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For Better, For Worse: The Serpent’s Contract Wife

[18+ | Mature Content | Dark Romance] Anastasia Morri has lived a fairytale life as a mafia princess, sheltered from the world of blood and violence. But everything changed when her sister was brutally murdered. Two years later, her own father sells Anastasia to the same man responsible for her sister’s death. "Zade Salvero" The most feared and ruthless Don of Hightower City, infamously known as the Serpent, with a smile that can make your skin crawl, and words as deadly as the poison that runs through his veins. On paper, Anastasia is his beloved bride. Yet in truth, she's nothing but his "property". This is a fate she can’t escape because daughters only obediently nod their heads and do as they are told, but not Anastasia… She is a caged spitfire that won’t bend easily. "You may have bought me, Don Salvero, but you have no idea what you've brought into your home.” "Then I suppose I'll enjoy finding out, Mrs. Salvero." Anastasia knew one thing then... the only way she'd come out of this was in a body bag. Not without dragging him down with her first. For better, for worse? Oh, please... this is dead or alive. ********** Excerpt: I whipped my head and found a wall of chest. Lifting my gaze, it belonged to Zade. I jerked away, but my back slammed against the wall faster than I could blink. He caged me with his massive frame, pointing his gun beneath my chin. "You really don't know when to behave, do you?" Suddenly, we heard movement, and when someone came around to shoot at us, Zade pulled the trigger first, and the body dropped with a loud thud. I struggled to break free, but his hand wrapped around my throat, not in a threatening way but with an intent to snap my neck. I went utterly still, my broad eyes staring into those hollow ones of his. A violent shiver ran through me when his gun moved along my exposed thigh, the heat from it felt like fire licking across my skin. "You should've run to me, kitten." "I-I-I didn't have a choice...!" I rasped when the muzzle of his gun grazed my panties. Zade leaned in closer, murmuring against my lips. "Yes you did, but you chose the wrong one." He took my bottom lip between his teeth, and something heavy crawled up my spine, something I couldn't describe. "Now I'm gonna teach you what happens when you defy me." ~ A/N: This is a work of fiction. All names, characters, places, and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or real events is purely coincidental.

Dy_zamite · Urban
60 Chs

The Devil CEO's Contract Wife

[18+ | Mature Content | Dark Romance] After slaving away for years as Ares King's sole overworked secretary, Catherine has finally had enough of his domineering and heartless attitude. She wants to quit and use the severance pay to settle her family's debts, and spend more time with her long-term boyfriend. But soon after she hands her resignation letter, she finds out that her boyfriend cheated on her. He claims she's a wreck with no future, and he's better off without her. Heartbroken and devastated, Catherine is grasping at the last straw when her boss, Ares King, proposes a contract out of the blue. "Become my wife for one year." "Why me, Mr. King?" "Because we work, Ms. Lane.” The last thing she wanted was to make a deal with the devil. But this offer is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. Sell your soul to the devil for one year. How hard can that be? ********** Excerpt: "How many?" I froze. Did he expect me to count? "How. Many?" "I-I don't—Ah!" Ares spanked me again, continuously. My eyes stung, and sweet pain overtook me. I should feel sick from deriving pleasure from this, but strangely, I wasn't. "Two?" I teased, purposely getting the numbers wrong. "You shouldn't have done that." Just as I thought, he started again, but this time he drove each hit with more force until my ass was burning. "Fifteen!" I yelled, shaking. "Wrong." My heart momentarily stopped. "I got it right!" "You missed one." He pressed his hand on my searing bottom, and I moaned. I tried to squirm away, but he trapped my hands behind my back, his voice dark with warning. "Move again, and you'll regret it." ~ A/N: This is a work of fiction. All names, characters, places, and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or real events is purely coincidental.

Dy_zamite · Urban
306 Chs

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For Better, For Worse: The Serpent's Contract Wife

The Reaper's Wicked Obsession

[Matured Content] In a world of gods and Faes. Isadora Skaldwood was born a Fae but of impure blood “mannfae” deemed an inferior creation of the olden gods. Yet at birth she was kissed by the goddess of life and blessed with the ability of a skin weaver, capable of healing any wound or affliction. Betrayed by her family, she's sold for gain, shipped across the world to a brothel, into the hands of a selfish businessman who exploited her abilities for years. Travelers come to this brothel not to lay with the rumored mannfae but to seek her abilities. But then everything changed when “He” appeared… Kraven Val Thrond, widely known as “The Reaper," a terrifying warrior feared by those who dared speak his name. Dangerously handsome, a presence identical to the god of death, silver eyes like the crescent moon—but a mind dipped in madness. Isadora despises him, not just for stealing her away, but for thrusting her into his world of blood and chaos. He’s insane! But that’s only the cherry on top, his obsession is wicked. But when he touches her, mix emotions and desires stirs, can a madman feel something? Of course not! He's more inclined to kill her than succumb to his desires. He has this "Thirst" and it triggers mostly toward her. Just a kiss is a clear invitation toward death and when he touches her... she might greet the god of death soon. Have the gods damned her again? They had thrown a Dark Fae toward her way who's obsessed with owning her soul. But in life, only a mate can claim another soul. ~ (Excerpt) "What do you even want from me?" Isadora asked, this time more desperate. "The answer to that question, love," he leaned more until their lips almost touched. "I really wish there was one," he murmured, before crashing his lips against hers. Sparks surged through her in waves, but she bit his lip, hard enough to draw blood. The action seemed to make him stop and she pushed away from him. Kraven licked his lips, amused and a maddening look in his eyes. "Go away!" she yelled at him, tears almost building in her eyes. Why was he making her feel this way? Hatred burned through her veins and yet torn between this was an undeniable pull. "I will, love.." he replied with a dangerous edge to his tone and an eerily glow to his silver eyes. "If you can outrun me, first..." he added, taking a step closer and she instinctively took one back. "Run, Isadora..." he growled, his voice raw and animalistic, like a beast on the verge of unleashing wrath. "...run!" ~ A/N: This is Dark Romance, don't expect a sweet ML! Extra Tags: #darkromance #slowburn #blood&gore #morallygreyML #medieval #warriors The cover is mine!

Dy_zamite · Fantasy
277 Chs