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In a world ruled by blood and betrayal, love was never meant to be her destiny — it was her weapon. At twenty, Lidia Moretti thought she had already faced the worst life could offer — losing her mother young, enduring her aunt’s cruelty, and surviving years of silence. But when her uncle trades her to the most feared mafia boss in Italy, her life takes a turn darker than her nightmares. Bruno DeLuca, known as The Ice King, built his empire on control, vengeance, and an oath never to feel again. Women feared him. Men obeyed him. Love was a weakness he buried long ago. Until Lidia walked into his home — fragile, defiant, and utterly forbidden. What begins as a cruel arrangement turns into something dangerously intoxicating. Bruno can’t stay away from her. Lidia can’t escape him. Their worlds collide in a storm of passion, lies, and unspoken truths. But behind the walls of luxury and lust lies a deadly secret — one that ties them both to a past soaked in blood. When Lidia discovers she is the missing daughter of the mafia godfather, and Bruno learns he is the bastard son of his greatest enemy, their love becomes a war that could destroy the entire underworld. In a life built on oaths, one will break to protect her… and the other will burn everything to avenge her. She was sold as a pawn. He made her his queen. Together, they’ll rewrite the laws of power, loyalty, and love. “The King’s Broken Oath” is a dark, romantic, and emotionally charged mafia saga — where passion is dangerous, vengeance is seductive, and love is the deadliest game of all.

After always doing the right thing and setting the proper example for her sisters, Elena  has now decided that enough is enough and has ended her relationship with her cheating fiancé. After confronting Ramsey at the airport as he was travelling  with Catalina, his personal assistant, she informed him that the relationship is no longer going to work. She wakes up not remembering the night before or why she is in her pants in a strange man's bed with no memories of the night before. Ramsey, of course, believes that she would simply fall back in line, but this time she is not. After a brief journey to San Luis, she wakes up not remembering the night before. In the instance of Elena, it was a matter of crawling away from the situation, but it appears like running away is the best alternative. The events that take place after that are a fast-paced, action-packed adventure, as well as the learning of a mysterious and accidental  marriage. It was not Justine’s intention to fall in love; the only thing that mattered to him was locating the girl he considered to be his younger sister, Thessy, and putting his aunt's mind at ease. Elena was not someone he had any intention of crossing paths with. After witnessing her humiliating descent from his penthouse apartment and coming to the realisation that he had been drugged, he was under the impression that she was working with the individual whom he considers to be responsible for Thessy's disappearance. However, as snippets from the previous night gradually manifest themselves and a marriage certificate is brought to light, he finds himself with a wife he never anticipated, and he finds himself suddenly experiencing feelings and love for her.

After six years by Archie Valez’s side, everything changed when his uncle died—and Archie took over the family legacy… and with it, the responsibility of caring for his “young” aunt, Betty Cruz, whose age was practically the same as Archie’s. Still, whatever Betty wanted, Archie delivered. I just never thought it would include a baby. Betty said she wanted a baby with the Valez bloodline. And with the uncle gone, Archie was the only one left to do the job. So he gave her that, too. “Just wait a little longer,” he would say to me, “Sabrina. As soon as she’s pregnant.” What started as once a month turned into once a week… Then it became a nightly routine. Of almost eight months that we lived in New York, Archie went to Betty over a hundred times. And she finally got pregnant. Shortly after, the Valez family announced that Archie would be marrying Betty. “Mommy,” my daughter asked softly, climbing onto the couch beside me. Elly—our Elly. My Elly. The daughter Archie never had time for. “Is someone getting married?” I held her close and kissed her hair. “Yes, sweetheart. Daddy’s finally marrying the love of his life.” Elly blinked at the screen. “But what about us?” I smiled. “We’re going home, baby,” I whispered in her ear. Archie forgot that I was Sabrina Marcellus. And the Marcellus women didn’t beg for rings. And certainly not love after betrayal.

Late at night, when I think I'm alone, I feel his breath on the side of my face, and I know--he's watching me. Ever since I moved into this ancient mansion to take care of my sick aunt, I've been experiencing strange things. When I discover she has a boarder, a mysterious, sexy artist who lives on the third floor, I think some of that is explained. The bumps in the night. The whispers from the shadows. But once Dalton and I are properly introduced, the strange occurrences don't stop. If anything, they are amplified. When I close my eyes at night, it's his face I see. It's his hands I feel. It's his lips I taste. The more I get to know him, the more I realize I don't know him at all. Dalton's not the kind of man that buys a woman flowers and makes her feel all warm and fuzzy. No, he's the kind of man your mama would tell you to run from. Cold. Dangerous. Complex. And now that he wants me, I learn he is more than that. Possessive. Controlling. Diabolical. I should leave this place before it's too late, but I know I can't. Whatever it is that's sunk it's fangs into him, it has me, too. He has me, too. For better or worse. 'Til death... Whispers of the Devil is a dark romance which some readers may find disturbing. Proceed with caution.

Mason Grady has it all. At 21-years-old, he is popular, handsome, and when he graduates from the Star Academy, a werewolf college based in New Hampshire, he will be the Alpha of a large pack. Asha Martin has lost everything. When she was seven, she watched her mother, a rogue werewolf, get killed by a mysterious creature in the New England forests. Now, at 19-years-old, she lives in London, with her aunt, and has no ties to the place where she was born. Until a letter from her deceased mother arrives. This mysterious letter steers Asha to the Star Academy, and that is where she meets the enigmatic and charismatic Mason Grady, who is convinced that he has met Asha before. Mason and Asha grow closer and closer as Asha tries to unravel the secrets of her mother’s death, while Mason tries to figure out what Asha means to him, and why she’s so important to him. As Asha digs deeper into her own past, and her mother’s past, she’ll learn that her past and future is deeply intertwined with that of the Star Academy and Mason’s pack. Danger lurks around every corner as Asha’s investigations uncover the truth of the past, and Mason is determined to protect Asha from whatever comes out of the dark, even if he has to protect her from his own pack. What will Asha do when she learns the real truth behind her mother’s death? And will Mason still become Alpha after they uncover the truth? And how will the two young lovers handle it when the ultimate danger comes at them, searching for blood?

When I went to register my son, Cody Vantor, for medical insurance before his first year of kindergarten, I was told I wasn’t his biological mother. "Are you sure this is your child? The system shows a different woman listed as the mother." I said nothing. I quietly snapped a photo of the unfamiliar home address, then followed it to the neighboring complex. When he saw me, my husband, Dorian Vantor, froze. His hand instinctively moved to block the doorway. "So you found out. But making a scene won’t change anything. I haven’t treated you badly these past three years." I looked past him, and my body went cold. The woman behind him was my younger sister, Summer Walsh, fresh out of college. She handed him a glass of water and gave me an apologetic smile. "Don’t blame me, Lennie. The doctor said I have postpartum depression. I can’t handle hearing a baby cry. Thank you for raising Cody for me all these years. I really am grateful." Just then, Cody, who had been waiting in the car downstairs, ran up. He rushed into Summer’s arms like it was second nature, then turned to look at me. "Aunt Lenora, don’t cry. Mommy said you’re a good person. That’s why she asked you to help. Daddy said if I behave and call you ‘Mom’ at your house, I can come back on weekends to see my real Mommy."

⚠️*WARNING: 18+ Explicit Content “Come here,” he commanded, voice low and rough. Her legs moved before her mind could protest. In seconds his mouth was on her breast, hot and demanding, while two thick fingers thrust deep inside her, drawing out a slick, shameful rush of need. He pulled her onto his lap, ripped her panties aside, and drove into her with one savage stroke—stretching, claiming, ruining her in the dark. Jessy clung to his shoulders, gasping, moaning, breaking apart as pleasure tore through her like fire. He fucked her harder, deeper, whispering filthy praises against her skin until she shattered around him. With a guttural groan, he buried himself to the hilt and filled her with pulse after pulse of hot cum. Still joined, his cock twitching inside her, he brushed damp strands of hair from her tear-streaked face and smirked. “Now tell me your name again… Jessy.” Footsteps clicked down the marble hallway. “Jessy? Sweetheart, I’m home.” Her aunt’s voice—warm, loving, and far too close. Terror and forbidden desire twisted in Jessy’s chest as she sat there naked, impaled on the man who was never a stranger. His cum was still leaking down her thighs when he flexed his hips, pushing deeper, and whispered hot against her ear, “Be very quiet, little girl. Wouldn’t want Mommy to discover how hard her precious girl just came on a stranger's cock.”

On my wedding day, I got into a car accident and lost the baby I was carrying. My fiancé, Rowan, vanished without a word. All he left behind was a marriage certificate posted in the family group chat, showing that he had married my father’s illegitimate daughter. When I confronted him, he looked completely indifferent. “Tara is sick. She needs your placenta as medicine. I’ll marry you once she’s better.” Everyone thought I would react like I always did. I would be hurt at first before becoming numb and eventually just accepting it. After all, I loved Rowan that much. However, the very night the wedding was called off, I agreed to the marriage my uncle had arranged and left the country. I married my ex-boyfriend’s uncle. Five years later, my husband accompanied me back home to visit my mother’s grave. Something suddenly came up for him, so he asked his useless nephew to host a welcome banquet for me instead. At the entrance of the estate, Rowan stood there holding a sign that read: [Welcome home, Aunt!] The moment he saw me, his gaze burned, but his tone was cold. “So, have you finally come to your senses after all that drama? I’ll give you another chance. Come back to me. Tara doesn’t want to have children. You can do IVF for her.”

Rachel Lloyd had been by William Lewis' side since she was eighteen. One day, after an accident, she finally regained her hearing, which she had previously lost while saving his life. She couldn't wait to share the good news with him. But when she arrived, she found him holding his first love in his arms and whispering sweet nothings to her. William always knew Rachel loved him deeply—to the point she would give her life for him. She never got angry and never asked for much. But this time, instead of quietly staying by his side, she simply signed a non-disclosure agreement. And when the time came, she completely disappeared from his world. When William first heard that Rachel had vanished, he laughed it off. "She'll be back within a week." But a week passed. Then, a month. Then, three months. And still, Rachel didn't return. Now, as panic set in, William searched for her like a madman. For the first time in his proud, arrogant life, he humbled himself and begged, "Rachel, stop this. It's been long enough." Later, he added, "Come home. I'll give you whatever you want." And finally, he said, "If I were dying… would you at least come say goodbye?" When they met again, he was on his knees. His eyes were red-rimmed as he held out a teacup. "Please have some tea... Aunt Rachel."

'Zsystem' is where I found myself as the sole survivor of the apocalypse. The system is supposed to be my mother's "in sample" antidote to cure the virus. She was a mad scientist of the base where uninfected humans habitats to survive from the outer world. While she is burying herself with works, I decided to be the useless child and the only one she has. Isn't it amusing! Being treated as the daughter of a crazy woman who is obsessed with antidotes. Even after failing hundreds and thousands of times. She should know my well-being but she didn't. No matter how much of a genius I am, it's worthless! I am still garbage in her eyes...! I tried so hard to make her proud but all she cares about is the antidotes and saving humanity! She even left me under my aunt's care. Not looking back even once...! Well, that is what I thought before the zombies conquer the base and being forced to drink a certain red liquid which is the antidote! Alast, being thrown into a foreign system. ________________________________________________________________________ From the useless garbage to the only human that holds the opportunity to change the world. Will Ava overcome the mission to level up and obtain the honour of saving the people she loves? Or will she abandon it and faced a wrongful death? ___________________________________________ Author: Thank you for reading The Zombie's Leveling... And please share my story with others... To be honest it's not scary at all! This story is more to fantasy because... I want to, so don't complain people.... I will try to update every Saturday so that I will not just do whenever I want...:O And whoever reads this... Do support my work if you like it.