Sidney Scream 5

" Be careful kitten, I can make you scream but not of pain but of maximum pleasure but you will have to beg for it kitten!" he said as he yanked my hair making my neck exposed to him and my back at the cool surface adding to the shivers I felt down to my spine from his effect of his breath on my bare neck, he smiled at the effect he was having on me. Amelia grew up hearing horrible and horrifying things about the Alpha king, the alpha of the alphas and detested even the mention of his name. Being an Omega Amelia didn't bother much of her life, she just wished for a mate that would accept her and take her away from the misery of being an Omega, her prayers for sure were answered. Alpha Liam never wanted a mate, he saw mates as a weakness. After several years on Earth he was certified that his mate might be already dead or his wish had been granted, little did he know the universe had other plans for him.

Our Pack followed an ancient law: if a she-wolf wasn't bonded by the age of 23, the Pack had the right to assign her a mate, regardless of her will. Felix is my childhood sweetheart and fated mate, the Alpha of the Moonclaw Pack. But he postponed our bonding ceremony and is holding a mating ceremony with an Omega first, all because of that law. Felix pitied Omega, Valentina, who was already 22, afraid she would be matched with a bad mate. But he seemed to forget that after waiting for him for 5 years, I would turn 23 next month. My mother and I begged him to reconsider our mating ceremony only to be met with Felix's dilemma attitude: "You've waited this many years, what's a little longer?" "Besides me, who else would choose Valentina? Clara, you still have parents, but Valentina is poor, she only has me." "Please wait, after the mate bond ceremony with Valentina, I'll break it and then bond with you." Later, in order to prevent me from bonding with a slave, my mother hurriedly chose a mate for me. Coincidentally, my mate bond ceremony and Felix and Valentina's mate bond ceremony were on the same day. On the day I was being taken off in a luxury car, I passed by Felix handing him ceremonial flowers. When he saw me, he suddenly shifted into a wolf and blocked the car insane. Even after being hit and vomiting blood, he stared intensely at me and asked why I was wearing a wedding dress…

“Why did you do this to me, Sarah?” The man knelt in front of me, with tears on his cheeks, I could see the despair in his eyes as Arthur looked at me. “As you told me, you just need to feel every treatment I do to you until you find pleasure in it,” ••• Sarah's life was destroyed, no one could be trusted, not even her family and friends. After her father's death, her life was no longer the same, her stepmother took all her remaining property and kicked her out of her own house. Even her friends left her one by one because there was no longer any hope of being friends with a poor girl like Sarah. And when the day finally came, when Arthur, her lover who had been with her for 5 years, suddenly asked her to marry, Sarah saw a new hope in her life, but unfortunately, all of that was just a game for the billionaire, Arthur married her not because of love, but for a very bad reason. Breaking the girl into pieces and kicking her into prison for a very long time. How will Sarah's life be after that? Will she survive or will she give up before she can breathe free air?

After being forced to marry a high powered billionaire to protect her family, Elena gave up everything only to be betrayed and killed brutally after she found out his secret.She wasn’t just sold out, she was a tool for her family to become wealthy. They told her they needed her help to protect the family, but it was all a lie.She was sold for money and the man she lived with for 5 years was a murderer who had killed so many women.To him, they were his obsession and he was only letting her be because she was weak and not ready enough to be killed.After getting to know the monster he is, Elena woke up seven years earlier where she wanted to leave her family to get married to him. She then vowed to reveal his secret and change her fate.Determined to revenge on everyone who had a hand in her marriage to her husband, she decided to go to Mason, a tycoon businessman who runs a bodyguard company.She wanted to train to protect herself but fate had more in mind when the two of them got entangled with each other causing them to get more closer.

Even the street punks knew that in Chicago, Catherine Leone was untouchable. I had three deadly protectors watching my back. My husband, Raphael Falcone, was the youngest underboss in the Chicago Outfit. He was known for his cold, iron-fisted rule, yet in a crowded room, he would kneel to adjust the hem of my gown. My childhood friend, Luca Vizzini, the family's brilliant new consigliere. He'd sworn to protect me since we were kids. And my twin brother, Salvatore Leone, who cherished me above all else. He took over the family at eighteen and treated me like royalty, making me the most envied Principessa in the underworld. On my twenty-eighth birthday, I waited in the living room all day, clutching a pregnancy test with two solid lines, ready to share the news that would change everything. Instead, they brought me my brother's body, murdered by a drug dealer hailed as a hero. And standing before me was my husband, Raphael Falcone, ready to clear the murderer's name. "Tell me why," A scream clawed at my throat, but I fought it down, "You know damn well who the murderer is." "Catherine, control yourself." It was Luca Vizzini, my childhood friend, who tied my hands. "Salvatore's gone, but you still have us. You're still Mrs. Falcone, still the Principessa of the Leone family." "The Leones have looked after Chiara for years. You know her father is all she has." They wanted me to confess to my brother’s fabricated crimes and apologize to Chiara. But they forget. Before I was Raphael's wife, I was Catherine Leone. A master hacker who could breach any system. I will deliver my own justice in ways they cannot imagine. And I will make them regret it.

Mary and Maria are sisters. They share a lot of things. Mary is the eldest, while Maria is the youngest. Until they grew up into fine ladies, Maria didn't quite think that even with a man, they had the same taste. Until they both got sick. And since Mary was a favorite child, Maria did nothing but give way to her sister, especially since her boyfriend got her sister pregnant. Maria felt everything very much. Even his family is angry with her because she was accused of stealing money from their company. Maria left their mansion, and she didn't show up again. After 5 years, she will return again to take revenge on the people who trampled on her. Is there still room in her heart for the word forgiveness?

The Revoltoir Household is a very wealthy household. It has everything every noble wished for. Wealth? Power? They have it all. That house produced a lot of legends in the Empire. Little did they know, that house is the most despicable house of all. All because of the secret Tradition that is also known as Bataille De Survie. The 5 geniuses of the current generation of this house got super close. As they don't want to fight and kill each other, they decided to make a plan to overthrow their father and to make one of them be the new Grand Duke and to put a stop to their horrible tradition. Will they pull it off? or will they all die protecting one another?

"You keep saying he died of black magic, but you're not telling me exactly how he died. If what you're saying is true... what happened to him??" I ask her with a raise of my brows. "The magic consumed him. He became power hungry. He started absorbing the powers from members of our coven. He wanted it all for himself. He had to be put down. He had to be stopped" She explains "Mom, what are you saying? Are you insinuating what I think you are? What do you mean he had to be put down??" The windows to her room bang open and cool breeze is rushing in, making the papers in her room fly haphazardly. "Layla, you have to calm down." She motions towards me. "So the coven killed him?? They killed my father and you didn't do anything about it????" I scream at the top of my lungs, the lights still flickering, tears pooling in my eyes and wind blowing in through the windows. "He killed two people from our coven! His eyes were completely black! The magic had completely taken over him. Your dad wasn't there anymore. So yes, we killed him to protect the rest of the coven…"

I've been married to the prince of the underworld for ten years and have endured countless life-or-death situations by his side. My hands, once trained to play the piano, are covered in calluses from holding guns and stained with blood. But at 28, my husband ends up falling for a young woman from the slums. She's as delicate and pure as a chamomile. She's his well-kept little secret—until I run into them at the woman's prenatal appointment one day. I storm up to him, demanding an explanation, only for him to nonchalantly hand me divorce papers. "Sonia is a devout follower of the church and can't have a child before marriage. I must make an honest woman out of her. Sign these, and you'll get 40% of the company's shares." I refuse to do as told, so he corners me. In the end, he has my crippled younger brother tied up and forced under a hydraulic compression machine. "Sign the papers, Maeve, or watch your brother become a human mince pie. The choice is yours." I fall on my knees and beg him to stop. As the machine turns on, my hands fly to my aching lower belly, and I scream as I lose consciousness. When I wake up again, I'm back in the hospital, in the same spot where I ran into my husband and his mistress at her prenatal appointment. This time, I don't confront him. Overnight, I make arrangements with a sanatorium abroad, get divorced, and run away from home. Yet the moment I truly disappear, my husband loses his mind.

Dark Mafia Scene “Who laid a hand on you? Dallion's voice was low, cold, and dangerous. His dark gaze bore into her, daring her to stay silent. When she didn’t respond, the tension snapped like a whip, his voice booming through the room, “Who?” The butler, standing rigid against the wall, swallowed hard before stammering out the words, “It... it was Mr. Rivers, sir.” The atmosphere turned deadly as Dallion's jaw clenched, fury igniting in his eyes. “Bring him to me.” The butler’s eyes widened in fear. “N-now, sir? It’s... it’s late.” Dallion's hand, once braced against the wall near her head, slowly curled into a fist. His eyes never left her face, his possessiveness was palpable. Without looking at the butler, his voice dropped to a lethal calm, “Do you need a better time? Or shall I break your legs to teach you urgency?” The butler didn’t need any more encouragement. He fled the room, returning twenty minutes later with a trembling Mr. Rivers. “Dallion, my friend, what’s all this about?” Rivers began, his voice casual as if nothing was amiss. But Dallion wasn't’t here for pleasantries. His eyes slid to the knife stabbed into the apple on the table, and in one fluid motion, he yanked it free, the blade glinting in the dim light. Without a word, Dallion grabbed Rivers outstretched hand, slamming it onto the table. The sharp scream that followed echoed in the room as Dallion, with one swift movement, sliced through the man’s fingers. Blood splattered across the polished wood as Rivers screamed in agony, clutching his mutilated hand. “No one touches what belongs to me,” Dallion's voice was eerily calm, his expression devoid of any sympathy.