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Taken By The Mafia Lord

[Completed] Nemesis!  If Arianna had known that irritating man would change her life in the worst way possible, perhaps she would have poisoned his coffee the first day they met. Arianna who was tricked and about to be married off to a Loan shark by her uncle's family, finally found a way to escape. However, that was all ruined when Marcel, the feared lord of the underworld captured her. The one thing she desired the most - her freedom - was taken from her. Marcel prided on the fact that he was well feared, respected, and revered in the city. His name caved terror in the hearts of people, however, his reputation is put to test when a familiar stranger relieved him of his property right under his nose. Anger simmers in his veins as he goes on a manhunt against the pickpocket who robbed him. When he gets Arianna, Marcel is sure to show her that nobody steals from Marcel Luciano and goes scot-free. On the other hand, Arianna loathes him so much and would do everything to escape that crazy Mafia. Unfortunately, what if she ends up stealing his heart as well. Read to find out. ~~~~~ "You're a monster, Marcel," "Don't monsters deserve to be loved too?" *Note - this book has strong sexual themes, strong language, violence, and gore. It would leave you on the edge and get you screaming for more. So if you can't handle the burn, drop it without abusing me in the comment box (I won't take it lightly if it does happen). If you can handle the burn, then welcome to the Mafia world!

Glimmy · Urban
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Strawberry Yogurt Cake

"Is it that delicious?" Marcel asked, staring at her amused. The way she ate that, just made him want to crack up; she was so invested in it. 

"Yeah, it is," Arianna spoke with her mouth full of the creamy cake, her eyes glinting with joy. It was so good. Whoever made this cake deserved to be given an award.

Marcel rubbed his chin, thoughtfully, "Then, I should have a taste too," He suddenly said, and snatched the spoon from her grip. 

"Hey! Get your own...." She was still saying when Marcel scooped the cake and had a taste, her eyes slightly widening. She just used that spoon... 

Arianna went red in the face, that was an indirect kiss. Whatever, she must be thinking nonsense. What was she, five? Ten? 

So she focused on Marcel who was still savoring the taste of the cake in his mouth, asking, "How does it taste?" 

"Nice." 

"Nice?" Just that? She was expecting more praise for her newfound loving cake.