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Your support keeps these stories alive. ⚠️ Trigger Warning & Disclaimer This novel, Cage to Cage, is a work of dark mafia romance. It explores dangerous relationships, criminal underworld dynamics, and the fragile line between desire and destruction. Because of the nature of the story, it contains themes that may be distressing, uncomfortable, or triggering for some readers. Please proceed with care and awareness of your own limits. Trigger Warnings The following content appears throughout the story, either directly or through implication: • Physical and emotional abuse – depictions of controlling, manipulative, and harmful behavior.

The last thing Callum saw in his consciousness was an angry Stephen leaping on him, he wrapped him inside his arms and his canines punctured the pulsating vein in his neck. And everything black out. *********** Tabby

The tub is full of lavender and salt in the water like I asked. I kick the door shut behind me. Firstly, my hand. I wrap it fast with gauze from the kit, using my right hand and my mouth to pull the knot tight. I opened the zipper at her back. There was no bullet wound, Thank Goodness. The blood isn’t hers. It’s mine, or Malachi’s, or some poor bastard who got caught in the crossfire. I put her into the tub. The water turns pink instantly because of the blood, then I washed the blood from her hair, under her nails, the curve of her collarbone. She was still unconscious while I bathed her

The right corner of her thin lips twitch up to a smirk, she moves his hand over her lap and takes the glass from his hold. “Nice move,” she comments “Seems like you are thick skinned,” she says, throwing the glass she holds his arm tight with her left hand, she wraps her palm around his index finger and cracks it backwards, Kim’s loud scream fills in the hall when the bone breaks. She instantly does the same to the ring finger and continues with the remaining three fingers.

My fist clenched. "You are right. My life will never be the same after this. I will never be happy again. Killing you won't make me happy as well. You know what would it give me?" I gave him my sweetest venomous smile as I said the last word he would hear from me. "Satisfaction." In this world were cruelty is rampant and justice has many faces, only evil can defeat evil. "The heck is this thing?!" I almost jumped when I heard Lucia beside me. She has finally woken.

I have no idea how many enemies she has so I can't zero down on any suspects! Crimson said in a puzzled voice. "Luckily my men were able to identify one of the masked men through his tattoo, the men belong to the notorious viper mafia gang that terrorises a large part of Shanghai, it would be hard to get a hold on their boss but i will make sure I find out who did this before weekend."

Fighting a group of scraggly Vampire rebels who had no clue what being discreet meant had to be easier than taking out the Rhineharts and Thier dynasty. I did not plan to hurt Amelia, as long as she did not try to stand in my way. She was my mate after all, and she could either come to terms with her new life, or she'd be caught up in the war between I and her family, and if that happened -- I cannot tell if I would be able to restrain my wolf from stealing the very life put of her. Killing one's own mate was called setra, it was the highest form of torture, but I did not mind, I had nothing much to live for. I loved the pain.

There was so much hatred in his eyes that I ended up feeling uncomfortable. “Don't worry, you have suffered enough, and I am here to put your misery to an end” Rose, then went to a small table and grabbed a nail and a hammer from one of the drawers, She went back to the man and put the nail to his forehead, “Rest in peace” she said as she began to hit the nail with her hammer, making it penetrate his forehead. The man let out a loud scream while Rose grinned from ear to ear…

His gaze flicks to me for only a second, but it’s enough for me to see the warning there: Stay back. Luca’s breathing is ragged as he presses his weight into her. His voice is low but shaking when he says, “I should’ve killed you a long time ago.” “But you didn’t,” she hisses back. “You never had it in you.” Her laugh makes my skin crawl. Then there’s a blur of motion—Michal’s hand moving fast, the gleam of a needle—and Mireille’s body jerks once before going limp. Her eyes are still open, her mouth still curled in that smile that doesn’t belong to someone who’s lost. My knees feel weak. I think I might be sick.

“I’m supposed to kill him after he didn’t tell me about the drugs even after bribing him by taking him to his dream destination. But he’s so sexy and good at bed, so how could I kill him?” The green-haired woman pinched the bridge of her nose, wishing that she never answered Knives’s call. Wishing that she just stayed there in her car near Olivia’s condominium with her. Wishing that she never entered the world of crime if she would just end up listening to her rival talk about how sexy the head scientist of her drug supply operation was. “Are you even for real right now?” Dakota asked, exhaustion already evident in her voice as she closed her eyes. “Yeah. I hate how you never told me that he