As we reached the main road, my father stopped, seemingly waiting for someone. "Papa, why are we here?" I questioned, my voice trembling. "Be quiet, Aria. You ask too many questions," he replied, refusing to meet my gaze. "Papa?" I called out, concerned as I noticed his trembling hands and perspiring brow. He turned to face me, his eyes filled with anxiety. "What's wrong?" I asked, my worry intensifying. He seemed worn out and stressed, as if he might collapse at any moment. "Aria," he began, but his sentence was cut short by the squealing of tires approaching us. Not just one car, but two... no, three. Before I could comprehend what was happening, we were surrounded. The door of the Lamborghini Huracรกn swung open, and a tall man stepped out. I found myself gaping at him before a black sack was forcefully placed over my head. I struggled, kicking and fighting, but then I heard a distinct click. "Do anything stupid, and Francesco dies..." "Francesco? That was my father... my own father..." I tried to calm myself, even though not entirely successfully, as I was thrown into a car. The journey began, and with the sack still covering my face, I had no idea where they were taking me. When the sack was finally removed, I found myself standing before Alessandro Genovese... SOLD TO THE MAFIA KING Copyright 2023. Blaliy Lilian.A. All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form without written consent of the author, except by a reviewer who may quote brief passages for review purposes only. This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are used fictitiously and are a product of the author's imagination.
"La signora davanti a voi รจ esaurita, รจ tutta vostra. (The lady standing before you is sold, she's all yours)". My dad said with a cold demeanor.
My heart skipped a beat upon hearing this. Did my father really mean what he said? I narrowed my eyes, studying the indifferent man in front of me. It was clear that my father's words held no significance to him. After my father's lengthy rambling, he rose from his seat. Alessandro Genovese, a powerful figure, approached us with deliberate steps. Through his shirt and loosened tie, I could sense a reluctance to conform with societal norms. It seemed I had momentarily forgotten who was advancing towards me, as I was captivated by his tall and handsome figure. My mind struggled to find the right words to describe his elegance.
Lost in my thoughts and unaware of his close proximity, he suddenly grabbed my arm, pulling me towards him and snapping me back to reality.
"She's sold?."
I looked at my father, who was trembling and sweating profusely, his nod confirming his agreement with the man's statement.
"Sold?" I whispered, startled as his voice echoed next to me.
"Maledetti figli di puttana" (Bloody motherfucker), he muttered, but my confused expression prompted no explanation.
"Paolo!" he called out, and a tall man entered the room, positioning himself not far from the door.
"There's another one, take her."
Time seemed to stand still as I stared at my father, who avoided my gaze with great conviction.
"Paolo!" he called again, his voice now louder and more menacing.
Paolo approached me and forcefully gripped my arm, causing me to flinch from the pain. "Let me go!" I couldn't help but yell, not wanting to provoke Alessandro Genovese in front of me.
"You're coming with me," he asserted, dragging me along despite my resistance.
"No! Papa!" I pleaded within my heart. "Papa, do something!" I yelled, continuing to struggle as Alessandro spoke from his position.
"Tell her, Francesco. Your daughter is confused."
All eyes turned to my father, who gulped nervously and struggled to catch his breath, avoiding eye contact with anyone.
"Francesco!" Alessandro thundered, causing my father to jolt and fall to his knees, squealing in fear.
"Mi dispiace Aria, ma questa รจ la tua nuova casa, abituati" (I'm sorry, Aria, but this is your new home. Get used to it), my father confessed, a mix of regret and resignation evident in his voice.
A satisfied smile appeared on Alessandro's face, as he turned his gaze back to me. "Did you hear him, Aria Francesco?"
"No, please," I whispered, looking at my father with pleading eyes, but he refused to meet my gaze.
"Sei mio" (You're mine), he emphasized, before signaling Paolo to take me away.
"No!" I struggled, causing Paolo to become irritated as he lifted me off the ground and carried me out, despite my continuous pleas.
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His might be a different being but Alex loved him and he loved Alex more. However, fate, it seemed, had other plans. In a desperate attempt to win back his lover who had somehow come back to life after dying tragically in the past, Alex resolves to become Kaiden's stand-in, hoping against hope that Kaiden's past obsession with him would resurface, and their love would be rekindled. Yet, Alex couldn't shake the nagging uncertainty. Would Kaiden ever love him again as he once had?
TAYLOR MACKENZIE At first, I wanted to run away from my life, but I met him, Diego Salvatore. He trained me, helped me become stronger so I could avenge those who hurt me. At first it was clearly business until that night. And now, I want more nights with him, more days with him. This wasn't right, it'll drift me from my vengeance journey, but Diego Salvatore was my man, my very own. However, I'm torn between my hatred towards his father who caused I and my father pain, and his love for me. What's it going to be? Love sex or revenge? DIEGO SALVATORE. Taylor was just a nanny, a fucking nanny but somehow she's managed to cloud my thoughts, my visions, my mind and most importantly, my life. I was drunk that day and she walked in, playing her servant duties and yes I felt like having a woman by my side, she seemed to coorporate and we had sex. It was sex, everyone does it. However, Taylor was different. She felt different, tasted different. It was supposed to end there but it didn't, I wanted more with her, I wanted so badly to be inside her, over and over. It's fucking killing me, Taylor will be the end of me, but she's just a nanny, why does her presence makes me horny? Maybe she was bought by my father but she's mine and I wouldn't let anyone near or hurt her, not even my own father.... WHISPERS OF RETRIBUTION. Copyright 2024. Blaliy Lilian All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form without written consent of the author, except by a reviewer who may quote brief passages for review purposes only. This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are used fictitiously and are a product of the author's imagination. Note: This book contains explicit sex scenes and is not suitable for readers below 18.
The sound of metal scraping against metal jolted me awake. My eyes fluttered open, but I was met with darkness, my surroundings unfamiliar. Panic surged through my veins as I realized I was in the backseat of a car, my hands tied behind my back. I recalled what happened earlier, the note. I was still on the red gown, it was all a lie. Who would want to hurt me, who exactly? Frantically, I wriggled against the restraints behind me, the knots biting into my skin. I needed to call for help, anyone at all. "Help!" I screamed, my voice echoing in the confined space. But there was no response, only the eerie silence of my captivity. Suddenly, the car rumbled to life. My heart raced. What was happening? I couldn't think as I kicked at the door, desperate to escape, but it wouldn't budge. Tears welled in my eyes as the realization dawned upon me, I might die. "Please no, no God," I wept, my tears mixing with my makeup but I didn't care, my life was more important. My cries grew louder, more desperate, but still, no one came to my aid, not like it was their fault, because the last thing I could remember was the park, how did I get to God knows where. More fear consumed me as the car lurched forward, where was it taking me? Suddenly, the car came to a halt, and my eyes widened in horror. I looked around and realized where I wasโthe junkyard. The air was thick with the stench of rust and decay as the car was lifted into the air by a massive crane, heading straight for the crusher. My world came to a momentary stop. "No! Please, no!" I screamed, my voice raw with terror. I thrashed against my bonds, but it was futile. "God, no.. please!" More tears streamed down my cheeks as the walls of the car began to close in around me. My screams reached a deafening pitch as the car crusher began to crush the vehicle. I was inside it. I pounded on the windows, my cries echoing through the empty yard, but there was no one to hear me, no one to save me. The sound of metal groaning and collapsing around me only added to the horror of the moment, and I cried out in anguish, the fear and helplessness consuming me. I gave up, I had to, there was no point. Amidst the chaos around me, I could only think of one person. Dr. Nick, how on Earth would he find me? "Oh, God." Suddenly, a familiar voice shattered the silence. "Jasmin!" it cried out. And once again, he came for me. Tears filled my eyes as I watched him run towards the car. The crusher might finish what's left of me before he even got to me. I shut my eyes close as tears flowed down my eyes. Our love was like Medicine mixed with few drops of Romance.....
SYNOPSIS. In a world of Wizards, Witches, Vampires and Lycans there's only one source to power. A threat to some and a bloodline to another. It's the war for a hybrid. Vampire and Lycan collision. Blaliyfriction with โค๏ธ APOCALYPSE. Copyright 2023. Lilian Anyadike All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form without written consent of the author, except by a reviewer who may quote brief passages for review purposes only. This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are used fictitiously and are a product of the authorโs imagination. This isnโt your idea, Vampire and Werewolf books, this is actually a combination of different creatures merged into one. A product of the writers imagination. Thank you.
๊ณ ๋ฑํ๊ต ์ด๋ณ. Copyright 2023. ๋ฆด๋ฆฌ์ ์์ผ๋์ผ ๋ชจ๋ ๊ถ๋ฆฌ ๋ณด์ . ์ด ์ฑ ์ ์ด๋ค ๋ถ๋ถ๋ ์ ์์ ์๋ฉด ๋์ ์์ด ์ด๋ค ํํ๋ก๋ ๋ณต์ ํ๊ฑฐ๋ ์ ์กํ ์ ์์ผ๋ฉฐ, ๋ฆฌ๋ทฐ ๋ชฉ์ ์ผ๋ก๋ง ์งง์ ๊ตฌ์ ์ ์ธ์ฉํ ์ ์๋ ๋ฆฌ๋ทฐ์ด๋ ์์ธ์ ๋๋ค. ์ด ์ฑ ์ ํ๊ตฌ์ ์ํ์ ๋๋ค. ์ด๋ฆ, ์ธ๋ฌผ, ์ฅ์ ๋ฐ ์ฌ๊ฑด์ ํ๊ตฌ์ ์ผ๋ก ์ฌ์ฉ๋์์ผ๋ฉฐ ์ ์์ ์์๋ ฅ์ ์ฐ๋ฌผ์ ๋๋ค. INTRO ๋ฌด๋๋ํ์ง๋ง ๋ ๋ง์ ๊ฒ์ ์ด๋ฃฐ ์ ์๋ค๊ณ ์๊ฐํ๋ ์๊ฒฝ์๊ฒ ์์ค์ด ๋ํ๋๊ณ ๋ ์ฌ๋ ์ฌ์ด์ ์ ์พํ ๋ก๋งจ์ค๊ฐ ์์๋์ง๋ง, ์ด๋ช ์ ๋ฐ๊พธ๋ ค๋ ์์ค์ ์ค๋น ์์ค์ ๋ฐฉํด์ ๋ถ๋ชํ๋ค. ๋๋ ๋ชจ๋ฅด๋ ๋๊ตฐ๊ฐ๊ฐ ๊ทธ๋ค์ ๊ด๊ณ์ ๊ฐ์กฑ, ํ๋ณต์ ๋ชจ๋ ๋นผ์์ผ๋ ค ํ๋๋ฐ....... Blaliy Lilian.
Being locked in a world of fantasy and falling in love with a Lord who everyone despise, Lisa finds herself tangled in the web of love between two people but must end up with just one.... only one
Janice, the long-forgotten legitimate heiress, made her way back to her family, pouring her heart into winning their hearts. Yet, she had to relinquish her very identity, her academic credentials, and her creative works to her foster sister. In return for her sacrifices, she found no warmth, only deeper neglect. Resolute, Janice vowed to cut off all emotional bonds. Transformed, she now stood as a master of martial arts, adept in eight languages, an esteemed medical expert, and a celebrated designer. With newfound resolve, she declared, "From this day forward, no one in this family shall cross me."
In her previous life, Kimberly endured the betrayal of her husband, the cruel machinations of an evil woman, and the endless tyranny of her in-laws. It culminated in the bankruptcy of her family, and ultimately, her death. After being reborn, she resolved to seek retribution against those who had wronged her, and ensure her family's prosperity. To her shock, the most unattainable man from her past suddenly set his sights on her. "You may have overlooked me before, but I shall capture your heart this time around."
Rumors said that Lucas married an unattractive woman with no background. In the three years they were together, he remained cold and distant to Belinda, who endured in silence. Her love for him forced her to sacrifice her self-worth and her dreams. When Lucas' true love reappeared, Belinda realized that their marriage was a sham from the start, a ploy to save another woman's life. She signed the divorce papers and left. Three years later, Belinda returned as a surgical prodigy and a maestro of the piano. Lost in regret, Lucas chased her in the rain and held her tightly. "You are mine, Belinda."
Sequel to chasing my estranged wife; I want you back. ******** " You promised me!'' I screamed. "You promised that you wouldn't hurt me, you made the vows that you would stand beside me, Ryan, and what did you do? You broke me into smithereens. I don't want anything to do with you anymore. When I said we were done. I meant it!" Falling in love with him had come in a whirlwind, she couldn't account for how exactly it had happened but what she knew was that she didn't want to let go once she was in. For Ryan, when he made a vow, he had meant it, but nothing had told him about marriage, that it wasn't just a bed of roses, but it had thorns in it as well. When secrets piled up between them and vows broken, they had no choice but to let go of each other, but years later, he wanted her back. Like the air he breathed, he chased after her, but she was gone. Left with the remnants of his actions, he is torn between getting her back and damning all consequences or letting go of her and his children, which would it be?
Rachel used to think that her devotion would win Brian over one day, but she was proven wrong when his true love returned. Rachel had endured it allโfrom standing alone at the altar to dragging herself to the hospital for an emergency treatment. Everyone thought she was crazy to give up so much of herself for someone who didnโt return her feelings. But when Brian received news of Rachelโs terminal illness and realized she didnโt have long to live, he completely broke down. "I forbid you to die!" Rachel just smiled. She no longer needed him. "I will finally be free."
We've been married for three years, but I've never truly had his love. When his childhood sweetheart returned, just as promised, all I was met with were the cold, glaring divorce papers. "If I were carrying our child, would you still choose to divorce?" I asked, holding onto the faintest glimmer of hope, making one last desperate plea. His response, as expected, was just as cold as ever. "Yes." I closed my eyes, choking back tears, and finally chose to let go-to honor his decision. Years later, my heart had turned to ash. Lying in a hospital bed, I trembled as I signed the divorce papers. "Alexander, from this moment on, we owe each other nothing..." What I never saw coming was the ruthless, decisive CEO kneeling at my bedside, his voice hoarse, almost broken, as he pleaded, "Vivienne, don't divorce me... please."