1st rank #readthisstory (6th August, 2025) 1st rank #readthisstory (15th August, 2025) Again 1st rank #readthisstory (4th, 11th February, 2026) Again 2nd rank #mafiasibling (11th February, 2026) "The Girl the Wolves Forgot" She was born into power. Stolen into darkness. Raised in hell. Elettra doesn't remember the empire that bled for her birth. She only knows pain-served daily in bruises and silence by the two addicts who claim to be her parents. Every morning starts with blood, every night ends with screams. School is no better. Mocked. Ignored. Invisible. But Elettra isn't weak. She's surviving. Counting down the days until she turns eighteen and escapes the nightmare. What she doesn't know is that eight wolves-eight ruthless, powerful brothers-are still searching for the sister they lost seventeen years ago. And her time in the shadows is running out. Because blood remembers. And when it calls... The underworld will burn to bring her home.

"Stop," the beast growled in my ear. The sound vibrated through my entire body. I froze for a heartbeat from pure shock. He lowered his head beside mine, breath warm against my neck. His voice was low, dangerous... fraying at the edges. "Aurora," he said, "if you run from me again, I will chase you. And I will catch you. His hold tightened as if proving the point. "I will always catch you." Tears spilled down my cheeks. "You're scaring me," I whispered, voice shaking. His breath hitched-barely, but enough that I felt it. For a moment, just a moment, the iron in his grip softened. His hand slid from my waist to my wrist, holding firm but no longer crushing. Then his other arm locked around my upper body, strong enough that escape was impossible. "Aurora," he said, his voice rough, "you cannot run from a bond like this." I shook my head violently. "I'm human! I'm not meant for- for you!" His chest rumbled behind me, a low, frustrated sound. "You are meant for me," he said, lips brushing the shell of my ear. "Fate does not make mistakes." Aurora Hayes, a human girl from a village called Eldermist, a remote settlement tucked beside the enchanted Blackpine Forest. Her people had lived in fear for generations fearing the Beast said to roam the woods. On one night Aurora ventures out into the woods and comes face to face with the beast her village fears. Roman the ruthless Lycan King instantly recognizes Aurora as his mate and takes her to his pack. Roman will stop at nothing to claim the woman destiny has chosen for him.But Aurora is human. She's fragile and Untouched by the brutal world of Lycans and vampires.

"Don't get close to your brothers, you will only get hurt if you do. They are devil incarnates, Willow, pure evil, they do not deserve a pure soul like you." She placed her hand on top of Willow's hand, squeezing it gently. "Willow...they will kill you one day when they have enough of playing family with you. You understand how serious it is?" Willow stared at her in silence for few seconds, and then she blinked and removed her hand gently from her grasp. "What do you think I should do?" The woman gave the answer immediately. "Run away. Escape, go far from them, where they will never catch you." Willow breathed out first and answered tiredly but brusquely. "It means I will have to choose death then."

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She survived captivity. She survived torture. She survived things no child should ever endure. But nothing prepared her for discovering that being forgotten hurts less than being second choice.

For over a century, the Valenti Mafia has produced only sons. Generation after generation, the powerful family expanded its empire through ruthless leaders, feared heirs, and dangerous men whose names alone commanded respect throughout the underworld. Then, after decades of waiting, a daughter was finally born. Aria Valenti. The youngest child of the Valenti family and the only girl among eight older brothers. To the outside world, she is the family's greatest treasure. To Aria, she is simply a frightened eleven-year-old girl living in a mansion full of men she barely knows. Her brothers are feared throughout the country-mafia bosses, strategists, enforcers, and heirs to a criminal empire. They are not warm. They are not gentle. They do not know how to comfort a child. And Aria is terrified of every single one of them. Having spent most of her life surrounded by nannies, tutors, and distant relatives while her brothers managed the family empire, Aria has grown up believing she is little more than an obligation. She keeps to herself, never asks for anything, and tries her best not to be a burden. But when a small accident reveals just how isolated and vulnerable she truly is, her brothers begin to notice the little sister they have overlooked for years. What starts as concern soon becomes something far more dangerous. Because someone is watching Aria. Someone inside the mafia world is searching for her. And buried within the Valenti family's history lies a secret connected to the last daughter of the bloodline-a secret powerful enough to threaten the empire itself. As enemies close in and old family secrets come to light, Aria finds herself caught between fear and trust, surrounded by eight intimidating brothers who may not know how to express affection-but who would destroy anyone who dares to hurt the only daughter of House Valenti. In a family built on power, loyalty, and blood, one small girl may become the most important Valenti of them all.

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A kind kindergarten assistant saves a little kid and winds up in avatar.

Ever since she's been a child, Leila Rossetti's sole ambition has been to seize control of The Cosa Nostra and avenge the childhood she lost by the claws her father, The Don. When she inadvertently declares war on the Russians, who have long held a vice grip on the underground, her plans go right in the trash giving way to a far more dangerous threat. Yet the overconfidence of the Italian assassin is nothing more than a source of amusement to Nikolai Romanov, king of The Bratva. Known for his ruthlessness and absolute control over Russia, he views Leila's reckless move as merely an entertaining spectacle, like a predator who only toys with its prey before devouring it. So what happens when The Pakhan finally decides to strike his prey? ________________________ His thumb traced the sensitive skin of my wrist, a slow rhythm that felt like he was counting my heartbeats. Then he leaned in, his lips hovering near my ear, not touching, yet the heat was enough to sear. "You're so beautiful. Even when you lie to me." I rolled my eyes, tilting my head back against his shoulder just to show him I wasn't afraid of the proximity, even while my skin screamed at the contact. "And you're still an arrogant bastard who thinks he can keep a throne just by sitting on it." "I don't just sit on it, milaya. I bleed for it. And occasionally, I make sure others bleed a little more." The vibration of his throaty chuckle sent shivers down my spine. "Now, tell me another lie. I want to see if you can make your heart rate match your tongue."