My father missed twenty-four of my birthdays. Then he mailed me an apology and a cursed thing. It looks like a Magic 8 Ball. It isn't. There's no seam in it. The die inside has too many faces. And the instruction slip folded under the packing straw says it does not predict the future - it decides it. ⚫ Twenty answers. No more, no less. ⚫ One question each, at the hour you were born. ⚫ Every answer must be paid for. My assistant asked it one careless question on a Thursday evening. By Friday he was in a coma, and the little window read: IT IS ALREADY DONE. My father worked out how it collects. It isn't money. It isn't years. It reaches down the shortest line between you and whatever would hurt most - and takes that. Which makes a lonely person almost safe. And me? I have a friend in a hospital bed, a father I haven't forgiven, and a man down at the harbor I've never once let myself want out loud. I'm a very good battery. There are nineteen marks cut around its shell. Two answers have been spent and the number hasn't moved. It isn't counting what it's given. It's counting what it's owed. ⚠️ Slow-burn horror romance. Updates daily. ⚠️ CW: grief, hospitals, parental death, brief body horror.

The first thing you learn about the dark is that it's empty. The second thing you learn is that it's lying. In the old kingdoms, children are taught to fear beasts, warlords, the things that howl beyond the walls. Smart men fear the quiet. Because quiet means the night has already chosen its king, and he is walking. They call him Drakus Shadowborne, the Umbral Sovereign. Not a man. Not a myth. A verdict. Bandit lords slit their own throats when his name crosses the border. Necromancers burn their books and pray to gods they don't believe in. Why? Because Drakus Shadowborne doesn't hunt. He is the dark behind you. You've been haunted since birth. You just met him now. He was not forged in light and made to fall. He crawled out of the dark already broken, and decided to make it mean something. The scales he wears were not granted by any god. He grew them. Each one a scar, each one a night he chose to bleed for someone weaker. The mask is not for anonymity. It's because mortals break looking at what guilt made. Red eyes do not glow with borrowed power. They are the reflection of every fire he's walked through to drag a child out the other side. The guilty call him the end. The innocent call him Uncle Dusk, and leave black feathers on their doorsteps. No one touches those houses. Ever. To his enemies, Drakus Shadowborne means one thing: dusk is all the mercy you get. He does not offer trial. He does not offer chains. He offers the choice to stop breathing before Nightfall - his sword - drinks. And Nightfall is always thirsty. Its edge whispers "Ego Sum Finis". I Am The End. Kings have emptied their treasuries to hire armies against him. The armies take the gold, then use it to buy graves in advance. Because the Sovereign does not wage war. He collects. And the night's kingdom is already his.

I am trained to heal, but he is born to kill. To the rest of the world, I am just an innocent medical school student. But my eyes don't crave the sterile white lights of the hospital; they crave him. He is the iron-fisted underboss of the syndicate. Dangerous. Lethal. Cruel. Everything a good girl should fear, yet his cold-blooded nature draws me in like a moth to a flame. I fell first, helpless against the gravity of a man who looks at the world and sees targets. To him, I am nothing but a naive distraction. He ignores my glances and dismisses my presence, treating my infatuation like a child's game. He thinks the gap between our ages and our worlds is too wide to cross.

[COMPLETE][EDITING] Ace Hernandez, the Mafia King, known as the Devil. Sofia Diaz, known as an angel. The two are arranged to be married, forced by their fathers, joining the two Mafia's. But Sofia eventually learns, even the devil was once an angel. Cover by @alluringathena *This book is more of a romance book than Mafia book and I hope you enjoyyy*

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Aurora Fletcher thought she had seen it all. As a psychiatric nurse, she's spent years helping people navigate trauma, addiction, grief, and the darkest moments of their lives. Then David Blackwell is admitted to her unit under a fake name. A man haunted by nightmares he refuses to talk about and a past he can't escape. Aurora knows he's hiding something. What she doesn't know is that David Blackwell is one of the most powerful and feared men in the city-and four years ago, he lost everything when his three-year-old daughter, Dove, was killed. Now he's left carrying a grief that never healed, memories that won't let him sleep, and a guilt he can't outrun. The closer Aurora gets to him, the harder it becomes to ignore the man beneath the reputation. But David has enemies. Aurora has boundaries. And some secrets are dangerous enough to destroy them both. He was supposed to be her patient. She was never supposed to become his reason to keep living.