Achilles Let Me Go
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Property Of Vittore Martinelli ✓ by NVMelissa13
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When she was 14, Dalia was sold to Matteo Martinelli, the former leader of the largest Italian mafia. Flash forward with his son, Vittore Martinelli as the new leader, Dalia is given to him as a birthday present after years in spent in the "safe house". Dalia struggles to fulfill a promise she made and get her old self back as Vittore tries not to fall for the black beauty. Will they go through all the lies, jealousy, betrayal, envy, lust and murder together all in the name of love? Because at the end of it all, she is still Property Of Vittore Martinelli. * * * "Lift your hand," I said looking at how he held onto his bicep with a tight grip. "Let me take a look at the bullet wound." "No tesoro. I can do this myself," Vittore grumbled and I gave him incredulous look. "Don't start that bullshit with me Vittore. Remove your arm and let me help you or..." I trailed off, not able to say more. I was still in shock but I could do this. "Just... just let me help." "No." I glared at Vittore. "Why are you being so damn egotistic?! Let me help you! Do you know what it was like to find you like... and to..." I couldn't even get all the words out. "Let me help you. Please." Begging wasn't something I'd ever do but I just needed him to let me help him. "No-" "Why?!" I suddenly exploded. "Why won't you just let me help you?!" "Because I don't know how to handle it ok?!" Vittore suddenly exploded, his dark eyes glaring at me. "I don't know how to handle these... feelings. Fuck tesoro you drive me crazy! Don't you see that? You make me question everything I've ever known and... I can't..." I watched Vittore as his expression turned determined. "Fuck it." He leaned forward and pressed his lips on mine. * * * WARNING! Mentions of death, torture, gore, abuse and other things related to the mafia.
Carvings and Countdowns by rhyonnford
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Marauders He carved into his bed again. They were right, it did have a nice ring to it. Two days until the next full moon. Twelve hours until tomorrow's classes. Roughly thirty seconds before James asked him to have another piece of the candy he was eating. Sirius popped into his mind again. "No", he thought to himself as he continued to fight it. Carvings and countdowns used to be the only thing that steadied Remus's mind, why was he struggling now? Remus sighed. He hated that vexatious grin of his, yet it kept overriding his thoughts. "Is it cool if I have another piece?", James asked just as he had predicted. "Yeah", Remus tossed him one. He didn't have this feeling with James, or Peter, or anyone else for that matter. Played records, borrowed books, and shared secrets were moments all friends shared, but why did it feel so different with him? He turned back over and figured one last carving couldn't hurt. He decided to go back to his old routine of writing his name, maybe the familiarity of it would ground himself again. He pulled his hand away abruptly as he noticed he had subconsciously began to write an "S" instead of an "R" "Shit", he thought to himself, "This is really getting bad." That stupid Sirius Black grin of his. ********* That was just a little snippet of a future scene I'd thought of, trying to set the tone :) This fic is pretty slow-paced at first, as both are hesitant in their feelings, but I promise it's worth the wait. The story is mostly told in Remus's third person pov, with small bits of Sirius's scattered here and there. I HOPE YOU ALL LIKE IT, feel free to leave comments and feedback, I love reading them <3 DISCLAIMER: This is a work of fan fiction using characters from the Harry Potter world, which is trademarked by J.K Rowling. I do not claim ownership of the characters and the world I am borrowing. I am merely creating a fictional version of the story based in the Marauder Era. cover art done by me :)
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{SAMPLE: Published on Amazon} Five hundred years ago, humanity's freedom died. When the Greek Gods and Goddesses were usurped from their home on Mt. Olympus, they crashed upon Earth and enslaved the human race. Children spend their existence inside prisons ran by ruthless Immortals, and upon their eighteenth birthday, they are thrown into an arena to be fought after. Once won, they are scarified with their name and short-lived identity in an unforgiving world, where there is an absence of hope for people with mortality coursing through their red veins. Servitude shackled humanity, but then a girl stood in the arena on the first summer solstice since she turned eighteen years old. A nameless girl, trembling behind the safety of her friend, landed in the Gods' worlds without knowing that she was going to be their unraveling. This wide-eyed slave, who bled two colors. One red like humans. One gold like the gods. Five hundred years ago, humanity's freedom died, but she's here to take it back. Final Book Cover commissioned by @Fantastical-Ink