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Sarah wakes up disoriented in an unfamiliar place and her first instinct was to run. She'd rather run than fight a battle unprepared. It's always been like that, she was a runner. Her approach to life changed when she met her one true love. Sarah didn't run anymore, she became a fighter. She fought with everything she's got, she gave it her all and hoped it will be enough to win but you never really know how much is enough when it comes life. Will Sarah's strength be enough to save her?

I started calling my brother "Mr. Quinn" and my childhood friend "Mr. Webb". They frown and ask why I'm being so formal with them. I smile faintly in response. "Because I think you would rather be associated with Vanessa Quinn." They scold me for being unreasonable. "Vanessa is about to marry a man in a coma for you, and her whole life will be ruined. The only reason we treat her so well is because you owe her." But what they don't know is that the one marrying a man in a coma this time isn't Vanessa. It's me—Willow Quinn.

"I would rather cut my hand than hurting you. I can't even-- I - that thought can never cross my mind. Do you understand?" he said cupping her face in his large hand tilting it up so that he was looking directly in the beautiful brown eyes of hers which were filled with fear. Once peacefully life of Edna Williams turned upside down , when a mafia lord decided to give her his undivided attention, caging her in his world leaving her trapped. { Currently Under Editing }

"No one will ever be able to murder me; they would never dare." Galante, Carmine. I'm quite aware that I'm not a good man. People were terrified and respected when they heard my name, "Lord" Rolly Exruto Guevara. All in the sake of power, I committed dreadful, brutal, heartless, remorseless, violent things. I was the Capo of The Family, an American Italian crime gang. It's the mafia. Many females want to be at the bottom of my ruthless Mafia, but a man must look for his wife, not a woman who looks for her husband. I want to marry a lady or perhaps have children with a woman. It's what the males in my environment did to get more power and become more powerful. The fruits of my power shall inherit the power. That was my first encounter with Lara Sylvio, Clover's lovely and voluptuous secretary. She is going to be mine. I have her. l id never had such strong feelings for anybody or anything as I had for Lara. Her skin and lips made me feel as though there was something missing in this world, and she filled it in. I wanted Lara to the bone, and I'd make her mine for the rest of my life, not just for one night. A mafia is always a Mafia.

Time. It’s the only thing every person has – regardless of gender, age, race, and social status. We all have the time. But, time, for others, can be longer than they expect it to be, shorter than it is, and for some like Zoe, time is her ultimatum. Living a mundane life in the peaceful city of Glendale, Zoe only has two priorities in life – her mom, and her dream. Arts has brought colors and meaning to her life, and the ambition of being a successful artist someday, just like her dad she never met. Despite the lack of confidence in her works, Zoe has big dreams. But her dreams slowly fall in the spiral of her reality when she was diagnosed with a chronic disease. Now, her time is ticking. She has so many things she wants to do and now with her time being limited, she goes out from her comfort zone and starts to explore, wanting to live her life to the fullest before her time is up. Her once dull and boring life turns completely upside down when she met Lucas, a mafia leader. Despite knowing the pending danger that comes with him, she was rather thrilled because why not? She might die tomorrow, or the next day, or even the next few hours. What harm could it be if she falls for a mafia leader when she’s more scared of her condition? And the excitement she rather felt eventually birthed something really unexpected – something that gave her life a new purpose she never imagined she would have.

I get picked up by the cops in the middle of the night for street vending. While questioning me, they pull up my file. One officer eyes me suspiciously through my mask and asks, "What's a Clairefield University graduate like you doing selling stuff on the street at midnight?" I freeze and lean over to look at the file. The ID number matches mine, but the photo has been replaced with one of Madison Bass. That's when it hits me—20 years ago, I was the one who got accepted to Clairefield University! Dazed and numb, I stumble home only to hear my husband, Joseph Gunther, speaking on the phone. "Madison, don't worry. I won't let Lucy interfere with your life. Just go abroad in peace." It's him! Joseph helped Madison steal my identity and my future. My stomach twists. I turn to confront him, to expose the truth. But before I can, he strangles me to death with a belt. "I'm sorry, Lucy. You can't ruin Madison's future…" When I open my eyes again, I'm back in the classroom. Our homeroom teacher is handing out university application forms. This time, I'm taking my life back.

"I desire you now, beautiful Latifah". The King stated in what I might have thought as a calm but rumbling tone. "Your Grace!". I said, avoiding his gaze,  sobbing in a low, whining, and broken voice. "Look at me!". He ordered, in a husky voice, but I quietly declined, looking elsewhere but his face. "Latifah". He called out, sounding rather agitated this time. "Your Majesty..I fear for my life, should the queen walk in and meet us in this compromising position-". I asked, barely whispering. "I do not give a damn fvck what she thinks or feels". He said, in a rather calm tone, yet so firm it scared me to death. "I want you in my bed withering underneath me as you moan my name". He added. ************ Latifah Lakewood had never known life outside of the palace. Although privileged to have been born in the palace. She was however, raised to serve in the palace all her life, thus, making her life nothing short of sighs, sorrow and sadness.  Over the last century, the evil beast had possessed and dominated the human race, totally annihilating the majority of the population, and enslaving the remnant.  Sadly enough for her, her parents had been counted among the enslaved humans. With the advice of the wise, she must now do everything possible not to draw unnecessary attention to herself, or risk being noticed.  This she ensured until an unfortunate incident happened, altering the course of her life forever. Join me in this ride as we journey into the world of intrigues, suspense and dilemma.

**Evelyn Karamazov** I’ve spent all twenty-three years of my life immersed in the world of the mafia, groomed to rule with an iron fist. But power in our world doesn’t come without a price, and that price is marriage—a union built on strategy rather than so-called love. It’s the last thing I want, but in this life, sacrifices are the currency we trade in. And if I have to choose, I’ll sacrifice to the devil I know rather than the angel I don’t. But make no mistake, a sacrifice is still a sacrifice, and it demands its due. **Killian Bandini** Sixteen years—that’s how long I’ve waited to exact my revenge. Sixteen years to drown in nightmares, consumed by guilt and the unyielding desire to set things right. My father is dead, and now the Bandini empire is mine. The time has come to collect what is owed, and God help those who wronged me, because they will pay with blood. ★ What happens when the most lethal, most infuriating man to ever walk the earth crashes your wedding, puts a bullet in your would-be husband’s head, and holds everyone at gunpoint just to ensure you marry him instead? Killian Bandini doesn’t ask; he takes. But if he thinks I’m some meek bride to be bartered and controlled, he’s dead wrong. I may have to marry him, but I sure as hell won’t make it easy. He’s come for blood and power, but he doesn’t know that I’m not just a pawn—I’m a queen, and this game has only just begun.

Il y a un mois, j'ai été accidentellement infectée par le poison mortel de l'aconit, sans aucun espoir de guérison. Mon corps a commencé à se dégrader jour après jour, jusqu'à aujourd'hui, où ma louve a été tuée définitivement, et ma vie est entrée dans un compte à rebours de trois jours. La veille de ma mort, j'ai accepté de transplanter mon rein à ma sœur. Mon compagnon, très ravi, a dit qu'il me compenserait plus tard. Quand ma sœur a été accusée de plagiat sur le forum de l'université pour avoir copié mon article de recherche sur la portion de Belladonna, j'ai volontairement admis que j'étais le plagiaire. Mes parents étaient satisfaits, disant que j'avais enfin compris comment me comporter. Je suis enfin devenue la bonne épouse et la bonne fille idéale qu'ils attendaient. Néanmoins, quand je suis devenue un cadavre glacé, pourquoi ont-ils tous pleuré ?

Quand j'ai appris que mon amour depuis dix ans, Alex Laurent, préparait une demande en mariage somptueuse, je suis restée éveillée toute la nuit, excitée à l'idée de ce moment. Mais dès le lendemain, toute la meute savait qu'Alpha Alex comptait demander en mariage ma demi-sœur, Julie Dubois. Après coup, Alex m'a donné une explication : « Anne, cette demande n'était qu'un simulacre. Julie n'a pas de soutien dans la meute, je voulais seulement lui tendre la main. Rassure-toi, avant la cérémonie des compagnons dans une semaine, j'annoncerai notre rupture et je célébrerai l'union avec toi. » Mais ensuite, il m'a contrainte à céder encore et encore, toujours pour Julie. Jusqu'au jour de la cérémonie, il n'a jamais rompu avec Julie. Alors, au bout du compte, j'ai cédé ma place à Julie et je suis partie en silence.