Love Potion || NoMin AU

طبيبةٌ نفسِية تتغيَّر حياتَها بمجردِ مقابلتِها لمَريضها المجنُون.. فهَل هي حقاً مجرَّد طبيبَة..؟ أم أنّها تُخفِي سراً أكبَر من ذلِك؟!

Bad gyal a me datA Jamaican Love StoryRead to find out!!!

Hide yo kids ( only 18+)Along with your innocence as you delve deeper into each world.Please read the tags before you get in.

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 ]