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 3

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

It's Roonie Banks.

* Banks?

* It's Banks!

He might be Roonie,, but no one calls him that... everyone calls him Banks, his surname.

His face is a mask of icy calm, and his features looks like they were chiseled from marble, lacking warmth

He looks like he jumped out of a brand commercial or something, so darn hot.

He's wearing simple black sweatshirt, black denims and boots, his looks are aristocratic.

There's just an effortless elegance in the way he carries himself

He doesn't need to talk, his powerful aura speaks for him, and despite his quietness, he's respected and feared, almost more than Rook.

Rook's face morphed into hateful immediately. He hates him madly__any other word better than madly? Insert that.

Pearl isn't even looking at Roonie, all she's concerned about his her phone.

Roonie's two friends are right beside him... Axel and Hyce.

They strode with him till they went out of sight in the hallway,.

* Tell me you captured his face!

* Of course! Especially the lips!

* Send me the pictures right now!

Girls began fighting to get his pictures, and Rook returned his gaze to Pearl.

Slowly, he picked the phone and handed it to her.

She snatched it and left with her friends, leaving Rook to bite his tongue vengefully.

She'd pay for this.

Getting to class, the lecturer is already in, so Pearl and her friends quickly settled down.

The class continued...

"We were talking about the business that was bought by Facebook in 2014, and the price" the lecturer said, and hush fell in the class

"Anyone " the woman repeated.

The silence continued.

"Snapchat? For 18 billion?" A new voice came from the back of the class, and everyone turned to see the owner.

Roonie!

It's the first time he talked in class, so the shock is real.

"That's dumb... it's WhatsApp, for 19 billion" Pearl replied immediately, and everyone turned to her.

"That's right, Miss Wilson" the lecturer said.

Instead of praises, Pearl received hateful glares for saying dumb.

The lecture continued, and Roonie"s eyes settled on Pearl, watching her creepily from the back like a creep...that he is.

They had four classes consecutively, and immediately they finished up, Morgan jumped in front of Pearl's desk.

"You called Banks dumb? Bitch you're an icon! Girls will eat you!"

"Blah blahfuçking blah" Pearl rolled eyes, and Lizzy laughed with Rebekah.

"But damn, his naturally sleepy voice! I'd do anything to hear him call me baby with it! Seriously if I don't fûck that guy, I'd kidnap him on his wedding day" Morgan chirped.

"Morgan!" Rebekah coughed as her laughter got louder.

"Party again tonight? Need to get high again" Pearl said, leaving the class.

"Wait up!" The girls ran after her.

SCHOOL PARK*

Roonie arrived with his friends just now, all looking exhausted especially Hyce.

The two are just as handsome.

"You intentionally said the wrong answer to make her talk to you in class earlier, yes?" Axel said.

"Obviously" Roonie replied simply, climbing his power bike.

"And what's up with you and her? I can't stand the tension anymore" Axel pressed further, bringing Roonie's helmet out of the car.

"Are you taking over Hyce's duty today? You became the talkative" Roonie raised his thick brows.

Hyce lowered his hoodie cap and and let out a cough intentionally on Axel's face.

"Dude, fûck!" Axel pushed him back.

"Uncle Edward offered to come make dinner tonight" Roonie announced.

"Tell me his wife is the one doing the cooking" Hyce paled up.

"She's on a trip" Roonie replied, holding the bike handlebars.

"I'd rather go paralyzed than eat your uncle's food again. He should be banned from the kitchen" Hyce said, and Axel laughed.

"Ciao" Roonie said casually, and Axel threw him the helmet.

He wore it and drove off on his power bike.

Axel and Hyce entered the car and drove off behind him.

"Banks!" A girl rushed into the park, breathing heavily as sweat covered her face.

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."

Action Billionaire Mafia

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

Chapter 3

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