روايات وقصص إلكترونية عن Mystery وتضم Hidden Identity وتدور في Twisted

For three years, trauma surgeon Mira Castell has secretly stitched together a criminal empire's wounded — without ever seeing the face of the boss who calls her at 2 a.m. and quietly pays off her brother's debts. She tells herself it's an arrangement. She doesn't know it's a trap, built for her alone. Nico Costa has watched her from a careful distance for three years — learning her habits, her silences, the way she never accepts a gift. He is the heir to an empire soaked in blood, carrying a guilt with a shape he keeps locked away and revisits once a year, always with regret. When a wound finally forces their first face-to-face meeting, three years of engineered distance collapse in a single night. But nothing between them is what it seems. The debt that trapped her brother wasn't bad luck — it was manufactured, by the very man she's falling for. A rival family is circling. Her hospital is quietly building a case that could end her career. And beneath all of it waits one buried name that will detonate everything she thought she understood about the man she loves. This is a story about the razor's edge between saving someone and owning them — a love that begins as manipulation and must fight, brutally and honestly, to become something real. Can a lie told out of love ever become a truth worth trusting? And what happens when the safest hands you've ever been in turn out to have built the cage you've been living inside?

“You want to know what I am?” he murmured against her mouth, his hands shoving her dress up around her waist. “I’m a man who takes what he wants. And I want you. Here. Now.” Nina Falcone is LAPD. Undercover. Posing as a high-end escort, she has one mission: get close to El Sombras, the drug lord no one can name, photograph, or catch. Every night, powerful men buy pieces of her. Every morning, she washes them off her skin and turns their secrets into evidence. She tells herself it is duty. She tells herself she is still in control. Then Cruz finds her. Dark. Beautiful. Dangerous. He doesn’t buy her. He sees her. He strips through every mask she wears with one look and leaves her a card that feels like a command. Next time, don’t look away. She doesn’t. One night becomes obsession. Obsession becomes surrender. He touches her like he owns her, protects her like she is sacred, and ruins her for every life she had before him. Nina forgets the badge, the case, every line she swore she’d never cross. But the case won’t die. Every lead she pulls turns up dead before she can use it. Someone is watching. Someone who sees her coming before she arrives. And the clues keep circling closer to the man in her bed — doors that open for Cruz without a knock, men who lower their eyes when he speaks, phone calls at three in the morning in a voice she’s never heard. The ghost she’s hunting keeps getting closer close enough to touch, close enough to hold her in the dark and whisper stay. The only thread left to pull is the one tied around her own throat.

I live double lives, but with one very strict rule: never get involved with the clients. By day, I plan weddings I'll never have. Every bride who calls on me gets the wedding of her dreams. And even though no man's ever wanted to end up with me, watching the joy on my brides' faces is enough. By night, I put on a mask and become the comfort I can't find anywhere else. Just an hour of quiet, honest company for strangers who've run out of people to trust. It's not romance - not even close. But I get my own kind of comfort from it too. Then three men walk into my carefully guarded life, all at once, all determined to break my one rule: one I used to hate, one I'm not allowed to see, and one who's already trouble next door. I have a very terrible feeling I only need to be afraid of one of them - the Stranger in My Bed.

******* I felt my heart beat slower and slower until just a breath could be heard. He had one hand on my neck, the other on my shoulder. His legs spread apart and I was in the middle. I pinned his gaze, his emerald green eyes fixed right above a nose so nicely sculpted I was tempted to bite it. His jaw was delicately cut by the gods and his broad shoulders left an exciting desire to feel his wide back. For a moment I thought he wasn't real. I opened my mouth but no words came. I didn't know what to say to this devil; this handsome devil that I didn't mind if he ate me up. At that moment, a thought hit me; Ares looked nothing like his father. Alpha Magnums had a bad scar so one of his eyes was affected. He was three times larger and he had a crude look but the man in front of me had the softest skin and the most enchanting gaze. Anyone could mistake him for a god. 'How could someone like him be destined to destroy all realms? What the hell happened to make him a monster?’ I know I didn't want anything to do with him before but now, more than anything, I wanted to find the answers to the mystery that is Ares Klaus. ******** Marilia escapes death and slavery after her family is murdered by the cruel Alpha Magnums. She wakes up to find that a lycan princess had saved her but death takes the princess soon after. The moon goddess has arranged to have her, Marilia, replace the princess. Only in this way can Marilia be able to fulfill the prophesy and save all the realms from destruction.