No one knows her name. No one dares ask. They only speak of the eyes-two different colors, rare and chilling. A mark of death. Of vengeance. A whisper in the underworld: "She doesn't miss. She doesn't hesitate. She doesn't feel." She walks alone through Moscow's back alleys, blood on her boots, the faintest scent of smoke trailing her long black coat. She'd slit a man's throat two minutes ago. Didn't blink. Didn't speak. Just turned and vanished. She's nineteen. But the world thinks she's a myth. And maybe she is. Maybe something broke inside her when she was five years old. When the Russians took her. When they burned her home into memory and carved out the little girl who used to sing lullabies on her grandfather's lap. Now? Now she dreams in flashes. A golden sun. A woman's perfume. Laughter in Italian. Five shadows taller than her, arms wide open. Names, always at the edge of her tongue-but never there. She remembers their faces. And she remembers the man who stole her life. Viktor Ovalov. The Russian leader. The man who turned her into a weapon. He doesn't know she's coming. But she'll show him. She'll make him bleed for every scar he left on her skin. For every scream he buried in her throat. She presses a gloved hand to the glass window of an abandoned apartment. Her reflection stares back-impossibly beautiful, heartbreakingly cold. Eyes covered with dull brown lenses. She's ashamed of what makes her different. Even now, she hides the heterochromia behind colored contacts. Just one more mask to wear. But behind those eyes, behind the silence-she remembers. This isn't a story of sunshine and fairytales. Not a story where she just 'heals' and gets her sunshine personality back. No this is a story where she learns to live again and not just exist or survive. This isn't about healing, it's about living again, revenge and living through your pain. Tw:bittersweet ending Pictures are not mine. So the credit goes to their respective owners.

Ten years ago... A sixteen-year-old girl stood at the gates of her home with tears in her eyes. She waited. Just once. For someone to stop her. For someone to say, "Stay." Nobody did. So she left. The daughter they misunderstood. The sister they stopped trusting. The girl whose silence was mistaken for guilt. Only her grandparents stood beside her. Only they knew how many nights she cried herself to sleep. Only they knew how hard she worked to rebuild a life far away from the people she once loved the most. Ten years later... The same girl returns. Not because she forgave. Not because she forgot. Not because she needed them. She returned for one reason only. Her eldest brother's wedding. The Suryavanshi Mansion was glowing with lights. Music echoed through every corner. Guests laughed. Families celebrated. Nobody noticed the luxury car stopping outside. Nobody expected her. And nobody was prepared for the woman who stepped out. Dr. Shivangi Suryavanshi. Twenty-seven years old. A world-renowned heart surgeon. Owner of multiple hospitals. A woman respected by thousands. A woman known by the world. Yet completely unknown to her own family. For a moment... Time stopped. Because standing before them wasn't the girl who left. The girl who used to follow her brothers around. The girl who laughed the loudest. The girl who loved her family with her whole heart. She was gone. This Shivangi stood tall. Calm. Elegant. Unreachable. The same eyes. The same face. But none of the warmth. Then her gaze found her eldest brother. The brother whose wedding had brought her home. For a second, memories flashed between them.

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.

Ten years ago, Eliana was judged, condemned, and exiled by her own blood. Accused of attempting to murder her perfect identical twin sister, Rosalie, she was dumped at the St. Jude Academy-a brutal, highly classified boarding school designed to strip away human emotion and build elite lethal assets. To the world, she became Subject 417. The Regina. Now, at fifteen, the contract is fulfilled. Eliana is suddenly summoned back to the sprawling, hyper-secured estate of her biological family. Her cold parents and five older brothers expect a broken, guilty girl desperate for their forgiveness. They plan to force her into high society at the prestigious St. Augustine's Private Academy, using her as a quiet chess piece to maintain their public perfection. But behind the expensive suits, heavy security, and perfect smiles, her family is hiding a dark secret: they run a powerful, ruthless mafia syndicate. They think they've brought back a compliant teenager they can control. They have no idea that Eliana doesn't feel fear, doesn't feel guilt, and views their entire household as a hostile threat matrix. With her brilliant tech-specialist best friend, Isabella, operating as her secret eye in the sky, Eliana begins a silent, slow-burn psychological war against her hostile brothers and her deeply manipulative twin. They loathe her presence. They challenge her boundaries. But they are about to learn the hard way that you should never let a monster back into the house.

Two children. A family that never knew they existed. For sixteen years, the Moretti empire stood unshaken-powerful, feared, untouchable. Until the past returned. Aria and Alexander were never meant to come back. Hidden away for their own survival, raised far from the world that was always theirs. But blood doesn't forget. Now they stand at the doors of a family built on control, silence, and secrets- a father who never searched, brothers who never knew, and a past that was never truly buried. In a house where loyalty is everything and emotions are weakness, their return doesn't just change the family- it threatens to break it. Some families are built on blood. The Morettis are built on silence. Because blood doesn't guarantee belonging, and family isn't built without resistance. The question is- when everything begins with conflict, will they ever become one? Two worlds. One bloodline. No guarantee of belonging. Blood doesn't choose the road-but it remembers where it started.

"I have nothing to lose. Death? It doesn't scare me." Living under a mask of innocence, she's the perfect agent. Cold, calculated, and ready to retire after one last mission. Her escape from the life of violence is almost in reach, but fate seems to have other plans. When her mission takes an unexpected turn, she finds herself tangled in a web of danger and intrigue, crossing paths with people she never thought existed and a man with power, danger, and ties to a notorious mafia. Now, nothing is as it seems. One final choice could change her life forever. But will she survive the consequences?

--- 🌙 Isha: The Hidden Girl By Raipayal Isha is the kind of girl who slips through crowds unnoticed - quiet, soft-spoken, and always sitting in the corners of rooms she never truly belongs in. Hidden behind her smile is a storm of thoughts no one hears. Dressed in tradition and raised in silence, she's been taught that good girls don't speak too much, don't dream too loud, and never ask why. But Isha carries a secret - one that aches to be heard, one that could change everything. In a world that misunderstands silence, will Isha find her voice before it's too late? This is a story of unspoken pain, quiet strength, and a girl learning to be seen.

Copyright © 2024 by xphoenixo BEAUTIFULLY DESTROYED ELIXIR SERIES | BOOK 1 ××× Everything around her was chaotic. Lights were flickering on and off, casting wild shadows across the room. Sparks flew from broken wires, and the stench of burning plastic filled the air. But through it all, she heard the sound of slow footsteps approaching her. A pair of black boots stepped into her blurry line of vision. She tried to lift her head, but it felt like it weighed a ton. All she could do was lie there, soaked and shaking, staring up at the figure that loomed over her. He crouched down, his cold dark eyes gleaming with a twisted kind of pride. The one who smiled when she screamed. "Finally," he whispered, his voice smooth and calm, like he was congratulating her on passing a test. "My beautiful creation... ready to take on the world." Evelyn's heart pounded in her chest. She wanted to move, to fight, but she was too weak. The power that had burst out of her was gone, leaving her empty and drained. All she could do was glare up at him, her vision fading as exhaustion swallowed her whole. The last thing she saw before the darkness took her was his cruel smile, and she knew - this was far from over. He had won this time. But deep inside her, there was still a spark. And one day, that spark would become a fire that would burn him and all the monsters like him to ash. But for now, all she could do was survive. And wait. Because she has nothing to lose but him?

•[COMPLETED]• Leah Stevenson is her name. She lives a happy life unbeknownst of the things that had happened at the time of her birth. 16 years later, she is still unaware of a lot of things. What happens when these things unexpectedly pop up out of nowhere? Will she be able to handle it? ********* The Kingston family has gone through a lot. More than anyone can imagine. They have lost a lot of things, some they are aware of, some they aren't. Rowan Kingston has made it his life's mission to restore his family's peace and get back what's lost even if it means they have to kick and kill some ass. So..will he and his family get back everything? Even something they didn't know they lost? And if they do, will they be able to handle it? _____________________________ Give it a read guys! I promise you'll like it :) Despite what the description portrays the book is filled with humour and fun! *This is a mafia family/ older brothers story*

Eleanor De Costa. The Princess of the Italian Mafia kept far away from her empire for a decade, being thrown on a boarding school for the rich and elite since she was just an 8 year old little sweetheart. Separated from her older brothers, cousins, uncles, aunts, and grandparents with no contact. Now that she has graduated as valedictorian, she's ready to go back home. However as she steps back into her childhood walls, greets the faces of whom abandoned her at such a young age, Eleanor can't help but feel angry. Revenger starts becoming a craving as needed as air. But as she strives to hunt and harm, ignoring the battle wounds reopening, she starts to ask questions, questions that challenge the morals she built her mental wall around. When do the consequences outweigh the prizes? When does the heart finally speak against the mind? When is it enough? _____ "The hollow hole in your soul that just for some reason keeps on growing. The loneliness slowly overcoming you. Slow enough for lack of realization yet sure enough to surely over rule you're senses one day. The kind that only family would ever dare leave in their absence." "I have my friends to fill that hole." "You can't heal a bullet wound with a bandage."