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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 · Urbain
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Kiss It Better

Mimi blinked for like one, two, three seconds, and the next, she was back to herself. Having learned from the earlier, she had become so accustomed to Victor's teasing that it no longer moved her that much.

She snorted, "Why would you like me? I'm not even that cool," She found his claim unreasonable.

At that comment, his expression changed, "Why would you think that? You're absolutely cool,"

Her brows raised, "Oh. I thought I only had a foul temper,"

"Well, you do have a foul temper," He acknowledged. 

Mimi looked up at him, he stared back. And just like that, they both burst into laughter. 

"Okay, fine," Mimi gave in, "What do you want to know?" 

Victor pursed his lips, a dreamy look on his face as if he was thinking over it, "Just your childhood. How was it growing up? Did you fight a lot with that temper of yours?"