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“i live and breathe words. .... It was books that made me feel that perhaps I was not completely alone. They could be honest with me, and I with them. Reading your words, what you wrote, how you were lonely sometimes and afraid, but always brave; the way you saw the world, its colors and textures and sounds, I felt--I felt the way you thought, hoped, felt, dreamt.
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The Mafia Don's Crazy Beauty
Updated at Feb 9, 2025, 01:08
Warning - Mature Audiences Only! Strong Sexual Content - R-rated Language © Original Work Description: "Get up!" His command echoed through the room, his voice as cold and commanding as his piercing blue eyes. I refused to flinch. "You muckerfucker blood-sucking demon," I spat, biting my lip to hold back a flood of curses. He smirked, moving with unsettling grace across the room until he stood inches from me. His gaze locked with mine as he crouched to meet my level. His hand shot out, gripping my chin and forcing me to meet his eyes. "You won't last long if you continue to speak to me like that." I smirked back, not backing down. "I'm not afraid of you." His smile twisted, but there was nothing warm about it. "And yet, you fear death. I am death." The words hit me like a blow, and I felt my heart stutter. He knew exactly where to strike. He released my chin, watching my expression change with dark satisfaction. "But you didn’t have to kill that girl for my sake. She did nothing." "Someone's going to cover up for you," he said, his voice casual as he turned to sit on the bed, lighting a joint. "But I didn’t kill him," I protested, my voice wavering. "There’s nothing to cover up." He looked at me, amusement flickering in his gaze. "Oh, sweet girl. He died. You killed him." I froze. The weight of his words crushed me. I had blood on my hands—just like him. "Don’t look so stunned," he said, the coldness in his voice turning to something darker. "That’s one thing you’ll have to learn—how to kill, and how to live with it." --- Vanora Campbell’s life was already a mess. After her mother’s death and her father's callous disregard for her, she lived recklessly, blaming her father for the pain she carried. But when her father sold her to the infamous Italian mafia boss, Zavi Covillie, everything she thought she knew about survival was shattered. In Zavi's world, there are no rules—only blood, power, and the terrifying knowledge that you either kill or be killed.
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The savior of the fantasy world
Updated at Dec 18, 2024, 04:28
Growing up, I always knew supernatural creatures were real. I could spot a vampire in an instant, or sense when something otherworldly was near. What baffled me was that I was stronger than all of them. At first, I believed I was one of them, but the more I learned about their kind, the more I doubted I belonged to any of their races. Eventually, I gave up searching for answers and settled into a human life, hiding in plain sight. Everything changed the day I met my mate—a warlock from the witches' coven and a notorious mermaid hunter. Through him, I began to unravel the truth about myself and discovered a destiny far greater than I could have imagined.
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