Arcana Famiglia Novels & Stories

Bitter. “Safe?” I repeat. “From who?” He rushes toward me. “From him.” Lucian doesn’t move. “Careful.” Damon ignores him. “Come home, Aria. You don’t belong here.” I hold up the folder. “Do you recognize these?” His eyes flicker. “Aria” “Do you recognize my father’s name?” I demand. Silence. “That silence,” I say softly, “tells me everything.” Damon swallows. “My family did what they had to do.”

It could be seen that he didn't care about his daughter's life and death at all. Seeing that the fourth and third families had all failed in one swoop, the second and first families made a tacit agreement to attack together. Paul, Arthur, and Melissa Hermano (Second Family), Domnus, Petronia, and Cefiro Tigranes (First Family) immediately surrounded Rara. They didn't dare to overestimate her anymore and came out with their own ultimate magic. The second family uses water and the first family uses fire. This was a contradictory combination that is impossible to achieve. However, their priority was to defeat her using their ultimate magic.

Amal said as she drove into the house compound I gaped at the house was extremely large, it looked like an extended family house. The beautiful water fountain at the entrance of the house is remarkable "Afraah, are you watching what I’m watching?" "Yes, the house is lovely" "Where am I gonna park" She muttered a bit audible "You can park over there" I pointed at their parking spot "Are you kidding me, I can’t park this car there" "Why?" I instantly asked "Wait a minute, is that Ferrari?"

Mira slightly chuckled and played the piano again in a soft melody called Think of Me from the theatrical soundtrack of The Phantom of the Opera. “Thank you.” Angel kissed the cheek of his mate while listening to the melody that she was playing on the piano. Then took a deep breath before sharing what he could not do earlier. “Okay, Babe, the Reeves family was once a rogue from a very weird pack called Lone Rogues. My great ancestors were merchants but they were capable of protecting and defending themselves. Of course, we inherit it. We’re capable of making things prosper due to our merchant side and when it comes to combat skills, they were inborn.” Angel started sharing the other secret o

I heard a soft chuckle and I turned towards to source and stared daggers at my younger sister Isabella, who was clearly enjoying this whole exchange. Isabella was the pearl of my family and my father doesn't joke with her. She was way too annoying for a sixteen year old to me. I'd admit what happened was my fault entirely but then who cares and in my defense I didn't know the girl was a Riolla. There's a tradition in the Armani family that has been followed from generation to generation. They believed that in order to chose a bride for the heir, there has to be a series of tests and all sorts before a bride will be chosen.

"Alaric thinks it was someone close to the family. Someone who wanted to buy the subsidiaries for pennies." Julian let out a short, dry laugh. "Of course he does. Alaric needs someone to blame because he failed to save Arthur. It’s easier to point a finger at a 'villain' than to admit he wasn't fast enough to stop the bleeding. Is that what he’s telling you in that penthouse? That I’m the bad guy?" "He says he has proof," I said, watching his reaction. Julian leaned forward, his expression shifting into something more paternal, more comforting. He reached across the desk, but I pulled my hand back before he could touch it.

A week before the college entrance exam, my twin brother, Tristan Doyle, runs away with a delinquent. Our parents abandon their massive corporate empire and set out to search for him. I intend to join the search, but a comment abruptly flashes across my vision. "Don't go, Ryan! If you skip the exam too, your family is doomed!" With no other choice, I shoulder the pressure and walk into the exam hall alone. Yet the moment the exams end, my parents return and lock me in the basement. Ten years later, I finally escape, only to discover that Tristan has stolen my identity. He's celebrated as that year's top scorer, gets a degree from a prestigious university, and is even married to my former

I had mixed feelings , seeing my mom getting married was something that I loved and seeing her give me a step father is something that I had always dreamt of and never did I think that it was going to be a reality . My mom took his hands and then spouted the vows the man had asked her to say . It was as if the moon goddess had her hand’s in this , the moon was shining so brightly and the wedding was going on in the pack house . My mom had the biggest and sweetest smile that I could ever think of , I couldn’t imagine what was going through her mind . My mom was the daughter of the Alpha of the creston moon pack , but after she got pregnant at the age of 16 and had me without a mate , my dad r

Sometimes, she wouldn’t let me hold the baby, giving me excuses I couldn’t refute. Something was off about her, but I couldn’t quite place my finger on it. I went back to work after a short maternity leave while Keith and Whitney became the main child caretakers. One day, I enjoyed a nice day off at home when I came across the baby’s health records that Whitney had left out on the table. With nothing better to do, I took a look. There it was, in black and white. The baby’s blood type was AB, an impossibility given that mine was O type and my husband’s A.

“There’s a common denominator.” “The famiglia,” Cat said, covering her pregnant belly, her expression sobering. “You could have been hurt because of me.” “No,” Mama protested. “You did what was expected of you, just as I’m sure Mia did. The alliance isn’t the problem. The problem is other people’s opinion about the alliance.” “Other people?” I asked. “Cartel or famiglia?” Cat shook her head. “It could be either or both. Dario’s been communicating with el Patrόn.” She met Mama’s gaze. “I’m so sorry about Luis. He was a good man.”