Hello everyone I'm back and I'm planning to rewrite this book.😜 They buried a child they were told never lived. Years later, a little girl with silver hair, mismatched eyes, and scars no two-year-old should have walks into their world-unnamed, unclaimed, and afraid. The López family doesn't know who she is. But someone does. And they never wanted her found. She didn't die. She was erased

𝘴𝘩𝘦'𝘴 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘳𝘶𝘯𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 '𝘊𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘥𝘢𝘥𝘥𝘺 𝘥𝘪𝘥𝘯'𝘵 𝘨𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘦𝘯𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 -> Siblings Fic.

Gabriella Bianchi is a girl who was taken away from her five brothers, mom and dad at the young age of five. Now, nine years later, she is living with her abusive foster dad who has traumatised the girl for an entire year. And yet, there's a chance for her life to return to the way she wants. She continues to thrive, continues to love, continues to hope, and finally she's rewarded. The Bianchi brothers and their dad have missed their bambina more than possible to imagine. For them, the mafia meant nothing, as all they wanted was to have their little girl safely back in their arms. Cold, cruel and harsh, the brothers changed a lot after their sister's disappearance. Heartbroken, devastated and angered, Roman Bianchi can't help but mourn for his daughter who he misses more than life itself. So what happens when they have the chance to change once again? And for the better this time? After an unlikely reunion with a member of her past life, Gabby is more than thrilled to once again have a chance at living her old life. A life she loved. But that doesn't mean she's unable to get rid of her demons. With the abuse still terrorising her, and secrets between her brothers that could change their lives forever, what happens when Gabby begins to bond with her family again? Will she still love them? Will she be able to battle her demons? Will her brothers and dad welcome her into their dangerous job? Will Gabby ever discover their secrets? Will she finally be happy? (Started on October 18th) PREV: reunited COVER: @mintandroses- ©elinched12

Saudade- a nostalgic longing to be near again to something or someone that is distant, or has been loved, then lost; "the love that remains" Marlowe Wanless, just 11-years-old has spent the better part of her life that she can remember in the house of her abusive and drug addicted stepfather. After he has been arrested for possession of illicit substances, Marlowe's custody has been shifted to her 7 terrifying older brothers who are surrounded by rumors regarding their line of work. The Valente's now juggle healing a mentally destroyed child while simultaneously sheltering her from lurking rival business' that will stop at nothing to harm the littlest Valente. Have the rival businesses just brought more danger then her stepfather? Who can be trusted? Or the bigger question, who can't?

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Mia Rossi grew up believing her protective older brother, Luciano, was simply family - the one person she could always cling to when the world scared her. But the truth shatters everything: Luciano isn't her brother. He's her biological father. The revelation pulls Mia into a world she was never meant to see - a world of mafia threats, hidden loyalties, and a love so fierce it terrifies her. At twelve years old, during the darkest night of her young life, Mia curls trembling against her mama's bare chest, skin-to-skin, while danger circles outside their home. Her fists clench. Her breath stutters. "Mama... don't let anyone take you... or Papa... away from me." And her parents hold her close - because in a life ruled by blood and violence, Mia is the one thing they will protect at any cost.

Follow along as six brothers find out their mother, who ran away in the dead of night 15 years ago, was pregnant and hid their sister from them. The brothers may save Alicia, but in doing so, they are also risking her life by introducing her as the mafia princess. Any similarities to other stories are unintentional. The general theme of mafia siblings is pretty common, so I am adding some parts to make it more unique. I hope you enjoy it! 9/19/25 - #15 of "mafia" 9/7/25 - #20 of "mafiaprincess" 8/24/25 - #2 of "americanmafia" 8/20/25 - #9 of "longlostsister" 8/3/25 - #26 of "littlesister" 7/29/25 - #8 of "olderbrother"

"I'm not a baby Enzo!" "It doesn't matter, you'll always be my baby" -------------------------------------------- Raising a toddler isn't easy but it is with the help of 4 brothers. •A C H I E V E M E N T S• #6 in toddler. #3 in brothers and sisters. #1 in cute #1 in baby #5 in family #5 in baby sister #1 in younger sister #2 in young #3 in toddler. #3 in young #1 in young

"No-please-don't do this!" Seraphina sobbed, her voice cracking as she clung to her eldest brother's wrist. "I-I'll be good. I'll do whatever you say, just don't-" A sharp crack echoed through the room as his palm struck her cheek, sending her crashing to the marble floor. Pain exploded across her skin, but it was nothing compared to the terror clawing at her chest. From above, his voice was cold. Unmoved. "You will marry him." She shook her head wildly, crawling backward until her spine hit the wall. "He's a monster," she whispered, her breath shuddering. "He's not human. Please, don't make me do this. I'll die." Her second brother crouched in front of her, grabbing her chin roughly, forcing her to look at him. His lips curled, eyes void of warmth. "Then die." Her breath hitched. "But you will die as his wife." The door behind them creaked open. Heavy footsteps. Her father stepped inside, his expression unreadable. "Lock her in this room," he ordered. "She will not step out until her wedding day." Sera thrashed as hands seized her, dragging her toward the massive iron doors. "No! Please-Father, please!" But he didn't even look at her. The last thing she saw before the door slammed shut was her brothers standing side by side, indifferent as she was thrown into a fate worse than death. Then darkness. And the only thing left was the suffocating truth. She was a sacrifice. A bride to the Sinister, a devil himself. #A STANDALONE BOOK

"Noooo" I cried as I desperately prayed to be anywhere else but here. I struggled in the painful grip, my face was yanked upward forcefully through my hair. 
There were those eyes, the eyes that watched me live in hell every single second, the eyes that smiled at my pain and misery, the eyes of the monster I ran away from. 
"Long time no see, little snow." 
My heart dropped in terror as I stared into the familiar face that haunted my nightmares. SHATTERED REPUBLISHING ❤️