Marvel Blindfold Novels & Stories

TITLE: THE MAFIA’S OBSESSION Synopsis- Natalie a young and naïve girl was forced into a mafia family she never wanted by her mother, and now she loses her mother after the marriage of her mum and the mafia boss, she has no choice but to now live with her stepfather and brother. Her brother, Lucien on the other hand is a psychopath who loves her differently from ordinary brotherly love, the kind of love that can kill if anyone dares to breathe the same air as his step sister Natalie, he’s obsessive and possessive with Natalie and she feels somewhat suffocated by him not letting her talk to other guys and also not be clear with her about what he always do ------------------------------------- What do you mean…” he hits me with the whip again, harder this time “You only speak when spoken to” “But…” Another hit harder than the last across my skin, it stinged so badly, he spun me around to face him while my blindfold was still tied firmly “You seem to enjoy this, don’t you? I clearly said, disobedience attracts punishment, and you seem to still do it anyway” “I’m sor…” Another hit across my skin “Open up” I was confused thinking of what he meant then I felt his finger on my lips, slow and deliberate with each stroke “Open…up” I opened my mouth slightly, my heart racing in my chest then he stuck one finger in, I tried tilting my head backwards then he hit me with the whip one more time I let out a soft faint moan “Careful” He murmured behind me, his voice low and calm. “If you make noises like that again, I’ll take it that you are enjoying yourself”

A chorus of howls interrupted my thoughts as I closed my eyes and prayed they wouldn’t find me. But then, I caught his scent, making Rayne surge forward. “Mila?” His voice came out in ragged breaths and sent a shiver down my spine. “Are you okay?” I turned to see Tyler stumbling into the entrance in all his glory. Even like this, I couldn’t help but marvel at his physique. If I didn’t want him, I was doing a terrible job at showing it. I closed my eyes to stop from staring, but even then images of him appeared in my mind. “Please,” I begged. “Just leave me alone!” “You know I can’t do that,” Tyler growled softly. “Let me help you. You’re in he–” “I don’t care!” I screamed. I shivered, not from being cold but from the sweat building all over me. I knew Tyler was moving closer to me, his scent making me dizzy. I wrapped my arms around myself. I’d never experienced anything like this before. It was all-consuming and I needed relief immediately. “Please,” I pleaded with both of them, but slowly lost the battle the moment I felt my hands moving between my legs. **** After enduring not one, but two rejections, Mila decides her only option is to leave before she’s swallowed by the darkness. Years later, Mila mysteriously returns home, her heart consumed by a thirst for vengeance. She uncovers a web of betrayal, lies, and twisted desires threatening to consume her. Bound by a dark romance that ignites forbidden passions, she must navigate a treacherous path filled with danger, where every ally could be an enemy in disguise. What dark secrets will Mila uncover? Get ready for rejections, desire, and revenge.

Even though I was the one who broke my ribs in the car accident, my boyfriend Jared decided to take care of his drunk ex-girlfriend instead. When I called to ask him to spend time with me in the hospital, he berated me. “Why are you so clingy? Can’t you tell that Isabelle needs me right now? “You’re a nurse, aren’t you? What, you can’t even take care of yourself now?” Heartbroken, I suggested we break up, only to be met with anger. “I was going to propose to you, you know? Considering how influential my family business is, I need to make sure I choose my wife wisely. “Today was a test to see if you have what it takes to be the next Mrs. Carter. I thought you would be independent and selfless. I expect my future wife to have my back no matter what. “Look at yourself now. You can’t even take care of yourself over something so insignificant! I’m disappointed, Charmaine.” The next day, he posted a picture of himself and his ex-girlfriend on social media. The image’s caption was targeted at me: [You’d better think twice and apologize, Charmaine, or I’ll just date someone else.] I did not apologize. I had had enough of him, so I left the city. Three years later, I saw him again in the lobby of the Financial Tower. I was wearing a heavy onesie costume and sporting a full face of cosplay makeup, while he was wearing an expensive suit and had Isabelle hanging delicately from his arm. He recognized me immediately and laughed. “I knew you never moved on from me, Charmaine! Does it hurt to know I’ll be marrying someone else? “That’s what you’re doing here, right? You’re trying to cosplay as my favorite Marvel character to get my attention. “Maybe I’ll consider taking you back if you kneel and apologize.” I did not deign to reply. I had indeed loved him once upon a time, but today was my son’s birthday, and the cosplay was my surprise for him...