Dungeon Of Niflheim

BLURB: Where loyalty is a luxury, love is a deadly sin Emma Carter's world is turned upside down when her sister's treacherous actions destroy all she cherishes. She is compelled to wed Luca Moretti, a merciless mafia leader, and finds herself ensnared in a complex web of lies and longing, altering her destiny forever in a world where loyalty can be deadly. As Rexxie's malice escalates, Emma's heart is torn between vengeance and vulnerability. Luca's secrets whisper darkness, yet his touch ignites a forbidden passion. Will Emma succumb to the shadows of her past or risk everything for a future with a man who may destroy her? Dive into a world of twisted loyalty, heart-wrenching betrayal, and intoxicating love."

The New Year was just around the corner. While I was doing a thorough cleaning, I stumbled upon something beneath the couch. It was a damp, used condom, and it still had a faint lipstick stain on the edge. One thing I was sure of was that I didn't use this brand, but the lipstick color? It matched perfectly with my girlfriend Lindsey Stirling's.

Demitri and Becca are inseparable from birth. But when two friends become academic rivals, they may reconsider their bond. Will it last, or will jealousy get the best of them?

Red is always symbolizing love. But for Rose it was never been love. It was blood. Even her name has a red on it. Blood that she hates. If she will have the time to turn back things on, she will never ever tie herself to the man that she once loved. The blood that she doesn’t need is the one that can keep her alive. She doesn’t know that love will going to do its way to get way of the love she thrown at. She doesn’t know that once in her life… Red will always be love and Rose will always be red.

"Didn't he tell you anything about me," She asked. She looked quite ethereal and unreal from where she stood, her baby bump showing so clearly that no one would believe she wasn't pregnant. "I'm pregnant honey and Anthony is responsible," She said again, this time her voice was firm and she looked me in the eyes. How could she be pregnant though? I was also pregnant. ** Vanessa Ives, daughter of a runaway mother and an artist that turned to a life of drugs would do anything she can to get her brother back and help her family. She would even get married to her ex boyfriend just because of his mother. Anthony Thorns, doesn't want a child, doesn't want to get married and wants to stay the heck away from his family and their trouble. But when Vanessa appears in his life again after six years, he has to do what she wants just so she could get what she needed. He just didn't know that it would cost him his sanity.

Rose, a beautiful, abused and neglected wife in her early twenties, tries running from her husband but founds herself in the arms of Blake, a prince in search for a crowned princess. Both hiding their true identity, What would be their fate after discovering their possibility of having one mother

Sebastian Darksky was a very popular singer. He had everything in his life. Money, cars, mansions and luxurious life. But what people didn't know, he wasn't a free man. He was owned by a heartless man who was controlling his life. Sebastian was a gay but he was never allowed to open that secret. He wanted to love someone and wanted to be loved by someone. But he wasn't allowed to have a relationship with a gay.He wanted to run far away and live his life the way he wanted. But it was impossible for him.

"Betrayal is a sin, flower," He murmured near my ears, his arctic orbs whisking the warmth of my flesh against his. A course of harrowing singeing fire drifted down my body from the swell of my breasts to my heated core. My nerves screaming with torturous touch of his skin against mine, I couldn’t think for he had me confine in his arms. Brutally, he swept his tongue under the rim of my ear whilst my breath hitched and my tears become uncontrollable. The blood seeped through the cut I gifted him with as he inflated every bit of my scent I had to offer. His filthy tongue leapt across my lower lip with hellish slowness. The bond tempted me to submit to him. "I do not yearn to hear your cries, Katarina. Worship me with your moans." He commanded and I closed my eyes tightly not wishing to swim in those ocean pools of his. Their intimidating tone of his made me want to submit fully to him, to hand over the reins of my soul in his fists. Tears streamed down my face. "F-Forgive me, Xerxes." I stammer softly unable to face his wrath for I knew he was just playing with me, toying with my emotions before he punish me for deeds I've done. Xerxes cruelly grasped my wrists whilst locking them above my head so he could fully discern my naked flesh. "Forgive you?" He mocked, his eyes holding mine into a captivating grip as he licked his lips. "You let another male touch what belonged to me, tell me, flower, why must you test me like this.” I gulped unable to meet his gaze. He chuckled dryly. “Spread your legs, Katarina. The nectar I’m craving is between your legs.”

My family was attacked by rogue wolves when we entered their territory. My wolf was gravely injured, and in the end, I was the one who saved everyone.
As I collapsed, exhausted, no one came to me—they all ran to my adopted sister, Fiona, fussing over a few shallow scratches.
By the time pack members carried me to the infirmary, the healer delivered the cruel news: my wolf had been struck by a silver dagger, and the one-month-old pup in my womb wouldn’t survive.
Yet my mate, Luke, had given the only life-saving treatment to Fiona. With no other choice, I refused the healer’s remedies and numbed my wolf’s pain with crude herbs—knowing it would only buy us three days before death.
In those last days, I let everything go. I gave Fiona all my possessions and insurance money while my parents smiled in approval. I signed the bond-severing agreement Luke slid across the table without a second thought. Luke was satisfied, believing I was considerate. Kane, my brother, nodded his head when I told him to give my room to Fiona.
Even my son, Jim, squealed with joy when I asked him to call her “mom.” No one questioned why I gave all my belongings to Fiona, and their approving gazes said it all: “Good. The old Emma is back. But as the clock ticked down, one thought haunted me:
When they find our bodies—my wolf and my unborn pup—will that satisfaction turn to regret?

Love has many colours every colour has its own side. Join the journey of our characters to see every shade of loveIts a collection of short stories with many different shades of love