HEALING IN HIS ARMS

After getting raped by her uncle at the age of 10, pearl Wilson's life never remained the same. She had to live with the stigma even after her uncle Richard was sent to jail. No one knows about the case except her family and her three friends, but despite that fact, she felt eyes on herself everywhere she went. Pearl grew a deep-seated hatred for the male gender afterwards, even her own dad. She's rebellious and obstinate. As she grew, her hatred grew with her, up until college. Everyone in Legacy college knows Pearl the male hater who throws shit on the faces of every boy she meets. Pearl's male hatred met an unexpected hitch when she had an encounter with the silent one, her department's quiet boy... Ronnie Banks. Ronnie is known for his greek-god-ish calm exterior and cool personality. He only talks when necessary, but what Pearl is unaware of is that he has had eyes on her since her first year in the school. He has been watching her from a distance, and now, she willingly walked into his lair. She's caught! What happens next? When the two opposites clash... When secrets huge enough to break several hearts started coming out like. when bloodshed and unexpected events hit the ground. Are you already feeling the heat of the dramas? Damn! You don't wanna miss out on this Dark College Romance, do you? Don't you dare!

Chapters

Chapter 1

The chilly morning air blowing in through the open window of Pearl's room did her awakening.

Her lids moved slightly, and her intertwined lashes began trying to go of each other.

Lazily, she rolled from one side of her soft bed to another, slowly pulling the duvet away.

Her hair is in a tousled mess on her head, and she has smeared mascara below her entrancing amber eyes__a result of her alcohol party last night

She was groaning with a frown as she sat up, placing her pedicured legs on the ground.

She reached for the drawer and opened it, dragging out a joint pack.

She got rizla and rolled it professionally, getting a zippo to lighten it.

She took a long drag from it, and immediately it penetrated deep, she smiled with her lips, blowing out the smokes softly.

She got her phone with the other hand and went to the girls group chat.

There are messages from all of them already.

Morgan: Who's here?

Lizzy: Shut the fûck, Morgan. Last night wasn't funny.

Rebekah: Let's meet in school, no comment for now.

Pearl almost started laughing as she typed a text.

Pearl: I love you Morgan! I needed the booze.

Immediately she sent that to the group, a knock sounded on her door.

"Pearl bby?" Her mother's voice called.

She quickly hid the joint in the drawer and closed it, then she sprayed the room to hide the smell.

She walked to the door, her perfect curvy hips doing a show behind her till she got there and opened the door to meet her mum standing there.

Mrs. Wilson.

"Ma" she muttered, leaning on the door.

The brunette woman smiled and embraced her in a hug, arranging her hair with her fingers.

"Did you sleep well?"

"Sure" Pearl managed to smile.

"Come on, breakfast is set" Mrs. Wilson pulled her away from the door.

She swept her hair back sluggishly as she followed her down the stairs.

The house is big and spacious...her parents might not be very rich, but they're rich enough to buy her whatever she wants... they both run Wilson Enterprises.

They met her dad eating already when they got to the dining room, and she settled down opposite him.

"Morning" she mumbled.

The man looked up sternly.

"You smell like weed, did you smoke again?" He questioned.

"Shit" Pearl muttered, taking her cutlery.

"You think you're helping yourself with the smokes?" Mr. wilson said.

"Hubby" Mrs. Wilson tried to stop him, but it failed cos he kept talking...

"You're literally worsening everything and...

"Fûck it! I'm not eating with you guys anymore" Pearl slammed her palms on the table, standing and rushing back upstairs.

"Pearl!" Her mother's voice came after her, but she never turned back till she arrived at her room.

She entered the bathroom and exited minutes later to dress up in a baggie jean.

Continue to next part

On our third wedding anniversary, I planned to tell my husband I was pregnant. Instead, I watched him get down on one knee and propose to another woman. In the ensuing chaos, he shoved me down a flight of marble stairs. I woke up in the hospital, losing our baby. The doctor called him, begging him to come. "Tell her to stop this pathetic act," I heard my husband's voice say over the phone. "I don't have time for her games." He hung up. He was at the same hospital, comforting his mistress over a minor burn while our child died. After three years of lies and five broken promises, I finally woke up. I left him a box with the ultrasound photos and my miscarriage diagnosis, signed the divorce papers, and disappeared from his life forever.

Mafia Modern Romance

8.7

Duplicity Of Desire: Bound To The Wrong Man

8.7

I was struggling to keep up with how fast he was moving in and out my pussy with his tongue. "Oh God! Oh sweet lord!" I couldn't stop myself from yelling at the top of my voice. His tongue was replaced by his fingers, four buried deep inside my tight pussy while his thumb worked on my clit. His mouth found my breast again. My head went blank, the pleasure was coming from different ankles, I didn't know which one to focus on. "You like that don't you?" He asked, talking for the first time since he came back. "I do, I like it so much Adrian." Came my rushed and sincere reply. His fingers thrust in and out my pussy roughly while his thumb eager massaged my clit. I felt my orgasm building, the pleasure moved from my stomach to my pussy, my walls clamp up. "Adrian I'm going to cum!" I yelled, my breathing came in a haggard bust. "Go ahead, cum for daddy." His voice sounded husky and needy, I knew he was holding by a thin thread. ...................... Ruth's marriage was never built on passion, only duty and appearances. But when a dark twist of fate brings an unexpected fire into her bed, she finds herself torn between loyalty and desire. What begins as a spark of forbidden longing soon threatens to consume everything she thought she knew about love, marriage, and betrayal.

Mafia Modern Romance

7.8

His Forbidden Obsession: Tempting The Devil I Can't Have

7.8

BLURB "Beg for it, Bella," his rasped voice whispered against my ears as his dick rubbed against my thighs. "I want you to f**k me until my tongue knows nothing but your name. Please, Daddy," I begged shamelessly until he finally slipped into me. - The first time I saw him, I understood why people ruin their lives for dicks. He was standing in the sunlight, watching me like he already knew how the story would end. I had a boyfriend. He was my best friend's father. And ninety days should have been easy to survive. Then I opened the wrong door, and after everything burned. Alexander Moreau doesn't touch you first. He studies you, learns you, and makes you feel like the only person in the room. And somewhere between midnight swims and locked doors, I stopped pretending I didn't want him. I'd go through hell and come back friends with the devil if it would mean him sticking his dick inside me again. But houses made of glass don't protect secrets, and by the time summer ended, I had lost my best friend, my relationship, my future, and the version of myself I thought I was. Because falling for Alexander Moreau wasn't the danger. His ex-wife was.

Mafia Modern Romance

9.0

My Kidney For His Mistress: Never Again

9.0

I woke up from surgery with a jagged scar on my side and a missing kidney. My fiancé, Dante Moretti, the Capo of the Chicago Outfit, hadn't saved me from an illness. He had harvested me like spare parts to save his mistress, Sofia. "She pays the tithe," he had told the surgeon coldly while I was paralyzed by anesthesia. For ten years, I was his loyal shadow. I managed his legitimate empire, took bullets for him, and even aborted our child three years ago because Sofia threw a tantrum about bloodlines. I thought my absolute loyalty would eventually earn his love. But when the Cartel held us both over the edge of a bridge days later, Dante didn't choose me. He tackled Sofia to safety and watched as I fell backward into the freezing black river. He thought I drowned. Or worse, he assumed I was a dog that would eventually swim back to its master, no matter how hard he kicked it. He was wrong. I dragged myself out of that water, but the woman who loved him died in the depths. Seven days later, I didn't return to the Moretti penthouse. I walked straight into the headquarters of his mortal enemy, Enzo Falcone. "Do you still want to marry me?" I asked the man who wanted Dante’s head on a spike. Enzo didn't hesitate. "I will burn the city down before I let him touch you again." Now, Dante is crawling at my gates, paralyzed and ruined, holding a medical box containing my stolen kidney. But he forgot one thing: I don't want it back.

Mafia Modern Romance

7.8

Oh No! I Sent My Sex Tape To My Bad Boy Stepbrother

7.8

Growing up as the maid's daughter in the glittering, suffocating Collins mansion, Nora Macie has perfected the art of being invisible. Enter Asher Collins. Rich, ruthless, and infuriatingly untouchable, unfortunately for Nora, her stepbrother has always had the power to ruin her with a single word. The moment a private video she never intended anyone to see is accidentally sent straight to Asher Collins. Except Asher doesn't expose her. He becomes curious... and dangerously invested. He will remake her. Not just into someone noticed, but into someone unforgettable, someone who commands attention the moment she walks into a room. Suddenly, the boys who never knew her name are watching her. Through it all, Asher remains in control... or at least he should be. Because the closer Nora gets to becoming everything he designed, the harder it becomes for him to remember that she was never meant to be his. * His fingers lifted, brushing lightly along the side of her throat. "I think you've been lying to yourself," he said. "Because your body already knows what it wants." Her breath faltered. "I swear, I'll kill you if you don't back the hell up." And then, without giving her the chance to retreat, he closed the final inch between them. "I would much rather you kiss me."

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8.3

Reborn to Tame the Syndicate King

8.3

Waking with the memory of a bullet, Sienna seeks vengeance against the family that murdered her. She enters the den of the city's most lethal syndicate leader, Ronan Thorne, offering herself as his bride to secure his protection. Within his violent empire, she must navigate a world of cold-blooded monsters. Ronan remains unaware that Sienna is the secret angel who previously saved him, but she is now determined to never be a victim again.

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HEALING IN HIS ARMS

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