Marco Bloodline

I was a nobody, but for three years, I was in love with Dante, the heir to the Blackwood family—Chicago's biggest name in the mob. The day I found out I was pregnant, I was overjoyed. I couldn't wait to tell him the good news. But then I heard his twin brother, Marco, ask him, "Bro, when are you gonna tell Rose it was me in her bed every night, pretending I was you?" Dante's voice had a coldness I'd never heard before. "At the wedding, in one week. I'll expose everything, then I'll propose to Isabella." Isabella. The rich girl who used to bully me. So, this was all just payback for his precious Isabella. But what Dante didn't know was that the wedding he'd so carefully planned would be missing its bride.

Every Christmas Eve, the heir of the Marco mafia family—Adrian Marco, must follow the family tradition: Draw a name to decide whether he’s allowed to marry me. Because I, Irene Cast, am not mafia-born. Unless he draws the slip with my name on it, he can’t take me as his wife. For four years, Adrian has drawn four times. And not once did he draw my name. I always thought he fought with his family because of me— that he was willing to risk losing his position as the Don, just to choose me. Every time he failed, he held me so tightly and whispered, “It’s okay. There’s always next year.” And I loved him so much it hurt. Hurt enough that I was willing to wait, year after year. This year, I told myself: If he still doesn’t draw my name… I’ll secretly switch the result. I sneaked to the door of Adrian’s study, and heard his younger brother ask: “Don… every year you do draw Irene's name. Why do you pretend you didn’t? Is it because you still can’t let Sera go?” But he simply said, in a flat voice, “Sera needs me for something urgent. Do what you always do: swap Irene’s name for a blank one.” He walked out without looking back. Instead of swapping, he tossed the blank slip into the trash, left the one with my name on the table, and hurried after Adrian. I went inside, picked up the blank slip from the trash, and replaced the one with my name. Watching my own name fall into the garbage. Adrian…I don’t want to wait and marry you anymore. I’ll grant you your choice.

En la entrega de premios del Concurso Mundial de Diseño de Joyería, mi hermanastra, Sandra, se llevó el gran premio. Usó los diseños que me robó. Lo que no sabía era que el mayor patrocinador del evento era Jude Moretti. El Padrino de la familia Moretti. Un monstruo sediento de sangre, marcado por una explosión, un hombre del que dicen que nunca podrá tener hijos. ¿Y el gran premio? Convertirse en la esposa del Padrino. Esa noche, los hombres de Moretti, todos de negro, entregaron un contrato de matrimonio con ribetes de oro. Habían venido por la "diseñadora genio". Mi prometido, Marco, entró en pánico y llevó a Sandra a Las Vegas para salvarla. Se casaron esa noche. Con el matrimonio hecho, Sandra regresó pavoneándose, vestida con mi bata de seda. Mostró el anillo en su dedo y los chupetones por todo su cuello. —Marco es mío ahora —ronroneó—. ¿Qué vas a hacer, Odessa? El Padrino solo te da un día. Si no te casas con él, la Familia tendrá que apaciguarlo. Eso significa enviarte al barrio rojo. Venderte a la clase de psicópata que se excita con cosas rotas. Ella estaba equivocada. Yo tenía otra opción. Encontré a mi padre y a mi madrastra, ambos luchando por lidiar con el contrato. —Lo haré —dije—. Me casaré con el Padrino.

Money and power. That is where Bora Huassefa Mafianni's world revolves. But as she explores the mafia world more, she meets Connor Zulueta, who will make her feel different emotions she hasn't felt before. Can Connor change Bora for the better? Can the two powerful mafias collide? Or they will be the end of each other's bloodline? Watch Bora as she plays the Nasty Games made by the Ruthless Mafia.

Seven years ago, I, Gianna Moonwhisper, offered up the bloodline essence that had been passed down in my family for generations as a sacrifice. I did this to save Liam Howle, my mate who was dying from a curse. To prevent him from feeling burdened, I pretended to be a wicked she-wolf who only cared about power and status, and thus I dissolved my mate bond with him. Seven years later, powered by the strength he gained from my sacrifice, he is crowned Alpha. Meanwhile, I can only hide away in a dilapidated house as I cough up blood. Due to the regression of my bloodline, I'm slowly dying. Liam kicks open my door and tosses a bag of moonstones at my feet. His eyes shine with repulsion as he coldly says, "Do you regret it? Regret abandoning the person who could have made you Luna?" He's unaware that I have only three months left to live, yet his utter hatred for me has him wishing that I would hurry up and die.

Selene was once rejected, humiliated, and cast out of her pack as a powerless omega, someone not worth of even scrubbing the pack’s toilets. But what no one knew was that her bloodline carried a long-lost power that could tip the balance of the supernatural world once it was activated. Having been rejected by the man she thought would give her cold life some warmth, Selene left on the night of the full-moon ceremony, shattered beyond repair. But she did not give up. She only had one goal; to survive. Years later, she’s living in the human world, raising a child in secret, a child born from a night that Alpha Killian never remembered. A night that gave her hope for a new life, a new family! Now a ruthless and powerful CEO, and Alpha of the Silvermoon pack, Alpha Killian crosses paths with Selene again. Their bond wasn’t completely broken, and their meeting causes it to reignite, but so does the danger. With their mate bond reignited, Selene’s powers are awaken, and the enemies hunting her bloodline start closing in after sensing the shift in the supernatural world. What happens when Alpha Killian, who once rejected her, becomes the only one who can protect her and their child?

After my father's sudden death, everything was slowly falling apart not until the son of my father's rival proposed to marry me by contract for a year and produce him an heir to continue the Conard's bloodline and slowly discovering the cause of my father's death will make everything complicated and falling for Anthon will be the least of the plan and getting my heart broken as His Contract Wife was never part of the plan.

A Dark Wolf bloodline is the purestof the Lycan race.They are the most primal and powerful of their kind.Visceral. Predatory.Creatures of instinct and hunger.They are the potential for all things good and evil.And when it comes to humans…they are a deadlynightmare just waiting to happen.But what happens when she is not a human?What happens when she is the only one who can become his salvation?Will they be able to understand that they are destined for each other before they drift away from each other???

—Ayúdame a fingir mi muerte y a organizar una identidad completamente nueva. —Doña —el hombre estaba claramente conmocionado—. ¿Por qué? El Don la adora. Toda Sicilia sabe que... —Eso no es asunto tuyo —lo interrumpí—. Me voy en cinco días. Al salir del mercado negro, la pantalla LED de la plaza todavía mostraba imágenes de mi fastuosa boda con el Don Alexander hace tres años, una ceremonia que costó más de quinientos millones de dólares. Todos pensaban que Alexander me amaba profundamente, y yo también lo creía. Hasta esta tarde. En nuestro tercer aniversario de bodas, regresé a Sicilia temprano y me escondí en la sala de descanso de la oficina de mi esposo, queriendo darle una sorpresa. En su lugar, vi a su secretaria escondida bajo su escritorio. Mientras el subjefe, Marco, informaba sobre las pérdidas de la operación de contrabando en el muelle, Isabella estaba arrodillada entre las piernas de Alexander, desabrochando hábilmente sus pantalones. Su cabeza subía y bajaba. Después de que Marco se fue, Isabella sonrió seductoramente. —¿Podría tu Doña atenderte de esta manera durante una reunión? La voz de Alexander estaba llena de deseo. Sus manos amasaban los pechos de ella. —Sophia es demasiado convencional, demasiado aburrida. Tú eres mucho más emocionante en la cama, pequeña zorra. Me cubrí la boca, completamente devastada. Pero cuando finalmente me fui, el Don, que me había considerado aburrida, fue quien se desmoronó por completo.

She needs help. She has been with her uncle when she was ten till he became abusive. for years she suffered until she could not take it any more so she did what was best she ran.....ran away for her dear life. Not knowing she was running to the devil. Marco Bizzari Francesco is the mafia of all mafia King of kings. The capo after his father stepped down, And also never loves anyone apart from his family. He had loved once but loved the wrong person and it had hurt him badly that is why he became the devil. So what happens when her comes across this girl, Will she teach him how to love or will his heart become colder? Or may be just may be they might help each other.