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Undressed By The Mafia God

Warning: Heavy sexual content and a fucked up male lead. Throw morally grey out the window. Excerpt: "Do you trust me?" His hand drifted to her neck. If he had asked her to walk into the fire with him right then, to tumble willingly into chaos, she would have said yes without hesitation. Her entire body shivered as she nodded, heart hammering, her pulse a wild drum against her ribs. "Always use your words, Bambola. Do you trust me?" he asked again. "Yes…yes…" Her back arched against him instinctively, skin flushed and glistening, every nerve screaming, every muscle taut and alive. Luca's other hand tightened at her neck, squeezing until she gasped for breath. The sensation was exquisite and terrifying, every nerve ending alight as he manipulated the fine line between restriction and pleasure. Vee squeezed her eyes shut, nails digging into his arm as she clung to him, her breath rattling in her chest. He sensed her reaching the edge and drove her closer, the hand at her neck tightening harder. "Luc…" she choked out, a fragmented plea that shattered as her body convulsed, releasing a hot, desperate wave against his fingers and the rug beneath them. Synopsis: She insulted the devil. He decided to own her. Veronica Scalese walks into New York’s elite club, ‘Commissioned’ by accident—and mouths off to the wrong man; Luciano Genovese popularly known as ‘The Devil’. He grants favours but gets your soul in return. When Luca comes to collect a debt from her father, the payment demanded is flesh. Veronica becomes both Luca’s weakness and his obsession. He burns his empire to the ground to keep her. Undressed by the Mafia God is a mafia romance story where power is foreplay, love is a liability, and the most terrifying thing a god can do… is fall. From the author that brought you: 1. Defying The Rogue Alpha 2. The Vampire's Luna 3. Undressed By His Arrogance
JoyceOrtsen · 194.3k Views

Ghost Exorciser: The Oust Fake Heiress Strikes

Ghost portals opened all across the world, and getting possessed seemed as common as catching a fever. As such, humanity was forced to live in safe zones that were steadily shrinking day by day. Yet to Lana, nothing was new. She was reborn on the day when the true daughter of the Almond family returned. She watched as Brenda, her murderer from the past life, was pampered by the Almond siblings. “Lana, you should know your place and leave.” Eldest Young Almond ordered with glacial disdain. “A wretch like you never belonged to the Almond Family. Pitiful mutt.” Second Young Master Almond chuckled, his venom-laced words resounding, “And if possible, stop comparing yourself to Brenda. She is a rare awakened Dream Warden, while you... sigh. Marry a beggar, and that would be the grandest achievement in your life.” “I always wondered why a dim-witted person like her ended up as our sister. Sigh... I am concerned that she might perish after being possessed by a roadside ghost.” The Third Young Master derided. For safety and peace, Lana left the Almond family and forged her own empire. Trash? She became a supreme Talisman Practitioner! Marry a beggar? The wealthy heirs in Brookvale lined up to wed her! Die in the hands of a roadside ghost? The specters in the ghost zones trembled upon hearing her name! Poor mutt? Heh! Her business empire earned her billions of dollars every single month! Even her past life’s moonlight was shamelessly flirting with her! Lana never thought that her past life's misery was orchestrated by a schemer, neither she thought that her luck was stolen away by the docile lovable daughter of the Almond family. In this life, she vowed to live a thriving life and protect her luck. She fought off ghosts haunting her world while fighting the mysterious forces. .......................................................................................... Extract “Mister, I feel a connection with you. Would you like to adopt me?” Lana fluttered her eyelashes while gazing at the handsome young man with lustrous black hair. Yet what intoxicated her the most was the radiant purple and gold aura around her past life’s moonlight! So delicious! She longed to devour him whole! “No.” His deep voice reverberated in Lana’s heart, making her freeze for a second. ‘Ah... sure enough... an untouchable flower like him... is out of my league!’ “However... I do need a silver cat.” His words were laced with ambiguity as he stared at her intently, “Especially the dauntless one that loves to sneak into my bed at night and claw my admirers.” Lana •silver cat•: “...” Ugh... no, it’s not me .....................................................................................
LittleRabbit1111 · 582.1k Views

Razors Rhythm House

Adventure. Arcade. Appetite. The promises of the 90s have curdled into something far more sinister. For Max, a twenty-seven-year-old security professional, the overnight shift at the newly renovated "Razor's Rhythm House" was supposed to be a straightforward gig-a way to pay for her mother's escalating medical bills. The facility is a sprawling, 150,000-square-foot labyrinth of retro-futuristic domes and industrial halls, housing state-of-the-art animatronics that are as pristine as they are unsettling. But as the neon flickers and the silence of the "Eatertainment Hall" sets in, Max realizes she isn't just monitoring a building-she's being studied. At the center of it all stands Razor the Wolf, a seven-and-a-half-foot mechanical marvel with a crimson leather vest and a gaze that feels less like a program and more like a predator's focus. Alongside him are Peony the Bunny, with her manic, unblinking grin, and Nox the Bat, who hangs silently in the shadows of the "Midnight Maze," waiting for the perfect moment to descend. The rules of the night shift are simple: stay visible, pick up the trash, and ignore the things that shouldn't be moving. But when a pink plastic drumstick appears where it doesn't belong and the rhythmic CLUNK of heavy footsteps begins to echo through the ventilation, Max learns the truth: the "show" never truly ended. In a world of blacklight posters, industrial grease, and perfectly engineered predators, Max must survive the night. Because at Razor's Rhythm House, the encore is mandatory-and the price of admission is your life.
Ilikezombies_99 · 478 Views

Compendium of Creeps,Chills,and Cryptids

"Welcome, mortal... do leave your sanity at the threshold." Before you lies a meticulously curated ossuary of human dread-a global registry of the things that haunt the periphery of our vision and the darkest corners of our collective subconscious. From the whispered rituals of the ancient world to the digital demons of the modern age, this Compendium serves as your guided tour through the geography of the nightmare. We spare no soul in our quest for the uncanny. Within these pages, you will encounter: The Ethereal & The Avenging: Seek the crimson reflection of Bloody Mary or the weeping specters that linger in the ruins of history. Maritime Mysteries: Walk the silent, salt-crusted decks of the SS Ourang Medan, where a crew was found frozen in a final, wordless paroxysm of absolute horror. Urban Legends & Modern Maladies: From the hooked-handed killers of lovers' lanes to the hitchhikers who vanish into the midnight mist. The Cryptid & The Corrupted: Track the clawed footprints of the Mothman, the Jersey Devil, and the insatiable hunger of the Wendigo. This archive is a living entity, and it hungers for more. I, your humble curator, have gathered much, but the darkness is vast. Have I overlooked a phantom that haunts your own doorstep? Is there a local legend from your ancestral soil that demands recognition? I implore you to leave your comments. If an urban legend has been missed or a particular monster deserves its moment in the moonlight, speak up. Your contributions are the lifeblood of this monument to the macabre. Enter freely, read by candlelight, and remember: To name the darkness is to claim power over it. But be warned... the darkness is listening.
Ilikezombies_99 · 1.5k Views