Have you ever wished that you could escape your own reality? To be able to escape to a realistic simulation, a perfect world?
Throughout her childhood, Mia Baker has often wished to be someone else. To be rich. To be beautiful. To have a mother.
One day though, her wish is granted. Her father, an eccentric computer technician, has invented a wonderful, realistic new game, Glass Game, or the "glass". Here, you can create, explore, build. You can be anyone, do anything- provided you pay.
But there's a darker side to the glass. Addiction. Her father's new toxic nature. Nothing is really anymore. It's all on the glass. The world has changed forever. Is money and success really worth it, when you're living in a game?
And of course, there are the glitches. She didn't notice them at first, but now they are everywhere. It's not just slow loading, or a pixelated nature, too- the glitches are scarily real. Shaky, scary, falls that make her feel sick. And now, glitches are occurring in her OWN REALITY.
Which begs the question...what if she's in a simulation herself?
Book 1 of Ruthless Series
A Dark Mafia Romance...
Serena Alfero
In world of Mafia you don't live, You survive. I survived but I wish I didn't.
I knew it. The moment my eyes met his, I fucking knew he, The most
feared Mafia Boss, wasn't in our territory as ally. He was here for blood.
Blood of My Boss ,aka, My Uncle. The one family member I have. He is the
one who made me into the person I am now. I won't let him touch a
single hair of my family. The way his eyes bore into my soul makes me
think that he knows. He knows the things I buried deep down. My past. It
is blur which I am still trying to figure out. He is the definition of danger.
A type of danger you won't ever imagine. Like a beautiful flower which
has smell only to poison and kill people...
Nixon Casanova
Call me a monster for killing my dad and my brother. Call me a idiot for
never hiding like a coward which my dad was. Call me a pervert for not
being able to take my eyes off my enemy's niece. Call me devil for my
plan to paint the whole city with blood. She knew. She knew that I was
the Satan in disguise. Ready to skin people alive. Drink their blood and
throw their corpse to my dogs. The way her mind calculated behind that
pretty face had me thinking twice. Her silence and the soulless eyes
staring into mine. Her eyes stared at me as if I was a mathematical
problem while I stared her as she was a puzzle with a missing piece. The
game has just begun, Isn't it? Let's break the fucking hell...