Romans & histoires Holy Rome Hetalia

Everyone knew that the future Don of the Jenco family, Evan Jenco, had a childhood sweetheart. They were in love with each other and made a promise in front of the Holy Mother that they would be together forever. That was until Evan started suffering from a strange ailment, where he would forget about the woman he loved every three years. Nancy endured humiliation and torture because of this, but she chose to forgive Evan again and again because he was innocent. However, she later found out that the so-called amnesia he had was nothing but deceit. The man she loved was the mastermind behind everything. Nancy accepted another man into her life on the day she found out the truth. She pointed her polished gun at Evan's head and said, "No man can hurt me and think he can get away with it, Evan, and that includes you."

I belonged to the Devil, only it wasn't emblazoned on my forehead. ***Desperate times calls for desperate measures as they always say. When 10-year-old Ruby Davies accidentally kills her mom in a freak accident, she's totally terrified and torn.What was a ten year old to do in such a situation?That was exactly what the Devil banked upon when he swooped in as the hero, the savior, ready to bring back her mother only for a seemingly small price which little Ruby eagerly pays. Giving up her soul seemed like a wise decision at the time.Eight long years later, with a condemned life banned from all holy contacts and soul forever destined to perish in eternal fire and torment, Ruby wants absolutely nothing to do the lying soul thief.Until he comes once again with an irresistible offer only the biggest of fools would refuse...

Barbara always gets what she wants except for one thing, freedom. She must not leave the house alone without being accompanied by at least one of her parents.Like a child.On the other hand, everything changed after she met Saga who claimed to be a vampire.Barbara is a wolvire, a crossbreed between wolf-shifters and vampires. However, that is not what makes it bad.She has holy blood targeted by some who are oriented towards evil. One of them is the Cursed.Will Barbara manage to escape or even hide from him? Will she manage to keep herself from being controlled by the devil to summon darkness?One day in a city in Indonesia, chaos struck. Darkness hung in the sky and seemed to be fog in the air. What is wrong? Is it related to Barbara?__________________________A gift is a gift.What makes it a curse is the apparent human desire for dark power. Fight, or all will be destroyed._____________________________Chapter "A" for first-person narrative (I)Chapter "B" for third-person narrative (he/she)Chapter "AB" for narrative in two points of view at once (I, he/she)

"I need you to get the out of my presence!" Lorena screamed, her whole body trembling with rage. Makris chuckled. "You swear you hate me Lorena, but your eyes tell a different tale. Your body responds to my presence with the promise of the most sinful pleasures of life. I know you loved him once Emerald, but he's your past. I my dear, I am your future." The glamorous Lorena Cicero is a tempting heiress from the most delicate home in Rome. If Rome has a royal family, it is the Cicero's. She has the face of an angel, but the brains of a demon. The previous year, her elder sister Verona Cicero was forced into an arranged marriage to the duke by their absurd father. This year, it is Lorena's turn to be forced Into an arranged marriage willed with a contract to the heir of the most powerful Greek businessman from a prestigious lineage, Makris Adriano Andino. All breaks loose when the arrogant Greek billionaire discovers she's the woman who catnapped him a few weeks back. He vows to put the sharp-witted beauty in her place, while Lorena plans to defy her father if it meant being stuck in a loveless marriage. A whirlwind of love, betrayal, power, lust, and drama tests the relationship between these two powerful dynasties, leaving casualties behind.

In a land of mystery, mayhem, love, hate, betrayal and redemption. There lives a princess of great beauty and grace. Angelina is the only daughter of the King and Queen of Avareen and heir to the thrown. She lives in a Kingdom of mystical creatures where magic and the riddles of life exist in a whirlpool of nature's beauty.On the day of her eighteenth birthday, a celebration is underway, where all the princes' and Kings' of neighboring lands will come to win her heart and make her their Queen. Uniting them in a peaceful reign of two kingdoms joined together under holy matrimony. All seems to go well until that fateful night that will change her life forever. An evil is lurking in the shadows that threatens to darken the brightness of her days and steal the lives of those she loves. It's patience is eerie. It's deceit, cruel. It's horror, unimaginable. It's manipulation, unending. It's form, a man. But will he succeed in corrupting her innocent heart? Or will her innocence and kindness be his saviour?

"She's mine" Dante grunted, casting an evil look towards Rome. "Just in case you didn't know Dante, I am not a property for you two to bargain over" Grace almost yelled, her head was spinning, she was angry more at herself than Dante or Rome "Yeah, tell him that. She's half Were anyways and I don't understand why You Vampires aren't even contented with one mate. Always out there coveting another's mate" "And I didn't exclude you Rome. And if you men are going to banter like two stupid children day over day then so be it. But just so both of you know, I am nobody's mate. None of you is mine and me, yours!" Grace, a lady who her father sold to a Vampire ruler discovers she is his mate. And no sooner than he'd claimed her, a Were trespasses their borders to claim her as his own. And now she's stuck with two men who would do everything in their power to get rid of one another just to have her. But some secrets lay ahead that can change her life forever. Who would she choose?

My roommate, Keith Kavanaugh, calls himself the "Holy Son of Frost". On the very first day we meet, he insists that the air conditioner in our dorm room must stay on until October, and the temperature can never go above 50°F. He claims, "A mystic says I'm the Holy Son of Frost, so I have a rare physique. I can only live in cool environments of 50°F at most." He even starts live-streaming, and his "special condition" instantly attracts a huge following. Meanwhile, I'm sitting right in front of the AC vent, so I'm shivering all over from the cold. I quickly turn the temperature up, but he immediately turns it back down and even locks the remote in his cabinet. "We're all educated college students here. Why are you so selfish?" he questions. Faced with his unreasonable accusation, I hold back my anger and try to reason with him. "We're in the north region. The weather here is cool enough in September. There's no need to set the AC this low. But if you insist, I can switch spots with you…" Keith cuts me off impatiently, "Are you crazy? Who sleeps right in front of the AC vent? What if I get sick from it? No one else has a problem. Why are you the only one making a fuss? Let me warn you—I'll melt from the heat. If you make me uncomfortable during my stay, I'll have you kicked out!" I realize there's no reasoning with him, so I plan to contact the dorm counselor to switch rooms. But Keith beats me to it! He goes to her first, records a video, and even posts it online. He accuses me, a local student, of being selfish and bullying him, someone who is from out of town. Just then, a new post suddenly appears on the campus forum. The poster writes, "My roommates are too wasteful. One guy washes his hair every day, and he even uses running water. He even takes a shower after every training session! Meanwhile, I can wash my whole body with just one damp towel. "And the worst part of this is that they want to kick me out after I made an itemized bill to split expenses. These cheapskates are always taking advantage of me. I'm looking for a high-quality dorm to take me in." My eyes light up instantly. He's the one!

Silver burned. Holy light seared. I screamed my brother’s name, Theron, into the communication crystal. My consciousness was fading. His cold voice finally crackled through. "What now?" I fought through the pain, my voice weak. "Theron, please… help me…" He cut me off, his voice a razor's edge. "Enough! Lilith is hosting the Blood Moon Festival. Stop causing trouble. If you’re tormenting her out of jealousy again, I’ll throw you in the sun cells myself." The line went dead. Lilith. Our manipulative little adoptive sister. Was she really more important to him than his own blood? The silver poison and searing light consumed me. I shattered. My tears turned to ash, my body right behind them. Congratulations, Theron. You're free of your annoying sister. You don't have to lock me up anymore. Because I'm already dead.

“I was her past but not her future.” Some say that our past is the reflection of our future, but what if your past is not part of your future? Living with her stepdad and battered mom, Mia dreamed of a safe life for her mother and brother. Struggling to her feet, she worked hard and planned for their escape until she stole a notebook from her best friend’s house one day and freed a curse Lycan King, which changed her life forever. Where the past meets the future, which love will she bind her heart, the past of the future? “Please, don’t leave! Help me!” I woke up hearing the strange voice calling me, crying and pleading for help. I tried to ignore it, but the voice was dragging my feet in his direction. The voice stops, and everything becomes quiet…. “Hi, I am Davon Maddox.” “Holy shit! You are the curse werewolf guy!”

Hot forbidden novellas so filthy they’ll leave you soaked and ashamed. A stepdaughter bent over for her strict stepfather. A stepsister ruined by her stepbrother in a snow-ending world. A devout daughter corrupted on holy ground by her priest. Best friends’ innocent little sister ruined by the one man she shouldn't have. Brilliant student blackmailed and bred by her married professor. Every story burns with slow, agonizing tension before erupting into raw, unprotected breeding, ruthless dominance, and soul-crushing guilt that only makes them wetter. These powerful men don’t just break the rules, they destroy them... and their girls thank them with soaked thighs and whispered “please, more.” Some lines should never be crossed but these women don’t just cross the lines, they spread their legs and beg to be ruined on the other side. Because the sweetest sins aren’t the ones you hide, they’re the ones that consume you completely.