Three Six Mafia Chapter 1: The End Novels & Stories

My family has always considered me a harbinger of misfortune. It's all because I can see a countdown to my relatives' deaths. I tell them when my grandfather, father, and mother will die. It all comes true due to various accidents. My three brothers hate me to the core because they think I cursed my parents and grandfather. My mother actually dies after giving birth to my younger sister, but my brothers dote on her to no end. They say she's their lucky star because everything goes well for the family after she's born. But didn't Mom die while giving birth to her? On my 18th birthday, I see my death countdown when I look at myself in the mirror. I buy an urn I like and prepare a meal. I want to have one last meal with my brothers, but none of them show up even when the timer hits zero…

I, Anastasia Lancroft, was promised power—then thrown to the wolves. My fiancé betrayed me for a stronger alliance. My father chose his new wife over his own daughter. And I was left with nothing but rage. So I made a choice. The Bastorin. A school for the cruel, the cunning, the next kings of the underworld. I came here for one reason—survival. Instead, I found him: Alexei Vasiliev, the dangerously magnetic ruler of this academy. His gaze pins me. His presence devours me. And he’s not the only one. My stepbrothers are here too—Nathaniel and Gabriel. Cruel. Possessive. Hungry for my downfall. Three men. Three predators. And I’m the prey they refuse to share. Now, I’m the prize in their twisted game— where every glance burns, every threat tempts, and every night drags me closer to surrender. This isn’t a love story. It’s a war for dominance. And I’m the one they all want to claim.

A comedy of errors, that offers second chances for first love in this BDSM Mafia, Reverse Harem Romance. In that moment of embarrassment, fear and dread, I do the unthinkable…….. I jump into the black clad stranger's arms, and kiss him with all the drama of a soap opera. Yes, I meant it to be for show to avoid my stalker, but .....Let’s just say it’s not all fake when I practically swoon like the well-to-do British lady I’m impersonating. “Renfield tricked me,” I pant, pointing my shaking finger at the obnoxious blonde man, literally crying, this is all so hysterical to him. “Dracula's spell is too powerful. I can't fight it, go! Go find Van Helsing!" How did this happen? Nicky! That’s right, this is all my orphan brother, Roman Nikolai Cross’ fault! Ever since that tweedle twap jerk named me after the bad luck stray cat outside our orphanage, there is no end to the comedy of errors that is my life. I was hoping to avoid the so tragic it’s funny or so funny it’s tragic stigma with my second chance on life, but no such luck with his latest shenanigans.

My wife and I were both liars. She lied to me 99 times. "I'll forget all about him, I swear." That man was her first love. She never did forget about him. I only lied to her one time. To get her to sign the divorce papers. Time came to the final day of the cooling-off period. Three hours before it was up, I packed up all my stuff and bought a flight ticket to another country. Two hours before it was up, I cut up all my photos that had her in it, leaving only myself. One hour before it was up, I placed the divorce papers on the table. When she saw the papers, they drove her mad.

Three mates. One obsession. A past that refuses to be forgotten. On the night of her mating ceremony, Emilia lost everything, her fated mate, her future, and her life. Betrayed by the one person she trusted most, she died with a broken heart. But the Moon Goddess had other plans. Reborn with a second chance, Emilia returns stronger… and this time, she’s not just fated to one Alpha, but three. The MoonClaw triplets fierce, possessive, and deeply in love with her. Just when happiness feels within reach, her past life crashes into the present along with Xavier, her former step brother turned deadly stalker. He remembers everything… and he’s willing to destroy anyone to make Emilia his.

I have spent ten years fighting against the fake heiress, Cynthia Powell, to secure the Powell family's inheritance. Eventually, we both set our sights on the eldest son of the wealthy Wright family, Robin Wright. In my first life, I secure the marriage, but on the very night the shares are transferred to my name, I die a gruesome death. Blood seeps from my eyes and mouth as I collapse. As I lie there dying, Robin calmly wipes the poisonous powder from his fingertips and smiles at me. "My apologies, Kathy Powell. You have to die for the sake of the woman I truly love." I repeatedly curse Cynthia in my heart. In my second life, I am determined to avoid being murdered by Cynthia and her lover. So, I pass the marriage opportunity over to Cynthia. On their wedding day, I'm relaxing at home with a face mask when the police burst through my door and handcuff me. "Cynthia's car was firebombed on the way to the wedding ceremony, and she was burned to a crisp. We found your fingerprints on the fuel tank. You're under arrest for arson and murder. Please come with us," the police orders. The news shocks me. I'm sentenced to death, all thanks to Robin's manipulation. When I wake up, I'm in my third life. After seeing the Wright family's marriage proposal on the table, Cynthia and I take a step back. A chill runs down both our spines. Robin is a curse. How is it that whoever marries him ends up dead?

After five years of dating, my girlfriend, Rachel Meyers, cancels our wedding 52 times. The first time, her intern, Ethan Cole, messes up a form at the law firm where she works. She rushes back to fix it, leaving me stranded on the beach for the entire day. The second time, during the wedding ceremony, she hears that Ethan is being bullied by another attorney. She abandons everything to help him, leaving me to become the laughingstock of our guests. After that, no matter when we hold the wedding, Ethan always seems to have some kind of emergency that demands her attention. Eventually, I grow numb and decide to break up with her. But on the day I move out of Westerbay, Rachel loses her mind trying to find me.

“How could someone like me, an omega she-wolf who is powerless, had such powerful Alpha mates? Not just one, not two, but three!“ Iris Hildegard believed that finding her mate will be the best way for her to escape the tormenting life she has. She is an omega she-wolf in the Crescent Moon Pack who has endured a life of torment after her mother's death. Her half sisters despised her, bullying her even at school. The reason why she remained an outcast in her own pack. However, Iris's world shattered when the pack's mating ceremony arrived. Unbelievably, both Asher and Felix, who are Alpha’s twin sons, were her mates. These twins are bullying her as well. Surprisingly, Asher impulsively marked his current girlfriend, casting aside his bond with Iris without hesitation. Alpha Lucas from the Silver Moon Pack arrived in search of a suitable breeder. But fate intervened when he saw Iris in the forest who was about to be eaten alive by a Hyde. And the moment he laid his eyes on her, he realized that Iris was his mate. That moment, he wanted to make her his breeder, however, he found out that she was also mated to the son of the Alpha of Crescent Moon Pack. When Felix tried to keep Iris as his mate, his father refused to acknowledge their bond. And so Felix’s father forced them to reject each other before he pushed Iris to Alpha Lucas to be his breeder. Iris thought it will be the end of her life, little did she know, Alpha Lucas will be the one who will help her find her real identity… leading to a connection between all the three Alphas.

Hands. So many hands. They're everywhere, sliding up my thighs, gripping my hips, tangling in my hair. I can't see their faces, but I don't need to. I feel them. Three of them, surrounding me, claiming me. One behind me, his chest pressed against my back, his breath hot against my neck. Another in front, his mouth trailing fire down my throat. The third watching, waiting, his presence a dark promise.* "You're ours," one of them growls, and the sound vibrates through my entire body.

My wife was a surgeon. She saved plenty of lives in her career. However, the only person she failed to save was me. When I was involved in an accident with her long-time crush, she immediately saved him instead. I had been dead for three months, and that was when she realized the person who had been messaging her during this time was not me and started to panic.