Villa Merapi Green Hills

When Alora Marino gets involved in the mafia after making one fateful decision, her bland and ordinary life changes completely. She rescues the younger brother of a mafia Don, Dante Bellini, and soon after finds herself stuck in a dangerous game. Torn between her vows as a nurse and the seducing figure of Dante, Alora lives in a mix of dangerous surroundings where new enemies seem to rise everyday. As threats increase, Alora’s choices will not only impact her, but also the people she cares about. Will Alora make the tough choice between love and loyalty? Or will she run for the hills to save herself?

"Tell me you are mine" the cold, sharp, merciless blade tried to force me into submission. Into HIS submission. I am not a property that anyone can own. "I-I am yours". Green is supposed to be my favorite color but as I look into his green merciless eyes I feel nothing but fear. "Good girl. Now, we don't want your dear ones hurt do we?" ****Where do you see yourself in three years? Two? One?What gives you the certainty that there will be one at all?In a world where most people dream and everything is normal, how would it feel to not know what normal is? Life is never easy and it won't ever be. It's harder when you have demons of your past and devils in your present to fight against. No one wants to lose but how long can you keep yourself stable? Only the strong and brave survives in the race. Is she strong and brave?Triggers are present.

Vanessa ends up saving a wolf with reddish fur and green eyes. She decided to take care of him until he got better and decided to take him to where she works, which is a zoo. She just didn't expect the wolf to be an alpha lupus and for her to be his chosen one.

When my best friend Katie fell for a bratva underboss Ivan, I swore I would never get involved with such dangerous men. But one day, I realized my contracted husband Albert, who supposedly married me for a green card, turned out to be Ivan's Bratva boss...

Ian Ludwig and I have grown more in sync in the eight years we have been married. I believe him when he lies to me that he's on a business trip, when in reality he's buying a villa for Francesca Yarrington, his childhood friend. He also believes me when I hand him a divorce agreement, saying that it is a property transfer agreement. There's still one month left in the cooling-off period before our divorce is finalized. That gives me just enough time to clear out everything from our eight years of marriage.

A dark and gloomy villa stood in the middle of the barren landscape, hidden from sight by a perched hedge. It was phenomenal and spectacular, but it makes it appear to have succumbed to a sullen and ominous atmosphere, both inside and out. A lanky hedge and gnarled shrubs give off the impression that the house has indeed been overlooked. The rainstorm seeping from the sewer pipes made the place appear miserable and dispirited. Needless to say, the house appeared razed to the ground and devoid of life. The house was made of rune stone that had been smeared darker in spots by downpours, sending it an insidious demeanor even during the day. The window frames were all padlocked and bricked up in steel frames and woods, as if what was inside would have been too grotesque to see, trying to give the impression that someone must have attempted to prevent something horrible from escaping. People have claimed that the residence was plagued by the witch who died there, but there has been no tangible evidence to substantiate their claims. It was even widely speculated that the villa was venomous and mowed down the leaves of trees that come into direct contact with its concrete pillars. People also construed a terrifying presumption that whoever tries to enter the house will never make it out alive because there is something inside that you would never dare to see with your very own eyes. Whatever was real or not, it was unmistakably foreshadowing, exponentially cold and savage at a hundredth of a thousand glances. A breathtaking doll sat competently on a rocking chair inside the house. Waiting complacently for someone brave and heroic enough to unravel the abominable and ghoulish mystery and paradox behind her enchanting, spine-chilling smile.

"Life and Death are like green and red: you can't be both, but you can be neither. " Will you accept if you were given a chance to live forever? Or would you rather live with the fact that life ends with death? For Simon, there is no other choice than to live until everyone dies. All he wants is to be dead, but how?

No one knows the secret romance of Van and Fatima, the eldest child of Della Villa, but there is no secret that cannot be revealed. Van's mother found out their secret which made her happy and accept it. But the reaction of the eldest son Gayrill, Van's brother was different . Fatima didn't quite know why Gayrill was so angry with her even then. Unbeknoqst to Fatima she took something from Garyrill, Gayrill wanted to be replace it un any way. He would like to see the tears in Fatima's eyes qhen he already took what she stole from Gayrill, claim it.

After two years of marriage, Joshua suddenly asked for a divorce.He said, "She's back. Let's get a divorce, and you can ask for whatever you want."Two years of marriage could not withstand a single turn of events. As the saying goes, 'If the ex sheds a tear, the current lover will surely lose.'Without making a fuss, Cynthia chose to comply and presented her conditions."I want your most expensive supercar.""Okay.""And the villa in the outskirts.""Deal.""And let's split the tens of billions we earned during our two-year marriage.""Excuse me, what?"

Christy had to do surrogacy for money, for a lot of money, for some reasons... She spent a turbulent night with a strange man in a strange villa for one, not one, many rounds of sexual intercourse, and eventually got pregnant. After giving birth to a twins of one boy and one girl and giving them away like agreed, her pain didn’t stop. She gave birth to another baby boy on the way back home. With overjoy, she kept the youngest son to herself and raised him by herself. Will she meet the other two babies of hers ever again? Will she meet the father of her three children ever again?