Black Widow Series by Beena Khan

A comatose broken with a single, deadly kiss. Once upon a dream. .. Heavy were the eyelids of the woman who reigns alone. I've been in a coma for the past three years after an accident left me unconscious and widowed. I'm in a sleep so deep, it cannot be broken. .. until one day, I feel a brush of soft lips against mine. In my groggy state, I wake up to a pair of dark eyes and a sinister smile. Now I've returned to my old life... moreA comatose broken with a single, deadly kiss. Once upon a dream. .. Heavy were the eyelids of the woman who reigns alone. I've been in a coma for the past three years after an accident left me unconscious and widowed. I'm in a sleep so deep, it cannot be broken. .. until one day, I feel a brush of soft lips against mine. In my groggy state, I wake up to a pair of dark eyes and a sinister smile. Now I've returned to my old life. I’m your neighborhood hot mess single mom who keeps her nose in everyone's business. My husband was the FBI director, and I was one of his agents. We were part of an operation, and now, caught in the crosshairs, I've returned to finish the case of the most dangerous man in New York City. My case is the Tyrant Alexander Nikolaev, the Pakhan of the Russian Bratva. They say all great love stories have happy endings, but mine already ended in a tragedy. .. . but he's awakening something in me that's dark. Kill him or kiss him, I can't decide. I'm getting ensnared in his trap. If I don't entangle myself from his wicked power—I just might end up losing my life. Then no one can sever those threads. Welcome to New York's Underworld. less

I am Number Nine, and I serve at the pleasure of those who come knocking at my door. Once upon a time. .. I was locked in a skyscraper in New York City with eight other girls. I can't belong to no single man because I've belonged to all. No identity, no friends, and no life outside the gilded door of this tower. When I'm not working, I paint the wall every day, the outside sun I've imagined that I've never felt on my skin. One day, the Bratva Brotherhood comes for me. Sociopath. Barbaric... moreI am Number Nine, and I serve at the pleasure of those who come knocking at my door. Once upon a time. .. I was locked in a skyscraper in New York City with eight other girls. I can't belong to no single man because I've belonged to all. No identity, no friends, and no life outside the gilded door of this tower. When I'm not working, I paint the wall every day, the outside sun I've imagined that I've never felt on my skin. One day, the Bratva Brotherhood comes for me. Sociopath. Barbaric. Inhuman. The merciless man, Dimitri Nikhaelov wears no smile on his face as he barges into my room. No greetings. No words of assurance. Imagine my surprise when he says, "You're being delivered. ". Now I'm on a road trip across the country with the deadly Russian man to my final assignment. I thought he was my prince charming, that he might be my savior, but I was so wrong. I didn't know my freedom would come at a high price. Welcome to New York's Underworld. less

I'm an assassin who rose from hell and the rival Don is my target. Once upon a December. .. I was a wanderess, hungry, homeless, and then. .. bought, conditioned, and trained as a lethal assassin. I don't remember who I am. I only remember my name. Anastasia. To claim my life as a killing machine, I had to destroy others, and it became my violent destiny... moreI'm an assassin who rose from hell and the rival Don is my target. Once upon a December. .. I was a wanderess, hungry, homeless, and then. .. bought, conditioned, and trained as a lethal assassin. I don't remember who I am. I only remember my name. Anastasia. To claim my life as a killing machine, I had to destroy others, and it became my violent destiny. For thirteen long years, as the Bratva syndicate's chosen one, I have served my leaders, and now, they have given me a new target, a new assignment. I'm a silent predator underneath my hood. No one is aware I'm a woman until I come across him—Surge Romano, the emerald-eyed Italian Don of the ruling Family of New York. He's twice my age and the only non-blooded member of the rival mob. My duty collides with desire for the first time. I'm here to steal his life, but I have forgotten that I have a heart that beats. I'm not capable of mercy. If I show it, it will be a grave mistake. Too late, I see him and I. .. hesitate. Welcome to New York's Underworld. Loosely based on the legend of Anastasia. less