Dooming the mafia devil

She was sent to destroy him. A man feared in the shadows, a mafia lord whose name alone commanded power and blood. Serafina Dunes had one mission: send Rapheal Dekoms to hell. Murdered by her husband's mistress, Yuanita Serra was ripped from life before her time-only to be reborn as a missionier, and her first task was to kill Rapheal Dekoms. But fate had other plans. What was meant to be a deadly mission became a dangerous game of desire and hate, where every glance and every touch ignited a fire she couldn't control-and threatened to unravel everything he had ever built.

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Chapter 3

RAPHEAL.

I pushed through the tall frames of the trees, running to wherever my feet carried me. My heart pounded in my chest and my lungs felt so tired. My vision was blurry and stung hard. Given the darkness that eluded the forest, it all felt hopeless. Screeching cries echoed around me, increasing the fright I felt. I looked behind and the figure after me seemed to be advancing further. I've been running for hours but it felt like I was just moving around in corners.

Yet, I kept running.

I couldn't afford to be caught up by the monster behind me.

Another piercing sound caused my toe to hit a big stone. I tumbled on the thorny grass and rolled into a ditch. Cold chilly air kissed my skin as I flew down the pit which seemed to be unending. Instead, it got hotter and cut through me and a shrill cry escaped my throat. A strange sound rang in my eyes and I jolted from my sleep, to the sound of my alarm.

The fear I felt from the dream made goosebumps kiss my damp skin. I took heavy breaths as my eyes darted around in fear and fury. Grazing my fingers in the head board, the lights of my room came on and I breathed a sigh of relief.

This same soul-wrecking nightmare every night.

Grabbing the side table, I flung it to the other side of the room, clattering every single thing on it.

From the sound, one of my maids rushed in, her face laddened in panic.

"Lord Rapheal.." her eyes scanned me slowly. "Are you okay?"

I shot her a glare, ignoring her pity.

"Get out."

"But you don't look okay..." she tried to protest.

Grabbing a wine bottle by the other bedside, I broke it in her direction.

"Get out!!!" my voice thundered at her.

She scurried away before I could even finish, obviously scared for her life.

After trying to derive what my nightmare meant, for the untold time since my wife died, I decided to get on with my day. It's probably because I was yet to move on from her. Peeling out from my free pants, I slipped into a comfy gym wear and headed to the sports room.

What better way to clear your head than to keep your body busy.

My legs moved on the treadmill with swift speed, causing my muscles to flex and relax at intervals. I wiped the sweat that flowed down my body with my face towel, determined to outwork myself if it meant forgetting my bad dreams.

Even though it felt really pointless.

Just then, a lady in her mid forties walked up to me and pushed her tray–chilled bottled water and a glass balanced on it– with a slight bow.

Turning the machine off, I grabbed the water and gulped down immediately, as its coldness calmed my parching throat.

"Your bath has been prepared, Sir." She announced.

I dropped the bottle and strode to the shower to clean up. But while the cold water went down my skin, a warm body pressed behind me, before her arms crossed over to my chest.

"You seem to be stressed, daddy." Her soft voice remarked, gently caressing my bodily hairs with a slimy sickening aura. I grabbed her hands and flung it away.

"I don't like being touched while showering."

Staring at the mirror, I caught her flinch, which she swiftly masked with a seductive smile.

"I only wanted to make you happy."

Slowly, she turned to me and grazed my member on her thigh. Blood surged through my veins and the soft shaft turned to a hard bone.

To me, Bethany was a gross gold. Even if she's not the best I've had, she was very good at what she did.

Gripping her wrist, I wanted to stop her from going further but on second thought, figured I could also give her what she wanted.

It was a mutual feeling, afterall.

Grabbing her neck, I crashed my lips on hers which tasted like whiskey with a blend of vanilla, nearly intoxicating me. I grabbed her soft butts and raised her frame, slamming her onto the tiled wall. A small moan escaped her lips as I spread her legs apart and roughly slipped my hard dick into her.

She felt so tight and arousing, sending tiny sparks of pleasure all over my body. With a firm grip to her waist, I moved in her with needed strength, taking it to a hitting spot. She moaned loudly, as the walls of her pussy contracted on me, and its fluids pooled and trickled down her legs.

"Fuck me daddy!!" She yelled, her grip on my hair hard and needy with her back arched closer to me. Even though my hands were badly cramping from her weight, the pleasure felt too overwhelming. My pace increased, and my sac filled up gradually, which made a groan escape my lips. Faster and faster until I finally felt it at the tip of my dick.

"Suck me!" My voice thundered as I pulled out immediately and slipped into her mouth. She gagged, moving her lips on me with a speed that made my fluids shoot out on her face.

"Thank you, daddy." She chimed with a smile on her face. Ignoring her, I cleaned up myself and walked out, to get ready for the day.

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Apex Bloom This is the definitive "Rags to Riches" journey of a woman who was treated as disposable, only to return and conquer the most dangerous man in the underworld. Apex Bloom isn't just a title; it is Franco's survival game-a lethal, high-stakes gauntlet designed to chew up the weak and spit out the broken. Lolita wasn't supposed to survive it; she was supposed to be another casualty. Instead, she broke the game and took the man who created it. The Disposal Lolita begins as a woman discarded. Betrayed by her husband, Lyle, she is stripped of everything and thrown into the gutters of London. She is left with nothing but her wits in a world designed to erase her. Lyle didn't just leave her; he disposed of her like a spent asset, assuming she would quietly disappear. He was wrong. Entering the Game: Franco Rossi In the wreckage of her life, Lolita is forced into the Apex Bloom-the brutal survival game orchestrated by Franco Rossi. Franco is the underworld's apex predator, a man who believes in a world of absolute Darwinian ruthlessness. His game is designed to test the limits of human endurance, and he expects Lolita to be a pawn, a victim, or a fleeting distraction. Breaking the Architect Lolita doesn't just play Franco's game; she dismantles it. Using her brilliant mind and a newfound, weaponised confidence, she turns the Bloom into her own instrument of ascent. But her most calculated victory is over Franco himself. Through an intoxicating display of dominant power and erotic prowess, Lolita targets the man behind the machine. She doesn't just win; she breaks Franco's stoic, masculine code, forcing a full surrender of his will. She seduces the power away from the enforcer, turning the architect of the game into her most devoted subject. She proves that her dominance isn't just about force-it's about a total, soul-deep conquest that leaves the city's most dangerous man kneeling at her feet. The Rags to Riches Ascent The journey from a discarded wife to the Queen of the Apex Bloom is paved with the ruin of those who underestimated her. Lolita uses her sexuality and her intellect as twin blades, seizing the wealth and the territories of the men who thought they were players. By the time the dust settles, she has achieved unimaginable riches and undisputed authority, standing at the head of an empire built on the shattered remains of Franco's former life. The Final Sovereignty The book concludes with Lolita standing at the absolute summit. Her marriage to Franco in the Cotswolds is the ultimate victory lap-a coronation where the man who once ran the game now serves its new Queen. They are bound by blood and law, but it is Lolita who holds the reins. The story ends with The Syndicate, the global masters of the underworld, watching in shock. They thought they were dealing with another street-level syndicate; instead, they have found a woman who took the most lethal survival game in existence and made it her own.

Adventure Mafia Romance

8.0

CHRISTMAS IN YOUR ARMS

8.0

For Claire, Christmas has always been about survival. She only wanted to keep life steady for her daughter Emma after heartbreak and loss. Moving to a quiet snowy town was meant to be a fresh start, not the beginning of something new for her heart. Jack, a widowed single father, has built his world around his children. He has hidden his own longing for love beneath duty and routine. But when Claire and Emma step into his life, the walls he carefully built begin to melt away like snow under the winter sun. As festive lights glow and snow falls gently around them, Claire and Jack discover laughter, warmth, and the kind of connection they never thought they would feel again. Their children bond, their hearts open, and slowly, a friendship begins to grow into something far deeper. But love after loss is never simple. Can Claire trust her heart again. Can Jack embrace the future instead of living in the past. This Christmas, two families are given a second chance to heal, to hope, and to find themselves forever in each other's arms. Christmas in Your Arms is a heartwarming holiday romance filled with tender moments, snowy nights, and the magic of love that feels like coming home.

Adventure Fantasy Romance

7.1

Hot For My New Stepbrother

7.1

I never should have let my mother hold my future hostage. She paid my tuition with his father's money. Locked my birth certificate, my transcripts, every scrap of paper I need to survive in a safe I'll never open. And the one thing I had left of my dad, his old watch, she dangled like a noose. Run, and I lose my education. Fight, and I lose the last piece of the man who actually loved me. So I moved into the Hunters' mansion. Into the lair of the boy who spent years making my life hell. Chase Hunter. Six-foot-five of pure venom wrapped in muscle and money. The senior who cornered me in empty hallways, who whispered filth in my ear just to watch me flinch, who smiled that sharp, cruel smile every time I broke a little more. I thought graduation meant freedom from him. I was wrong. Now he's my stepbrother. He hates that I'm here. Hates my mother for sinking her claws into his father. Hates me most of all, for breathing his air, for walking his halls, for daring to exist where he can reach me. But hate isn't clean anymore. It's tangled up in heat. In the way his grey eyes strip me bare every time they land on me. In the way his hand closes around my throat, not to hurt, but to own. In the way he punishes me over his lap, in his car, against walls, until I'm shaking and soaked and furious at myself for wanting more. He calls me Little Lamb like it's poison on his tongue. I call him every name I can think of under my breath. How long until we stop fighting the deadly inferno raging between us and finally let it consume us both?

Action Adventure Modern

7.9

My Best Friend Framed Me for Sabotage

7.9

Betrayed by his closest friend and falsely accused of sabotage, the protagonist finds his life in ruins. Forced into a dangerous journey of survival, he must navigate a world of high-stakes action and hidden conspiracies to clear his name. Along the way, he builds unexpected alliances and finds a chance at romance amidst the chaos. Driven by a quest for justice, he seeks to expose the truth and reclaim the life stolen by a bitter betrayal.

Action Adventure Romance

7.9

The Last Wildcard

7.9

Welcome to the most dangerous dating show on Earth. Every year, the supernatural elite are invited to compete on a luxurious island where alliances are forged, rivalries turn deadly, and love is supposedly the prize. Cameras roll, viewers vote. Winners leave famous, bonded, and powerful. No one talks about those who don't leave. When Riven Ashcroft is chosen as a last-minute "human wildcard," she knows it's a mistake. She doesn't belong among witches, wolves, shifters, and beings who look at her like they already know her fate. She's here to survive the game not become part of it. But the island reacts to her presence. The trials change, the men stop competing with each other and start watching her. As ancient magic stirs and divine forces interfere, she uncovers the truth: the show isn't about finding love, it's about awakening something forbidden, something the gods buried long ago. And she isn't the contestant, she's the reason the game exists. With desire tangled in danger, bonds forming she never agreed to, and powers rising she was never meant to wield, she must decide, play by the rules or burn the entire game to the ground. Because this season, love isn't the prize. She is.

Adventure Fantasy Romance

9.6

The Rejected Luna: Rise of the White Wolf Queen

9.6

As the Luna of the Silver Moon Pack, I thought my Fated Mate bond with Alpha Liam was unbreakable. That was until Ava Sinclair walked into the banquet hall, pregnant, and Liam used his Alpha Command to force me to my knees in front of the whole pack, choosing his mistress over me. The violence of his rejection didn't just break my heart; it killed the unborn pup I hadn't even told him about yet. When I tried to escape the toxicity, Liam hunted me down and chained me in a dungeon with silver cuffs, desperate to keep me as a "backup" while he played house with Ava. It took him two years to realize Ava was carrying a rogue's bastard, not his heir. Suddenly, the arrogant Alpha was the victim, kneeling in the dirt at the Solstice Festival, offering me a massive diamond ring and begging for a second chance. He thought he could buy forgiveness. He thought I was still his broken little wife. But I didn't reach for the ring. I turned to the female warrior standing beside me—the one who had lifted a collapsing stone pillar to save my life while Liam was busy destroying it. I interlaced my fingers with hers and looked down at my ex-mate. "You ask why I choose her?" I said, my voice ringing across the silent plaza. "Because while you were building my cage, Liam, Seraphina was becoming my sky."

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