Arabella died at the hands of the Rebels and regressed. So this time, she decided to befriend them. If she become friends, they won't kill her. But. "Can you let me go once it's all over?" He tilted his head slightly as he asked. His eyes, staring blankly, were darkened with an inexplicable thirst. "What should I do? I have no intention of letting you go." ...This, their reactions are somewhat strange. *** Weekly updates on Mondays, Tuesdays, Wednesdays, Thursdays and Fridays. All Rights Reserved Written by Seo Gwijo.

In a world where despair and hope are intertwined, you find yourself at a crossroads, burdened by the painful memory of Aerith's death and the weight of Cloud's perception of you. As you grapple with the loss of love and the birth of being seen as a monster, Cloud soon regains his memory and feels regret for ever seeing you that way. Anos Voldigoad presents you with a perilous opportunity. The deal he offers is steep: to save Cloud and perhaps redeem yourself, you must relinquish everything that once defined your existence-your life, your cherished memories, and the love that once burned brightly in your heart. The task seems insurmountable: retrieve the legendary Infinity Sword, a quest fraught with danger and uncertainty. As the Eyes of Etro draw nearer, signaling your impending doom, the stakes become impossibly high. You must navigate this treacherous path, driven by the faintest glimmer of hope that success might offer solace and redemption. Yet, failure would mean eternal loss, not just for you, but for the world you wish to save. In this dark hour, the choice is yours, and the weight of the world rests upon your shoulders.

"𝚆𝚑𝚊𝚝'𝚜 𝚖𝚎𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎, 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚋𝚎. " sʜᴇ ᴡᴀs ɴᴀɪᴠᴇ ᴡʜᴇɴ sʜᴇ ᴘʀᴏᴘᴏsᴇᴅ ʜᴇʀ ᴄʀᴜsʜ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ʟᴀsᴛ ᴅᴀʏ ᴏғ sᴄʜᴏᴏʟ ᴀɴᴅ ʜᴇ ᴡᴀs ᴀʀʀᴏɢᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ɪɴsᴜʟᴛ ʜᴇʀ ᴀɴᴅ ʙʀᴏᴋᴇ ʜᴇʀ. ʜᴇʀ ʟɪғᴇ ᴄʜᴀɴɢᴇᴅ ғᴏʀ ʙᴇᴛᴛᴇʀ ᴀɴᴅ ʏᴇᴀʀs ʟᴀᴛᴇʀ sʜᴇ ғᴏᴜɴᴅ ʜᴇʀsᴇʟғ ɢᴏɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴀɪsʟᴇ ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ʜᴇ ᴡᴀs ᴛʜᴇ ɢʀᴏᴏᴍ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴏғ ʜɪs ᴡɪʟʟ. 𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚢, "𝙷𝚘𝚘𝚔𝚎𝚍" 𝚝𝚘 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚞𝚕𝚕 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚢 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚓𝚘𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚓𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚗𝚎𝚢 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚠𝚘!

"What happened to you?" "I was just trying to stay afloat." ~~~ Wren lost everything. Including Vi. So for years, all she has done was make sure that she survived.

When she was 14, Dalia was sold to Matteo Martinelli, the former leader of the largest Italian mafia. Flash forward with his son, Vittore Martinelli as the new leader, Dalia is given to him as a birthday present after years in spent in the "safe house". Dalia struggles to fulfill a promise she made and get her old self back as Vittore tries not to fall for the black beauty. Will they go through all the lies, jealousy, betrayal, envy, lust and murder together all in the name of love? Because at the end of it all, she is still Property Of Vittore Martinelli. * * * "Lift your hand," I said looking at how he held onto his bicep with a tight grip. "Let me take a look at the bullet wound." "No tesoro. I can do this myself," Vittore grumbled and I gave him incredulous look. "Don't start that bullshit with me Vittore. Remove your arm and let me help you or..." I trailed off, not able to say more. I was still in shock but I could do this. "Just... just let me help." "No." I glared at Vittore. "Why are you being so damn egotistic?! Let me help you! Do you know what it was like to find you like... and to..." I couldn't even get all the words out. "Let me help you. Please." Begging wasn't something I'd ever do but I just needed him to let me help him. "No-" "Why?!" I suddenly exploded. "Why won't you just let me help you?!" "Because I don't know how to handle it ok?!" Vittore suddenly exploded, his dark eyes glaring at me. "I don't know how to handle these... feelings. Fuck tesoro you drive me crazy! Don't you see that? You make me question everything I've ever known and... I can't..." I watched Vittore as his expression turned determined. "Fuck it." He leaned forward and pressed his lips on mine. * * * WARNING! Mentions of death, torture, gore, abuse and other things related to the mafia.