[Completed novella: Imperial Monarchy- starting from chapter 63 where the mafia king ended.] A/N: besties, if u choose to read this story, know that this story is being edited, read at your own risk! I warned you! --------------------------------------- i had to look up at him since he was so close to me. i backed up hitting the wall, his body pressed on mine. "you want to know why i get all worked up when i see other guys around you? do you want to know why i get so angry when you treat other guys so innocently?" i nodded my head he groaned & ran a hand through his hair "you really are clueless aren't you!" when i didn't reply he spoke again "because you make me feel things aurora! i cant control myself! every time i see another guy around you i want to rip them to shreds!" he yelled "why on earth would you feel things?! you don't even like me Leo!" i retorted "I DO!" --------------------------------- an angel meets a devil. They both were so different yet so similar. In the end they both learned the same lesson; that Love is a strength not a weakness. this story is set in a Dystopian era Where Mafias, Gangs & Mobs gained control over everything. They flipped the world upside down creating their own system. the only way to survive is to abide by their rules. Aurora Amherst. a 21 year old girl. Kind, compassionate and has a strange sense of humor. Enjoys hacking for fun. isn't scared to speak her mind. Leonidas Gambino. Leader of the Sicilian Italian Mafia; the strongest mafia on this earth. He is brutal, violent and without an ounce of mercy in his body. He is the description of the devil. He controls everything from the down low. what happens when she hacks into his Mafia's system "accidently"? This is their story. ~TW: contains dumbass M.C Very toxic, bipolar but hot love interest lastly, fights with google translate Note: there's no smutt (this story is PG)

Seeing her again, the only person in the entire world who could resist his mind reading, brought back his old memories. The ones he lost after the last time he saw her when the great house of Lance so hateful and loyal to the devil himself erased his memories of her. When Maverick lost those memories his world began to spin and shake, it never stopped spinning, but he saw those seducing emerald eyes and the darkest red lips and his world became clear, "Adira Lance" a grin came to his face, "You're still wearing that ring I gave you years ago" he teased her, even though he should've been the one embarrassed with his prurient thoughts. Though it was rare to ever see a Clozran blush it was even more rare to see Adira Lance blush at the sound of anyone's voice. The great devil princess had finally cracked.

❝I came into this world kicking and screaming while covered in someone else's blood, I have no problem with going out the same way.❞ ivarhoegh © 2017 BOOK ONE OF THE WRATH SERIES. contains mature & violent content as well as foul language

"I never wanted this!" I scream, tears streaming down my eyes. He kisses my neck, muttering sweet things to me, but I ignore him. "I wanted to live a normal life. But no, guess what, I had to be the mate of the freaking vampire prince! Yay!" His body tenses behind me, and I realize what I said. I turn back to apologize, to tell him that's not what I meant, but he stops me. "If that's how you feel." He whispers, walking away before I can blink. - Sadistic: that's what everyone thinks of Ava. She enjoys watching people suffer. The way the squirm and beg for mercy, it probably turns her on. Though, what happens when she has to save lives, not take them away? It's not saving lives like Superman does, it's way more intense. Did she see that coming? No. Does life care? Not at all. In fact, it's throwing her in front of a bus (literally). One secret demands poor Ava to bend all of her morals, and change herself completely. Forever's going to take longer than expected. Warning: Cursing is frequent.

Wolf Duology Book One I've been rejected, hated, and abused ever since I could remember; but never once loved. I live in constant fear of what the next day will bring but chances are I might not be alive to see the sun's rising or experience another morning's cold breeze. If I don't die from the constant beatings, I'm just as sure I'll die from the rejection and humiliation I receive everyday; that unlike them the beatings cause emotional damage too. I'm okay with dying, in fact I welcome the idea, if it wasn't for my wolf or my precious little miracle, I wouldn't be here today. I'm broken in every way possible including my heart, it's as damaged as me and the only who can repair me is my mate but even the idea of having a mate and what he'll bring to my life scares me. Love? Rejection? Hope? Only time will tell and let's just hope it's not to late for me. Copyright © 2024 Aswan Rush All rights reserved ®

If you can see them, then you're already dead. If you can hear them, then you're not far from it. If you can smell them, like the forest they live in, then avoid danger at all conceivable costs. Because they're the monsters in the shadows of Harvey Hill's forests, and their king needs his queen.