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Top Assassins Call Me The Lady Boss

WARNING: MATURE CONTENT!Ahmet's laughter was like a slap in the face. "You think you're in a position to negotiate with me?" he sneered. "I don't think so, Asli. You'll do what I say, or suffer the consequences. Do you want more time to outsmart me? No.” She could play his game. She certainly could do that before she finally killed him. A mischievous grin formed on her lips. "What would you gain from sleeping with me?" she asked, trying to keep her tone neutral. "You're not exactly known for your romantic conquests. And we're rivals, not to mention the fact that our families would kill us if they found out." She paused, her eyes narrowing. "So, what's the real motive here? What could you possibly gain from this?" There was a pause on the other end of the line, and for a moment, Asli wondered if she had caught him off guard. But then, Ahmet's smooth voice came back, dripping with confidence. "I’m glad to know you are well-informed about my romantic conquests. Let's just say, Asli, that I have my reasons. And as for what I'd gain… well, that's for me to know and you to find out." His tone sent a shiver down her spine, and she knew she had to tread carefully. She wasn’t going to win this against him. “Show me what proof you have and I will give in to your demands.” With that, she hung up the call, feeling a small sense of satisfaction at being the one to end the conversation this time. She was the only woman in the male-dominated Mafia world. Did he think he could subdue her so easily?
Chrissie_Swift · 378.2k Views

My Foster Brothers

After her mother’s death, seventeen-year-old Arielle Layton is sent to live on a remote farm with her new foster family. The Garren boys are tall, handsome, and fiercely protective, watching her with an intensity she can’t read… and isn’t sure she wants to. On the night of her eighteenth birthday, Arielle uncovers a deadly family secret. One that shatters her world and pulls her into the center of a brutal feud she never knew existed. Now she’s caught between hot-headed brothers ready to fight first and bleed later, a rising pack war threatening to tear their land apart, and Casper Garren — the eldest, coldest, and most dangerous of them all. Every time they clash, the spark between them burns hotter. And it will either save them… or destroy the family she’s only just begun to belong to. ~.~ "Hey, Ari baby." A chill crawls down my spine at the way he says baby. "The wait is finally over."  "Wh-What are you talking about?" I start to back away from him but his hand shoots out fast and clamps on my wrist. He pulls me close and buries his nose in my hair, sniffing deeply.  I try to wriggle away, only to be rooted when he faces me and his eyes are bloodshot. A scream rips from my mouth and is quickly cut short with a fist around my neck.  "Don't ruin this, baby."  Dave's voice cuts over the pounding of my heart and the dark blur of tears in my eyes.  "Please…"  He laughs low and animalistic. "I promise, I'll go slow." And his teeth start growing longer and sharper until it's like looking at the mouth of a wild beast.  Another scream dies in my throat. My mind scrambles, but nothing has prepared me for this. Cold dread grips me as I realize nobody is coming to save me.  "Once I mark you," Dave leans in, his breath fanning my face, "then I'll keep you all to myself. And they won't—"  His words cut off abruptly, and the hands on me vanish with a loud crash. I stumble to the ground as a large wolf with pitch black fur stands between me and Dave, growling.  I hear someone shout my name from a distance, but my body is shaking and my mind is slipping away from the fright.  The last thing I see is the wolf leaping through the air and sinking fangs and claws into Dave's terrified face. 
Jomiah · 13.6k Views

Young Master Alessandro's Obsession

“You’re mine, Principessa.” Isabella Williams thought her nightmare would end the moment the contract did. She was wrong. What began as a calculated arrangement spirals into something far more dangerous when she crosses paths with Alessandro Romano—the untouchable Italian Mafia heir everyone at Royale Academy knows to avoid. Ruthless, arrogant, and intoxicatingly powerful, Alessandro is temptation wrapped in sin, a devil dressed in designer suits. To save his inheritance and secure his grandfather’s empire, Alessandro needed one thing: a woman convincing enough to transform him from a reckless menace into a refined heir. Isabella was never supposed to matter. She was never supposed to feel. And she was definitely never supposed to make him fall. But obsession doesn’t follow contracts. Trapped in Alessandro’s world of power plays, secrets, and lethal loyalties, Isabella soon realizes she didn’t just tame the beast—she awakened something far darker. As lines blur between control and desire, protector and captor, she becomes the very weakness Alessandro never knew he had… and the one thing he refuses to let go. She had one mission: Turn a demon into an angel. Make the bad boy good. And walk away untouched. But when the devil decides you belong to him, escape is no longer an option. Will Isabella survive loving a man who was never meant to love—or will she become the ultimate casualty of his obsession?
reality_x · 3.1k Views

A Scandal By Any Other Name

BOOK TWO OF THE HAMILTON SERIES WARNING: A Regency Era novel. Adult content with detailed smut…Read at you own risk⚠️⛔️ Genre: Historical Romance / Smut / Enemies-to-Lovers [Book Two of the Hamilton Series. Can be read as a standalone, but better enjoyed after Lady Ines’ Scandalous Hobby.] To the world, Duke Rowan Hamilton is the perfect gentleman. But in the bedroom, he is a man possessed. Rowan Hamilton has it all: a Ducal title, the face of a fallen angel, and a smile that makes debutantes faint. He is the "Golden Duke"—charming, responsible, and utterly adored by society. But it’s all a lie. Beneath the coats and polite manners, Rowan is a man haunted by a ghost. For three years, he has remained faithful to the memory of a masked woman who stole a kiss, bested him at a game of chance, and vanished into the night. He doesn't want any one as his wife; he wants her. When his domineering aunt tires of his bachelorhood, she hires London’s most notorious underground matchmaker to force the issue. Enter Miss Delaney Kingsley. She is sharp-tongued, infuriatingly competent, and entirely unimpressed by his title. Her mission? To drag Rowan to the altar with the season’s "Diamond," Lady Celine, within three months to collect the juicy payment Rowan’s aunt had to offer. Rowan intends to fire the meddlesome woman. But when Delaney looks at him with those hazel, intelligent eyes and orders him around like a young lad, he feels the first spark of life he’s felt in years. He decides to play her game. He will let her "coach" him on how to woo a lady. He will let her teach him how to dance, how to flirt, and how to seduce. But he has no intention of using those lessons on Lady Celine. "You were hired to find me a Duchess, Miss Kingsley. But the only person I want in my duchy and in my bed... is you." As the lessons turn into forbidden nights and the bickering turns into scorching passion, Rowan begins to suspect that his matchmaker is hiding a secret of her own. She moves like a shadow, handles a rifle like a soldier, and tastes exactly like the ghost he’s been hunting for three years. What to Expect: * The Golden Retriever Duke: Who turns into a possessive Alpha behind closed doors. * The Matchmaker Trope: She’s trying to marry him off; he’s trying to take her clothes off. * High Heat: Slow burn that explodes into intense smut. * Competence Kink: He falls harder every time she bosses him around. * Cameos: Featuring the chaotic domestic life of Duchess Ines and Duke Carcel (and their baby Harry!). Excerpt: "Your Grace, please focus," Delaney snapped, adjusting his cravat with efficient, gloved hands. "Lady Celine is waiting in the ballroom. You must look at her as if she is the only woman in the world." Rowan caught her wrist, stopping her movements. He stepped into her space, backing her against the heavy oak door of the study, his "Golden Boy" mask slipping to reveal the hunger beneath. "And how, exactly, does one do that, Miss Kingsley?" he whispered, his voice rough. "Show me." "I—I cannot show you, I am merely the coach—" "Then teach me," he growled, lowering his head until his lips brushed the sensitive skin of her neck. "Teach me how to pretend I am not burning alive every time you walk into a room."
Cameron_Rose_8326 · 1.4k Views