Scraped Knuckles

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?

"I won't get married to him and none of you will make me!" She blurted out in anger and despise. "I won't let you and father do the same thing you did years back." She said, trying not to break down in tears as she clenched her knuckles into a fist. ~ What would you do when after so many years of being away from your family and friends, and then you come back home only to be forced into a marriage? This was the case of Lillian Blake, a young and beautiful lady whose world got shattered when her father forced her to marry a man she knows nothing about. What will happen now that Lillian finally get married to him against her will? Along the line, she finds out a dangerous secret about the people she called her family and it explained everything that has been happening to her right from her childhood. What was this secret? And how would she protect herself from the dangers that comes along this secret?

Eva never wanted this life—the roar of engines, the scent of leather and gasoline, the weight of her father's legacy crushing her shoulders. As the only daughter of the Crimson Reapers' president, she's spent years trying to escape the MC world. But when a bloody turf war threatens to destroy both her father's club and the rival Steel Vipers, there's only one way to broker peace: a union sealed in chrome and rebellion. Albert, the ruthless VP of the Steel Vipers, is everything Eva despises—violent, arrogant, and dangerously magnetic. He's got sins tattooed on his knuckles and vengeance carved into his soul. The arranged marriage is a cage for them both, a business deal written in bad blood and broken promises. She's supposed to be his old lady. He's supposed to be her protection. Instead, they're gasoline and matches—combustible, toxic, and one spark away from burning everything down. But as enemies close in and betrayal bleeds through both clubs, Eva and Albert discover that the line between hate and hunger is thinner than they thought.

When I faint due to my hemophobia after seeing blood on the training grounds, my mate, Alpha Yves Golding, is busy applying medicine to his assistant, Renee Lawson, who has only scraped her skin. After I wake up, the first thing I do is drag my weak and exhausted body to the Elders' Council to request something I never imagined I would ask for—to break my mate bond with Yves. Yves swiftly approves the request, then turns confidently to his Beta and says, "Come on, she's just throwing a tantrum. She's an orphan. Other than staying by my side, she has nowhere else to go. She can't possibly leave me for real. "Besides, aren't there three days left until the Council processes breaking a mate bond? When she comes back regretfully to beg me, I'll withdraw the application. As long as the process isn't finished, she's still mine." Then, Yves uploads a photo on Wolf Net. It features him and Renee standing shoulder-to-shoulder while showing off their muscles in the mirror. They are also gazing at each other with smiles on their faces. The caption reads, "Every bead of sweat deserves to be remembered." Everyone showers him with praise, teasing compliments, and blessings, and every single one stabs into my chest like a dagger. Still, I don't fall apart. I calmly pack my belongings and then pick up my encrypted phone. "Uncle Harrison, it's me. Please arrange a flight back to the Silvermoon pack for me as soon as possible." However, after my departure, Yves is the one who falls apart instead.

I help my students gain admission to top state art academies, yet my boss, Sebastian Emerson, withholds every cent of the pay I earned from 24 consecutive days of overtime. When I confront him in anger, he accuses me of stealing 120 thousand dollars in training fees from the students. "Honestly, being poor is no excuse for being shady. And having disabled parents doesn't give you the right to steal. "You've got two days to pay it back! Otherwise, I'll make sure you spend a few nights in jail, and I'll even inform your parents!" When a student calls, he snatches the phone and starts screaming, "There's no money! All your tuition went into buying your art supplies! If you've got a problem, go ahead and sue me, brat!" Meanwhile, Jayla Buckley, who is curled up in his arms, keeps placing order after order of Chaennal haute couture without the slightest hesitation. Watching the two of them colluding so shamelessly, I grip my attorney license in my pocket until my knuckles ache. Take it to court? Litigation? That's my arena. And I'll make sure both of them end up exactly where they belong—behind bars.

"You are driving me, crazy girl," I said I took her earlobes in between my teeth and scraped them sexually, her moans filled my ears and I bite it harder. "I am now an immortal. I got my own power." I muttered under me breathe. "Wait a little!" she said as she shoved me into the . I slumped on the as I attempted to quell my emotion. she twerked her asses in a way that sent some sensation into my spine. I groaned and held my . Suddenly, she turned her face to me and I gave her a lustful smile. she frowned. "Who are you?" she asked in a cozy voice as she paced up and down like a giant warrior ready for war. "What do you mean, baby?" I asked lustfully, and my gazed swiveled around and I saw the mirror overlooking her back. Had she discovered the new me? My eyes flickered. I stood up in a flash of a speed of a Vampire and strode to the window. I saw the seven birds as they swiveled and sang the usual song. My face changed as my fang shoot out. "I am a vampire!" I yelled. There were four werewolves kingdoms in the Oasis of Credos and those kingdoms enclosed that of the human being. There was peace until a college boy turned into a vampire. How did he? He tried to unravel the new him, and he met the seven birds. He composed an army of Vampires. The werewolves won't accept his revenge mission as he targeted both the human and the werewolves. A man called HUNTER. decided to eradicate all immortals, along with his brother and his daughter, who is the secret crush of the vampire boy. Will he accomplish his mission?

“Yes, I am Dom. Your dom.” Did he say that last part or I imagined it? Letting out a shaky breath, I slid away from his lap. The front of my panties, scraped against his lap slowly as I slid from him and his light grey eyes darkened. I had no idea my pussy was so drenched that it left a mark on his pants. Jesus! Who is this man and what has he done to me? Soon I was seated beside him, his thighs pressing close to mine as we both drank. Electricity kept shooting tingles up my legs and I felt light-headed. He was silent and I suddenly felt nervous like I needed to speak to this deliciously fair man that sat brooding. Clearing my throat, I tapped his leg—unconsciously on the spot my pussy left—and he looked up, smirking at me. My mouth went dry immediately. “Is there something you want?” he asked. “Uh…No, I mean yes. Is this normal for you?” His handsome features morphed into a frown, “Having a girl leave a wet spot on my pants or taking wine in a bar?” I just discovered that my poor, useless, and filthy father who died a month ago left me a luxurious Cabin in Bakersfield. HOW!? Wish I insisted on that question. I shouldn’t have taken the plunge and moved into that house, but I am a broke, poor virgin and will soon be homeless, so I did. It might as well be the worst or best decision I have ever made because, in 12 hours, my life changed. COPYRIGHT DISCLAIMER ON THE BOOK COVER!!!! contact the author for it to be removed if there is an issue

At three in the morning, I stare at the unknown transaction record on my phone screen, my fingertips turning cold. The record is for a payment of 2980 dollars, made for an executive suite at the Wisteria. The time of payment was 8:00 pm last night. My husband, Tristan Griffin, is a detective. He was on the night shift last night. I clutch my phone, my knuckles turning white as I text Tristan, "I just saw your credit card bill for a hotel stay last night. What's up with that?" His reply is instant. "Our team had to work overtime at the last minute, so they put us up at the hotel. I forgot to tell you about it." I scan the text and sputter. The Wisteria is located in the western region of the city, which is on the other end from where his squad is stationed. I don't press him for more details and click on the bank app on my phone. Having found the vendor's address through the payment record, I sent it to my best friend, Rowena Sheffield, who works as a private detective. She replies instantly with an "OK" emoji and follows up with, "Give me a second. I'll find out everything you want in a jiffy!"

I watch as he gently places the gun on the table. Seconds tick by a heavy silence filling the room. He takes a stand and makes his way to me. He takes a stance behind my chair and places his firm arms on my armchair, caging me. I bask in his scent and warmth. "You choose now Lana, here and now." He whispers into my ear. His traces my knuckles before grabbing my notebook out of my hands, and tossing it on the table. "I wasn't done with that." I say. He laughs, I feel his chest rumble as he laughs. I turn to face him, feeling my breaths shorten with each passing second. "Eyes on the prize, Lana." He turns my head back towards the table. "You choose the notebook you can go back to living your life in fear and delusion, then one day end up dead in a dumpster or," He brushes a strand of hair from my face, " You could pick up the gun and hunt your past which shall it be Lana?" I feel beads of sweat on my back and my anxiety prickling through my skin. I have to choose, here and now. I extend my hand and pick my choice.

My boyfriend Orion was the leading hunter of the Bright Moon Pack, who was sent on an S-class mission three years ago. Before he left, he told me to wait for his return, after which he would mark me. Holding him to his promise, I waited for over a thousand days, and he eventually did come back. I was delighted, but just ten days after I blissfully prepared for the marking ceremony, I overheard him speaking with his fellow hunters. "Are you sure you're going to mark Elara? What about Dahlia and Emery? Especially Emery—the pup's two years old and looks just like you. There's no hiding it at all." "Hell, the whole thing about a secret mission was a farce, to cover up for you hanging around for Emery's birth. If Elara knew the truth…" Orion shot his deputy a sharp glare right then. "Just tell Dahlia to keep her mouth shut and hide the pup. Elara's the only one for me." Dahlia? The pup? As it turned out, in those three years I was worried sick for him, he had a pup with another woman. My knuckles clenched, I returned to my room and called my father. "Dad, I want to go home."