5 Mafia Brothers And Their Lost Princess

5 Filles 1garçon 5 filles qui va se battre pour un garçon Une histoire très romantique , venez vivre ce combat chez Allyno le Genie

What happens when you fall for the wrong brother? Nicole’s safe relationship with Liam begins to shatter after a forbidden encounter with his dangerous brother, Adrian, the same man who stole Liam’s CEO position and became his sworn enemy. What starts as guilt turns into haunting desire as Adrian becomes obsessed with her, refusing to let her go. Caught between loyalty and temptation, Nicole is pulled into a ruthless game of power, betrayal, and forbidden passion where loving either of the brothers could destroy them all.

Lacia la Midford adalah seorang putri, namun ia ditakuti dan dikucilkan karena racun di dalam tubuhnya. orang-orang menyebutnya sebagai Putri Racun. Keluarganya membenci dan juga mengabaikannya. Semua orang mengasingkan Lacia layaknya putri terbuang.Puncaknya ketika Lacia memutuskan untuk terjun dari tebing ketika pasukan kerajaannya sendiri memburunya untuk dibunuh. Sakit hati karena perlakuan yang ia terima selama ini membuat Lacia mengubah identitas dan penampilannya. Ia pun menemukan keluarga baru yang lebih menerimanya dibandingkan kerajaannya dahulu. Semua berjalan lancar, hingga akhirnya di sebuah pesta, kakaknya, Lucius la Midford, melihatnya. Lucius meminta bahkan memaksa Lacia untuk kembali ke kerajaan, yang jelas ditolak tegas oleh Lacia. Ia tidak mau lagi merasakan penderitaan yang sama bila kembali ke kerajaannya.Namun, ketika Lacia tahu apa yang menyebabkan Lucius begitu memaksanya untuk kembali ke kerajaannya sendiri, Lacia yakin, bahwa apa yang ia lakukan sekarang adalah hal yang tepat.“Hidupku dulu lebih rumit dari strategi perang, dan ketika aku mendapatkan kebebasan dalam hidup, kau datang dan membual ingin menikahiku. Kau pikir dirimu siapa?” –Lacia la Midford/Leia Vertensia“Kalau bukan karena kaulah pemegang utama tahta kerajaan, aku tidak akan memintamu untuk pulang. Aku membencimu, karena racun yang ada di tubuhmu itu seharusnya menjadi milikku.” –Lucius la Midford“Berani menyentuh Leia, kau akan berurusan denganku. Leia tidak akan kuserahkan pada lelaki pengecut sepertimu.” –Mikail Jester

Skye Evanore Reoch isn't your normal princess. She's a soul collecting reaper that discovers she's part of a much bigger prophecy involving the elves. Will she allow fate to run its course or will love come to interfere, creating a choice she must decide upon?

Agnia, Gadis berusia empat belas tahun yang menemukan mata menjadi merah. Ramalan mengatakan anak-anak bermata merah harus dimusnahkan agar dewa kehancuran tidak balik lagi. Menyembunyikan bola mata, orang tua Agnia mengajarkan sihir kuno terlarang merubah bentuk manusia. Tanpa orang tua sadari, Agnia asli sudah mati, diganti oleh jiwa yang baru. Agnia belum menyadari, bola mata merah membawa takdir tidak pernah dipikirkan oleh siapapun.

Apa jadinya Aktris terkenal bernama Kanaya Tabitha yang mati dibunuh sahabat dan pacarnya sendiri berpindah dunia dan menjadi seorang putri Duke terlantar? Kanaya sungguh tidak mengerti, seharusnya ia berada dialam baka dengan tenang. Mengapa ia harus merasakan sakitnya hidup sebagai manusia lagi? Dan gilanya, mengapa ia harus hidup sebagai Adella sang putri terlantar yang bahkan tidak pernah mendapatkan cinta.

A story of a princess from a native tribe who chose to end the war by giving her hand for a marriage to a prince, an enemy of the tribe, who vowed to destroy her the moment she will set foot his kingdom...

I was born to be extraordinary, meant to be a powerful force among all creatures. Born to three hybrid werewolves I should have been more powerful and more magical than any creature on this earth. But I am not. My wolf's fur is silver, but I do not possess any of the abilities of a silver wolf. My witch heritage should have been enough for my powers to manifest naturally but they have not. I am nothing more than ordinary. An ordinary disappointment to family. I am a wolf with no abilities and a human with a smart mouth that gets me into nothing but trouble. Instead of continuing to disappoint my family I ran, and unknowingly, I ran right into the arms of my mate.

I'm the daughter of Don Falcone. After I got back from studying abroad, my family threw a welcome-home banquet, conveniently setting me up to meet the fiancé my father had handpicked for me—Santino Moretti. My father praised the guy to the skies in his letters: he was the heir to the Moretti family, elegant, ruthless, drop-dead gorgeous, and holding half the city’s underground operations in the palm of his hand. I arrived at the Elysium Hotel right on the dot. Just as I was about to take a seat, a hand shoved me hard. A woman's shrill voice pierced my ear. "Livia, what's a Sicilian peasant like you doing here? This is the Imperial Suite. Do you think you even deserve to breathe the air in a place like this?" I recognized the woman. It was Bella, a bitch who had always had it out for me back in college. She was clearly trying to humiliate me. Instead of getting mad, I smirked. "Whether I deserve to be here or not—is that for you to decide?" Bella sneered, crossing her arms over her chest. "I'm Mr. Santino's personal assistant. Today, Mr. Santino is hosting the eldest daughter of the Falcone family here. This isn't an occasion for bottom-feeding trash like you." "Be smart and crawl back to your slum." I pulled out my phone and dialed my so-called fiancé. I wanted to ask him if it was a tradition in the Moretti family to let their dogs bark at the front door.

My father found me too rebellious, so he gave me to Marco, tasking him with making a lady out of me. To the outside world, Macro was the ruthless boss to a Mafia empire, but to me, he was just a man with a perpetually stern face. I tried everything to defy him. I smashed his car. Then I swapped his PPT for the lowbrow stand-up he hated most. And he opened it during a company meeting. Yet, every rebellion ended the same. He cornered me, his massive frame dominating mine on the silk sheets of his king-sized bed, the polished oak of his desk, or the leather confines of the car's backseat. His hot skin against mine, his fingers tracing fire along my curves. He moved with a primal hunger that left me breathless. My body arched in unwilling ecstasy, in a dance of punishing pleasure, until my fight dissolved into moans, my will shattered under his relentless claim. I fell for him hard, convinced this was love, and he was the beacon of my dark world. But the truth shattered me: it was all a calculated game to tame me, to stop my war with my sister Karen. My guiding light went out, or maybe it never existed at all. So I became a good girl. I stopped fighting back. He thought he had me tamed, chained to his will. But in the end, I slipped free, leaving him alone with his shattered heart.