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THE DON'S OBSESSION

She saved his life. Now he won't let her leave. Aria Russo has three rules. Show up for her shift. Pay her rent on time. Stay out of trouble. She breaks all three the night she finds a bleeding stranger in the dark alley behind her restaurant and makes the worst and most fateful decision of her life. She brings him home. He doesn't tell her his name. She doesn't push. But as she tends to his wounds and watches him heal, something dangerous grows between them. He is quiet in the way that only truly powerful men can afford to be. He watches her like he is learning her by heart. He touches her like she is something he has already decided belongs to him and the terrifying thing is, part of her doesn't mind. Then her apartment is attacked. And the truth walks through the smoke in a tailored suit. Dante Moretti. Don of the most powerful crime empire in Rome. A man the whole city fears, whispers about, and prays never to cross. And he is standing in the wreckage of her living room looking at her with those dark unreadable eyes like she is the only thing that still surprises him. He says she is under his protection. But the way he watches her the way his jaw tightens when another man looks too long, the way he appears beside her before she even realizes she needs him tells her the truth. She isn't under his protection. She is his. And once Dante Moretti decides something is his, there is no walking away. Not even when his enemies come for her. Not even when his past bleeds into her present. Not even when staying means surrendering the only ordinary life she has ever known.
Celeste_vane · 795 Views

The Last Remaining Kindred

Nille F. Tsukuyomi, great-grandson of Amparo Pilar Fajardo and Takeshi Tsukuyomi, carries in his veins the hidden legacy of the spirits that dwell between the human realm and the unseen worlds. A mark etched upon his right shoulder bears witness to this power, a silent sigil of destinies intertwined. Born of both Filipino and Japanese blood, he is also a direct descendant of Tsukuyomi, the Japanese moon god, the crescent moon etched beneath his tattooed Enlil symbol glowing with quiet significance. Towering at six feet, with silver-gray eyes that pierce through darkness and long black hair that flows like midnight, Nille stands as a living convergence of two ancient mythologies. In a world teetering on the edge of war, haunted by the remnants of forgotten gods and restless spirits, he must navigate the duality of his heritage, awakening powers drawn from both the ancestral spirits of the earth and the divine luminescence of the moon. Enemies lurk in every shadow, drawn to the strength and legacy he carries—those who would seek to claim it, and those who would destroy it. Yet Nille’s path is not only one of survival; it is a journey of identity, of destiny, and of mastering the delicate balance between mortal blood and divine essence. In his veins flows the pulse of ancient worlds. In his heart burns the struggle between human will and celestial inheritance. And the fate of both realms may hinge upon the choices of this extraordinary scion, whose very presence is a bridge between what is seen…and what is eternal. If you want, I can also craft an even more cinematic, “opening-novel style” version that reads like the first paragraph of an epic fantasy, with a sense of impending war, mystery, and supernatural grandeur, it would
illorien · 4k Views

BLOOD AND DIESEL

The world ended in three days. The N-7 virus turned seventy percent of humanity into monsters. The survivors are the cruel, the desperate, the ones who keep breathing when everyone else stops. Stephanie Aiyuna has been hunting for two years. Seventeen names are carved into the stock of her M24 sniper rifle—the people who sold out her military squad and burned her town. Twelve are crossed out. Five remain. At the top: Colonel Ashford, the man who started it all. Reilo Jokka has been dying for eight months. A military injection gave him inhuman speed and strength, but it came with a price: the slow rot, a variant of N-7 eating him from the inside. Doctors gave him six months. He’s still running, still fighting, still hunting the man who ordered the experiment—Ashford—and the brother he lost along the way. They meet at a gas station, both out of fuel and out of time. A deal is struck: help each other find Ashford, and put a bullet in his head together. But Ashford is only a pawn. Behind him stands a rogue scientist with the original N-7, a fanatical order that burns survivors alive, and a weapon that could finish what the virus started. And they all need Stephanie’s blood—because she’s one of the rare few who are naturally immune. From the burning ruins of a slave auction to the frozen dead lands where Titans roam, Stephanie and Reilo fight, bleed, and refuse to let each other die. But as the rot spreads and Ashford’s army closes in, they face an impossible choice: revenge, or a cure that could save everyone—if they’re willing to sacrifice themselves for it.
Nymphaearoot · 539 Views