Hannibal Song Opera Novels & Stories

On the day I was supposed to donate my bone marrow, my mother called me. “You’re pretending to be sick again? We’re just asking you to donate some bone marrow. Why are you acting like we want you to die?” My brother agreed. “How could you be so horrible? You owe her this one! Even if she’s asking you to die, it’s because you deserve it!” Even my boyfriend could not hide his anger. “It’s just a bone marrow donation. We’re not asking you to die. How could you be so selfish?” They did not know that I would indeed die if I donated my bone marrow. Since they wanted me to die so much, so be it.

A young woman in love decides to follow the call of a mysterious man to be a canary down in The Mines.She heeds his call, and is thrown headlong into an adventure, finding herself falling in love at sound of the music in The Mines.Will she fall in love with the mysterious man who calls to her? Who runs The Mines?Or will she sell herself for someone else's dreams?

Synopsis for Lycan’s Windsong Born beneath the aurora and blessed by the Moon Goddess, Alora Windsong has always stood apart—white hair, pale eyes, and a voice that can bend emotions with every note she sings. Her bloodline carries a sacred gift, one said to awaken the deepest soulbond when a Windsong meets their fated mate. But Alora’s life is far from charmed. Living under her grandfather’s shadow, cast as the outcast beside her spoiled sister, she’s desperate for freedom and a future of her own. That future shatters the moment she meets Blaise—a powerful, magnetic Lycan who is everything she’s been warned to avoid. The poster child for ‘Bad Boy Biker,’ and he doesn’t belong to her pack. Their fated mate bond is instant, electric, and utterly forbidden. One touch, one kiss, and she knows she can never let him go. Now they are forced into secrecy—stolen moments, hidden nights, passion that blazes hotter than either of them can control. To claim each other openly, they must risk defying her Alpha, her bloodline, and the laws that could tear them apart. But fate doesn’t care about rules. And once a Windsong has sung her mate into her soul, there is no undoing the bond. Forbidden desire. Dangerous secrets. A love written in moonlight and sealed in song. ***Disclaimer: This is an adult erotica romance novel intended for readers 18 and older. It contains explicit sexual content, mature themes, and intense, steamy scenes. Reader discretion is advised.

My mother, Winona Barlowe, who was the medical director at the hospital, decided to let my intern sister, Mia Barlowe, practice her skills by performing a brain tumor surgery on me. I begged my mother to assign another doctor since it was my only chance at survival. She slapped me across the face and cried out, "How did I ever give birth to a selfish girl like you? Mia just started her internship. Can’t you give her the chance to practice?" When I died from the botched surgery, she turned gray overnight.

"I know I'm not the type of girl that you usually go out with. I'm not sexy, I'm not attractive and I'm no fun. I'm plain and boring with no charm at all. The only thing good about me is probably my brain, which everyone finds boring. But I must ask you this..." I took a deep breath and gathered

WARNING: This book contains 18+ content for violence, explicit sexual content, strong language, etc. At 24, Callie had seen her fair share of cruelty in the world and struggled to survive. But it wasn't until her uncle, buried in gambling debt, sold her off to Vincent Baros, the ruthless mafia boss, and ruler of the Ashen City, that Callie fully understood what cruelty and hardship really were. Vin wasn't one to keep toys, but the moment he met Callie he was intrigued. After he took her in as his personal slave, Vin's curiosity turned into something deeper... something stronger. How could a woman keep such an innocent view of the world despite facing its darkness? And how could a cold and broken soul find warmth and love once again? Find out as we dive deeper into Vin and Callie's story in The Mafia's Songbird.

On my birthday, my mother-in-law had barely been wheeled out of surgery when she was rushed straight into the ER again. Then, a newly posted video from an intern went viral. In it, the intern held a scalpel and sliced open my mother-in-law's abdomen, while the surgeon who was supposed to be leading the operation, my husband, was nowhere in sight. 'People say an intern has no business being in the operating room? That's all right. My man, the department head, indulges me.' My husband's coworkers reacted warmly, saying the two of them made quite a pair. I forwarded the video to the hospital director without hesitation. … Before long, my husband called. His breathing came hard and uneven, his voice breaking between words. "I forgot your birthday. Big deal. Did you really have to run to the director and accuse me of breaking hospital rules? I'm done with you and your ridiculous tantrums. Even if my mom takes your side this time, I'm still divorcing you." He hung up before I could say a word. What he didn't know was that his mother would never take my side again. Because the patient who hemorrhaged and died after being operated on by that intern was his mother.

Thanks to a car accident, I've suffered from a severe injury in my head, leaving me with one foot in my grave. My husband, Andrew Rollins who's known for being an extremely talented doctor, serves as my primary surgeon. He conducts a surgery on me that lasts for 18 hours straight just so he can wrench my life from Death's cold fingers. But the first thing I do after I wake up is tell him, "Let's get divorced, Andrew." His eyes become bloodshot immediately. "Tess, I just saved your life, and yet the first thing you want is a divorce? Is it because I've been too busy with my work at the hospital that it cuts down on the time I get to spend with you?" I frown deeply. "It's precisely due to the fact that you've saved me that I must file for a divorce. That's the only way I can help you uphold your title as an extremely talented doctor." My older family members are quick to advise me. "Andrew is such an amazing husband. Not only is he a family man, but he also loves you with all his heart. Why must you insist on getting a divorce? Are you tired of living a great life with Andrew?" Whoever has the gall to advise me will receive a rebuttal from me, no questions asked. "If you think he's such a prized man, you can have him after the divorce." Because of that, everyone is pissed at me. "Go ahead with the divorce, then! You'd better not regret your decision in the future!" I mumble under my breath, "Oh, I regret it alright… I regret not divorcing him sooner."

Seven years ago, my father's adopted daughter, my adopted sister Sophia, caused a hit-and-run while drunk driving. My parents and even my own biological sister tried to persuade me to be her scapegoat. "Sophia's health is fragile. She can't survive prison. Could you take the fall for her?" I refused. However, one night, in the dead of darkness, they handed me over to the police themselves, personally escorting me into the back of a squad car. My fiancé, Salvatore Vitale, the most powerful mafia Don in all of Sicelia, had arranged everything. "Irene," he told me, his voice calm and absolute, "when you get out, I'll marry you. Just endure these seven years." Just like that, the people who were supposed to love me the most, my family and the man I was meant to marry, joined forces to abandon me. I became a criminal without ever committing a crime.

No clue what kind of karma got me stuck with William Wilde as my roommate. College was supposed to be chill, finally some freedom. But with him? It felt like SAT season all over again. I gamed, he hit the books. I went out, he grinded certs. I tried everything to mess with his groove. Then one day, he looked up and went, "Isaac, do you like me?"