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!

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Chapter 2

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She topped it with a corset top and one of her numerous black boots.

The chains in the boot were clanging as she climbed down the stairs, hanging her backpack on her right arm.

She only straightened her hair, did a light make-up and her favorite lipstick, and she's still just as beautiful...she has always been.

"Pearl bby!" Her mum rushed to her when she walked past the living room.

"Ma, I'm late already" she said without waiting.

"You have a lash on your face" the woman pulled her back and removed the lash gently.

Pearl hugged her afterwards.

Her mum understands her more than any fuçking body, and that's why she'd always be her favorite person.

"I love you" the woman smiled after they broke the hug, and Pearl replied with a kiss on her cheek before finally leaving.

She hopped in her black convertible car at the driveway and rolled it out of the mansion.

The street air welcomed her skin like an old friend when she opened the sunroof.

Her hair almost became disheveled again, but she was sweeping the waves back with her hand till she got to school.

She drove into Legacy college and pulled up at the wide@ss park.

Immediately she came down and saw her friends waiting for her already, she smiled.

"I'm the last one this morning huh?"

"Yeah, Sofia the last" Morgan replied, and Pearl gave her the middle finger which made her laugh out.

Morgan Young is the gossip queen of the friendship, the funny humorous one.

Beside her, there's Lizzy Greene, the fashion icon who's got the trendiest fashion sense in this whole campus.

"Where's Bekah?" Pearl asked when she got to them, and the fourth friend immediately came out of her car, elegant as fûck.

Rebekah Van Doren, the princess of this island. Her parents rule Terraverde, so she's a royal blood, the richest in the friendship.

"Here I am!" Rebekah winked, hugging Pearl fondly.

"Now we need to talk about what Morgan did last night" Lizzy said, adjusting her fur coat.

"Are you kidding? You guys drank the alcohol as soon as it hit the table, not my fault" Morgan rolled eyes defensively.

"We wouldn't drink if you didn't bring the bottles, bîtch. You know my condition!" Lizzy rolled eyes too.

Pearl and Rebekah began laughing.

Lizzy and Morgan behave like enemies most of the times.

"Can we just go to class already?" Pearl cut in, and Lizzy grunted.

"I have a gist though" Morgan smiled.

"Spill" The three chorused.

"I saw my dad's dîck this morning, and I almost cried for mum. It's small!" Morgan said unfiltered.

"Eew! Gross!" Pearl squeezed her face.

"You're sick, Morgan" Rebekah laughed as Pearl pulled her into the campus.

"Crazy @ss" Lizzy laughed, and Morgan joined her as they sashayed to catch up with the girls.

As they walked deeper into the school, greetings came for the girls from several hallways.

Morgan's gossip mates wave at her almost every minute, and Lizzy's fashion wannabes won't stop saying hi to her.

Rebekah as the princess doesn't need to try, she's always greeted respectfully.

Pearl might be popular like them, but no one relates with her at all.

She got her phone and went online to distract herself, then someone bumped into her.

The phone fell, and she smirked as she looked up to meet the nonchalant eyes of Rook, the crazily tattooed guy.

He smirked too, and eyes widened around them when students saw what just happened.

"Do you have cataract or something? You don't just bump into me and stand there like a moron! Pick my phone!" Pearl snapped angrily, and eyes widened again.

Gasps filled the hallway, and the crowd multiplied, no one wants to miss this spectacle.

Rook is the most feared guy in this whole school. Firstly, because his father is Master X who runs an underground casino.

Secondly, because Rookhimself is the leader of The Titans, a dangerous frat club in the campus.

No one argues with him, else, the outcome will be ugly.

"Pick your fuçking phone for you?" Rook's brows tightened.

"Heck yeah, you knocked it down bastard!" Pearl went closer to him, and he scoffed.

* Her again?

* And it's Pearl this time?

* Gawd, I hate her!

Mouths began running as the scene got tensed.

Rook will never pick the phone, and it's obvious Pearl will not take that.

Her friends just stayed with the crowd, watching.

When something like this happens, it's a waste of time to try to stop her cos Pearl never listens to anyone.

"Pick it!" Pearl glared at Rook again, and he was about to grab her by the neck when the scene changed.

Someone entered the hallway, and all attention turned to him.

Students made way for him, and girls began, wetting their pants and gasping as admiration dazzled in their eyes.

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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.

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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.

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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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