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--Basically a fanfiction about the game Mafia--
--Rewriting one of my childhood stories that I used to write--
--Also a teaser to one of my stories called Still in The Water--All Rights Reserved

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Let me tell you my story, the one about how I died. Don't worry, though. I came back. They say when someone shares their story, they're sharing their burden. Seeking someone to help carry the weight that bends their shoulders, hoping their troubles will float away like helium balloons into the endless sky. Your silence becomes their sanctuary, a vacuum they fill with dust-covered memories. If you speak, do it gently - a nod, a smile, the ghost of a touch on their shoulder. But my story? It's different. It carved its path because trust becomes a luxury I could no longer afford. How could it not, when the one person who swore to never betray me did exactly that? The one who promised never to hurt me, broke me. The one who vowed to stay, walked away. So tell me, why trust anyone else when the person I trusted the most killed me in every way but physical? Until they managed that too. They say the most dangerous predators are the ones who look like prey. I learned this truth through split knuckles and shattered promises, through blood on my tongue and threats whispered against skin. Through playing weak while gathering my strength in darkness. Now I watch him, this self-proclaimed hunter in his own game. He doesn't see he's just another piece being moved across someone else's board. The mafia's golden prince, they whisper. If only they knew what lurks beneath that polished veneer. What dances behind those eyes that mirror the shadows I know so well. But shadows? They're born from fire. And somewhere out there, someone's striking matches, leaving black roses on cooling ashes, drawing closer with every corpse that falls. They call him Pyro. And when that name drops in a room. Well, let's just say I'm not the only one with secrets worth killing for. Some demons wear designer suits. Some victims wear crowns. And some fires are worth burning for. Welcome to the game. Trust no one. Not even me.

Hana was just trying to survive in her new life. That was until she happened to be saved by a strange man and got stuck in a whole nightmare... yeah not ideal. (Non-fanfic version of my previous book)

This story is similar to my story "Our Girl" in the sense that it has the same main characters and the main character is still South Asian and bisexual but there are new characters, as you can tell by the tags. I haven't quite figured out what the plot would be considering the fact I haven't planned this story out in the slightest. I'm kinda just going with the flow so let's hope it turns out decent. Um yeah. I hope you enjoy if you read it :)

Isabella Rose Romano A 13 year old to which love is something very unfamiliar to her. Having grown up in the foster system, it didn't come very often or in her case at all. She has a heart of pure gold, despite everything. So what happens when her current abusive foster family die. And she discovers she has a family. In that family she not only has a father but seven brothers! How is she supposed to adjust to this new environment while trying to overcome her past? ________________________________________________ Antonio Francesco Romano His only principessa was taken from him when she was a year old. 12 years later he gets a call that she is alive and he can take custody. His seven sons, of course, are over the moon about this along with himself. What happens when he discover that she didn't have the life she deserved? Can he and his sons teach her the meaning of love? Started: October 16, 2021 Finished: September 24, 2022

ONGOING, SLOW UPDATES. Thank you for reading though! As a young girl you had always believed that monsters as they seemed, were always big creepy things, with sharp teeth and long claws. Piercing eyes and mouths wide enough to swallow you whole. But one thing you didn't realize is that, monsters aren't what you had always imagined them to be. They are real. And sometimes, they're a lot closer to you than you think. 18 year old Hana is forced into moving across the country to a foreign land, full of people she doesn't know, just for her father's business. She fears that she won't ever fit in, but that all changes when she comes across a mysterious boy, whom she can't seem to get enough of. Secrets are revealed, blood is shed and tears are cried but does Hana have what it takes to live this life she's been thrown into? Or will her depression swallow her whole as she fights to keep her head above water. "The mafia it seems is no place for a girl like you" "I'd rather die than be seen with the likes of you" "I can't! "I can't do this anymore. You lie you cheat you do everything in your power to make me not trust you! I've just found out you were using me and for what? To what end? Huh?" You scream into the boys face but he doesn't even flinch. His eyes still dark and stormy pools. "I trusted you. Maybe even loved you! What am I? Just a fucking toy to satisfy your musings?" You can't help but let a tear to slip down your flush cheek, allowing it to leave a warm traitorous trail down your face that cools and dries upon contact with the air around you. "Maybe that was the old me, but you aren't just a play thing now. You're my world"

A 10 year old innocent naive girl who lived in the rural areas happily with her father but later she got into a car accident and lost her memories from the past ten years of her life after she got kidnapped when she was still in coma and got shipped to another city. When regaining her memory she was told a sad story about the death of her parents and in their will she was sent to live with her Godmother and her Husband. 9 years later she found out the truth and everything changed filled with anxiety she experienced many things until he came....... He himself was a Devil in sheep's clothing. He was the feared, ruthless, arrogant tycoon in the world with uncountable businesses. At night he becomes the ruler, the king of Mafias and underworld organisations. Being him was not easy it started when his father, mother and his 2 little sisters who got into a airplane crash and died on the spot. When they thought it was a natural plane crash the truth came out and lives were sacrificed. Causing the underworld and Mafia leaders to be ruled by the Devil himself. He lived with blood seeing others in despair amused him he had rules that were called the Three Ways To Die (Betrayal, Mercy and....LOVE).

No Escape From You ✨(Stalker Romance) by Radharank

hey guys I am published a story I write it myself l love fiction novel and read it ,if you like dark romance stories so this is for you It's story about a mafia and a innocent girl Mafia is obsessed with girl and girl is the bed warmer 🥵of mafia 😘🔥you want to read it l hope guys you like it I have some villian idea to make interesting ✨I wrote it on basic language you easily can understand ✨😘

Pyro

Let me tell you my story, the one about how I died. Don't worry, though. I came back. They say when someone shares their story, they're sharing their burden. Seeking someone to help carry the weight that bends their shoulders, hoping their troubles will float away like helium balloons into the endless sky. Your silence becomes their sanctuary, a vacuum they fill with dust-covered memories. If you speak, do it gently - a nod, a smile, the ghost of a touch on their shoulder. But my story? It's different. It carved its path because trust becomes a luxury I could no longer afford. How could it not, when the one person who swore to never betray me did exactly that? The one who promised never to hurt me, broke me. The one who vowed to stay, walked away. So tell me, why trust anyone else when the person I trusted the most killed me in every way but physical? Until they managed that too. They say the most dangerous predators are the ones who look like prey. I learned this truth through split knuckles and shattered promises, through blood on my tongue and threats whispered against skin. Through playing weak while gathering my strength in darkness. Now I watch him, this self-proclaimed hunter in his own game. He doesn't see he's just another piece being moved across someone else's board. The mafia's golden prince, they whisper. If only they knew what lurks beneath that polished veneer. What dances behind those eyes that mirror the shadows I know so well. But shadows? They're born from fire. And somewhere out there, someone's striking matches, leaving black roses on cooling ashes, drawing closer with every corpse that falls. They call him Pyro. And when that name drops in a room. Well, let's just say I'm not the only one with secrets worth killing for. Some demons wear designer suits. Some victims wear crowns. And some fires are worth burning for. Welcome to the game. Trust no one. Not even me.

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