Novel & Cerita Is Lord Kokushibo Tanjiro's Dad

Bella was the fated mate of an Alpha Prince… until he betrayed her, used her, and tried to break her. Branded barren, poisoned in secret, and cast aside for his former lover, she escapes—only to fall into the hands of his most dangerous enemy: his exiled uncle, the Rogue Lord, also known as the devil of bikers. But Bella is no longer weak. With a hidden power awakening, a rare silver wolf, and a second mate bond she never asked for, she rises from rejection to become something far more dangerous. Now hunted, desired, and underestimated… Bella isn’t running anymore. She’s coming for everything they took.

They say the devil wears a three-piece suit. Mine wore a ring stamped with a golden lion, the symbol of the Ricci mafia. It was on a night of fire and ashes that my life changed. My name was Alaya, and I was just a girl among many others, born in the alleys of a neighborhood where poverty poisons you from the cradle. My mother, sick, had only me... and the debts. That night, they came. They knocked on the door. Three men in black. Not a word, just an envelope, and a chilling phrase: — "Your daughter is still a virgin, isn't she? The boss pays dearly for that." I had no choice. His name was Santino Ricci. Cold. Magnetic. Dangerous. The head of one of the most powerful families in Italy. He looked at me like one looks at precious merchandise. Then he said: — "You will be my wife. No matter how you feel." And I signed my condemnation. This marriage was not a union... but a gilded cage. I learned to survive among snakes. I saw death. I saw blood. I heard the screams of girls who, like me, had been sold. But what they had not anticipated... was that the little broken virgin would eventually bite back.

Three days before my blood oath ceremony, someone planted a silver crucifix in the bridal shop and set it ablaze while I was inside trying on my ceremonial gown. My fiancé — Vampire Lord Damien — had the arsonist thrown into the silver prison, sentencing them to the harshest punishment our laws allowed. I lay in the healing chamber, my body covered in severe burns, refusing to wake fully as the reality of my disfigurement sank in. In my semi-conscious state, I heard Damien speaking with the coven's apothecary. "My Lord, we can still heal her completely with the ancient blood rites. If we wait any longer, Serena will bear these scars for life! You just want Miss Vivienne to be your Consort at the blood oath ceremony. This is cruel beyond measure!" "Let her keep the scars. I'll provide for her for the rest of her life, but if she's healed, she'll definitely cause trouble at the ceremony." "I promised Vivienne that her child would be welcomed into the coven with full honors. Only when Serena is completely disfigured will she be grateful enough to raise Vivienne's child as her own. The scars are necessary - at least this way, she won't dare mistreat the boy." In the corner of the room, where no one was watching, a tear slid down my burned cheek. So this was the truth. The blood oath ceremony I'd dreamed of was nothing but a lie. The blood bond I longed for would be my death sentence. If that's how it had to be, I would give him what he wanted.

I never planned to marry him. Especially not a man like him. The arrogant, ruthless Mafia Lord who owns half the city and destroys anyone foolish enough to cross him. But when my family’s lives were threatened, I had no choice but to become his bride. Not for love. Not willingly. But to survive. Now I’m trapped in his deadly world, a world where guns are treated like toys, blood stains every secret, and danger hides behind every smile. And at the center of it all is him. Cold. Possessive. Merciless. A man whose touch burns hotter than fire and whose enemies never live long enough to beg for mercy. He swears I belong to him now. That I’ll never escape. That every part of me is his to claim. But the more I fight him, the more dangerous our attraction becomes. Every kiss feels like war. Every touch pulls me deeper into his darkness. Yet I’m hiding secrets of my own. Secrets powerful enough to destroy his empire from the inside out. And when the truth finally comes to light, the man who vowed to protect me may become the one who ruins me. This marriage was supposed to save my life. Instead, it may be the very thing that kills me.

Nisha Malhan's dream trip to France turned hell when she was kidnapped and sold to the Mafia Lord 'The Demon' Avyaan Rathore. After being sold to him, she thought her life would be easier with the hopes of getting help from him to return to her home, in India. However, her hopes were shattered when Avyaan took her to Belgium from France as he didn't want to risk her escaping. When everything is getting tough for Nisha as there is no hope of returning home and Avyaan can't take the risk to let go of her, the situation keeps moving when Avyaan's continuous approach to reach Nisha's heart brings no results. What will happen between them? Will Avyaan be successful in making Nisha fall for him? Or Nisha will escape from the Mafia's cage. Or will Avyaan lose his patience and Nisha will get to see the real monster he is. Will this tale of Nisha being auctioned can turn into a tale of love?

Her fiancé cheated on her with her own mother. She lost her baby. And when he was murdered, Rebecca became the prime suspect. With her life collapsing and the law closing in, Rebecca accepts a deal she never thought she’d survive. Stefanno Davidson—a feared Mafia lord—doesn’t need a lover or a permanent wife. He needs a replacement. His children’s mother is alive… but absent. And Rebecca looks exactly like her. Until Stefanno clears Rebecca’s name, she must live under another woman’s identity. Become the mother his children already recognize, the wife the Mafia world believes never left, and the reason his sick daughter finally starts to heal. Once his daughter recovers, Rebecca is promised her freedom. She can return to her world, her name restored. But the longer she stays, the more dangerous the lie becomes. Because pretending to be someone else is easy, pretending not to feel anything for the man who owns your secret is not. And in the Mafia world, temporary wives rarely leave untouched.

I know it’s wrong to want my dad’s best friend, a man who was old enough to be my dad, but what could I possibly do when I see him in my dream and imagination each time I close my eyes? What could I do when this desire keeps driving me nuts, when I keep getting wet down there just at the sight of him? I tasted the forbidden fruit, and I liked it. I liked every inch of it, and now I can’t bring myself to stop wanting more…

"Do you do this to all your captives or am I just lucky?" She asked as I traced her bottom lip with the tip of my finger. I clenched my jaw, feeling both anger and amusement. "Keep talking like that, and you'll find out, Elena." "Is that supposed to scare me?" She shot back. Her voice wasn’t audible, but it was filled with a strength that defied her position. --- Elena’s brother betrays her, drugging and binding her before handing her over to the feared mafia lord, Dante Moretti. Expected to be weak, Elena surprises Dante with her fierce defiance. Dante, hardened by the brutal murder of his fiancée and child, is drawn to Elena’s fire. As she struggles to survive in his dangerous world, a twisted connection forms between them. Trapped in Dante’s grip, Elena must choose: submit or fight back. Can she survive him, or will he break her?

Having an abusive mother who uses her to gain benefits and live a more luxurious life, Rocio all that ever wanted was a charming prince to save her from a hell-like life that she couldn't find a way to escape no matter how she tried. Unlike the fairytales she grew up reading and fantasizing about, it's not a prince charming that comes her way to save her from her miseries but a brooding mafia lord who purchased her off an auction to make her his wife, and the mistress of a secret underground organization called Dark Society.

In the final year of my bond with vampire lord Saul, the curse of our pact struck, and I was overwhelmed by agony, but my lord was nowhere to be found. He had gone out. He left me to suffer. Alone. When the door finally creaked open the next morning, I looked up through bloodshot eyes—hope flickering like a dying candle. But he wasn't alone. He carried an unconscious woman in his arms, her head resting against his chest like she belonged there. Ignoring me as I curled up on the floor in pain, he first carried the woman to his room and called the old butler anxiously. "Jacinda's passed out. Hurry! Check if she's all right!" The old butler cautiously pleaded on my behalf, hoping our lord could save me first, but Saul frowned and interrupted: "Jacinda is in danger, and I have no mind to drink her blood now. She just needs to pull through herself. Believe me, she won't die. Right now, the priority is to save Jacinda." A frown and a glance in my direction was his only response to the old butler's desperate plea. With my only hope shattered, I clenched my teeth and slashed several long wounds on my arms and hands to drain blood for self-rescue. After a long period of weak convulsions, the curse of the pact finally ended. I lay in a pool of blood, sending a message with my last faint consciousness. "I promise I will leave him."