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She's brutal, but she's sweet. He is insane, but he is so smitten with her. After all the struggles, can the mafias fall in love?
In point of fact, Six Flags was a great deal of fun, but that drop ride stripped me down to only my underwear. I will not tell a fib; I have a fear of heights, yet it is not my fault that I have this fear. After discovering that I had a phobia of the dark, Damian and Zeke coerced me into jumping out of an airplane.
Since then, there has been roughly a week's worth of time, but even during that week, we have received threats from the Italians and lots of them. As soon as they saw the body of Jonathan, they became enraged and began to issue threats.
Since we already had the first two, we have already begun making preparations for the future, which is preferable for us. My dad jumped right in to see what we could do about it, and he's been a big help all along the way. It is simple, but only sometimes; yet, he makes it simpler to do the task in a short amount of time.
"What are you planning to do or have ideas for?" I inquired with my dad. "Well, for a fact, I know there'll be a war between us and the Italians, but only a certain amount is willing to fight us off, which, in all honesty, is weird, but the less, the better."
"When will we go, or when will they come?"
"I sent a message to go see when they'd come, and he would phone me or give me a text message to let me know when they arrived. However, there are still several days until the actual assault, and we are ready for it.
"Right, and Christiano?"
Your brother does not have any input into this matter. It is to continue in that manner." I give him a brief smile and nod before turning around to head out the door. Additionally, Franceska. She is completely unaware of what it is that we do, let alone the assault that is going to take place.
"Tell Bora that she wants him to spend around three days traveling with her somewhere. When she returns after the three days have passed, she will find that everything has returned to its usual state. Make sure that nobody tells her about it. Her father has been quite explicit that he will be the one to tell her what he does and who he is, but until that time comes, she remains in the dark about both of these things. I give a final nod and then leave.
As I make my way upstairs, the first door I knock on is the door to Bora's room. I have no choice but to let her know the plan since I am certain that she will want to come, and even if I tell her categorically not to go, she will be defiant enough to go anyhow.
"What?" She went ahead and opened the door. Her appearance was one of exhaustion and weariness. "Hello to you, too."
"Okay. What are you looking for?" I followed her into the building as she went inside. "You know how we have been getting threats?"
"Yes."
"We are all going to participate besides you."
"The fuck I am," you said. What gives you reason to believe that I won't go and kill them all? It's imperative that I show up, Connor.
"I know, but it's not my choice; it's my dad's."Since Franceska is in the dark about this, he has asked you to ensure that she remains in the dark until her father breaks the news to her.
"What do you mean?"
"Franceska's dad is the Don of the German Mafia, but Franceska doesn't know that, so my dad wants to make sure she doesn't know until her dad tells her."
"And this explains why she left for Germany at seven in the morning." It makes complete sense, but it's alright. I'll just stay away from her. Where are we, then?"
"Another one of our vacation houses is located on the outskirts of the city. You'll be there for three days, but in the meantime, tell her that I've given you both permission to hang around at home for the next three days and do whatever you choose.
"Okay, when are we leaving?"
"I'll let you know when we find out when they'll come and attack."
"Alright, do I go tell her right now or what?"
"If you want, just make sure not to make it suspicious." She gazed at her hands and began to pick at her fingernails as she regarded them.
"What's wrong?"
"Not even that. It's just that I don't want her to know about it. Even though I am aware that her father will inform her, she is still my closest friend.
"Pumpkin, I know, but it's for now until they tell her."
"Fine, I'm going to go tell her." I gave a small nod, and then we both exited the room.
If telling her a lie was the only way to ensure that she was safe from whatever it was, then I had no choice but to do so. Because she is my closest friend, I felt terrible when I had to lie to her.
However, I am obligated to tell her. I have also been making an effort, for the purpose of my own well-being, to avoid looking at Connor, and as a result, I have not been sleeping. I recently had a nightmare, and to tell you the truth, when I used to get them, they would wear me down to the point where I wouldn't eat, but I'm going to act like I'm perfectly well even if I'm not. I finally reached her room and rapped on the door before entering.
"Hey, what happened?"
"Nothing; I need to tell you something."
"Good or bad?"
"Good." She nods, then quickly pushes the door open completely. As soon as I get inside, I make my way to her bedroom. "So, what do you want to talk about?"
"Want to have a girls' day for like three days?"
"Yes! When and where will it be?"
"Well, I haven't figured out what day, but we'll have a sunny day, and Connor is letting me stay at one of these houses he has, and we can stay there and party just me and you."
"Just us?"
"Yes."
"What made you want to have that day?"
Oh, to hell with me. I prayed that she wouldn't ask me what had prompted the sudden desire to take that so-called girl's day off. So, I was prepared for her question. I'm sorry, but I can't offer an explanation for that particular aspect of the situation.
"There is no explanation; I suddenly had the thought right before the deadline. But hey, if Connor lets me use the house, I'll take that as an opportunity to party till the wee hours of the morning and drink all night."
"This is why I love you."
"Okay. I'll send you a text when I have some free time. I get from her bed and walk out the door once she gives me the okay. As I make my way downstairs, I make my way into the kitchen, where I find my brother.
"Hi."
"What's up?"
"I have a query. When is your mother going to get here?"
"In fourteen days with your father. You are aware that you are required to tell them. I let out a sigh as I made my way towards the chair.
What if I don't feel like doing it? Already, my mother is concerned about me. Now, just think what I'm going to say to her."
"I know, but would you rather live with the guilt of not telling them or tell them and have them support you?"
"Fine. I despise it when you prove to be correct. After he left, I looked up and saw Connor enter into the room. "I've been thinking, you know."
"Wow, you think?"
"Extremely amusing, but on a serious note, when exactly will you divulge everything that Jonathan said? From the guys of the Brazilian mafia."
"Do you really want to know?"
"Wait, before anything, you know I still don't forgive you for what you did."
"You're right. Believe me, I am aware that it takes some time to think of something but believe me when I say that the wait will be well worth it.
"So I-" "I still want to know."
"Are you sure?" He exhibited both a nod and a sigh. I reach out and take his hand as we go up the stairs together in the direction of my room since he is the first person I'm going to tell this to.
Because I can put my full faith in him, he is the very first person to whom I have felt no hesitation in disclosing this circumstance. We made it to my room, and once we were there, I opened the door and locked it behind us. I pulled him to my room and made him sit on my bed.
"Okay. Permit me to share the story behind it. Don't make any sounds or utter any words. It is shocking to see how different the two are, yet there is no mistaking who is who. This is one of the reasons why I despise my father, so I hope you enjoy it. I smiled in a mocking manner.
In a world of secrets, a tale unfolds where lies shape destinies. What if one lie changed everything? Dive into a story where truths unravel, and deception reigns. Explore the consequences of a single falsehood in this gripping narrative of deceit and its tangled web.
In the kingdom, a queen's love for another reigns strong. Amidst royal challenges, their bond shines bright. Will their love conquer all or crumble under the crown's weight? Explore this royal tale of love and strength in a kingdom where queens rule hearts.
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COALESCENCE OF THE FIVE SERIES BOOK ONE: THE 5-TIME REJECTED GAMMA & THE LYCAN KING BOOK TWO: THE ROGUES WHO WENT ROGUE BOOK THREE: THE INDOMITABLE HUNTRESS & THE HARDENED DUKE *** BOOK ONE: After being rejected by 5 mates, Gamma Lucianne pleaded with the Moon Goddess to spare her from any further mate-bonds. To her dismay, she is being bonded for the sixth time. What’s worse is that her sixth-chance mate is the most powerful creature ruling over all werewolves and Lycans - the Lycan King himself. She is certain, dead certain, that a rejection would come sooner or later, though she hopes for it to be sooner. King Alexandar was ecstatic to meet his bonded mate, and couldn’t thank their Goddess enough for gifting him someone so perfect. However, he soon realizes that this gift is reluctant to accept him, and more than willing to sever their bond. He tries to connect with her but she seems so far away. He is desperate to get intimate with her but she seems reluctant to open up to him. He tries to tell her that he is willing to commit to her for the rest of his life but she doesn’t seem to believe him. He is pleading for a chance: a chance to get to know her; a chance to show her that he’s different; and a chance to love her. But when not-so-subtle crushes, jealous suitors, self-entitled Queen-wannabes, an old flame, a silent protector and a past wedding engagement threaten to jeopardize their relationship, will Lucianne and Xandar still choose to be together? Is their love strong enough to overcome everything and everyone? Or will Lucianne resort to enduring a sixth rejection from the one person she thought she could entrust her heart with?
For ten years, Daniela showered her ex-husband with unwavering devotion, only to discover she was just his biggest joke. Feeling humiliated yet determined, she finally divorced him. Three months later, Daniela returned in grand style. She was now the hidden CEO of a leading brand, a sought-after designer, and a wealthy mining mogul—her success unveiled at her triumphant comeback. Her ex-husband’s entire family rushed over, desperate to beg for forgiveness and plead for another chance. Yet Daniela, now cherished by the famed Mr. Phillips, regarded them with icy disdain. "I’m out of your league."
For as long as Emily can remember, she has wanted to overcome her shyness and explore her sexuality. Still, everything changes when she receives an invitation to visit one of the town's most prestigious BDSM clubs, DESIRE'S DEN. On the day she chose to peruse the club, she noticed three men, all dressed in suits, standing on the upper level, near the railing. Despite her limited vision, she persisted in fixating on them. Their towering statues belied the toned bodies concealed by their sharply tailored suits-or so she could tell. The hair of two of them was short and dark, and the third had light brown-possibly blond-hair that reached the shoulders. The dark, crimson background incised their figures, exuding an air of mystery and strength. They stood in stark contrast to the unfiltered, primal energy that pulsed through the club. Shocked by the desires these men aroused in her, she was disappointed to learn that they were masters seeking a slave to divide and conquer. She couldn't afford the fee, and she also realized that they were outside her league. Emily hurriedly left the club, feeling disappointed and depressed, unaware that she had also caught the group's attention. A world of wicked pleasure, three handsome men. Over the years, they have lived a life of decadence, their lavish lair serving as a stage for their most sinister desires. But despite the unending parade of willing subjects, one woman sticks out. A mysterious stranger with white porcelain skin and a killer body, a slave, a name with no address, the first lady to attract their eye and they will go to any length to obtain her no matter the consequences.
"Please trust me, I didn't do anything." "I don't believe you. I am rejecting you as my Queen and giving you the punishment of death." Alina was living outside her pack for five years. Her parents didn't try to contact her and always ignored her. Her best friend convinced her to go back to their pack and she agreed. But she had never imagined what was waiting there for her. She never thought she would meet her mate and had to face betrayal from everywhere. She had to pay for the crime which she never committed. Aaron Robertson is the king of Lycans. He is a very dominant and powerful King who not only rules Lycans but also rules other ranks of werewolves. Everyone is afraid of Lycans and he is the king of them. But who knew that he would get a mate who was just a simple Omega with no powers and strengths? He called her weak all the time but Little did he know that his weak Omega would give him the biggest betrayal of his life for which he had to give her the sentence of death.
When Corynn mustered up the courage to tell Elliot about her pregnancy, she unexpectedly found him gallantly helping another woman from his car. Her heart sank as three years of effort to secure his love crumbled before her eyes, compelling her to leave him behind. Three years later, life had taken Corynn down a new path with someone else, while Elliot was left grappling with regret. Seizing a moment of vulnerability, he pleaded, "Corynn, let's get married." Shaking her head with a faint smile, Corynn gently replied, "Sorry, I'm already engaged."
Marriage was a bed of thorns for Stella. She lived like an overworked and unhappy slave for six years in her matrimonial home. One day, her uncaring husband, Waylon said to her, "Ayla will be back soon. You have to move out tomorrow." "I want a divorce," responded Stella. She left without shedding a tear or trying to change Waylon's stone-cold heart. Days after their divorce, they met again. Stella was in the arms of another man. Waylon's blood boiled at the sight of her looking so happy. "So, you couldn't even wait a while before jumping into another man's arms?" he queried distastefully. "And who are you to question my decision? It's my life, so I call the shots. Stay out of my business!" Stella fired at him before turning to look at her new man with shiny eyes. Waylon immediately lost it.