"...Is she feverish?" Harlow asked flatly. "I'm not feverish." I snapped. "You're babbling about falling out of the sky and magical doors," Harlow countered. "And your pupils are unfocused." "They are not unfocused!" Beladora stepped closer and cupped my cheeks, turning my face toward the light. "Oh, sweetheart... your eyes are a little glassy." I pulled my face back, groaning. "I'm not sick!" Harlow folder her arms. "Bel, get the thermometer." My jaw dropped. "Absolutely not." Beladora smiled warmly. Too warmly. "Absolutely yes." Harlow lifted me from the chair with one arm, like I weighed the same as a scarf and deposited me on her hip. (Picture from pinterst: @esterscanon)

She's Harley han Devlin she has her beauty she's intelligent she's brutal she's cold she's merciless she hated weaks While She's Nisha Han Diabluxe she's silent she's weak she's kind she's softhearted tingnan natin ang buhay na haharapin ni harley o magiging si nisha To be Continued:

After 10,000 years perfecting a single pill, Bai Fanxian emerges from seclusion to find the world has moved on without her. Cultivation is now rare and weak, True Alchemy have faded into legend, and the modern world has no idea what masters of the past could achieve. Armed with ancient mastery and unmatched power, she'll remind everyone why "Alchemy Empress" was once the most revered title in the cultivation world. ---------------------------------------------------------------- You can read 30+ more chapters on Patreon! Rate/Review if you're enjoying the story Patreon: patreon.com/LittleKnight (Link also in my profile)

Death is my name and Death can be my game. Deathalè at your service.

Suzerain Rosales spent her life avoiding even the tiniest wound-because with her rare blood disorder, one cut could mean death. She lived carefully, never letting herself bleed. But the night she found a man, bleeding, broken, unconscious in the trash, and chose to save him, everything she'd tried to escape came rushing in. Violence. Danger. Trouble. Blood. The man she saved was an Italian mafia boss. And from that moment on, her life began to soak in blood in his hands. Since then, she hasn't stopped bleeding. But she has to, because of him. . . Vlodemir, who she would die for. . . . Mature Content Warning: R18+

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You can read this as a standalone story! Sartori #2 "I abused Diablos..." Diablos, the third-born boss of the Sartorian Mafia, was a man who could not be tamed due to his uncontrollable anger. He had to drink the bitter medicines prescribed by the family doctor to keep himself restrained. Never did he imagine that he would taste the sweetest sensation from a woman's skin, far better than bitterness. That taste became the only thing that kept him under control during his fits of rage. But because of his obsession with it, his kindness was abused. . . . Mature Content Warning: R18+

Damien Sartori, a ruthless mafia boss, finds an escape from his vices in an unexpected savior: Saoirse. Discovering that only her presence can calm his violent temper, he drags her into his dark world, making her the one thing he refuses to lose. *** Damien Sartori, the youngest boss of the Sartorian Mafia, is consumed by violence and a heavy drug dependency, relying on vices to keep his lethal rage under control. Everything changes when he meets Saoirse, a woman whose natural scent calms him in ways no substance ever could. Drawn to the only peace he has ever known, Damien pulls her into his dangerous world with a ruthless demand: she must bear his heir. But even as he binds her closer, Saoirse begins slipping through his control. When everything he thought he could hold starts to fracture, is their connection enough to keep her bound to him?

(The Reapers Series #1) A troublemaker who wants to get the attention of her brothers. After making another trouble from her previous school, she was sent to a new school which she didn't expect what awaits her inside. A mysterious school that she couldn't ran away from. The name is Snow White but I'm not a princess. Neither I have poisoned apples, but I have poisoned knives and bullets. W A R N I N G : This is NOT a fairytale.