Mafioso And Chance Forsaken Novels & Stories

"A few days after you were born, Luca and April, the young woman you saw him with yesterday afternoon, were out of town on a hunting trip when the monthly court hosted by their clan went wrong. What began as a normal night for all of us ended horribly when fledgelings—they are newly sired vampires—attending the court went on a rampage and attacked everyone in sight. They hadn't fed for days, and they were in bloodlust. It took our coven, a powerful spell, the Star of Chaos and a virgin's blood to end the terror. But in the aftermath, Julian, Luca's brother, and several members of their clan were eternally bound to their cellar, forsaken to wither and perish—" "The forsaken," Cadence whispere

This is fate. Destiny does not entitle you to take my kid. We are not requesting. Revan then stormed in with Jordan at his side. Revan replied, "Then you'll have to pass past me." Myros grinned. You always were foolish. Touch her and you'll find out just how reckless. Jordan also advanced. We could despise one another, but we all believe Lora is not yours to control. Elder Myros lifted a hand. His guards brandished firearms.

But destiny had other plans for me. After my last class, I found myself alone in a classroom, searching for a lost textbook. It was there that I bumped into my ex, Mason. Our breakup had been far from amicable, and the tension between us was palpable. He leered at me, moving closer, his intentions clear. My heart raced as he tried to force a kiss, his grip on my arm growing tighter. Panic surged through me, but then something inexplicable occurred. I felt a searing pain in my head as Mason slammed me against a desk. When I managed to focus, terror gripped my heart. Mason's eyes had turned a pitch-black, devoid of any humanity. His shadow was missing, leaving an eerie emptiness at his feet.

Abaddon's cold and calculated aura permeated the air around him, and Axel's cynical jests added an eerie layer to the atmosphere. They were heading to meet Dexter Manson, one of Abaddon's most trusted Capos, to discuss a serious matter that threatened to disrupt the delicate balance of power in the underworld. A rival mafioso, Giovanni Bianchi, saw an opportunity to seize control of territories weakened by the recent death of David Garcia, another Capo under Abaddon's command. Giovanni was ruthless and ambitious, and he sensed a weakness in Abaddon's organization.

“I’ve never been with a man before… but I’m not against the possibility. You’d better behave, Tristan, or I might just make your entire body ache with regret.” He turned and walked away, leaving me alone, bound and exposed, in the eerie silence of the warehouse. It was then, in the echoing emptiness, that the full horror of my situation truly dawned on me. I was caught in the crossfire of a brutal mafia war. Abducted by Vlad, I was now nothing more than a bargaining chip, a tool for his twisted vengeance against Giovanni. And the night, it seemed, was far from over.

"And Jet, you're dismissed." Jet and Marcus left, leaving me alone. As the door closed, I leaned back in my chair, studying the photo of Siara once more. I tapped a finger against the edge of the folder, a predatory gleam in my eye. "What a bloody good coincidence," I whispered to myself. I reopened the folder and started reading through Siara Movark's file in detail. It was no longer about the money-no, it was personal. It was revenge.

Chapter 2 Angelo; In my world, traitors and snitches are a deadly sin. Unforgivable except through death. I am Angelo Fabian. The number one ruthless Mafia Don in the whole fucking casino. And everyone, I mean, every single fucking individual knows not to mess with me. Standing in front of the three dimwits kneeling before me, rage surged in me as I corked the gun. "Now, are you willing to tell me why the hell none of you bastards have captured that traitor? Do I have to rip your tongue off before I get a goddamn explanation?"

Chance never released my hand as we left the clouds and death behind, escaping if only for a little while. He just kept murmuring, “I’ve got you. I’ve got you forever,” into my temple. But would it be enough? Could we survive joining the mafia? Jack said that Chance killing Marino meant he had to become the next Ill Padrino in order for both Chance and I to be safe. What's the plan, daddy? Tell me what's going on in your head. All I could hear was him telling me that he could not give me shame and death, all those months ago now.

THIS MAN! ************************EVE'S FORBIDDEN!!!!!! THE END

We’re playing with fire, and the flames are getting closer by the second. Gianni’s ominous threat puts Francesca and Sofia on edge, knowing that the danger is far from finished. With Marco still away and the pieces of Gianni’s game fitting into place, Francesca must prepare for the storm that’s about to hit ... .before it’s too late.