Voice Of Gold

In a Mafia world where power and fear reign, was a Dangerous Mafia Lord with an iron fist. He was a feared figure who murders without mercy. LUCIFER was his name, A nickname at that. His real identity and name remains a mystery, not even a skilled hacker can get his identity. His heart was as hard as rock and Cold as an Ice, the word Love is what he hated to hear in his world. Whereas, He has an obsession with a really expensive Gold chain which was given to him by someone special to him. Not until, a lady stole it. Who is she? TATIANA MORETTI!!! Tatiana Moretti was an Innocent 19 year old lady, she lived a simple life just as she wanted not until life took turns for her. Her father had borrowed a huge amount of money from a loan shark for a business purposes but it crashed unfortunately. He fell in a terrible subsequent sickness at that period as Tatiana was the only one her father has. With dramatic measures, a friend of hers told her about a particular gold chain that belongs to a powerful mafia, it cost billions of dollars and Tatiana became interested in it. She was told about the dangers but she didn't mind since she can save her father with the money. Despite the danger, she manages to steal the chain, but Lucifer is hot on her heels. She led her herself into the devil's web, and soon, she found herself trapped in it, dancing to the tune of the music she created. Lucifer found himself going deep into her world as she became his loyal plaything, his entitlement, his doll, his own property..... Was she able to get away with the devil's Gold chain?

"My mate is the man who murdered my sister," Lucia whispered, her voice shaking. Julius’s eyes flashed with hurt and fury. "I don’t know who you think I am, Lucia, but I will prove the truth, even if it breaks us both." She swore to kill him. Fate swore to bind them. Ten years ago, Lucia Wright watched her sister, Teja, die at the hands of a man whose honey gold eyes she could never forget. Since that night, her life has been nothing but prisons, rogues, and blood-soaked promises of revenge. At the Moonbane Festival, the goddess finally grants her a mate. But when the mask falls away, she recognizes him, Alpha Julius of Rivermist Pack. The man she believes murdered her sister. Lucia accepts his mother’s sudden proposal, not out of love, but to finish what she started, to kill him from within his own home. Yet the mate bond burns hotter than her hatred, and every stolen touch threatens to unravel her carefully built rage. Julius has secrets of his own, enemies in the shadows, a rival Alpha bent on his ruin, and a past drenched in sins he can’t escape. As truths twist and betrayals surface, Lucia must decide, will she cling to vengeance, or surrender to the bond that defies her every oath? In a world of demons, rival packs, and blood debts, love may be the deadliest trap of all.

The unnatural heat flooding my veins, the unfamiliar ache low in my belly - I was in heat for the very first time. And Kai had sensed it instantly. "Please..." The whispered plea fell unbidden from my lips. A pleased rumble reverberated in Kai's broad chest. "What do you want?" His voice was guttural, laced with desire and command. "Say it." My throat constricted around the shameful words. But my wolf, Crystal, shoved them out. "I... I want you. Please!" Kai's hungry look intensified. "Please what?" "Take me..." It was part sob, part moan. "Make me yours!" ... Betrayed... Sold... And Rejected... Tracy finally ran away from the cold alpha who despised her for being his mate when she realized she was carrying his child. Three years later, Tracy had built her dream life, better and stronger. But what would happen to her little perfect world when Alpha Kai finally found her? ... Only after Tracy left did Alpha Kai realizes she was his true mate and not some gold digger planted by the elders after his throne. Regretting his coldness towards her, Kai chased her back. But Tracy was now a sophisticated single mother who had lots of men groveling for her attention. Would she forgive and accept him back?

Three years after our breakup, I ran into my ex-girlfriend, and she had her new boyfriend by her side. "Hey, isn't that Henry the expert?" Diego Stanley taunted with a smirk. "Three years post-breakup, and you're slumming it here playing with clay?" I furrowed my brow, ignored them, and carefully moved the Victorian-era porcelain musician figurine onto its preset base in the display case. When I wasn't biting, he reached out to grab the figurine from my arms. "What's this junk you're treating like gold? Let me take a look." Cynthia Wyatt frowned, her voice laced with that familiar arrogance. "Henry, I've given you three years to shape up, and you're still the same loser? Come on, hand over that clay doll to Diego. Don't kill the vibe. If you play nice, I might even reconsider our old engagement." As Diego's hand neared the figurine, I dodged quickly and barked, "Hands off! It's a historical artifact!" Diego got pissed off and shoved me hard. "Some flea market find, and you're acting all high and mighty?" In the ensuing scuffle, I lost my balance, and the figurine slipped from my grasp, crashing to the floor. That sealed their fate. This entitled pair was about to go bankrupt trying to fix it.

I set fire to my painting in front of the entire academy. Thunderous applause erupts from the crowd as everyone thinks it's some kind of performance art. Unlike them, Willow Laurent is distraught. She rushes up and grabs my hand, questioning in a shrill voice, "Cassidy Seymour, have you gone mad? This is your only chance to prove yourself!" I shake her hand off me coldly. My only chance? No… What she means is that it's her chance. In my past life, I created this masterpiece with all my heart and soul. But she stole it from me and submitted it as her entry first. Whether it was the composition, the colors, or even my original dot-stippling technique… She replicated every detail flawlessly. Then, she won the National Young Artists Gold Award, signed with a top gallery, and became a rising star. And what about me? I was condemned as a shameless plagiarist. Insults and curses gradually drowned me. "You shouldn't be an artist!" "Plagiarists are scum! They should just die!" Her fans stormed into my studio, smashed my art supplies, and broke my right hand. As I saw no end to the hell that I was living in, I jumped down from the top floor of my studio. When I open my eyes again, I'm back to the very day she first accuses me of plagiarism.

We had agreed to spend the New Year with our own families, but at the last minute, my husband, Drake Murrell, changed his mind and insisted I go back with him this year. I agreed, planning to take this opportunity to finally tell him the truth about who I really was. When we first got married, my parents told me to keep a low profile so that Drake, who came from a single-parent household, wouldn’t feel pressured. So I hid the fact that I was the daughter of the richest family in the capital, the Thorntons. When we returned to his hometown, I specifically bought my mother-in-law, Diana Murrell, a pair of gold bangles. She accepted them with a beaming smile, praising me again and again for being such a thoughtful daughter-in-law. However, the next day, as I passed by the old oak tree at the edge of Willow Creek, I overheard her talking about me with a group of people. "Oh, you have no idea. My daughter-in-law is absolutely ridiculous!" My hand froze midair, still holding my phone, as I instinctively ducked behind a haystack. I heard her continue loudly, "She bought me a pair of gold bangles this year. The moment I touched them, I knew they were fake! I’m telling you, they’re probably those cheap online knockoffs, like the kind that cost next to nothing and start fading the moment you wear them!" I was stunned with anger. She called pure gold fake? Looks like the million-dollar New Year gift I had prepared for her wasn’t necessary anymore.

It is against the law in the Gold River Pack to have a physical relationship outside of the mating bond. The morning after the Alpha Beta Ball, Hyacinth finds her life turned upside down when she wakes up in a stranger's bed. Forced from her pack she becomes a rogue. Little does she know, her ill-fated one-night-stand would lead to her being forever linked to the new young alpha--who is engaged to her step-sister Ashlynd. When a roadside rescue finds her returning to her pack after 6 years, she comes face to face the pack's new Luna, her sister Ash, and sees an opportunity to find out what really happened to her the night of the Alpha Beta Ball. With the help of her very special son, who has been gifted with powers beyond explanation, she looks for answers and justice. Who set her up that night? Why does her child have "superpowers'? And what is really happening in the small pack of Gold River?

"Are you sure you can get out of this trap, Arka? The trap you created for yourself long ago." The sentence haunted Arka's mind every time he looked at the woman who was now sitting gracefully on his lap. Amidst the glimmer of crystal lamps and the sheen of a gold dress, his ex-wife, Kania, looked like a queen who had just reclaimed her throne. Arka knew they were no longer bound by a sacred vow. Their divorce was final, signed on stamped paper years ago. Yet, in this private room, with the aroma of whiskey and Kania's challenging gaze, Arka once again became the helpless, foolish man. Tonight was supposed to be the celebration of his new engagement. He was supposed to be celebrating a new chapter. But Kania's presence in the private lounge, in a high-slit dress that showed off her long legs, had ruined everything. "You didn't have to come, Kania," Arka hissed, his voice choked. Kania smiled cynically, caressing Arka's jaw with her cold fingers. "You're right, darling. I didn't have to come. But I had to make sure of one thing: that your heart... still belongs to me, just like before." It turned out that getting out of the marriage was much easier than getting out of his ex-wife's love. Will Arka continue his engagement? Or will he return to his ex-wife?

For five years, Celia was nothing more than Alpha king’s secret lover, wearing her disliked dress and perfume, just because he like it on her. —until She overheard the truth: “She’s just a replacement. A gold digger.” "I chose her, just becuase she seems like you. She's your Substitute. Never deserved be a luna." Shattered, she walks away, vowing never to look back. But then—her instincts sharpen, her senses heighten, and Soren’s scent clings to her skin. ...Mate. Impossible. A wolfless girl like her could never be the Alpha King’s fated mate… right? * On the first day she left, he wasn’t worried. “She’ll come back.” “Don’t bother with it. She was just a substitute lover. A worthless gold digger.” But after a week… a month… three months… his panic set in. “Lock down the entire pack—find her at all costs… —Find my Luna!”

"I found my mate and I think she just rejected me so... yeah happy me," I responded. I tried to keep my voice neutral so, that I could hide my pain. But it was a terrible fail. "Well if it makes you feel any better, I don't have a mate either brother," Damien responded. For someone who was human, that is before I turned him, he sure did lack empathy. "Does she not like your form?" He asked after realizing that he was not making me feel any better. I looked different. Yes, that was true. But not that much different. Besides, I know that that wasn't the reason why she rejected me, if I can call it a rejection that is. My mate rejected me because I was of low status and income. Damn it, I was mated to a gold digger. XXXXXX Dimitri is an original vampire. He is also soon-to-be king. As part of his pre-coronation duties, he is to disguise himself and live among his soon-to-be subjects such as to understand them better. However, he cannot get caught. If anyone recognizes that it is him, their prince, then he has failed. So, what happens when he bumps into his mate and she doesn't approve of him being of working class? Throw in a black, bold and beautiful African woman, a ton of family secrets and a supernatural war, then your recipe for disaster is good to go.