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Gianna━⊰ ❦ ⊱━"Where were you last night?"My mom stood in the doorway. I didn't turn around immediately. I just kept my back to her, slowly setting my hairdryer down on the dresser. "What?" I asked, trying to keep my voice flat.She stepped into the room, crossing her arms tight over her chest. As she moved, I noticed a slight, heavy hitch in her left leg, a tiny stumble she tried to hide by leaning against the doorframe. Her fingers twitched against her elbows. "Where. Were. You," she repeated. She was using her "Mom voice," the one that usually meant I was in deep trouble."I—I was here," I lied. "Don't you dare lie to me!" she snapped, "You weren't here. I checked this room every hour. I called you a hundred times, Gianna. I was ten seconds away from telling Salvatore. I almost begged him to send his sons out to find you, but I stopped myself because I knew you’d hate it. So, give me the respect of a real answer!"I looked down at my lap, "I went to a party... with a friend.
Gianna ━⊰ ❦ ⊱━ My eyes felt like someone had rubbed sand into the sockets. I tried to blink, but my lids were heavy and stuck together. Everything was too bright. The light coming through the gaps in the curtains felt like a needle stabbing straight into my brain. My mouth was a desert. It was bone-dry, and there was a bitter, metallic taste coating my tongue that made me want to gag. My head wasn't just aching, it was thumping. A slow, rhythmic boom-boom-boom that matched the frantic beating of my heart. I felt hollow like someone had scooped out my insides and replaced them with cold lead. My muscles were weak, and my skin felt sensitive, as if the air itself was too sharp to touch. I shifted my legs, and the fabric of the sheets felt wrong. This wasn't my bed. I froze. The memories of the night before started to leak back in like black ink. The forest. The masks. The high, cruel laughter of those girls. I remembered the pink ribbon. I remembered the blue pill hitting the
Hey, guys! I’m currently fighting for my life in the real world. I haven’t written a single word, and I haven’t even been home for two days. Yes, I’m barely surviving, but unfortunately, not in a dramatic mafia way, just life being rude. So, before anyone burns their fingerprints off refreshing the page, there will be no update today either. Save your energy. Hydrate. Touch grass. Mourn the missing chapter with dignity. And to the people who harass—I mean lovingly pester—me for updates even though I post twice a day… well, how does it feel now, huh? Do you finally appreciate my suffering and dedication? I expect tears. Maybe a small shrine. Lol. Jokes aside, I love you all, even the chaotic ones who bully me for chapters. I hope you’re all doing well and staying safe while your author slowly loses her sanity. Love you all! X O X O 💋
Raphael ━━ ⛓ ━━ I snapped. My hands flew out, my fingers digging into the soft skin of her hips to stop the motion. I meant to push her away. I meant to end the torture. But the second my palms hit her curves, my brain went up in flames. It was a slow, dragging friction that made my vision go dark. My body was screaming at me to lean in, to just take what was being offered. "No," I rasped. "Help me," she whispered. "I am helping you," I rasped, my jaw aching from how hard I was clenching my teeth. "I’m the only thing standing between you and a total disaster." I reached up and grabbed her by the shoulders, pushing her back just enough so I could look into those glassy, green eyes. She looked back at me, her lips parted, her breath coming in short, hot puffs. She looked like she wanted to melt into the floor with me. "You don't want this, Gianna," I said, my jaw so tight it hurt, "You think you do right now, but you don't. It’s the pill talking. And you’re making things ver
Raphael ━━ ⛓ ━━ I sat at my desk. I pulled my laptop toward me, my fingers were shaking just a little as I typed in the code for the security feed. It was my biggest fucking tell. My body did that whenever the rage got too hot, or whenever my nerves were pulled too tight. It was like a glitch in my head that I hated with every part of my soul. The screen flickered to life, showing the grainy, blue-tinted hallways and the crowded hall of the mansion. I found the camera for the VIP corner. There they were. Ciro was leading Gianna through the crowd. I watched as he pushed her gently into a corner. Even through the fuzzy video, I could see how out of place she looked. She was standing stiff, her head darting around. Then, Ciro checked his watch and leaned in to say something to her before he walked away toward the back exit. He was going to make the drop for Dante. The second he was out of sight, the shadows moved. A pack of four girls slid into the frame. I recognized the way t
First of all, this is a dark mafia romance. I always include detailed trigger warnings at the beginning, so you know exactly what kind of story you’re stepping into. Choosing to read something with darker themes and then being upset by those same elements doesn’t quite align, the darkness is part of the story, not separate from it. Secondly, I make a conscious effort to give each character their own identity. I don’t want my characters, male or female, to feel like copies of one another. If anything, their differences are intentional. When you look closely, you’ll see that each of them carries a distinct personality, which keeps the story from feeling repetitive. Thirdly, I always draw inspiration from real-world elements. I research, I explore the darker sides of power, and then I shape it into a more romanticized version for storytelling. But that doesn’t mean I’m going to strip away the darkness entirely. Now, about the “hunts feel high school-ish” comment. I genuinely have to as
Gianna ━⊰ ❦ ⊱━ I stood in front of the full-length mirror, my hands shaking so much I had to tuck them under my arms. I was dressed in a white button-down shirt and black slacks. I spent ten minutes pulling my hair back, brushing it until every stray strand was flattened into a sleek, tight bun
Raphael ━━ ⛓ ━━ I leaned against the cold marble wall, my glass heavy in my hand. My brothers were all around me, a solid wall of dark suits, expensive cologne, and mean faces. We stood in the shadows of the hall, watching the reception like it was a funeral. Across the room, our father was a
Gianna ━⊰ ❦ ⊱━ The room was too big. It was too quiet, and it smelled too much like expensive flowers and floor wax. I lay in the middle of the massive bed, feeling like a speck of dust in this giant, cold mansion. I pulled the silk sheets up to my chin, but they didn't feel warm. They just felt
Gianna ━⊰ ❦ ⊱━ The sun was barely up, but I was already dressed and ready to go. I had on my favorite pair of baggy cargo pants and a simple gray crop top. My light brown hair was pulled back into a bun, and my heavy backpack was slumped over one shoulder. I looked like every other girl on the U







