histórias de Foribiddenlove

Bricks and stones thrown from the wisps of air from above, black smoke covering Altherainialis. The air became thin and almost opaque. I was searching for his hand, the hand that had been by my side less then a second ago. I started coughing, breathing in the thick smoke and dust. Marron red blood started dripping from my right hand, a gash across my palm. I started to feel nauseous and dizzy, becoming unable to walk. The world became blurry, and my body started to shut down. As I crippled to my knees a few words slipped form my mouth: "Olain..."

"In the caravelli family, power isn't inherited-it's demanded. Nythera, the youngest of five, carries a destiney no one else can touch. Born into a mafia dynasty where every move is a battle, every alliance is a trap, she must navigate a world of loyalty, betrayal, and dark magic. But power comes with a price. As jealousy stirs among thoes closest to her, Nythera's rise will ignite rivalries, secrets, and tragedies that threaten to destroy everything she loves. In a family where strength is everything, will she survive.... or become the cost of their sins?" #Darkromance #Mafia #Supernatural #Tragedy # Power #FamilyDrama.