Action 웹소설 & Intelligent Pregnant 스토리

Dolores Ferreira travels to the countryside to reclaim the land that once belonged to her family. But what she didn’t expect was to face Zacky Carter — a rough, proud, and irresistibly sexy cowboy. Over time, her greatest challenge becomes resisting the man who swears he’ll never give in. But fate doesn’t seem to be on her side.

The world ended in blood, screams, and the dead refusing to stay dead. Violet should have been just another survivor. Instead, the infected hesitate when they see her. They stop. They watch. And sometimes… they let her live. Violet doesn’t know why, and she’s not sure she wants the answer. All she knows is that survival means staying close to the people she has left—and keeping the impossible things happening around her from becoming one more reason for someone to fear her. Then she meets Kaden. Quiet, capable, and carrying secrets of his own, Kaden doesn’t look at Violet like she’s a monster. He looks at her like she’s a mystery worth understanding. As the two are pushed closer together by a world determined to tear them apart, survival begins to mean something neither of them expected. But the dead aren’t the only things hunting in the ruins. Something else is watching. Something that heals. Something that remembers Violet. And the closer she gets to discovering why the infected won’t kill her, the more dangerous the truth becomes. In a world where everyone is fighting to survive, Violet may be carrying the one secret capable of changing what survival means.

They say the devil wears a three-piece suit. Mine wore a ring stamped with a golden lion, the symbol of the Ricci mafia. It was on a night of fire and ashes that my life changed. My name was Alaya, and I was just a girl among many others, born in the alleys of a neighborhood where poverty poisons you from the cradle. My mother, sick, had only me... and the debts. That night, they came. They knocked on the door. Three men in black. Not a word, just an envelope, and a chilling phrase: — "Your daughter is still a virgin, isn't she? The boss pays dearly for that." I had no choice. His name was Santino Ricci. Cold. Magnetic. Dangerous. The head of one of the most powerful families in Italy. He looked at me like one looks at precious merchandise. Then he said: — "You will be my wife. No matter how you feel." And I signed my condemnation. This marriage was not a union... but a gilded cage. I learned to survive among snakes. I saw death. I saw blood. I heard the screams of girls who, like me, had been sold. But what they had not anticipated... was that the little broken virgin would eventually bite back.