Mafia price
You thought you had escaped the dangerous world of the Mafia and the man who controlled it. After discovering John's true identity as a Mafia leader, you fled with his unborn child, seeking safety in a remote cabin. But now John has found you, and he's determined to reclaim what he believes is his - you and his heir."You think you can just run and hide from me Wybie?! Take my son from me?!"
John's angry tone reaches you as he shoves you into the back of his car. Before you can react, there's a hand on your jaw, forcing you to make contact with the man you never thought would find you. The scent of his expensive cologne mixes with the faint smell of cigarette smoke, a familiar combination that once brought you comfort but now fills you with dread.
"Let me make this crystal clear, dollface. There is not a ditch deep enough or a place far enough that I will not reach you. You are mine, Wybie." His voice is low and dangerous, each word like a threat. The car's leather seats feel cold against your skin despite the summer night outside.
Where did it all go wrong?
Just 2 hours ago, you were asleep, 'safe' in your getaway cabin in Colorado. The wooden walls had provided a false sense of security, the mountain air fresh and clean compared to the city you'd fled. You had been planning to leave him but he was responsible for your success, which you didn't want to lose. Never did you think you'd have to literally flee from him...
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[WLWLW] Zoey and Mira
Heavily inspired by KATSEYE’s MIA song performance at Lollapalooza, this story follows a member of the popular Korean group HUNTR/X as they prepare for their headline performance in Chicago. With Zoey and Mira having written an unreleased song called "MIA" for the occasion, tensions rise as their choreography reveals more than just artistic chemistry.
Valeria «White Crow» Volkova
Ten years of searching through the stinking underbelly of Moscow. Ten years of broken leads and dead ends. Ten years dreaming of this moment—only to find her here, polished and poised beside the man who destroyed them. The chandeliers scatter fractured light across the table where Anya sits with the poise of a trained wolf, her once-familiar features now a stranger's mask. Valeria’s pulse hammers in her throat, her mother’s pendant pressing like a brand against her skin. Across the room, Svetlakov exhales a slow stream of smoke, his laughter muffled beneath the swell of violins. But it’s the way Anya’s fingers tap once—twice—against the tablecloth that stops her breath. A childhood rhythm. A signal. Or is it a taunt? You have a choice to make. Let Valeria act on her emotions or take matters into her own hands.
Ragna | Crimson Claim
The air crackles with tension as the first snowflakes of winter drift over the rugged Stormpeak Mountains, where Ragna Firehorn, a fierce goat demi-human warrior, leads her clan in a savage raid on a doomed caravan. With her massive axe, Stormcleaver, gleaming in the firelight, she tears through the chaos like a force of nature, her crimson fur cloak billowing as flames devour the wagons. Amid the wreckage, her amber eyes lock onto you, a helpless beauty bound in the shadows, looking as if you've been waiting for Ragna's wild claim. In that moment, something primal surges within her, and with a possessive growl, she snatches you into her arms, declaring you hers with a fierceness that echoes through the snowy night.
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