[This novel is R-18, it contains themes, languages, and scenes that may not be suitable for all readers.] * * * He's in the mafia and she's an assassin. They met in all the right places at the wrong time. Can love break all the barriers the underworld builds between their worlds? As the Russian mafia second in command, Yuri was living up to his family's expectations. He was a ruthless mafia leader with no intention of falling in love. That was true until he was smitten by Andi the moment he first laid eyes on her, little did he know that she has many secrets that could either make him or break him. Andi, a heartless assassin who bound her life for revenge, had long promised herself not to fall in love. Although she had admired Yuri from afar even before they met, she tried her hardest to fight the feelings she has for Yuri. Can their love, that was built around lies, can flourish to rebuild both their broken hearts? * * * "Yuri... faster..." I begged but he merely smiled on my skin. The smile of a devil in disguise. He didn't give me what I wanted, instead he kept his slow torturous phase. "Please..." only this man can make me beg for this. ''No butterfly" I whined when he stopped what he was doing altogether. "You need to learn not to make me jealous or you'll never have me pleasuring you again." I was gasping for air, the heat in my skin was still burning and my face contorted with confusion. What the hell was he talking about? "Don't stop." He smirked. "Learn from your mistake, babochka." ''What?'' knowing that the smirk on his face was fùcking annoying, I wanted to wipe it out with a fùcking lawnmower. "Fùck you, Laskin." I hopped out of the counter, hot and bothered, fuming with anger and humiliation as I slammed the door of my room. Cold shower was not fucking helping me! He did this to me? How dare that man! The shower wall shattered to pieces when I punched it too many times that my hands bleed. I let the water calm me, no one had ever humiliated me like that in my entire life. ''Angel'' I heard Yuri speak inside my shower. ''Go away before I rip your head off" I warned. Instead of following my will, I felt his hands around my waist, drawing sweet circles on my stomach. ''Not now, Yuri. Just go." "No" he pressed his body on my back and damn, he was naked and hard. "Alex told me you and him weren't even a thing. Why make me jealous like that, babochka?" ''I can't be with you, Yuri" he spun me around but I closed my eyes, not wanting him to see how I hate doing this to him. How pushing him away was hurting me like a double-sided dagger. ''Why?'' he tilted my chin but my eyes remained shut. "I only want you, Andi, no one else." Fúck control. Fúck being righteous. Fúck doing the right thing. I'll do Yuri and I need him now. ''Make love to me" I whispered and as soon as the words left my mouth, I instantly regretted them. * * * And the love-hate relationship of Yuri and Andi begins... * * * Disclaimer: The cover image does not belong to the author. This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to actual places, persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. All the names, characters, businesses, places, events, and incidents in this novel are products of the author's imagination.
"Take off your top and straddle me." "W-what?" "Just do it!" "No" "Fine!" he stood up from the couch and pulled me over his lap "do as I say. I won't hurt you. Gabby" his voice softened. "People are watching. They need to believe you're mine." He lifts my hoodie over my head, my shirt soon followed. "Dean..." I whispered when I felt his lips on my neck. I don't even know this man, I don't know how he looks because it was too dark in here. "Touch me" he nibbled my earlobes and I shivered. "virgin." He knows a lot about me and I don't know anything about him except his perfume was intoxicatingly sweet. "I-I can't. I-I don't know how" ° ° ° Gabriella's only intention when she traveled to New York was to find her wayward sister. In her search for her, she found her diary that she thought would lead to Magdalena. With every turn of the diary's page, she unraveled a world she never knew existed.
Осколки Времени. Элену Ли, дочь фармацевтического магната, с шести лет преследуют ночные кошмары. В своих снах девушка видит неизвестного мужчину, который пытается то ли спасти ее..., то ли убить. Но что она будет делать, когда человек из ее снов неожиданно предстанет перед ней в реальности? ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Языки пламени пожирали остатки упавшего самолета. Голоса пилота больше не было слышно. Медленно падающий белый снег усиливал чувство полной безысходности. «Лена, беги!» «Но…» «Я сказал, БЕГИ!» Восприняв его слова как приказ, ноги Элены, не слушая желания ее сердца, понесли ее прочь от этого места как можно быстрее. Запыхаясь, но находя в себе силы бежать дальше по этому темному лесу, она не слышала ничего, кроме стука у себя в груди. Внезапно, земля под ногами исчезла, и тело потеряло свое равновесие. «Оу, а кто это у нас тут спрятался? Маленькая мышка решила поиграть в салки с большим котом? Дорогуша, как я уже говорил, тебе от меня не скрыться. Ни в этой жизни, ни в следующей.» Сердце Элены замерло от ужаса. Последний шанс на спасение она только что потеряла. Русская адаптация оригинальной новеллы The Numbers That Brought Our Fates Together.
The Idiot is a novel by the 19th-century Russian author Fyodor Dostoevsky. It was first published serially in the journal The Russian Messenger in 1868–69. The title is an ironic reference to the central character of the novel, Prince (Knyaz) Lev Nikolayevich Myshkin, a young man whose goodness, open-hearted simplicity and guilelessness lead many of the more worldly characters he encounters to mistakenly assume that he lacks intelligence and insight. In the character of Prince Myshkin, Dostoevsky set himself the task of depicting "the positively good and beautiful man." The novel examines the consequences of placing such a unique individual at the centre of the conflicts, desires, passions and egoism of worldly society, both for the man himself and for those with whom he becomes involved. Joseph Frank describes The Idiot as "the most personal of all Dostoevsky's major works, the book in which he embodies his most intimate, cherished, and sacred convictions." It includes descriptions of some of his most intense personal ordeals, such as epilepsy and mock execution, and explores moral, spiritual and philosophical themes consequent upon them. His primary motivation in writing the novel was to subject his own highest ideal, that of true Christian love, to the crucible of contemporary Russian society. The artistic method of conscientiously testing his central idea meant that the author could not always predict where the plot was going as he was writing. The novel has an awkward structure, and many critics have commented on its seemingly chaotic organization. According to Gary Saul Morson, "The Idiot violates every critical norm and yet somehow manages to achieve real greatness." Dostoevsky himself was of the opinion that the experiment was not entirely successful, but the novel remained his favourite among his works. In a letter to Strakhov he wrote: "Much in the novel was written hurriedly, much is too diffuse and did not turn out well, but some of it did turn out well. I do not stand behind the novel, but I do stand behind the idea.