Tattoos For Lost Friends Novels & Stories

I was Elena DeLuca, the orphan Lucian Vestri pulled out of a massacre. The night two mafia families turned the docks into a graveyard, my parents died taking bullets meant for him. He carried me out in his arms, brought me back to the Vestri estate, and kept me by his side ever since. For five years, he gave me everything. Protection. Privilege. A place no one else could touch. He made me the most untouchable woman in the city. So I was foolish enough to believe I meant something different to him. Then I told him I loved him. He gave me silence. And for the next three years, he gave me nothing else. Until the day he went to another family to formalize his engagement. His bride was Sofia Bellini. The woman who once watched me humiliate myself for him. That same day, another family placed a marriage alliance in front of me. This time, I did not cry. I did not beg. I lowered my eyes and said, calmly,"If my marriage can repay the Vestris and serve the family's interests, then I'm willing." The moment I was no longer his, Lucian went mad trying to make me stay.

My Alpha mate's childhood sweetheart and I are pregnant at the same time. To protect her reputation, he announces to the public that her pup is his. However, he claims that my pup is a bastard that I conceived after having an affair with another man. I go from being the noble Luna to a despised slut everyone scorns instantly. When I question my mate, Simon Latham, he shrugs and says, "Xandra has always been a goody two-shoes. She won't be able to handle the gossip from being pregnant without a mate. You're the Luna. Isn't it your duty to help your people?" On that day, any form of affection and love I ever felt for him die down completely. I secretly schedule an abortion and book a plane ticket. From now on, I will leave Simon for good.

Olivia gave him everything — and he never noticed. For years Olivia held her husband's empire together in silence — invisible, loyal, unchosen. When his true love moved in and quietly claimed her son's heart, she endured. But when a crisis revealed she wasn't even chosen as a mother, the truth became impossible to deny. When the contract expired, she walked away. Her absence unraveled everything. His desperation triggered the very inheritance clause he'd spent years protecting — handing his rival cousin the empire he'd built on her sacrifice. But what happens when the man who never chose her will do anything to get her back — and the rival he feared most has already won her heart?

“This means nothing to me, Mr. Stark. It was just sex, and mistakes like this shouldn’t happen again.” Lyon never expected Vivian to speak to him with that kind of confidence. Vivian once thought marrying into the powerful Stark family seemed like fate. But it became her downfall, the marriage destroyed, her child taken from her, and her life completely stripped away. She was left raising Lyon’s abandoned daughter, only to be rejected by the same child five years later in favor of her biological mother. With nothing left, Vivian returned to her aunt’s home, only to suffer another betrayal when her cousin stole her chance at a life-changing modeling opportunity. Determined not to remain broken, Vivian rebuilt herself and took on an acting role abandoned by her ex-husband’s fiancée. That single decision changed everything. Years later, the role went viral and brought her back into the spotlight she was never meant to reach again. Her ex-husband wants her back at all costs, refusing to let her go a second time. However, his fiancée is determined to destroy Vivian, seeing her as a threat that must be eliminated before she takes back everything she lost. Now Vivian stands at the center of a storm she didn’t ask for no longer the woman they discarded, but the one they can no longer control.

Danika has the perfect life. Perfect family. Perfect friends. Perfect grades. Perfect mate. Perfect, right? No. She has a few secrets she hasn’t admitted. Secrets like Hadley Robertson. So how does she escape this? Reading. And Hadley… he has a few secrets of his own too.

I'm representing the Rosa family at a mafia trade summit when we're ambushed on the road. In the chaos, I get separated from the only bodyguard assigned to protect me. When I finally overcome all hurdles and make it home alive, I see him step down from the vehicle that attacked us. The Soldati line up before him respectfully. "Mr. Marco, if you like Leonora, you could just tell the Don. Why pretend to be Viviana's bodyguard? You had us chase Viviana into the dangerous Neralis Rainforest so that Leonora could appear at the trade summit. She's been missing for three days now. Shall we send our men to look for her?" Marco Santis furrows his brows, and his fingers clench around a ring carved with the Santis family's crest. "Leonora has always been insecure about being an illegitimate daughter. I haven't secured my position as heir. If I tell my father now, I'm afraid he'll never agree. As for Viviana, she's capable. She'll be fine." I realize Marco tried so hard to stay by my side for my illegitimate sister, Leonora Rosa. She's the one who drove my mother to her grave. It feels like someone had dug a hole in my chest and left it open to the cold wind. I force myself to stand and head to my father's room. "Papa, you wanted me to marry the dying heir of the Santis family. I accept."

My body has a special nourishing effect. However, both of my marriage engagements were called off. My first fiance was a religious man who broke his celibacy to make love to me. He canceled the engagement because he couldn't forgive himself. My second fiance was my childhood friend. He made love to me every night. Then, he apologized to me and said I couldn't satisfy him. When I was about to take my life, I saw them acting out a pure love story at my friend's bedside. "Sophia, I won't force you if you don't want to do it." "For you, I'm fine with keeping our relationship platonic. I don't mind if we never do it. I can hold myself back!" They treat her gently, as if she will shatter with a single kiss. I put the noose away and call my father. "Dad, I'm not against it anymore. You can send me to the son of the Lowell family to treat his impotence."

A mate bond was thought to be of something beautiful and life changing, the day you would find your soulmate, the one that would get the chance to hold your heart in their hands and cherish you like a gem. Getting married and having pups was all I would dream of. It was the only thing we she wolves looked forward to when it came to getting our wolves. It was meant to be a joyful occasion to obtain our wolves and our mate shortly after, most of my pack members were lucky enough to be mated to their childhood crushes or best friends. I hoped that I would get to do the same. But then again Life was never that easy.

Follow this lost demoness, Vastria who never knew about her true powers or of her real mother. Vastria finds herself submerged into this new world. A world of demons, vampires, werewolves, and more. She did not know her life had been a secret. Her father had answers and just as she started to get answers, she became betrothed. Vastria must unearth the secrets surrounding her new life before someone tries to take her life because the blood running through her veins makes her a powerful being even more powerful than her own mother. **Contains violence, blood, and gore. You have been warned**

Rumor had spread through the Vittori family that the daughter they had lost years ago had finally been found. The moment I heard, I left the family branch and rushed back to the main estate. My car had barely stopped when a young woman hurried over and grabbed my hand. “So you’re the Vittori family’s adopted daughter,” she said with a smile that looked painfully sincere. “Your dress is so beautiful. It must cost tens of thousands of dollars. You can tell you’ve never really had to worry about anything before. Unlike me. I grew up in places where even finding my next meal was a problem.” For a second, I didn’t understand what she meant. Then her eyes lowered to the only necklace around her neck. “This is the only thing I have from Mother,” she whispered. “Please don’t hate me for wearing it.” The next second, she suddenly grabbed my hand, dragged it up toward her throat, and yanked hard. The necklace snapped. Pearls scattered across the marble floor. “Why would you do that?” she cried, staring at me in shock. “If you hate seeing Mother’s gift on me, I’ll take it off right now. I won’t stay and make things difficult for you. Just please don’t tell Father and Mother. I don’t want them caught in the middle, and I don’t want this family fighting because of me.” She curled into herself on the marble floor, shaking as she cried, while the guests around us immediately turned to stare. I stood there completely stunned. I had imagined a thousand ways I might meet my daughter again. I never imagined she would look me in the eye, mistake me for someone else, and frame me before I had even spoken. Because I was not Valentina. I was her mother.