In a world where superpowers determine one's fate, Raen Felden was born with a seemingly useless ability-motor mimicry. Unlike others, he couldn't copy supernatural abilities, only physical movements. To his powerful family, he was nothing more than a disappointment, a failure unworthy of the hero title.
Rejected by his father, humiliated by his peers, and overshadowed by his prodigious older brother, Raen endures endless suffering at Hero Academy, where strength is everything. Forced into a life of servitude, he spends his days carrying equipment and being mocked by those destined for greatness.
But in the shadows of his despair, he trains relentlessly-studying every movement, mimicking every technique, determined to prove that even the weakest can rise.
When he is sent on a mission to Karatha Cave as nothing more than a baggage carrier, Raen unknowingly steps into a fate greater than he ever imagined. Deep within the cave lies a forgotten warrior, a man long dead... and soon to be revived. A battle is about to unfold, one that will shatter everything Raen believed about power, strength, and destiny.
Can a boy with no real power survive in a world that only values the strong? Or will he become nothing more than another forgotten shadow?
The story of an outcast begins.
"The Hacker and the Mob Boss" ❦
Reyna Fields seems to be an ordinary girl with her thick-framed glasses, baggy clothes, hair always up in a ponytail, and her head tucked away behind a computer screen. However, no one knows she's armed with a genius IQ and a heart of gold. She hacks her way into virtual systems on a search for her mother.
Unfortunately for her, she has hacked into the wrong database. She hacked into the database of the notorious mob boss, Santino "Saint" Venturi.
Saint is the opposite of his name. He's known for his ruthlessness. As a mob boss to a mafia, he learned to eat or be eaten. When Reyna stumbles upon his database, a plan dispersed into his mind. He's going to take her.
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"I don't share, angel."
"He's a friend," she found herself saying. Dante was too busy staring at her to notice the fiery glare in Saint's eyes. She was mentally praying that Dante would just look away.
His fingers trailed up her leg before his hand latched onto her sex. He held her there while a small gasp left her lips. "I will fuck you on this table if he doesn't stop looking at what belongs to me."
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HIGHEST RANKING:
#5 romance - 6/26/22
Dark Romance
Cover by @-simplyhan