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 6

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"You're not getting it, bro. He's not watching because of interest, he's watching because of duty" Axel said.

"But...

Before Hyce could land, Roonie pushed him off the bed with his feet, and Hyce landed on the ground.

"Suck my dîck, bastard!" Hyce thundered as he stood, leaving the room.

"What are you gonna do to her?" Axel asked.

Roonie closed his eyes, his long lashes hugging.

"Don't be scared, I won't kill her" he muttered.

"Scared? You're deranged" Axel scoffed as he left the room.

VOID CLUBHOUSE*

"What the hell is taking her so long!" Rebekah complained for the thousandth time, moving from one feet to another.

She's been waiting for minutes in front of the club with the girls.

"Bîtch isn't picking my calls" Morgan added, almost smashing her phone.

"She has never been like this before though" Lizzy said worriedly.

"She could have at least called instead of making us worry" Morgan said.

"Are you girls going in yet? I'm closing for the night" the huge bouncer at the small gate said.

"You know we can't go in without pearl, can you wait three more minutes?" Rebekah quickly said.

"I'm afraid I can't do that. It's 8pm already" he replied.

"Darn" Morgan muttered.

"Girls!" Pearl appeared behind them.

"Thank gawd!" Rebekah smiled, but the smile vanished when she saw her wounded face.

"Babe what's up with your face!"

"pearl, is everything ok?" Morgan asked.

"Pearl..." Lizzy narrowed her eyes at her.

"We'll talk inside" Pearl brought out her phone

At the same time, they pushed their phone screens forward, showing their online tickets

"Go on girls" the bouncer smiled, opening the gate.

"We're regulars here, you should start allowing us in without tickets" Morgan said.

"Soon" he replied, stucking hands with Pearl.

The four entered the main clubhouse, and immediately they raised the curtain and stepped in, they screamed out before rushing to the serving table.

This place is an exclusive illegal clubhouse where drugs like cocaine and cannabis are exchanged for money.

Pearl got a glass of tequila for herself and gulped it, then she grabbed the slice of lime on top of it and placed it on her tongue, shutting her eyes and allowing the taste to hit as she sucked the sourness.

"Hmm...mmm" she moaned, grabbing another cup.

Rebekah quickly took it from her.

"You can't get drunk without telling us what happened" she said.

"Fine, Banks sent thugs to me, and they ruined my car" she said.

"What! Same Banks?" Morgan gasped, swirling her drink in her cup.

"Of course!" Pearl snapped.

"I can't believe it, were they wearing masks? What's the colour of their masks?" Rebekah asked.

"Black and white?" Pearl replied.

"I knew it! Only The Titans use black and white masks and Rook is the leader, you should have known!" Morgan shouted.

"Are you saying Rook attacked me with Banks name?" Pearl scoffed.

"Obviously, Banks doesn't belong in any frat club so there's no way he'd send thugs" Lizzy said.

There are two frat clubs in the campus actually...

The Titans who are bossed by Rook, then The Vikings.

No one knows who The Vikings leader is, and they always carry out their operations low-key, so they've been concluded to be weaker.

"Banks it too gentle to do such, he's not violent" Morgan said.

"You're defending him real good" Lizzy smiled.

"He's my future husband" Morgan winked, and Lizzy laughed.

"Whatever" Pearl grabbed her second cup and gulped it.

"Let's hit the dance floor!" Rebekah shouted over the music, and the four crossed over.

Morgan started her crazy twerk on Lizzy, and Lizzy acted like the guy by rocking on her.

Pearl is doing the same for Rebekah...

"Damn! This @ss!" Rebekah spanked her, and Pearl chuckled, downing the third cup.

"I'll get us another" Rebekah said and left the floor.

Pearl resumed dancing alone, but then the smell of a male cologne hit her when a guy began dancing behind her.

He touched her hips, and she quickly turned with wide eyes, feeling like throwing up.

"Did you just touch me? Fûcker! How dare you!" She spat at his face, punching him in the nose.

The guy staggered, and Pearl rushed out of the floor.

Her eyes were already turning as she tried to locate a restroom, and her stomach is upside down.

She held the walls till she found one, and she went on her knees in front of the toilet seat, throwing up all the alcohol she had.

Sweat shawled her face as she stood, staggering to the water dispenser.

A male's sudden touch on her skin triggers her, and that's why she avoids it like fire.

Uncle Richard's face appeared in her head, his sweet smile and his favorite words...

"You're so pretty, Pearl" his voice haunted her like a ghost.

She held her head and mewled painfully, pouring water on her face, but it didn't work

She took off her heels and sat on the covered toilet seat, shaking as she buried her wet face in her shoulder.

"Pearl!" Rebekah came in with the rest of the girls.

"I knew it" Morgan said, and Lizzy quickly gathered her heels.

Rebekah pulled Pearl's head to her tummy, hugging it there.

Pearl hugged her back.

"You're fine, baby" Rebekah stroked her hair, and Morgan sighed.

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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.

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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