A World of My Own

When she was 14, Dalia was sold to Matteo Martinelli, the former leader of the largest Italian mafia. Flash forward with his son, Vittore Martinelli as the new leader, Dalia is given to him as a birthday present after years in spent in the "safe house". Dalia struggles to fulfill a promise she made and get her old self back as Vittore tries not to fall for the black beauty. Will they go through all the lies, jealousy, betrayal, envy, lust and murder together all in the name of love?Because at the end of it all, she is still Property Of Vittore Martinelli.* * * "Lift your hand," I said looking at how he held onto his bicep with a tight grip. "Let me take a look at the bullet wound.""No tesoro. I can do this myself," Vittore grumbled and I gave him incredulous look. "Don't start that bullshit with me Vittore. Remove your arm and let me help you or..." I trailed off, not able to say more. I was still in shock but I could do this. "Just... just let me help.""No."I glared at Vittore. "Why are you being so damn egotistic?! Let me help you! Do you know what it was like to find you like... and to..." I couldn't even get all the words out. "Let me help you. Please."Begging wasn't something I'd ever do but I just needed him to let me help him. "No-""Why?!" I suddenly exploded. "Why won't you just let me help you?!""Because I don't know how to handle it ok?!" Vittore suddenly exploded, his dark eyes glaring at me. "I don't know how to handle these... feelings. Fuck tesoro you drive me crazy! Don't you see that? You make me question everything I've ever known and... I can't..." I watched Vittore as his expression turned determined. "Fuck it."He leaned forward and pressed his lips on mine.* * *WARNING! Mentions of death, torture, gore, abuse and other things related to the mafia.

ڕێکەوت یانیش چارەنووس وەها پێویستی دەکرد کە لەم ژووانە چاوەڕوانەکراوەیا ئامادە بم ئێوە هەردووکتان جیاواز بوون !پرسیار لەخۆم دەکەمـ لەکەیەکەوە من لەو حاڵەمـ نازانمـ هەر ئەوەندە دەزانمـ من نیمـ ، نابمەوە سەرەتای دێرەکانے تۆ ناگەڕێمەوە ئەو ماڵەی قەرار بوو ببێ بە هے ئێمە دڵیش ناگەڕێتەوە لای کەسێک کە لەهەستے و نەستے بۆ جارێکیش تێنەگەیشتوویژانەر: خۆشەویستی ،دەسەڵات ،جیابونەوە ،ئازار،تەنیاییکارەکتەری سەرەکی :پارک کاڤیا کیم تایهیۆنگ جیۆن جۆنگکوک S: 17-2-2024E:

Two survivors of a murderous gang meet when similar crimes begin to occur.A fan translation of the sequel for the "Others are Hell" webtoon. I used an app to translate it so it will not always be completely accurate, forewarning. Also I did not make this comic, I only translated it to english. Please support the original comic if you can through views, likes and/or buying episodes. https://m.comic.naver.com/webtoon/list?titleId=793283&page=1&week=tue&sortOrder=DESC

It is a story about the daughter of Katherine of Aragon and Henry the 8th, as a what-if story and how she would survive and live. Would she make the same decisions as her mother and sister, or would she sign the oath and live in her father's favor?

A Creepypasta and Jeff The Killer × Fem Reader [ 2 ] ~The words are made clearer as the sun rises up, but the story is not over just yet. Some words are washed away from the rain, some coated in sand.But, the most important are still placed in your hand. The words weigh down on your palm, begging to enter your mind of thoughts.Will you continue your journey? Or will you leave it to rot?________________________________________S N E A K P E A K :My grip tightened, my brain began to go crazy with thoughts and different voices. "I'm not...a bad person." I whispered, my body leaned up against his chest for support as I felt my eyes begin to burn. Images of bodies blurred my train of thought, The ones he and the others had brutalized popped up in my into my sick mind, so many fucked up events finally began to take a tole on my brain as they found one little crease to seep into. His hand grabbed my wrist, tight. I felt his other hand cup my cheek, pulling me closer to his body. "We are all bad people." He spoke aloud, his eyes not coming to mine once."But...I'm not." I breathed out, trying to convince myself that I wasn't. "But you are, Y/n." He stated, looking down at me. His eyes were filled with... something unknown to my intoxicated mind. Deep down, I knew that for once, he wasn't lying to me.I truly was a monster, just, like, them. ______________________________________________[ This book was written when I was in a deep state of derealization, so it may seem kind of off? Idk ]WARNING :- Past Sexual Assault [PTSD]- GORE/HORROR/DISTURBING DESCRIPTION - SLIGHT NSFW - ADULT SUBSTANCES/ TOXINS / LANGUAGE...START OF BOOK : 6 / 5 / 22END OF BOOK: 8 / 17 / 22[ FINISHED ]

Yu Yaoyao was a snake spirit who died by lightning and as a result, transmigrated to a novel she had read in her past life. This third-rate actress had the same name as her, but then she remembered she was only a pitiful cannon fodder in the novel she had read.This obscure actress's life was riddled with scandals, and as a result, her diamond husband left her. She then hit the rock bottom of her career and ultimately became paralyzed by an accident. Not to mention, she had neglected her child, leading him to an early death.Graced with a new life, Yu Yaoyao is determined to steer her path away from the plot's death flags. She'll be the best wife, the most loving mother and she'll rise to the top of the entertainment industry!

I was grabbed by the arm and pinned against the wall, I gasped in shock as I looked up to see the dude from earlier, "what the h-" I was cut off when he placed his finger over my lips and shushed me, "Mine" he growled. yes growled, I mean who growls. Before I could respond, he smashed his lips on to mine and ravished them. Instantly a strange spark ignited inside me, tingles erupted on my lips. I suddenly felt this uncontrollable pull towards him, like he's meant for me. Why do I feel like this? I felt his hands grab my hips and pinned me harder against the wall with his body.Before I knew it I was kissing him back. His hair was wrapped around my fingers as I pulled his lips closer to me. One of his hands stayed on my hip as his other hand, slid down to my thigh, his thumb, rubbing circles in a spot, sending shivers up and down my leg. His tongue swept into my mouth, exploring the interior. My eyes widened when I felt something very prominent against my stomach. I pushed him away and I began to panic. Suddenly, the sound of my smack against his cheek filled the empty hallway.

Lost, confused and alone.This is Y/n, a young boy with no idea of his past and memories.Him and his brother Izuku are planning on going to the famous U.A High-school to learn and train to be great heroes.Tough challenges arrives and secrets are revealed through the journey.Find out the story of Y/n on his adventures on U.A, but most importantly, what kind of secrets are hiding beneath the shadows of his memories...My Hero Academia is owned by Horikoshi for his Manga along with Studio Bones for the Anime Adaptation.