Scraped Knuckles

My mother fell critically ill and was rushed to the hospital. Desperate, I knelt before my fiancé—the department's chief surgeon—and begged him to take charge of her operation. But outside the ICU, he was carefully tending to a scraped knee. Lucy Wendell's scraped knee, to be exact. Just as I was drowning in hopelessness, Cameron Mitchell—the hospital director and my childhood friend—pushed open the operating room doors and handed me a marriage proposal. "Marry me, and I'll personally perform your mother's surgery." With trembling hands, I signed my name, clinging to the last shred of hope that she could be saved. But she never made it through that stormy night. Cameron handled all the funeral arrangements himself, and our wedding proceeded as scheduled. Seven years later, in the hushed silence of the hospital archives, I overheard Cameron speaking with the deputy director. "Cameron, why did you transfer your mother-in-law's organ to Lucy's mother during that surgery? Weren't you afraid of getting caught?" "I owed Lucy," he replied. "If I hadn't hesitated back then, Lucy never would've chosen medical aid work in Africa… and her mother wouldn't have fallen ill from the grief."

Inside the best gynecology and obstetrics department of the most prestigious hospital in Jin City... Jiang Sese gritted her teeth as she endured the acute labor pain in her abdomen. Breaking out in a cold sweat all over, she clutched the guardrails on both sides of the bed so tightly that her knuckles were turning white. Seeing this, the obstetrician gently comforted her. “Don’t be scared. The child will be born safe and sound. Everything will soon pass.” Jiang Sese nodded

We'd been legally married for seven years, yet my CEO "fiance", Jared Lane, had ditched me at the altar thirteen times. At our first wedding, his assistant, Maeve Fischer, scraped her leg. I spent the entire day waiting alone at the ceremony. At our second wedding, he heard she was sick and tossed the wedding ring away to rush to her side. On every wedding day after that, some accident would conveniently happen to her. By the 13th time he bailed, I had had enough and decided to walk away. But when I found comfort in another man's arms, Jared lost his mind trying to win me back.

I was bleeding out in a corner after a hit from a rival family. My husband, Dante—the Torrino family’s underboss—was in his car, holding his best friend's little sister. He gave me one cold look and said, "Leave her. She's a nobody." Later, after someone else saved me, I walked home, soaked in my own blood. I found Dante cradling Seraphina, fussing over her. All she had was a scraped knee. The blood covering my clothes? He didn't even see it. I just watched. Said nothing. Then I pulled out my phone and called my mother. "Mom, I need to come home."

The day Jack Prescott's family went "bankrupt," he dumped me on the spot. "My mom's house is getting auctioned. I don't want you dragged into this." I actually bought it. Went against my family and stuck by him, slinging street food just to scrape by. "Don't stress. I'll help you buy it back." Three years of nonstop work—burn scars up and down my arms—and I finally scraped together a small fortune. The day we were supposed to sign the papers, I caught him on the phone. "Jack, you coming back?" some guy asked. Jack flicked his cigarette, all smug. "What's the rush? I'm still milking this sad little simp. She's totally whipped. It just keeps getting funnier." All that time, all that love? Just a joke to him.

Alana and Alena are identical twins. One unfavorable night their father was attacked by the gang. He was almost killed. Luckily, he was still breathing, but he needed a lot of money for his operation. Alena offered herself as an exchange for her father's life. The only one who could save them from losing their father was the leader of the Blue Knuckles, Allessandro Castellucio. Alana drugged her twin sister on her wedding day and volunteered herself as a bride to the Mafia boss. Allessandro Castellucio was known for murdering, torturing, and making money. He was well defined as a heartless creature. A devil existed in a place called heaven because of his money and power. But what would happen if a metal was put in a foundry and burned with unstoppable fire?

"Little mouse, the next time I have to repeat something to you, I'll have to take you over my knee" I shuddered. The thought of him taking me over his knee made me hot for some unknown reason. I sat carefully on his laps, my legs to the side. He turned me so I straddled him. He caressed my sides and leaned into my neck. He sucked on the side of my neck and I tilted my head to give him better access. He scraped my neck gently and I moaned. I felt super sensitive all over my body."My king""Thane. Call me Thane. I want to hear you scream it when you cum for me."***************************************************Alpha King Thane is wild and ruthless. He doesn't know how to be gentle. He is exasperated by the slave in red dress. He doesn't want another mate but no one else can have her.Esmeralda is attracted to the king. He acts hot and cold towards her and stirs up emotions she doesn't understand. She has no idea what he wants from her.What does fate have for the innocent slave girl and the ruthless alpha king?

"We shouldn't be doing this" said a broken whisper filled with desire… * Finding a way to escape her tortured family, Rayla thought that her prayers were soon answered as the moon goddess finally paired her with a mate. All seemed pleased except for her stepbrother who has made it his life mission to bully her. She is usually unbothered by him until one night when he came into her room with broken knuckles, causing her to begin to see him in a different light. Her dreamy bubble gets busted however when her mate suddenly rejects her in front of the whole school the following day, with no explanation whatsoever, …And her life takes an even bigger turn when stepbrother claims her in front of the whole school as his mate. Their relationship is forbidden and tagged as an abomination. And he knows this, but he just doesn’t care!

Jace shoved her up against the wall, his knuckles hitting it as he did. The wall cracking beneath his fist. “I said you're going to listen to what I say!” He growled, tightening his grip slightly on her arms. A smirk appeared on her perfect lips. The smirk drove him insane. “And I said I will do what I want.” Nora said, her eyes daring him. ************************************ Nora comes home late one night to find blood. Nora's world was destroyed in one night. Struggling to be normal she bumps into Alpha Jace who must kill her. He knows her secret. Jace is about to end her life when his wolf howls Mate. Nora instantly hates Jace, connecting the dots. She realizes what ruined her life. She dives into this new world with revenge. What will happen if others find out Nora's secret? Can Jace save her? Is Nora the key to saving them all?

With the unfortunate event that led Georgia Musni to meet the mafia underboss Primo Bonsignore, a heart-shattering truth surfaced as a result. The ideal and perfect man that Georgia painted her fiance in her mind was tainted black when Primo proved him to be the man that Georgia didn’t think that he is. “You bastard why… did you throw the ring?” voice shaking, Georgia asked as the ball of knuckles in her hands formed. “Because I know very well that you will do the same thing soon.” Grinning ear-to-ear, Primo answered as if he didn’t steal the most valuable thing to her. Primo in fact didn’t lie. Knowing the truth through him changed her judgment of her fiance. Soon enough, they ended up sharing the same goal where they had to look back on the life that they had lived, while subsiding the fact that Primo is a mafia. Taking that into consideration, how would the truth about their lives–especially Georgia’s play in their relationship? Will it make their ties stronger? Or be the reason for them to cut ties?