Their favourite cocktail? One part betrayal mixed with bloodshed, One part secrets, half-part death with a splash of love....on rocks. "My Sisters want a battle? I'll give them war" 1 brother. "Men fight wars, littlest sister, women win them" "I mean that's a bit sexist but I want him down" 6 Sisters. "I have met a lot of people, you don't particularly stand out" "Funny, we kind of live under the same roof" Broken people who hide it excellently, taught not to love, not to care, life has always been that, and more power is what they want. At no matter what cost. Throw in life-changing family secrets, one year to live, another love, 2 heartbreaks, and a whole entire mafia war, Serafina's not sure how the last few months will go, especially since neither want to back down. "Sometimes who you are siding against is more important than who you are siding with" Because a war is brewing both mentally and physically, and only one can win.

Second chances.... Its a nice feeling to get a second chance. Sometimes you look back on your life, pause at some points and just wish for a second chance to redo or undo things. For some life or destiny grants them a second chance..... second chances to untwine what fate had twined. There are others who just won't get that chance,they simply lives regretting or sometimes cursing life for never giving them a second chance. When the lucky few gets the second chance they feel a rush of something, name it relief,happiness or even adrenaline, but that rush will be the essence that helps them to live their second chance to the fullest. But what if the second chance you get is a half life that you never wished for. What if it is burdened with so many baggages that you curse life for giving you that second chance. What if that same second chance that every one wishes for is nothing but a pain for you. Will you still want it? Or will you take that half chance and show life that you can live?

❝You're mine, my fucking wife Adora and I'll be damned if anyone else can have you❞ Zasha Sokolov has built his life on one unbreakable rule: never get attached. In the cold, ruthless world he inhabits, emotional distance is his only armor against the haunting pain of a past that refuses to stay buried. This detachment has been his key to survival and the reason for his meteoric rise to power. But when the position he's fought his whole life to attain comes with a condition-a forced marriage-Zasha's carefully constructed world begins to crack. Adora has always been a beacon of light, masking the shadows that linger in her life. But when her abusive family sells her into marriage to pay off her sister's debt to the Bratva, she quickly realizes her so-called new beginning is nothing more than a fresh kind of hell. Trapped in a union that promises nothing but pain, Adora clings to the hope of escape-until she meets the man she's destined to marry. Zasha never anticipated that his bride would be an arsenophile with a smile as disarming as her fascination with death. Adora's blend of innocence and darkness stirs something in him that he's long suppressed, something that could destroy the fortress he's built around his heart. As their lives become entwined, passion and danger ignite, threatening to consume them both.

Choosing her cost me everything I'd ever loved... including her. It's why I left the small town where I grew up and vowed never to return. I'm no longer the golden boy with a bright future they all remember. Instead, I carry the scars of a tortured past. A broken man deemed unfit, even by the Navy SEALs he'd dedicated the past decade to serve. What was supposed to be a quick trip to sell my parent's property turned into this twisted journey that forced me to confront my demons. And then there she was. My first love, and deepest regret. The woman who still owns every piece of my blackened heart. When she asked for my time, I couldn't refuse. Now I can't walk away. Not after hearing of the danger her husband, a missing FBI agent, has brought to her doorstep. After everything, I owe her my help. It's why I offer to protect her and her two little girls from the danger circling them. It's a vow I never should have made, given the trail of bodies I've left in my wake. Like the harbinger of death, I'm the last man either of us should trust.

Today I want to die. Not because of anything in particular or specific, but just because the utter thought of ceasing to exist sounds devastatingly euphoric. To make the noise stop. To stop this stabbing pain in the lowest pit of my stomach that's causing a burning sensation that crawls all over my skin, making me want to peel it off. To stop the guilt that festers every time I take a breath-- an oxygen thief. To stop the constant urge to detonate over anything and everything that dares to love me because in all-- I could never deserve such an honor. Today I want to die. For the longest time, I thought I was just unlucky. That sometimes life doesn't work out for everyone, and for people like me; things just never get better. I had settled into the life of being unlucky, reveled in it, and found comfort in knowing that no matter what; I would just be categorically unlucky. That was until I realized luck had nothing to do with it. It's karma. It's the idea of what goes around comes around, and what goes up must come down. Didn't some philosopher speak to that once? However, it isn't my karma. Well it wasn't at first-- somewhere down the line after all my wrongdoing I'm sure it has switched to mine. But I am the poor soul stuck with my father's karmic retaliation. The karma that he deserves has been thrown against me as some sort of sick cosmic joke-- I'm sure he'd actually celebrate and feast on the fact that once again, he still gets to hurt me even from his grave. Too bad I killed him before he had the chance to see. *Book One in the Karma Duet. Book Two is now in progress, titled: The Karma Study*

|Things never got this bad, and when it felt like it might ... They both got through it together. | "Don't call yourself that ... Yuuri, you've never been just that." I think something's wrong. "How could you possibly question my devotion when I've been searching this whole time?" ✗ ✗ ✗ This is my second book, I've learned from a few mistakes and hope I do better this time! |⚠ W A R N I N G ⚠| If you are sensitive to slightly visual rape, abuse, suicide mentions, etc. ✗ ✗ ✗

Part 2 of "Doubts" It was that same feeling I felt deep inside me the day my grandparents left me. My stomach began to cringe. My throat was in knots. My breathing had gotten hard. My instincts were telling me something just wasn't right. I felt useless and alone... I had always knew pain my whole life but this was next level. That feeling of holding back and regret filled my veins with agony. I was lost in my thoughts. My heart felt colder and colder with every minute that passed by. Who am I ? Who am I really ? What is my purpose in this life that I lived? That I once knew ..... why did this bad luck fall upon my life? What did I do to deserve this ? I'm cursed. I have to be. I cried so much in that hospital bed that no tears seemed to want to fall anymore. I had no tears left in me to shed. When Akeem left this room, I knew it would be the last time that I would see him. My better half. My Ace. My love. My husband. My life. Gone. Forever. It wasn't confirmed but I knew it. I just knew it. Life fucked me hard. So why not throw it back.

HANNAH I've spent my entire twenty-one years on this earth in the background. Walked over by friends. Family. Strangers. And I didn't see a problem with it; I'd rather nobody pay attention to me. It was safer that way. Easier. Until I got the wrong kind of attention. Lev Somov caught me running from an impromptu crime I was committing against my ex-boyfriend, and in that moment, he somehow decided I was worth giving his attention to. All the bad kinds of attention. Next thing I know, he's watching over me, hijacking my job and becoming my client. And then he takes things above a level I never thought possible. He is a monster, incapable of feeling any type of remorse or guilt for anyone and anything, including me. All I can hope for is that I make it out of this obsession alive. LEV This life wasn't meant for me, but now that he's gone, it's mine for the taking. And no one is going to stop me. I've shown my loyalty through blood, and I make no plans to change my future. Especially not for the little kukolka I found stumbling into the wrong alleyway. I'll take my time before I break her. And then, the Dynasty will be mine.

Black eyes. Soulless. Unforgiving. Grey. Ice-cold, but just enough that I'm able to melt it. Both make me feel something. The matter was, which one out-weighed the other? Rule-bound, my life feels more like a cage than it ever has. I have no opportunity to use my fire and break out- heat can only do so much. And then like a fish out of water, I have to attach myself to this man- a man I know is dangerous. But so am I. The thing is, I don't know just how much. Only when he touches me, looks at me, talks to me even if his voice is laced with Russian poison.. that's when I realize just what agreement I've accorded with. It's a crippling touch of fire everytime he's near, and the most dangerous thing of all- even more than him, is the fact that I don't hate it. Stone is what I see when I look into his eyes. I wonder, is his heart made of it too? Nikolas Volkov When a bloody feud between the Russian Bratva and the Cosa Nostra ends with one outback- I'm forced to put myself in a position I have no other choice but to fulfill. With the Pakhan on my back, eyes everywhere mean complying is the only option. Only when the moment comes, is when I realize just what I've gotten myself into. She's.. indecipherable. I don't know what the hell this feeling is. I know it's not good. But my body tells me it's not bad, either. I try to stay away, but feeling her tremble and light like a switch underneath my touch when she's so used to staying upright, it awakens a dark, fulfilling part of me. My heart's made of stone. It always has been. So why do I feel it sway whenever she's near? 17 Mafia Dark Romance *Standalone*

"Get the fuck away from me, Leo." I lean down a little, so we're barely eye level. "You followed me to New York. Are you really that desperate?" "If you believe that my life revolves around your immature self, then your life must be sad. I fucking hate you," she responds. I twirl one of her curls between my fingers as I lean closer to her ear. "So why don't you go back to leaving, yeah?" ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* :･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧ 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧 𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐞. 𝐙𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐚 𝐌𝐨𝐨𝐫𝐞 wanted nothing more than to waltz through life and try to get through it one step at a time. 𝐋𝐞𝐨 𝐕𝐚𝐬𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐳 and his twisted past ensured that their worlds inevitably collided years later once again. Two people entangled by 𝘴𝘦𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘴. Will they survive each other? Or were they always destined to be nothing more than a temporary eclipse.