Mafioso X Reader Forsaken Novels & Stories

Thank you to everyone who has read it. I'm glad so many of you have enjoyed the story. Book two in the Mafia series begins after this point. Sick For Them It is a dark mafia romance. It is not the typical BXG and is MMMF romance. This story is one in which she is kidnapped, and the mafia saves her, and falls in love with her.

Damien could read her mind so what if he's aware? She shut her eyes and tried to drift to sleep. Barely thirty minutes into her sleep, she heard loud howls. Like a group of wolves were being attacked or howling out for signal. The noise came out in loud repititions and she shut her ears hard with her palms and shut her eyes tight too. Garwin had ensured he'd give them a brutal death. She refused to think to that direction. “I forgot to tell you that we werewolves can be rebirthed. I'll be back for you fuckmate.” She heard Damien's voice inside her head and screamed loudly.

He lifted the scroll again, continuing to read. They may manifest through shared sensation… Pain. Instinct. Awareness without sight. The thought of Selene came uninvited, sharp and clear. Damian's grip tightened again as he read on. The marked, may awaken without understanding… The unaccepting may feel without permission. The air in the room felt heavier. Damian exhaled slowly, controlled and measured.. His eyes didn't leave the page. As Damian read on, he stopped at a line that had faded the ink broken as if time had taken part of it or someone had. His fingers pressed slightly against the parchment. There was nothing. A faint irritation surfaced, sharp and brief.

We would repeat the narrative until it felt like truth, real truth Ivy the cursed. Ivy the forsaken. The omega who returns and brings death and trouble Numbers would grow Doubt would spread. And when the time came - when we were no longer five, but fifteen… twenty… more ,-- Even red eyes would not be enough to stop us. If I cannot have the Alphas -- No one will. And this pack will remember who truly belongs.....

K’ Kian was a corrupt, slippery fish who always cleaned up his trail even if he had to cover it up with the blood of others. Mr Tibe was a man — maybe an entity with how hard it was to lay eyes on him — who sold everything illegal, with roots of power embedded so deep in the state, his empire might still be standing after I’d take him down. But that's okay, if I have to cut down every fucking branch myself, then that's what I'll do. I'd already lost someone to that, and while I didn't have any more siblings, I had a mom. And she had friends that had siblings.

“He’s dangerous. You don’t know what he’s capable of—” Marco cuts her off, his voice rising. “I know exactly what he’s capable of! What I don’t know is why you’re standing here, claiming to be the victim!” He gestures toward her, eyes burning with anger. “This is another one of his games, isn’t it? He sent you to feed us lies. To break us from the inside.” “No!” Sofia’s voice cracks as she raises her palms in desperation. “You have to believe me. He doesn’t know I’m here. If he finds out, he’ll murder me!”

“How have they managed to stay as the High Alpha family for so long?” Harbin taps the book. “Read it and find out.” Serenia cautiously puts the book down and hangs her head, wondering how she is going to utter her next words. “Harbin…I’m sorry, but…I don’t know how to read that well.” His face drops and he places the book in his hands down with a thud. “Oh,” is all he says. Serenia waits for him to realize how utterly useless it will be to try and teach someone like her, a werewolf that can’t shift and can’t even read the native language of their ancestors.

I suddenly sob, he said something about the mafia, which worsens my situation there. He's not just any crazy guy, he's the worst. Fear binds me, turns me to ashes. “What do you want of me? “I weigh low, my heartbeat flies under his malicious gaze. “You ask yourself, what do I want from you? "She," she repeats, I resist the urge to roll my eyes, her accent is so impertinent. You should be prostrate before me, after all I have saved you from our enemies. So don't be ungrateful.

"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.

She engaged him in conversation, not giving him a chance to slip away. As a result, Marissa was isolated. A drunken Delta from a neighboring pack named Silas Waltz staggered toward Marissa and harassed her, hell bent on getting acquainted. “Relax. You’re an Omega. You should feel honored that I noticed you,” Silas uttered with measure. Marissa’s eyes welled up. Out of the blue, Justin broke free from the crowd and rushed to her rescue. He punched Silas right in the face. Stumbling back from the blow, Silas exploded in fury. “Justin! Have you gone mad? Fay is your fated mate. I get that she’s off-limits, but who is this random she-wolf to you?”