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In my past life, I used the little one in my womb to force Richard Reynold into marrying me. On the day of our wedding, his beloved, Elise Brie, leaped into the sea, taking her own life. She left behind a letter saying: "True love is no match for power and money. It is my loss." Richard, after learning the news of her death, was unaffected. In fact, he went through our wedding with a smile on his face. However, on the day of our son's third birthday, Richard took us to a diving trip. While 300-feet underwater, he ripped off the tube of our oxygen tanks, drowning me and my son. After my death, my consciousness remained as a spirit. I watched on as he placed my corpse in front of Elise's grave as an offering. He said, "Ellie, I've finally avenged you. I hope this will bring you some peace in your afterlife." Soon after, my vision darkened. When I opened my eyes once more, I realized I was back at the night when I was trying to use our son to force Richard into marriage…

In the underworld littered with only the worst people imaginable, it is very important to know who you can trust and who you can't. Where death is just a breath away and one mistake can cause an all-out war between powerful groups of people, trust is something earned, not given. Eden Maschera, the leader of an organization known as The Aberrants with their signature letter 'A' in all the clubs, restaurants, hotels and everything else they owned, knows this fact. To get where he is, he's had to make many sacrifices. With blood-stained hands, he watched over all the people under him with an iron fist and unwavering ideals. No one knows to be more cautious against other people than him, not after what he's been through. But, all that is thrown out the window when he meets a pretty, naked, black-haired man in a club with who he did not get along instantly. Even though several things happened just in the course of that night. In a world of betrayals, heartbreaks, lies, secrets and death, what will become of the two? Read to find out. Updates every Monday, Wednesday and Friday (GMT+8) P.s. Not my artwork

Delfina Poletti is a twenty-four-year-old woman raised by deeply religious but loving parents. Her faith and view of the world is shattered when her cousin tangles with the wrong crowd, putting their lives into danger. Trading her life for theirs, Delfina marries a mob underboss for the Matrone family, Ercole Muraro,more than fifty years older. When he suddenly dies, Ercole’s family comes out of the woodwork demanding answers Delfina cannot provide. Furio “The CEO” Matrone, is head of the Matrone family mafia. A billionaire in his own right he is tasked by his father to make sure Delfina never reveals the truth behind her marriage contract, even after her husband’s death. Furio twice her age, has been her secret crush since the day they met. While she suffered under Ercole, it was of his godson Furio, Delfina dreamed. Ruggero Rapallino, a billionaire who worked hard to keep his businesses distant from his grandfather’s dirty dealings, is desperate. From the day Ercole Muraro introduced him to Delfina, Ruggero wanted her, secretly lusting after his grandfather’s wife. Finding out the old man left nothing to her in his will he finds himself provided the opportunity to find out more and to insert himself into her life. He wants to be her savior and to right the wrongs he knows the dead man committed. Delfina finds herself torn between a nice guy and the wickedest man she’s ever met. One can give her peace and serenity while the other makes her want to watch the world burn. What’s a girl to do when she has two hot men pounding on her bedroom door? Try them all on for size, of course.

The most powerful Godfather in the mafia underworld—Dante Costello—had an expensive diamond signet ring custom-made to fit my finger perfectly and sent straight to our home. He said that whoever could wear the ring would become the lady of his family. The Monroe family had long since fallen from grace. All that remained were four women. On ordinary days, we fought endlessly, tearing each other apart. Every single one of us wanted to marry Dante because marrying him meant preserving a life of dignity and comfort. In the first life, the fake heiress, Blair, secretly had the ring resized smaller and married into the family. Dante took one look at her, then had her thrown into the river to drown. “Not her.” In the second life, my cousin, Chloe, underwent plastic surgery to alter her fingers and force the ring on. Dante gifted her a staged car accident. “Still not her.” In the third life, my stepmother, Catherine, clenched her teeth and forced the ring onto her finger. Her blood hadn’t even dried when she married Dante. He coldly slashed her face, then locked her in the basement, where she slowly wasted away until death. By the fourth life, all three of them were terrified. None of them dared to marry him anymore, so they hurriedly pushed me forward instead. I put on the ring. This time, the size was perfect. Just when I thought my good days had finally begun, Dante stabbed me to death on our wedding night, his eyes burning red with madness. After my rebirth, the consigliere of the Dante family delivered the ring once again. This time, all four of us avoided it like the plague.

O'Connell is an Irish Nigerian kid, who becomes aware of the fact that he's gay when he figures he's into Jeremy, a classmate of his. Being fat and quiet, he gets easily picked on and bullied at school. But there is a tad of happiness he has, because Jeremy, the Golden boy of the school, is nice to him. However, O'Connell gets rejected and mocked for being gay, by Jeremy who claims he is straight, after O'Connell's feelings for him were made obvious on a letter that he had crumpled into a ball. This triggers O'Connell who became dejected and broken, to leave. Also made him to realize that, the best revenge is self improvement. He returns some years later, with a Greek god kind of body, accompanied with a very big ego. Looking the exact opposite of the way he was, before. And discovers hidden secrets about his long time crush, Jeremy. And when he becomes certain that things are working in his favor, they take a sullen turn. He meets with new people, discovers more about gay love, gets heartbroken, and tries to mend his heart. ***A coming of age story***

To my girlies who CRAVE the dark things, OBSESS over trigger warnings and YEARN for the explicit contents. Welcome to Mooncrust Academy. Anna, a cursed omega with an unknown origin. The only omega in an academy exclusive to werewolves with Alpha's blood, certainly the moon goddess must have made a mistake sending her a letter of admission. She's a weak omega bullied by all. She never thought she would see him again. Jace. Her childhood crush. Her rejected Alpha mate.  But three years later, here they are... Jace, an Alpha with uncontrollable bloodlust. He is the youngest and most powerful alpha in the west region. He is broken and burned with demons from his past; the only thing that will satisfy his quest is to bring Anna down to her knees, hopeless, helpless, and horny, and finally tortoure her for the death of his father.  What if guilty pleasures and attaining knowlegde is not the only thing going on in the Academy? What if there are demons lurking in the dark shadows of Mooncrust halls offering sexual pleasures and physical strength to students in exchange for their souls. Slowly and secretly building an army of possessed werewolves to destroy the werewolf realm forever, who will stop these forces?

“You shouldn’t have come here, little human.” Alpha Kael growls. “You’re going to ruin everything.” …………………… Aria’s life shatters overnight when a mysterious letter drags her to an academy that admits only supernatural beings and marks her as an Omega—the weakest of them all. Now Four powerful men seem to want something from her. The worst of them all is Her Fated Alpha Mate who calls her weak and will do anything possible to unbind himself from her.  “Do you know why I warned you to leave here?” Aria blinked dragging her eyes away from his muscular chest, “because it’s dangerous for me and I will be carried away in a body bag.” “That’s one.” His lips curves into a smile, “the second thing you should fear is…” His palm settled on her breast and squeezed, she moaned, leaning into his touch…..she wanted more. “Leave Aria or I promise you—you’re going to end up in my bed….. “And I and my wolf will split your fragile human body into two.”

July 10, 0250 This will be the journal entry I will ever write, this journal will only one I own and it is going to be in hiding as well. Only the child of the zodiac sisters can read this and Stacy told me that the child of the fourth older within the zodiac signs is the only one, who understands Everwood. The Everwood on the island and put this journal with the other. So if you are the child of the fourth older zodiac sisters, I trust you with the journal of unfinished tales and the handbook that the darkness hunter gave me. So if anyone reading this, copy this letter down and give it to the darkness for me. To the folk reading this, .... ... -The eight child of the zodiac sister, Scorpio __________________________________________________________ This is book 1 of my main book serial, The curse of the iron rose. Read the story to find out what the curse of the iron rose is about. When the zoidac sisters are all dead killed by the darkness and their no light in the land. When the darkness take over with no guardian left in the land but for one under the darkness nose. After Stacy death, the sign and power off Scorpio is the first one to come back to Everwood. The new journal of the zodiac signs, have start once again. Read to found out what happen in the curse of the iron rose.

“I am the father of the child”, Azar spoke up, “but she will not live, she must die” Ignis looked at him with anger, “You! You are to take after me as the oldest yet you are the one causing me pain. That girl will not die! She is carrying the child of a royal Draego. No one will touch her and she must come here”. “Ignis, you have to understand that, that human will be his weakness and he needs strength”, the empress replied. Edgan and Zayn turned to Azar, they were trying to think of any human girl they saw him with. Ignis turned to his wife to reply to her, “If you read that letter, you’d see that her father is about to sell her off through a marriage alliance to the Slavcan prince, do you want Azar’s child to grow with the Slavcans?” *********************** Kaliyah had caused quite an uproar among the Draegos as she was a human carrying the child of a royal dragon. This child was her saving grace from the hands of the brutal Slavcans and a call to her destiny as the bride of the royal dragon. As the warrior princess that she was, she fought for peace in her time and helped grow her kingdom with the help of the dragons.

Shortly after we said "I do," the Family sent my husband, Dario, down to the Mexican border. He told me it was a meat grinder down there—cartel territory. where guys were zipped into body bags every day. He said he had to go—to expand the territory, for the glory of the Family. He claimed it was too dangerous and that his enemies would paint a target on my back, so he wouldn't take me with him. I believed him. I stayed behind in his old, rot-infested house in New Jersey, taking care of his bitter, spiteful parents. I spent my days and nights in the Family's moldy laundromat, washing bills stained with blood. He told me he sent every dime he made down there to the widow of a brother who took a bullet for him. He asked me to be understanding. I never complained. Day after day, I pressed expensive suits in that humid laundromat, waiting for him to come home. It wasn't until the eighth year that a mobster came back drunk. When I asked about Dario, he froze, then sneered at me through a haze of alcohol. "Dario? Are you kidding? He’s been a King in Manhattan for years. He’s the youngest Underboss of the Corleone family." I stood frozen, the iron in my hand burning a hole right through a shirt. "And he got married seven years ago. Biggest cathedral in New Jersey. Half the mob was there to toast the groom..." He pulled a crumpled photo from his leather jacket. Snuggled up against my husband was a woman in a high-end couture gown—the very same "poor, widowed sister-in-law" he had told me about. The next day, I contacted a fixer who specialized in fake IDs. On the application for a one-way ticket to Europe—a ticket to vanish off the face of the earth—I filled in the fake name I had prepared long ago. He trapped me for seven years with a sham marriage. From now on, I’d be done with this damn loyalty.