Storm Clouds Rolling In

Violet Anderson, a young artist, lived in LA with her best friend, Tracy Derwin. She was living a calm life and although she studied art, she was working in a small restaurant . Vincenzo Mercanti, a 26 years old bachelor, king of the mafia in both, USA and Italy, cold hearted, merciless killer that lived a wealthy life. One night, two incidents changed both their lives, when the mafia don wanted a little brunette to be his. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "Who is she?" I asked my best man, Giovanni. "I don't know. I came here with you man." He replied rolling his eyes. "I want her." I said. "What?" He turned abruptly and looked at me. "Bring her to me Gio or I'll kill you myself." I shot him a cold glare. "Okay."

Storm had hoped for a happy marriage but dragged by his father to an arranged marriage. When he finds out that his wife is just as apathetic as her brother, he stays only to fulfill his duties as a husband in paper for the sake of their deal. When he sees his wife in a TV interview, he discovers a whole new side of Aira, a side he only wished existed. In the midst of family chaos and business rivalries, can these two people find true love? Storm is determined to be more than a billionaire heir husband, but can Aira allow herself to fall for a complete stranger?

"I don't have anything to say to you Alpha." I said as I stared at him currently glaring at me. "Neveah you don't understand so don't act like you do." he said in frustration. "I dont mean to offend you Alpha Axel but I have no clue what your talking about." "Don't act like you don't know we're mates," he said in irritation. I tilted my head to the side knowing I was getting under his skin. "Mate's or not. You are no longer mine. So please Alpha King, escort yourself out," I said with a blank stare. I faced my back to him feeling the anger rolling off him in waves. I wasn't the one at fault here. It was all him.

"I know your reputation quite well, Mr. Storm. You're cold, calculating, and a merciless man. Everyone fears you. Well, everyone except me." I tilt my head, intrigued at her answer. At the defiance brimming in the depths of her hazel eyes. "You're almost correct, Ms. Han. Everyone fears me, including you, even if you say otherwise." She bit down on her bottom lips, eyes trained on mine, but her fingers were shaking. I take a step forward. Then another. And another, until I have her backed up against a wall, her head shifted to the side, giving me a good view of her spotless, delicate neck. "W-what are you doing?" "Punishing you." "You're sick." "Wait till I'm done, mio cara. I'm sure that review will change for the worst." — Twenty-two-year-old Reneigh Han has been working for the Storm Enterprises since she got out of grad school. She cherishes her position, but when fate backs her into a corner and forces her to steal from the enterprises, she tries to take the secret to the grave. Elijah Storm is as ruthless as they come. A much feared Mafia Don and leader of the Storm Mafia. No one steals from him and goes scot free. When he finds out Reneigh's secret, he's determined to give her a second chance to prove her loyalty to him. Reneigh would be his for six months. A devious arrangement, yes, but Elijah Storm always gets what he wants. And he wants Reneigh. As his.

"Holy crap, you are so boring!" He pushed her against the wall, placing his hands on either side of her and staring into her eyes in frustration. He is shirtless and has flat abs touching her body, which is giving her goosebumps. "I don't know how to kiss." She looked at the man, pouting her lips. He scoffed at her boring reply. "Teach me how to kiss." She mumbled, licking her lips, and grabbed his attention. He looked down at her and stroked his hair with his fingers, pulling her close by her waist. "Stand on my toes." He smirked, sending chills down her spine. She climbed over, placing both feet on his toes. "Look into my eyes." He grabbed her chin and make her look into his eyes. She looked into his green-pricing eyes, rolling her fingers on his trimmed beard. "Concentrate on my lips." He synced, licking his lips. Her heart skipped a beat as he pressed her thin lips between his thumbs. And she moaned in response, rolling her eyes at his lips. "Seal your lips on mine and chew it up like an ice cream." He explained the first step, bending his head to seal her lips. "Aaaachuuuuu!!" She sneezed loudly before he sealed her lips. "ANGELINA." He yelled at the top of his lungs. "I’m sorry, hubby." Angelina closed her eyes, covering them with both hands. Angelina is a twenty-year-old college student with lots of goals in life, but she doesn't have parents to give her pocket money and support her financially. But one day, she married a billionaire and then her tragic life turned into a romantic one. Now the question is - how will Angelina satisfy her husband and his desires when she has only experienced struggles in her past life?

❝I was given specific instructions to have you talk about your sister's murder and gauge your anger. If you do not do this, you will fail and you'll have to go back to the asylum and spend another six years,❞ She explained. 'Is that what you want?'❝You don't give a fuck about what I want, your getting a paycheck anyway.❞ I said, rolling my eyes. I knew what she wanted me to say, it was what they all wanted me to say. Indirectly at least.That I was a loose canon ready to explode. A sadistic, psychotic bitch with no feelings of remorse. A cold-blooded killer...Mrs Jones frowned, adjusting her glasses. ❝You're right, I'm getting paid for this. I have no problem failing you immediately because you're a murderer, a mons...???? ??????? ???? ? ???? ????????? ??????? ?????? ?????? ???????? ???? ?? ?????????? ?? ???? ???? ??? ?????? ????? ???????? ?? ? ??????? ??? ?????? ?????? ?????????? ??? ??????? ??????????, ?????, ??? ????? ?? ?? ?????? ??? ???. ???? ???, ?? ? ???? ????? ?? ????, ???? ??? ??? ? ?????? ??????????? ?? ???? ??? ?????? ???? ???????Warning: contains extreme violence, vulger, and gore.May cause triggers to some readers.

📖 Full Synopsis (Professional, 30-Chapter Summary) In a realm where the abyss bleeds whispers into men’s hearts, Aria, a gifted warrior bound to light, finds herself tethered to Lucien, a man scarred by an ancient mark. Their alliance begins in unease but quickly deepens into fragile trust, even as shadows stir within him. As armies clash and kingdoms fracture, Rowan, the enigmatic elder, and Kael, a fierce commander, fight to keep their ranks united. Yet Lucien’s mark grows restless, seeding betrayal, suspicion, and fear. Aria stands at his side, convinced that his humanity can be preserved, while others believe the abyss has already claimed him. The march to war spirals. Battles scar the land, alliances fray, and Lucien’s struggle becomes the fulcrum of fate. In the Breaking Storm, shadow and flame engulf the battlefield. Lucien teeters on the edge of becoming a weapon of the abyss. Aria refuses to yield, her voice anchoring him even as his blade rises against her. Kael’s blood is spilled in defiance, Rowan binds the storm in desperate runes, and Aria steps into the abyss itself, whispering her vow. In the climax, Lucien shatters his own blade, breaking free from the darkness—but not without scars. The storm collapses, leaving silence in its wake. In the aftermath, enemies bury their dead side by side. Kael rebuilds broken ranks, Rowan warns that the abyss never releases its scars, and Aria tends to Lucien’s healing—both body and soul. Though the mark lingers faintly beneath his skin, her vow holds stronger: never again will the abyss take him. The book closes on dawn: the storm passed, the stars returned, and two hands held fast against the dark.

“We’ll never be happy.” “I’ll make us happy as long as you want.” I ran my hand through my hair. “Why do you want this?” “Because there was never a time when I didn't want you?” Arthur Wilder was once an apology I thought was sent to me, but he turned out to be a calm before the storm, a storm that almost cost my life and led to my biggest darkness, which still lingers in my soul. Years later, when I thought I was finally in control, powerful and unstoppable, he was back to take charge of my life. But how can I be with the source of my nightmare?

The island of Bellpond is a welcoming place for tourists—and a home to werewolves. Vanessa Martin, a member of the Silver Crescent pack knows that Jordan Hale is the forbidden fruit—someone off limits. He belongs to the rival pack. And yet, she's attracted to him in ways she cannot explain. When a tragedy befalls him, Nessa wants to be there in some way to comfort him. She goes out of her way, ignoring all words of advice and warnings from her peers and her grandma and soon, a friendship blossoms between them. The smooth wheel rolling down breaks when they find a body washed up on the shore, and soon a couple more follow, piling up. Nessa and Jordan pair up, vowing to get to the bottom of this, but as they investigate more, they realise the matter is more sinister than they expected. Will they stop and expose those involved in these gruesome murders or fall down the rabbit hole trying to uncover the mystery?

"I wish I had jumped down a cliff." I uttered, tears rolling down my cheeks. He was indifferent, a chuckle emanating from his lips. "And what will be your gain?" His hand lingered on my neck, his dark eyes staring right at me "Why don't you become mine instead?" ...... One night. One contract. One chance at love. Sarah Williams had a nightstand with Vincenzo, a mafia boss on her boyfriend's birthday. Which ended up as a disaster the next day. However, to make things right and fix his reputation, he was left with no choice but to make Sarah his wife, so he propose a marriage contract to her. However, what happens when a one night stand turns into an entangled deal? Would she let love do its thing? Or would she allow herself remain helpless forever in the web of a contract marriage? What is it going to be?