The Strip Game

(THIS WAS MY FIRST BOOK!!, it may not be what you like and that doesn't matter to me because it was long ago, ANYWAY HOPE YOU ENJOY) ALSO ITS NOT EDITED BECAUSE I CANT BE BOTHERED:( ALSO IF YOU DONT LIKE IT THATS FINE I WAS YOUNG AND STUPID WRITING A BOOK 😂😂. Some call me bad Some call me unlucky Some scream and cry in fear when they see me But I smile because their fear gives me power And have strength over them • He is ruthless He doesn't care what people think He hates everyone Everyone fears him She's beautiful She's sweet, kind She is kind to everyone Everyone loves her But on the inside no one knows her secret, she's broken Her life is like a challenge that gets harder and harder • • He has a wall around his heart Her heart is broken He found her at first he didn't care She saw him She thought he was beautiful and the most handsome man shes ever seen, but little did she know...... That he was the most feared man in the state, until she finds out about him, we will see what happens then...

I want her to be mine and mine alone. I want to fuck her that she wouldn't be able to stand up, why is this happen to me I can't believe I hated this person with a passion and would never fall for How could I fall for this person I used to hate with a passion. I can't believe I having these thoughts about him why, its like Im in a pool of pleasure that can't get over it Two people who used to hate each other with a passion but end up fall for each other in unexpected events and overcome a constant trail of dangerous events

•When is a monster not a monster?• •When you're in love with it• "Listen to me," he whispers, his voice clearly clouded with desire, "if you want me to stop, you will not hesitate to say it, understood?" He's the most dangerous thing she's ever known, and the rational part of her wants to stay away. He's brutal. He's scary. And he's someone she definitely should not be messing with. Yet, with every touch, every clench of his jaw and tensing of his muscles, she can't resist the urge to torment him. What she doesn't know: It goes both ways. She's bright. She's brilliant. And she's someone he can't help but be drawn to. Lucky for him, it doesn't look like she wants to stay away. And lucky for her, torment is in his job description. [Warning: Gore, violence and sexual themes] Author's note: This is a slowburn romance, and will probably have you pulling at your hair at times. If you don't like slowburn, I would suggest skipping this one. [CONTAINS SPOILERS FOR MELTING ZANE]

He hated her. Not the I-don't-like-you kind of hate. No. He hates her with every fibre of his being. Her mere presence set him off. He hates her know it all smile and the way she brushes her hair out of her face when she is upset. The way she played with her hands when she's nervous or made snarky remarks whenever he walked into a room. He hates her with every fibre of his being. She hated him. With every fibre of her being. With his sarcastic comments and devilish grin. She hated the way he never would address her politely, or at all for that matter. He was rude and annoying and she hated it all. Everything about him. She couldn't stand it. But then again, there's a very thin line between hate and love... - Dark romance - Enemies to lovers - Arranged marriage. - Forced proximity. - Revenge.

.ೃ࿐𝓣𝓗𝓔 𝓜𝓐𝓕𝓘𝓐 𝓑𝓞𝓢𝓢 & 𝓗𝓘𝓢 𝓢𝓘𝓝𝓕𝓤𝓛 𝓐𝓓𝓓𝓘𝓒𝓣𝓘𝓞𝓝.ೃ࿐ ᯽⊱┈──╌❊ - ❊╌──┈⊰᯽⊱ "I'm starting to think you enjoy pushing my limits, il mio bel piccolo fiore," he grits out through clenched teeth, exerting just the right amount of pressure on the hand he has wrapped securely around my throat-enough to make my pulse race. I fight the urge to keep my eyes from rolling into the back of my head from the sheer dominance of him, determined to hold my composure. Instead, I flash him a slow, taunting smile from beneath my lashes. A silent, fuck you. My lack of reaction urges him to press harder and his grip tightens. A strangled moan betrays me, slipping past my lips. My eyes widen, and his chuckle is dark, amused. "Tsk, tsk, tsk," he taunts, tilting his head, reveling in my torment. "Or is it that you want to piss me off?" he whispers, gaze flicking to my parted lips. "Tell me, bloom," he growls, "do you want me to devour that sweet little pussy of yours until you finally understand who you belong to?" His voice is a dangerous promise, sliding over me like silk and steel, eliciting a quiet gasp as he traces his lips along the tender skin of my ear. His lips trail down, ghosting over the sensitive slope of my neck and my pulse flutters as a response. I inhale sharply-just as he latches onto a certain spot. And I choke, knees weakening. What the hell have I gotten myself into? ⊰᯽⊱┈──╌❊ - ❊╌──┈⊰᯽⊱ What happens when a ruthless, all-powerful Mafia Don becomes fixated on a stripper with more secrets than scars? She defies him. He takes what's his. But with the past rising to drag them under, one question remains: Will they survive each other, or burn beautifully together? ❥Read to find out-and don't forget to check the tags❥.

In a world ruled by power, danger, and blood, a ruthless mafia man finds himself torn by an emotion he never thought he could feel-love. But the woman who stirs his heart isn't a glamorous beauty or someone from his world of crime. She's simple, ordinary... and engaged. Forbidden by circumstance yet irresistible to his soul, their lives become entangled in a dangerous game of desire, loyalty, and fate. Will he risk everything to claim a love that was never meant to be, or bury his feelings in the shadows of the underworld? ❗ DISCLAIMER ❗ ꗃ This story is a pure fiction it doesn't have any connection with idols don't take it seriously it's just for an entertainment purpose ꗃ Don't repost or copy my work ⚠️ ꗃ Like comment share it motivates me to write more obsession craziness possession darkstory slow-burn This story is my original work. Please do not copy, translate, repost, or adapt it without my permission. Any resemblance to real people or events is purely coincidental

This story is purely made from my Imagination. A Mafia Romance By Dylanobriensmami ---------------------- 𝐌𝐈𝐑𝐀𝐁𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐄 𝐀𝐋𝐕𝐀𝐑𝐄𝐒 I was sent on a mission, To eliminate our biggest threat, The leader of a enemy mafia,But when I arrived at the site I was reunited with his 𝐸𝑚𝑒𝑟𝑎𝑙𝑑 𝐸𝑦𝑒𝑠 𝑜𝑛𝑐𝑒 𝑎𝑔𝑎𝑖𝑛．． 𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐎 𝐋𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐙 She caught my eye, And I knew immediately who she was. She was my best friend, the girl I swore I would marry when I was older, Yet now I am forced to do something I Never imagined I'd do. ___________________________________ 𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐎 𝐗 𝐈𝐒𝐀𝐁𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐀 "You can't pull the trigger can you?" "I hate you, and I hate myself for falling for you,And I hate the fact I actually don't hate you because I fucking can't!" "Kiss me." "Those eyes.." "Do you think we will get married one day like everyone says?" "Kill me, Or Kiss me.." ____________________________________ 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐌𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧t #1 enemiestolovers 12/14/23

#𝟐 𝐢𝐧 𝐋𝐞𝐠𝐚𝐜𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐅𝐚𝐭𝐞 ✦ 𝐀 𝐓𝐰𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐃𝐞𝐯𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𓂃⋆.˚ She was light-too blinding, too pure for a man like him. He was darkness-cursed, dangerous, and utterly obsessed. He was a man of power, feared and worshipped in the same breath, ruling over the world of shadows where morality was a myth and sin was the only language spoken. Love? That was for the weak. He didn't do love. He didn't believe in innocence. Until her. She was untouched by the darkness he thrived in-a vision of purity, a forbidden fruit he had no right to crave. But the devil had never been one to deny himself temptation. And she... she was his greatest one. She should have run. He told her to. Instead, she stayed, unaware that the moment she stepped into his world, she became his. His to ruin. His to cherish. His purest sin. And now, even if heaven came calling-he'd rather burn than let her go.

She held tightly to the lehenga she wore for her wedding, but fate had other plans for her. "This marriage isn't born of love-just pure, bitter hatred," he whispered close enough to send a shiver. "Th-this... I wasn't-" she stammered, trying to hold back her fear, but it bled through anyway. Her words caught in her throat and stopped unfinished. He steps out, turning his back to her. She stands alone-he leaves as if it means nothing, using her like a pawn in a mind game set to begin. But the heavy stillness around her holds other, unseen plans of destiny. She was a simple village girl, untouched by the chaos of the city, unaware of the shadows that governed it. Her world was small, filled with innocence and quiet dreams-until he came. The Mafia King, ruthless and untouchable, saw in her not love, but possession. "Though fate forced these ties, a quiet calm hides beneath the storm." - 𝒞𝒽𝒽𝒶𝓎𝒶 𝒜𝒽𝓊𝒿𝒶 She never asked to step into his world, yet once caught in his web, nothing made sense anymore. Every secret he kept, every shadow he cast, left her questioning reality itself. He was cold, cruel, and unyielding-his control absolute, his heart seemingly nothing more than stone. Still, every sharp word and every dangerous touch pulled her deeper into the storm she swore to escape. Trapped with no escape, she must face the most haunting question of all-can love be born from chains, or will it destroy her completely? "Every time you say my name, remember-it's the chain you fastened around your own heart." - 𝓔𝓴𝓵𝓪𝓿𝔂𝓪 𝓚𝓪𝓼𝓱𝔂𝓪𝓹 She is Angel. He is Devil. Manipulation and Possession. Unexpected Passion of his. Dive into the world of Soft-Dark Romance. 💗⃝🌕 Ongoing.

"Let me claim what's mine. Let me fuck you until you forget his name." 𝐌𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 A russian Mafia romance First story please dont judge may be corny STARTED WRITING:19/02/25 FINISHED: