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Noah has powers to hide. Its power can invite danger. So what happens if Noah continues to use his powers? Not to mention there is Xeva who is chasing Noah's love.

The purpose of our lives is to be happy. Curiosity about life in all of its aspects, I think, is still the secret of great creative people. Curiosity about life in all of its aspects, I think, is still the secret of great creative people. There is always some madness in love. But there is also always some reason in madness. When you find that one that's right for you, you feel like they were put there for you, you never want to be apart. — Copyright 2022 © Xyrielle All Rights Reserved No Copy Stories No Plagiarism Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, business, events and incidents are the products of the author’s imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

Charlie, One day, I woke up in a hospital with no memory, no answers. Not just any hospital, a mental institution surrounded by nut jobs. I wasn't supposed to end up like this, scared, changed, no memory of what happened. I was a normal teenager, then my seventeenth birthday changed everything. I started having visions of a place called Cresent Moon, a remote little forest in the middle of Colorado. I begged my family to go, and that was the last thing I remembered. Next thing I was in a bed being forcibly restrained. I had two choices stay, serve my time and pray they let me leave or escape and discovered what happened to my life. Naja, I give up the notion of ever finding a true mate at twenty–eight I had witnessed more death than I cared to admit, all because of my powers gifted by the Moon Goddess. I was blessed with the ability to heal or cursed as I often thought of my gift. A gift that was used for despicable evil. In the pursuit of tracking rogue hunters, I found her — the other half of my soul, broken, bleeding, and dying. I had no choice but to send her away for her own peace of mind and safety. She was too young, too sweet for a jaded asshole like me---too precious to put in danger. I wasn't given a choice to have a normal life but she would, even if I have to kill anyone who dares to hurt me through her. They say when you love someone you have to let them go, they will come back to you. I just pray its true, I can’t exist now that I know she out there waiting to come back to me, even if she doesn’t know it yet

“I now pronounce you as a husband and wife. You may kiss the bride!” The priest announced and I froze. I knew I was cursed the moment this blood oath was taken which bound me to hell, the hell of this Sinner. My eyelids raised to see the ugly creation of god. My husband! Vladimir Sokolov! His rugged face carved with uncountable ugly marks stung my slow beating heart. His hazel green eyes held a satisfied dark shadow as He pulled me close, raised my chin and whispered coldly, “From this very moment, you share the crown of Bratva’s pakhan. Prepare yourself to bear its weight, Babochka. Because I own your existence now!” He slammed his cold lips on my trembling ones, punishing me with a brutal kiss. Tears pricked my eyes with disgust but I tolerated his touch for the sake of my family. My eyes followed the part of the audience, Russians, who burst into cheers while the other party, Italians, looked at me with remorse and pitiful gazes. Oh yes, how could I forget I was the sacrificed lamb thrusted into hell to get scorched for a lifetime. But No. I still had the last hope to save myself from this cursed fate, this cursed marriage. ………….. Born in a sin will definitely be called the Sinner. Without morality and mercy, Vladimir Sokolov the Bratva’s Pakhan ruled the city with an iron fist. Due to the influence of some political parties He had to marry the Daughter from La Camorra. Rose Barbieri! Marry her, have his heir and wear the title of family man, that's what He planned to do but what He didn’t imagine was that his innocent, submissive wife was someone who would burn the flames of his hell into ashes one day.

Life is not always bright. Esmeray, a woman who has always believed that there is good in everything, realized that when misfortune struck her one after another. Despite trying to live a normal life, she felt as if the world closed its doors to her; as she fell into despair, the curse she was oblivious of which repressed her peculiarity was broken and she became aware that she possessed a supernatural ability. Her world turned upside down as she found herself living in Mysticuria, a hidden place on Earth where supernatural people reside. She thought that she already fits in despite the peculiarity of the community as she hoped to unfold her identity but it seemed that her special ability is a jinx that could paint its user black and could cause destruction to the world. How will she survive if there is an order to exterminate her? "I have always been a lover of sunshine, an admirer of the light of day, a daughter of the Sun. To see the beauty of the world and its people in the glimmer of daylight made me feel loved. But of course, the thoughts I once believed in came crashing down into a speck of dust. I was unduly blinded by the goodness of every day that I overlooked the cruelty of life; it was already late when I realized that the dark dawns to shade my beautiful world with pitch-black."

Scarpa sees. Scarpa wants. Scarpa hunts. Scarpa gets. It’s a chain of life for Torre Scarpa—the unspoken law of the Scarpa world. When Torre sets his eyes on Montana Rossi, his employee’s wife; a pale, soft-spoken foreign woman who gave herself to the wrong Italian man as husband, he doesn't just want her. He claims her by all bloodied means. Montana, left alone, humiliated by the powerful Rossi family after her husband's death, finds herself in Scarpa’s warm embrace. He pays off her debts. Gives her shelter. Offers her peace. Even lets her care for his troubled daughter. He is the savior she never expected. But Scarpa is no angel. Behind the tailored suits and steady gaze is a man who always gets what he wants—no matter the cost. And Montana? She's not free. Not really. Not anymore. As she falls for him, body and soul, she begins to wonder: Is this love? Or a beautiful trap? When the truth of Scarpa’s world comes to light—its secrets, its crimes, its bloodied roots—Montana must face what she’s become, and decide: Can she live with the devil who saved her? Or is it already too late? Because the Lord Scarpa doesn’t let go. He devours.

Her whole life she had been called beautiful. Glances and envious eyes were always cast her way. But never had Bathsheba expected to catch the eye of her King. And never in her wildest imaginings did she anticipate the tragedy it would wreak.

During a critical meeting, my medical case notes were swapped for "Confession of an Affair”. "Exhibit A: She knowingly intruded into a marriage, a disgrace to her profession." "Exhibit B: Harassing the patient's family and destroying their family." "Exhibit C: Callously endangering lives, deliberately plotting against the wife and child to take her place!" In front of hospital leadership, the patient’s family accused me of being a homewrecker, attempting to shame me into confessing. It was chaotic until she physically assaulted me, leaving me with a concussion. When my husband rushed in from the operating room, I said coldly, "Looks like this ‘real wife’ is being called the mistress! Why would you still defend me?” Without hesitation, my husband stepped forward and slapped the real mistress. “Security!” he called out. “Get this troublemaker out of here, now!”

A joyful princess will always be the definition of her life. But at the back of all those thoughts is her painful goings and sacrifices. She may be treated and called as a ‘princess' because of her wealthiness, Chiana Afria Baliarza could never call herself as one of those. Many guys would chase her all the time but that one guy can’t give some space in her heart. He could be called as one of the ‘kings of wealthiness’ but he will be the reason why she suffered. That gun would always be the sign why she traumatised in front of him and had nowhere to hide. When that bullet blew up in front of her eyes and didn’t know where it could hit her body. The only thing she knew was her heart, is it really the bullet who hurt and pained her so hard? Or is it him? Zyaire Ace Sanz will always be the sign of her pained love.

*HIGHLY RATED EXPLICIT SEXUAL CONTENT. READERS' DISCRETION IS ADVISED. ***************************************Eleanor lost her parents to the ruthless werewolves at nine, became raped at fourteen by the same ruthless creatures, started stripping at fifteen, and at nineteen, her employer betrayed her by selling her off to the same people that killed her parents, only to be called his mate and traitor by their Alpha King. Out of revenge, he declared her his slave and mistress_only good to attend to his bed needs but not fit to be called his Lunaqueen. They are furious with each other, filled with raw hatred for each other, yet, each time they face each other, not even the darkest secret could keep their bodies apart. Would fate intervene to break all the obstacles on their way and help them forget their past and accept their unusual fate? Let's find out. A story of anger, hatred, revenge, and, forgiveness.