Dead Man's Blood Supernatural

When the mafia heir, Marco Gallante, barged into the family vault with his mistress, I was standing before the Virgin Mary statue, cross-checking bloodstained ledgers. Fiore Albero cowered behind him, pointing at the ledgers in my hands and shrieking, "Marco, I'm scared..." I did not even bother looking up, just flicked the ash off my cigar. However, Marco kicked the desk over with one swift boot. "Chiara Moltisanti, Fiore can't stand the sight of all this blood and violence. Sign the divorce papers, now!" I stared at the mess scattered across the floor, thinking back to the pregnancy report the family doctor had handed me just ten minutes ago. The Gallante bloodline was dying out in this generation. Ever since the eldest son, Luca Gallante, died in that accident, Marco became the sole heir. The Don, Carmine Gallante, dreamed of nothing more than a legitimate boy of pure blood to carry on the family name and glory. So, I smiled, bright and sharp, with unmistakable mockery. "Perfect. Since you want true love, then the Don's throne will never be yours." Besides, I never wanted Marco, that useless fool. What I wanted was the Gallante empire, a mafia dynasty spanning three continents with 100 years of roots, and the control that left him with nowhere to run and no legs to stand on. This time, I would cut him out completely, keep the bloodline, and sit at the head of the family.

Chase Grimm's aide-de-camp sent me a screenshot of an Instagram Live status. Guess who it came from. His new secretary. She was showing off a meticulously prepared lunch from a lunchbox. My handiwork, no less. I made it for him. The caption read: [He's a dark, cold CEO… and a shiny knight who saved a hungry princess with a gastric problem from eating mac 'n' cheese again!] Chase almost never posted on Instagram. Yet there he was, sharing a photo of a cup of ridiculously spicy mac 'n' cheese, captioned: [I have missed this.] The nerve of this prick. Then my mother-in-law sent an entirely unsolicited text: [What the heck were you doing?! You're supposed to make him a proper lunch! He can't stand spicy food!] After all that, I decided to call a supermarket. "Hi! I'd like to order 100 cups of instant super-spicy mac 'n' cheese and have them delivered to Grimm Co. Please and thank you." "Ain't I generous?"

Forbidden to be together... Destined to never part... Sorceress Astasha only ever wanted a simple life. Now, she finds herself in the service of the King as his Royal Fire Witch, and in love with the heir to the throne, his son, Calder. But their love is forbidden, and when a demon threatens to destroy everything she holds dear, she must use the fire within to save her Prince and his kingdom. Fated to be entangled in a dangerous plot, will their light prevail, or will they fall into darkness?

Under the blood moon’s sinister glow, a forbidden love ignites. For centuries, the Nightshade clan has lived under a devastating curse, condemned to eternal torment and forbidden to love. The only hope for salvation lies in a mortal whose blood can break the chains of their doom. But no mortal has ever survived the curse’s wrath—until Aria. Aria is no ordinary woman. Haunted by fragments of a forgotten past and drawn to the shadows of the night, she stumbles upon Valen, a brooding and dangerous vampire whose touch awakens a power buried deep within her. Their meeting sets a deadly prophecy into motion, one that ties Aria’s fate to the cursed clan and the blood moon’s rising. As enemies close in from all sides and ancient rivalries resurface, Aria and Valen must navigate a treacherous path of secrets, betrayals, and undeniable desire. But with the blood moon looming, time is running out. If the curse isn’t broken, Valen’s clan will fall—and Aria may lose more than her heart. Will their love conquer the curse, or will it doom them both forever? Blood Moon’s Curse is a spellbinding tale of forbidden passion, dark secrets, and the deadly power of destiny. Perfect for fans of intense romance and thrilling fantasy, this story will leave you breathless and craving more.

My husband, Don Axel Thorne, died protecting me in a mob war. I was his widow for six years, until I turned thirty. The old guard of the Family told me it was time to move on. My friends told me to let him go. Even in my dreams, his bloody hands would cup my face, begging me to live again. So I agreed to an arranged marriage. But first, I went to his grave for one last goodbye. I’d just left the cemetery when a post appeared in my feed. [Thanks, hubby, for the six-year anniversary gift! A fifty-million-dollar penthouse in Miami!] My blood ran cold. My hands shook. The phone nearly slipped from my grip. In the photo, the man I buried six years ago was slipping a massive diamond onto another woman's finger. The background was a lavish penthouse. His style. I put my people on it. We had the location in minutes. Drove straight there. I knocked, the door opened, and I froze. The woman standing there was Seraphina. His adoptive sister. The one the Family exiled six years ago for her obsession with him.

Luna Roja Villacencio thought she was living a normal life, until the blood moon on her eighteenth year's existence changed her entire belief in life. Little by little, piece by piece, the questions about her life have been answered in the most cruel and confusing way. How could she live normally, if she, herself, was not normal at all? Could she still do her best to live despite all the obscures that are obscured by the people she trusted the most?

Lyanna lives a normal life running her bar. She was adopted and never knew her real parents. After taking an ancestry test, strange results appear, and soon after, a group of shifters tries to kill her because of her bloodline. Leo is a shifter pack member, who finds her seriously hurt. But to his surprise, he feels connected to her through her scent. His wolf says: "She is my mate.” While enemies are looking for her and pack trouble increases, Leo must protect Lyanna and discover who she really is, even if it will lead to a war. Can Leo keep Lyanna safe and discover the truth about her past before her enemies find her again? Or will her hidden bloodline start a war that will change everything? Find out in this story!

For ten years, I was Vincent's blood bag and his sharpest blade. I offered my rare blood to sustain his ancient power. I offered my loyalty to secure his throne as the Vampire Lord of this territory. I thought my devotion might earn me the eternal embrace of the turning. Instead, I received the announcement of his marriage to Lilith. A princess from a powerful European vampire clan. He said it was a necessary alliance. He said my blood was still precious. But when the sanctified silver tearing through the car,he used my body as a shield, to ensure his bride remained unblemished. That's when I knew. I was never his lover. I was just a consumable resource, a blood bag to be used and discarded. So, when I was ordered to become his blood servant under the title of his fiancée, I made a call to my father. “In seven days,” I said, my voice clear and final in the dark, “make the name Elena Rossi disappear from this city. From vampire’s world. Forever.” In seven days, when Vincent finds his precious living blood bank gone, he went insane. And this decade-long game of predator and prey… will have a new set of rules.

(COMPLETED)Alexis De Luca can't remember anything in her past. All she knows is that she lives in the streets alone, and nowhere to go when she was very young.Later in life, adopted by a married couple and took care of her. Although by the age of 21, her adopted parents became broke and weren't able to provide for her studies any longer.To cope with the financial losses, her adopted parents decided for Alexis to apply for the particular house they've seen hiring for a live-in house maid position, at least until she graduated.What would she do when strange things started happening, within the house she started living in?Would she be able to remember everything? Will she be safe?PS. Don't be afraid to criticize my work. I want to know your comments about my work for me to improve more. Thank you.Date Created: May 7, 2020

I am a doctor who specializes in treating infertility. People liked to joke and call me the "Life-Bringer." By day, I worked at the hospital, handling the toughest, most puzzling cases. By night, I used something called the Spirit Bride Rite, a long-lost ritual from ancient times to preserve a man's ability to have children, even after he had just passed. It was a method that went against nature and drained me dry, so I didn't take just any job. I worked for the wealthy. My starting fee was 600 thousand dollars. That day, I had barely taken a sip of champagne at a client's grandson's baby shower before an urgent request came in. If I counted right, this would be my 17th husband.