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https://twitter.com/SicilianMafiosa _______________✏ This is the story of Claudia, Francesco and Giovanna from Silence in New York and Whispers in New York. Although it is not necessary to read the others in order to understand, it is highly recommended. This book starts from around the end of Silence in New York and will eventually coincide with Whispers in New York. _______________✏ "Hey baby," Francesco leaned over the couch placing a kiss on her forehead. "You're up late!" He noticed the wine glass in her hand, "and drinking wine..." "So I am," she responded without a hello. "Where have you been? You haven't slept here much lately." She continued to focus on the television screen waiting for his response. "Sorry Gi." The use of her nickname from his lips forcing her to cringe. "We've just been busy lately, you know, with business." He walked around his recliner couch to look at her, she was barely acknowledging him. She's pissed. He thought to himself letting out a small frustrated sigh. He made his way to her left side near the coffee table examining the Chinese take-out boxes. He picked up the one with the noddles along with the plastic fork sitting untouched by the edge of the coffee table. He dug his fork in taking a mouth full of the now cold, thick yellow noodles. "Sitting on my couch I see," he joked trying to push her into talking more. "Hmm." Giovanna hummed, "your couch huh?" She took the final sip from her wine glass then placed the empty glass on the same coffee table. "Yeah, my couch," he continued to push trying for a playful rise out of her. With the noodle box in one hand and the plastic fork plunged securely into the yellow noodle goodness, he proceeded to pry through the other two boxes discovering the honey chicken. "Really? Honey chicken? You know I hate that shit Gi." "That's too bad." Giovanna pushed herself out of the recliner. "Because I hate it when you sti

Four years ago, Selena Moreau gave her heart to a man she had no business loving. She was a seamstress-young, gifted, and far from home. He was a prince, caught between duty and desire, with promises that tasted like forever. In the quiet shadows of the palace, they shared something soft, something sacred... until the world outside tore it apart. Now, Selena lives a quiet life in the town no one of importance ever visits, raising her son with careful hands and a guarded heart. She asks for nothing. Expects even less. The boy she bore is hers alone, and she intends to keep it that way. But when the newly crowned king returns and their paths cross once more, old feelings begin to stir-and buried truths rise to the surface. Alexander is back... not just in her world, but dangerously close to the one secret that binds them forever. He wants to know his son. He wants to understand what he lost. But after everything he left behind... will she let him in? A story of first love, betrayal, and the slow, aching journey back to one another-where the cost of silence may be the only thing keeping them apart.

"I'm just taking what is rightfully mine, there's no force in it sweetheart " he said holding me down . "Mathew you always have your way with me -" "cause I'm your husband ,baby. If I don't have my way with you, who will? " he said as if it was the right thing to do."But I -" he cut me off placing a finger to my lip. "A wife should never say no to her husband nor to his needs" , he whispered against my skin and buried his head in the crook of my neck. I tensed under his touch. "Mathew that's not how it works -" "Sshhhh" ,he shushed me and before I knew it he captured my lips in a passionate kiss whilst muting my cries of protest . Her beauty and her body were the only two things he wanted from her. She was his delicate flower, innocent and pure in every form. He claimed her but never loved her, he bruised her feelings but never healed her heart .And then he broke her to the point she started hating him. .................................................................

He didn't break her all at once. He taught her how to shatter herself. To everyone watching, she has the life girls dream of : money, beauty, a powerful husband, and a marriage wrapped in perfection. But behind their locked doors, perfection is the punishment she can never escape. He tells her who to be. He tells her how to walk, how to breathe, how to think. Every mistake is a lesson. Every bruise is a reminder. Every betrayal is somehow her fault. And she believes him. Because after years of being molded, corrected, and rewritten, she no longer remembers who she was before he decided to "fix" her. She only knows the rules he carved into her bones. Don't speak too loudly. Don't ask questions. Don't look at him when he's angry. Don't look away when he wants your attention. And above all Don't ever forget that love is earned, not given. Her sister whispers that she's losing herself. Her friends say they're worried. Her subconscious screams that something is wrong. But she silences all of them. Because she is so close so close to becoming the perfect wife, he swears she could be if she tries a little harder. And if she can be perfect... Maybe he'll finally love her. Or maybe perfection is the very thing that will destroy her. *This story depicts domestic and emotional abuse. These scenes are fictional and not meant to glorify or romanticize abuse. If you are in a harmful or unsafe situation, please reach out for help: 1-800-799-7233 (SAFE) thehotline.org You deserve safety.

When that coworker becomes more than 'just a coworker'. And you leave your husband, starting over for something real. Something lasting. Meet Devin, a woman who warns her husband about the coworker who is flirting with more than just the boundaries Devin put in place with her husband. When he doesn't listen to the warnings? Meet Cash, a man with a heart of gold, who is looking for the perfect woman. He happened to catch a glimpse of her a his friend's office Christmas Party. What happens when these two meet? Is Devin ready for love? Will Cash be willing to wait for her to heal from the hurt and trauma her ex left her with?

Malia Rose Carter had spent the last few years struggling with Leukemia and a failed Chemo procedure. An abusive step father and mother and a fiance turned husband who seemed incapable of standing her but she had to endure everything seeing as he was her escape from the hell she called a home. All in all her life was a mess that she had to endure till her heart would finally fail her.

Clara Robertson had it all-a loving husband, two beautiful daughters, and a peaceful suburban life. But everything changes the day she is brutally attacked during her morning run in the local park. Acting on instinct, Clara fights back, killing her assailant in an act of self-defense. As the shock fades, Clara finds herself haunted by the violence-and strangely empowered by it. Her once-stable world begins to unravel as she grows distant from her family and battles dark urges she can no longer ignore. When she discovers her husband Preston's betrayal, Clara's fragile control shatters. Driven by rage, she commits an unthinkable crime and frames Preston for murder. With her husband imprisoned and her old life destroyed, Clara flees with her daughters to her childhood home, seeking refuge but unable to escape the consequences of her actions. As secrets threaten to consume her, Clara must confront the darkness within-or risk losing everything she loves.

Blood on his hands. Soil under hers. A broken ring between them. Serenity Claveria used to sign death orders in diamonds, her wedding band flashing under chandelier light while she turned her husband's crumbling syndicate into an empire. Now that same ring lies split in two, buried beneath the Claveria garden she fled to where she spends her mornings with dirt under her nails instead of gunpowder, pretending the ghosts in her chest are just echo. At the gates, her past keeps knocking. Dario Valente arrives day after day with gifts that burn brighter than his apologies watches, cars, silk, all fed to the fire by Eli, the bodyguard who would rather die than let his former boss back into her orbit. Smoke curls into the sky like incense over a grave, and Dario watches the life he threw away turn his offerings to ash without blinking. In the treeline, another man waits. Salvatore Montenegro, once the bastard she insulted in this very garden, now a king in his own right, kneels in her soil like it's an altar. He plants the flowers she loves, reroutes wars away from her borders, and says nothing when her voice still shakes on her ex-husband's name. His devotion doesn't come with chains, only patience sharp enough to cut. The underworld thinks Serenity lost everything in that divorce. They don't see the moment her gaze shifts away from the man who broke her ring, and toward the one who's ready to guard the hand that wore it.

Who needs hell when I have you? You are in love, the sweetest of torments. But, to your dismay, your beloved is not your betrothed. Which will come first? Your loyalty to your country and your parents? Or the years of commitment and love between you and your lowly jester? This is an idea i got from those y/n x knight tiktoks i got on my fyp that i had at 12:30 am, treat it kindly please

Lisa Manoban, a hotshot financier has just been dumped by her on- off girlfriend, Jennie Rubyjane before finding herself in a classical arranged marriage thrope with Roseanne Park, the youngest heir to the Park Technologies. Will their marriage survive the storm thrown their way or will they crash for a divorce instead? 🏆 2nd in #Park 🏆 1st in #Roseannepark

It is the story of twenty three year old girl who falls for her twenty nine year old married boss. One unfortunate night when her boss calls her to pick him up from the bar at drunk state one thing leads to another making her pregnant with his baby. When she finds out and prepares herself to tell to her boss the wife comes along with the anouncement of counseling for their broken marriage and her alcoholic habits. Nothing comes out as solution than resigning prior one month notice and leave.

She is the heir to an empire built on silence and blood but she didn't inherit her father's throne out of sentiment. She earned it. Boardrooms bend. Rivals vanish. Men who underestimate her don't get second chances they get erased. She is beautiful the way a loaded weapon is beautiful: polished, precise, lethal. They call her a monster. She never corrects them. Aiden was never meant to protect her from danger. He was meant to protect the world from her. He's seen the version of Gabrielle that doesn't hesitate the one who smiles before she destroys you, who answers betrayal with extinction. He knows exactly what she is. And he loves her anyway. That's the problem. She doesn't believe someone like him could ever love something like her. And he's certain she would never choose someone like him a bodyguard, an orphan, a man born outside the crown. So they circle each other. Almost confessing. Always retreating. Because love is weakness and weakness is the one thing Gabrielle has never allowed herself to be. But when betrayal strikes and someone dares to aim for her throne, Aiden stops pretending he's just a guard. He will burn the world to keep what is his. Bleed for her. Kill for her. Die for her. And Gabrielle? She has never planned on letting him die. Because the monster may not love gently But once she chooses... She never lets go.

She ran, directly into the chaos. He was talking, his voice so changed, nothing like the sweet tune that liked to call her "mom". Enji wasn't a perfect man, he was far from it... but he was human, he made mistakes and tried to emend them. But he hated him, he was talking about an Enji that never was real... his memories, those words, weren't from Enji... He was dancing, so out of himself while that black hair dye dripped down his face, revealing his thin white hair. Images of bright red hair and equally bright smiles flashed inside her mind. Tears stung in her eyes... her poor baby was so broken... She was so close. He charged forward... just like her. "TOUYA!" she screamed, catching his attention. Thank God. crossposted on AO3. Disclaimer: I do not own BNHA or any of the images used, the only character that I own is Amatsuki Watanabe.

Just short stories involving my characters.

when a depressed, anxious sixteen year old girl meets a confident, sexy, butch lesbian, sparks start to fly. why does she like her? what does this mean? can Lilly learn to accept her feelings for Cam? And can Cam save her from herself?

about a girl named Olivia liv for short

Fourteen year old Maeve Ardent was going on with her life at Hogwarts normally. Her life is great- amazing friends, the best mom, and good grades. She's just figuring out her feelings and life, and a certain Gryffindor boy ahs caught her attention. But when she accidently gains possession of the Elder wand after a fierce, unintended duel with Harry Potter himself, for the first time in history, there's a 'mistress' to the Elder Wand, which was long believed to have been a legend. Maeve was suddenly thrown into the spotlight, and reporters are ready to turn her dirty for the newspapers. But it doesn't stop here. Maeve had never known her dad, but only that he was a Seer. When she finds out a prophecy that he made about her, it seemed that it was slowly coming true. And if it was real, then Maeve was in for a lot of trouble.

The main character of the story is Grace Leroy, I made on my own! Grace doesn't really have a family, but Enjolras more or less 'adopted' her. However, she still works, because she has to survive. And she happens to work in The Sergeant Of Waterloo, in Thenardier's inn. But from there, things get interesting...

A divorced mother, waiting nervously for her teenage daughter to return from a Saturday night date, can't help brooding about the man who seduced and left her many years ago.

When Annie walks away from her passionate but toxic affair with Joshua, she believes she's free. But Joshua isn't ready to let go, pulling her back into a world of desire, deception, and dangerous secrets. As their love teeters between obsession and ruin, one question remains-will they fight for each other or become each other's downfall?