The lonely mafia

The heirs of the devil

The heirs of the devil Summary Adeline a young prostitute woman by profession fell pregnant after a hot night with one of her customers that she did not even know about a face but only as a nickname since everything had happened in the dark. Accustomed to always ensuring that her customers were protecting himself before the act, she had not been what had passed through her head tonight and she had agreed to make love with this unknown without protection as she was grayed by her build and her coldness ... A few months after when she learned for her pregnancy, she decided to drop her life of prostitution in order to devote herself only to her children, she put in the world of triplets, nothing but boys, she loved her children and was ready for them ... She had changed his life and lived her life as a single mother without problem until the day her children fell seriously ill at the same time at the age of a year ... Everything became complicated for her when in the hospital the doctor taught her that her children needed blood in the twenty -four hours to follow otherwise they were likely to die, since she was not from the same blood group the doctor asked that the father of the children was very likely because he was very likely because he was very likely because that her children ... What to do? The young woman was totally distraught, she no longer knew what to do, she did not know the father of her children nicknamed the devil physically ... Everything became even more complicated for her when she appeared in front of the coldest billionaire in Italy who uttered this sentence towards her after putting her eyes on her children ... "" I will save my children and then I will make you infernal life "" What will happen to his life in the hands of this devil? Are they going to hear each other one day and in addition to love himself?

The uncontrollable vampire

The uncontrollable vampire Prologue - Don't kill me please. The young woman was terrified by fear, her assassin looked at him with a black smile before diving her fangs into the flesh of her neck. After this sentence, it was total silence, the creature more filthy and terrifying it had just made corpses in one night. Since his arrival in the small town of Forcs in the state of Washington, the inhabitants have been perpetual fear and anxiety, several corpses have been observed every day by the population. Sitting on the floor Alistair Dravenkov swallows the blood of her last victim with satisfaction, she was a teenager like the others, oh they were really unlucky he said. He would have liked so much to control himself, so much liked not to make so much corpse but he could not, he could not spend a night without emptying several humans of their blood. He was trying to resist the smell of blood but in vain, he always had this thirst, this insatiability of feeding on blood over and over. Tracking in other countries he was coming to take refuge in this small defenseless town. He was already very powerful and every day his power increased, he tracked up the young teenage girls more, it was enjoyable to taste their blood tasted by task, he loved it, it was his daily life. But his thirst for blood put it to the test when he tracked a young woman whom he had been unable to bite and everything turned into his life when he learned what the latter really represented. When his eyes clung to that of the young woman, he felt an indescribable feeling, first of all her beauty Horpair had struck him, then his innocence and his purity had touched his heart that nothing ever touched, he suddenly wanted to protect him instead of biting him. The vampire felt destabilizing and his heart began to beat what had never happened to him, no he was sure that she had something special to have softened him like this, he was sure that this young woman had something that he should have at all costs. Who was this human that the most powerful vampire could not touch? What has this young woman had such special to put him in this state? And that she was her role in the life of this creature?

Shunned By An Alpha, Cherished By A Lycan

Rejected by her mate, who had been her long-time crush, Jasmine felt utterly humiliated. Seeking solace, she headed to a party to drown her sorrows. But things took a turn for the worse when her friends issued a cruel dare: kiss a stranger or beg her mate for forgiveness. With no other choice, Jasmine approached a stranger and kissed him, thinking that would be the end of it. However, the stranger unexpectedly wrapped his arms around her waist and whispered in her ear, "You're mine!" He growled, his words sending shivers down her spine. And then, he offered her a solution that would change everything...

The Cursed Heiress: Now I'm Their Billionaire Nightmare

Nadine reunited with her family, convinced she'd been discarded, rage simmering-only to find collapse: her mother unstable, her father poisoned; a pianist brother trapped in a sham marriage, a detective brother framed and jailed, the youngest dragged into a gang. While the fake daughter mocked and colluded, Nadine moved in secret-healing her mother, curing her father, ending the union, clearing charges, and lifting the youngest to leader. Rumors said she rode coattails, unworthy of Rhys, the unmatched magnate. Few knew she was a renowned healer, legendary assassin, mysterious tycoon... Rhys knelt. "Marry me! The entire empire is yours for the taking!"

Too Late: The Spare Daughter Escapes Him

I died on a Tuesday. It wasn't a quick death. It was slow, cold, and meticulously planned by the man who called himself my father. I was twenty years old. He needed my kidney to save my sister. The spare part for the golden child. I remember the blinding lights of the operating theater, the sterile smell of betrayal, and the phantom pain of a surgeon's scalpel carving into my flesh while my screams echoed unheard. I remember looking through the observation glass and seeing him-my father, Giovanni Vitiello, the Don of the Chicago Outfit-watching me die with the same detached expression he used when signing a death warrant. He chose her. He always chose her. And then, I woke up. Not in heaven. Not in hell. But in my own bed, a year before my scheduled execution. My body was whole, unscarred. The timeline had reset, a glitch in the cruel matrix of my existence, giving me a second chance I never asked for. This time, when my father handed me a one-way ticket to London-an exile disguised as a severance package-I didn't cry. I didn't beg. My heart, once a bleeding wound, was now a block of ice. He didn't know he was talking to a ghost. He didn't know I had already lived through his ultimate betrayal. He also didn't know that six months ago, during the city's brutal territory wars, I was the one who saved his most valuable asset. In a secret safe house, I stitched up the wounds of a blinded soldier, a man whose life hung by a thread. He never saw my face. He only knew my voice, the scent of vanilla, and the steady touch of my hands. He called me Sette. Seven. For the seven stitches I put in his shoulder. That man was Dante Moretti. The Ruthless Capo. The man my sister, Isabella, is now set to marry. She stole my story. She claimed my actions, my voice, my scent. And Dante, the man who could spot a lie from a mile away, believed the beautiful deception because he wanted it to be true. He wanted the golden girl to be his savior, not the invisible sister who was only ever good for her spare parts. So I took the ticket. In my past life, I fought them, and they silenced me on an operating table. This time, I will let them have their perfect, gilded lie. I will go to London. I will disappear. I will let Seraphina Vitiello die on that plane. But I will not be a victim. This time, I will not be the lamb led to slaughter. This time, from the shadows of my exile, I will be the one holding the match. And I will wait, with the patience of the dead, to watch their entire world burn. Because a ghost has nothing to lose, and a queen of ashes has an empire to gain.

The Ghost Wife's Billion Dollar Tech Comeback

Today is October 14th, my birthday. I returned to New York after months away, dragging my suitcase through the biting wind, but the VIP pickup zone where my husband’s Maybach usually idled was empty. When I finally let myself into our Upper East Side penthouse, I didn’t find a cake or a "welcome home" banner. Instead, I found my husband, Caden, kneeling on the floor, helping our five-year-old daughter wrap a massive gift for my half-sister, Adalynn. Caden didn’t even look up when I walked in; he was too busy laughing with the girl who had already stolen my father’s legacy and was now moving in on my family. "Auntie Addie is a million times better than Mommy," my daughter Elara chirped, clutching a plush toy Caden had once forbidden me from buying for her. "Mommy is mean," she whispered loudly, while Caden just smirked, calling me a "drill sergeant" before whisking her off to Adalynn’s party without a second glance. Later that night, I saw a video Adalynn posted online where my husband and child laughed while mocking my "sensitive" nature, treating me like an inconvenient ghost in my own home. I had spent five years researching nutrition for Elara’s health and managing every detail of Caden’s empire, only to be discarded the moment I wasn't in the room. How could the man who set his safe combination to my birthday completely forget I even existed? The realization didn't break me; it turned me into ice. I didn't scream or beg for an explanation. I simply walked into the study, pulled out the divorce papers I’d drafted months ago, and took a black marker to the terms. I crossed out the alimony, the mansion, and even the custody clause—if they wanted a life without me, I would give them exactly what they asked for. I left my four-carat diamond ring on the console table and walked out into the rain with nothing but a heavily encrypted hard drive. The submissive Mrs. Holloway was gone, and "Ghost," the most lethal architect in the tech world, was finally back online to take back everything they thought I’d forgotten.

The Masked Heiress: Don't Mess With Her

Yelena discovered that she wasn't her parents' biological child. After seeing through their ploy to trade her as a pawn in a business deal, she was sent away to her barren birthplace. There, she stumbled upon her true origins-a lineage of historic opulence. Her real family showered her with love and adoration. In the face of her so-called sister's envy, Yelena conquered every adversity and took her revenge, all while showcasing her talents. She soon caught the attention of the city's most eligible bachelor. He cornered Yelena and pinned her against the wall. "It's time to reveal your true identity, darling."

Fake Dating My Ex's Favourite Hockey Player

Zane and I were together for ten years. When he had no one, I stayed by his side, supporting his hockey career while believing at the end of all our struggles, I'll be his wife and the only one at his side. But after six years of dating, and four years of being his fiancée, not only did he leave me, but seven months later I receive an invitation... to his wedding! If that isn't bad enough, the month long wedding cruise is for couples only and requires a plus one. If Zane thinks breaking my heart left me too miserable to move on, he thought wrong! Not only did it make me stronger.. it made me strong enough to move on with his favourite bad boy hockey player, Liam Calloway.