Teenage years are supposed to be the best time of your life. Have fun, break the rules, fall in love, just living your life to the fullest. Your last chance of being carefree before adulthood, a time period where your greatest worry is school. That's how it is for everyone, right? Wrong. Athena does not live her life to the fullest and she is certainly not problem free. Being on the run after she escaped her orphanage, she has to survive while being responsible for the life of her little brother, Noah. If only her eighteenth birthday could come faster. That's when she'll be able to live a normal life. Until then she is left alone to take care of herself. Or maybe not. Athena has brothers. Five of them. She hasn't lived her whole life in an orphanage and she wasn't left there by her parents. She was taken, abducted. What happens when the siblings finally reunite? ----------- There are hundreds of mafia stories on wattpad, I'm gonna try and make this one as original as I can but I don't make any promises. Trigger warning: guns, death, torture, panic attacks, anxiety attacks

Georgina "Gina" Hayes appears to have everything-looks, wealth, and the popularity that comes with it. Yet behind her flawless facade lies a struggle with depression, bulimia, and a persistent sense of emptiness that she tries to numb with cigarettes, pills, and the thrill of late-night parties. Surrounded by shallow friendships and high expectations, Gina feels like nothing more than a pretty face used for her status. But when her dealer, Cato Anderson, begins to see the truth beneath her surface, everything changes. tw: bulimia, mature content, drugs, alcohol, self harm, and smoking.

Two sisters..twins. One kidnapped and one forgotten

*new cover* I'm living in a house made of glass. I'm scared to move, to breathe, to think. I'm afraid. Any wrong move and I get yelled at, a broken rule and I get beat up...he's not even my father and I'm stuck in his own fucked up version of reality. My own mother is the reason he has me, the reason my family lost me. A broken, lost mafia princess living in the wrong story, taken from the right one. I've been in foster care all my life, until them...my brothers. I am saved by them when my shattered heart was about to turn into stone and when my cries would become echoes in the walls of the prison I was bestowed upon. I was months old when I was stolen from my family. 17 years had to go by for them to finally find me. My dad, my four older brothers..one of which I'll soon discover is my twin. My missing half. Will they be able to mend my shattered soul or will I remain broken and alone? TW: rape, abuse, assault, attempted suicide, strong language - Warning: contains teenage pregnancy SHE DOES KEEP THE BABY STOP SNAPPING AT ME DAMMIT...respectfully <3 *Edited*...sort of

•Sequel to Contrasting Similarities. Cannot be read as a standalone• 'And if I'm not around, put your hand on your chest and feel the beat. My heart will be there, beating inside you, providing comfort in the form of a heartbeat.' The big heart left, but its love lingered. Basking in the warmth of its memories, the little hearts have survived each cruel day hoping to find some sort of hope and a source of happiness. Amira Levi Verlice was not very fond of the turn life took nor was she prepared for getting all the control she had on her life, ripped off from her. Suffering from Schizophrenia and dealing with the memories of her haunting past, she tries to hold onto that little thread of hope that seems too close yet so unreachable. The happiness she was looking for came in the form of five more siblings. Desperate to snatch back all she was ripped of, she starts finding the love, comfort and care in her new family. Little does she know, the hearts she was leaning on for support had a wounded side to them; a side they were trying hard to hide from the little hearts. As the curtain hiding their hearts is unveiled, the secrets from their past come forth into the light, bringing with them the buried trauma that the siblings were desperately trying to forget. Follow along the journey of the Mazzanti siblings as they go through each day desperate to make it better for each other, accepting the changes and dealing with the revealed secrets. Warning: Mentions of Schizophrenia, Physical and Sexual abuse, Self-harm and Violence.

How can people be so similar yet so different? How can situations be strange yet so familiar? Twins Amira and Aurora were put under the custody of their mother when they were five. So much has happened since then. But what was the worst was the loss they've experienced. The sadness one of them has felt and the pain she has endured. They live for each other. They have their contrasts and their similarities. But one thing for sure is common. Priorities. The first priority is their other half. Their twin. But what happens when the situation leads them back to their brothers who were left in their biological father's custody? What happens when they finally receive the sibling love they couldn't give each other yet they both craved? What happens when they are forced to escape their own bubbles and experience what true care and affection is? And along the way, they discover the contrasting similarities, that help them heal and discover a different kind of love yet so similar. TW: Mentions of Abuse, Death and Schizophrenia.

"Are you the only family of Hallie?" The doctor asked him. "Y-yes." He sighed pushing his sweaty hair behind with his tired bloody fingers. "Who are you, may I ask? Her brother?" The doctor asked lowly, his white hair and thick moustache making Bradley sweat. "No. I'm her father." He simply replied. "You seem young. Where is the mother?" The old doctor asked slightly disgusted by Bradley. "Dead." He sniffed. His head started to spin. The doctor was asking too many questions. "I'm sorry to hear that." The doctor cleared his throat mentally slapping himself for asking such a grim question. This made it harder for him to tell this 22 year old boy. "Your daughter has stomach cancer. Last stage." He said softly. His stomach doing back flips looking at Bradley's face fall. "How long does she have doctor?" Bradley shook his head locking his hands above it. "She is dying Bradley. She has about three days to live." Just three days to live. ©Copyrights Reserved.

Their favourite cocktail? One part betrayal mixed with bloodshed, One part secrets, half-part death with a splash of love....on rocks. "My Sisters want a battle? I'll give them war" 1 brother. "Men fight wars, littlest sister, women win them" "I mean that's a bit sexist but I want him down" 6 Sisters. "I have met a lot of people, you don't particularly stand out" "Funny, we kind of live under the same roof" Broken people who hide it excellently, taught not to love, not to care, life has always been that, and more power is what they want. At no matter what cost. Throw in life-changing family secrets, one year to live, another love, 2 heartbreaks, and a whole entire mafia war, Serafina's not sure how the last few months will go, especially since neither want to back down. "Sometimes who you are siding against is more important than who you are siding with" Because a war is brewing both mentally and physically, and only one can win.