Bleach Hell Arc Designs Novels & Stories

Michelle Finley, a stripper who endured working in hell to pay off her father's debt, thought that her life would turn into normal after the last night of working in an afterhours. However, her supposed last night from hell turned into an unforgettable disaster when she was forced to escort a God-like billionaire for money and ended up having a one-night stand with him. What's worse is she got sold to him in return for money. Now, she needs to find a way to get away from him. But, how could she possibly escape from the ruthless and wild billionaire?

WE'RE BACK! Yes, your favorite cousins are back at it again, but this time it ain't about me. So, buckle up and grab your wine glasses, because it's gonna be crazy! Mina’s POV: Wait a damn minute. Am I in hell? Because if I am, I need to speak to HR. I didn't even get a chance to plead my case, give a reference or something. I'm about to start freaking out because, I'm not a “go to hell” and mean it type of person. I can't do heat for five minutes let alone an eternity. I feel like giving my life to save a baby and a man should have gotten me at least joint visitation six months in heaven and six months in hell. “Mina, are you awake?” I heard the voice quietly say next to my ear. I tried opening my eyes, but it felt like I had sand in them. I decided to try speaking, but only let out something that sounded like a sick animal. "Wait right there let me get you some water.” I heard a voice whisper again. Who the hell is that? I have heard that voice before but couldn't figure out who the hell it was. “! We need to move; they've found us.” The voice came again. Wait, what? Who the hell are they? I tried opening my eyes again, this time I managed to get them open enough to see the figure picking me up bridal style. Then the stranger turned his head to look directly in my eyes and I knew instantly who it was. “Blaze? You gotta be shitting me.” I said, obviously shocked. “Hey, can we join the party? I hope you are serving food because we are famished.” I heard a man say.

" let get married" I told him and he pushed my hands away and shifted back. " you don't know what you are saying, I'm not interested in your deal" he said and attempted to walk away. and this I think I have to switch to my crazy mode. " take one step again I will make life a living hell for you! I told you to marry me but you're refusing my offer, if you don't marry me I will make sure the torture you're getting worsened day after day and I will also press more charges against you... dare me Aryan!" she thudered gritting her teeth.. what?" I said in surprised gosh, what the hell have I gotten myself into, why did hell is she forcing me to get married to her ? why can't she just gets married to a business man like her in order to save her reputation and company? why is this aroggant CEO picking on me? dare me Aryan!!" she threatened.

Book- I 18+ Mentions of Graphic sexual content. Read at your own risk. Celestine, a naive and young orphan girl from a village. In the name of family, she had only her 7 year old dying sister. To save her, she did everything along with begging for money from wherever she could but no one helped her. Being disappointed and desperate to save her sister, she got trapped and sold her body to a brothel not knowing the consequences. Brothel was the hell where you can go by your own choice but can never come back. Damien Romano, the cruelest and richest Billionaire of Italy got obsessed with her body after having her. His obsession made him drag her away from the brothel to take her to his personal hell where he could torture her with pleasure. Celestine, who had never got the taste of happiness from the day she was born, will she ever be able to escape from her personal hell and from the clutches of the monster that resided deep inside Damien.

“BE my fiancée.” “I will never allow Raymond to stand as a father to my daughter,” Ava declares bitterly, her pain and resentment still raw. Hell No

Being Alpha Ace Cassilas' mate was hell for Victoria. As if it weren't enough to keep Victoria as his prisoner and slave, Alpha Ace also betrays Victoria. The night Ace announces his engagement to another girl, Victoria runs away with Ace's twins in her womb. Jared Waltz, the Alpha of the South River Pack, rescued Victoria. He treated her so well that he made her his girlfriend. Victoria thought her hell was over. Until another fact is revealed: she is the descendant of Alpha King Salvatore, the cursed Alpha, and her twins are the target of hunters.

“I searched for you everywhere, Marissa. I hired the best investigators. I realized too late that I needed you in my life. And now that you are here, I cannot let you go.” His voice was weak. His eyes were desperate. And the desperation only made me feel more satisfied than I had in years. I could walk away and let Tristan’s perfect world fall apart. Or I could stay. Crush the empire my sweat was built on, watch Tristan wallow in pain as his world crumbles. I could become the queen of the game he started ten years ago. ********** Marissa, a plus sized lady, was once the talented designer whose creativity turned her husband’s company into a success. Tristan hid her because he was ashamed of her size, stole her work, and even named her designs after his lover. That same night, she lost her pregnancy. Now, ten years later, the empire he built was sinking. But Marissa? She returned stronger, more beautiful, and fearless. When the man who broke her begins to beg, will Marissa forgive him or turn the game to her playground where Tristan will face the worst kind of pain than she ever did?

At the awards for the Global Jewelry Design Competition, my stepsister Sandra took the grand prize. She used the designs she stole from me. What she didn’t know was the show’s biggest sponsor: Jude Moretti. Godfather of the Moretti family. A bloodthirsty monster scarred in an explosion, a man they say can never have children. And the grand prize? Becoming the Godfather’s bride. That night, Moretti’s men, all in black, delivered a gold-trimmed marriage contract. They were here for the “genius designer.” My fiancé, Marco, panicked. He whisked Sandra off to Vegas to save her. They got married that night. With the deed done, Sandra strutted back in, wearing my silk robe. She flashed the ring on her finger and the hickies all over her neck. “Marco’s mine now,” she purred. “What are you going to do, Odessa? The Godfather’s only giving you a day. If you don’t marry him, the Family will have to appease him. That means sending you to the red-light district. Selling you to the kind of sicko who gets off on broken things.” She was wrong. I had another choice. I found my father and stepmother, both scrambling to deal with the contract. “I’ll do it,” I said. “I’ll marry the Godfather.”

If you’re filthy minded, step inside the doors of Dirty Angels and order a drink. Dirty Angels is a cocktail bar where desire, power, and bad decisions collide. Everyone who walks through its doors is hiding something, and everyone wants something they shouldn’t. The story unfolds through rotating points of view, each character given five chapters at a time to reveal the dirty business they’re involved in. Mafia deals. Billionaire secrets. Bad boys with dangerous appetites. Obsessions that refuse to stay buried. Each arc can be read on its own, but together they weave into a larger, darker story as the full truth behind Dirty Angels slowly comes into focus. At the centre are Marisol and Ethan, locked in a volatile enemies-to-lovers dynamic neither of them is willing to name. Around them orbit lovers, rivals, and predators: a mafia ex who won’t let go, a billionaire with too much power, a shark lawyer who knows exactly where the bodies are buried, and a found family bound together by loyalty, desire, and shared secrets. Dirty Angels attracts those who crave the forbidden. Boundaries blur. Power shifts hands. Desire takes many forms, and not everyone is looking for love. Some will find it anyway. Others will burn everything down on the way. Tropes & Themes: Enemies to lovers • MM • MMF • FF • Power dynamics • Daddy energy • Age gap (all adults) • Step-relations (adults) • BDSM themes • Obsession • Found family • Dark desire

Riccardo Volsi, the youngest Don of Altamura, has an arm wrapped around my enemy, Sofia Greco, as they step over my dying body. On the night before, he had a hand clamped over my mouth and his other hand gripping my thigh as he thrust into me repeatedly in throes of passion. Yet, today he's the one who personally locks me into the workshop that will kill me. I've begged him for mercy before. I even crawl over to him like a bitch on all fours just so I can tug at his pant leg and gesture to him to save me. But Riccardo just looks at me as though I were a filthy mutt. "Sofia is the principessa of the Greco family. The fact that she likes your designs is enough for you to kneel and beg her for the right to work for her." They think I'm just a mute designer who's a nobody in this world. That's why they can trample all over me and humiliate me all they want without giving a damn about my life and death. What they don't know is that I've gotten reborn. Not only can I make them kneel before me, but I can also destroy them once and for all.