MAFIA'S WEAKNESS

(Completed)"If I can't have you, no one else will." ****He lived in my shadow. Guarding. Watching. Waiting. I never knew him but he knew everything about me. He was a Lycan with the strength of a thousands soldiers. His command was like thunder--loud and merciless. In his wake was a trail of chaos. I should be afraid of him but I was drawn to him. He was mine as I was his.Pulled into an unknown world Diedre never dreamed of, she must fight for her life and decide if this was truly the fate she wants--a life full of chaos, betrayal, and war.Highest Ranking #19 werewolf

I woke up to noises of someone shuffling around my room. "Ashton, I promise I didn't take your tampons this time. Let a woman sleep" I mumbled as I pulled my duvet covers over me.The shuffling stopped and then there was silence. Ashton must have left. I cuddled closer to my covers and got ready to fall back to sleep."I'm sorry Love, but Ashton left the apartment an hour ago." A deep voice commented.My eyes flew open and I quickly sat up on my bed. In front of me a tall, handsome man with familiar mischievous green eyes watched me from beside my dresser. I sat there in shock as I eyed the stranger across from me. He had black hair, sharp cheekbones, strong eyebrows, a lip piercing as well as an eyebrow piercing, and he had... is that my thong in his hand!?My eyes grew large as I sat there frozen. "By the way, thank you for helping me out last night. That wicked witch had really taken a toll on me. But thanks to you I got fixed right up." He winked at me as he went back to shuffling through my underwear draw."I took home a stray dog last night" I mumbled to myself. My "flight or fight" response seemed to have created another response called "accept death". I've seen enough horror movies to see where this scenerio ends.The stranger continued to look at my panties, finding a bra he seemed to like and began inspecting it. "Ah yes. That 'dog' was me I guess you could say."He looked up at me and grinned at my obvious frozen state."No screaming? Tsk. How boring of you".Highest Ranking:#20 in paranormal

BOOK TWOI can feel them getting closer. Their screeches haunting me at night, telling me to drop dead. I've never listened to them before. But it's different now. You can't save some people, but I'll fight to the death to save humanity. What's my life against millions? * Now just a mere scatter of survivors, the group flee abroad- in hope of finding refuge and answers. But all is not as it seems. For danger hides in pure daylight.Highest Ranking: #132 in Horror

Ahmed bhai please! I'm begging you don't marry her. She's no good, she'll destroy you and our family. Please listen to me." Sahaan begs in front of him. "What the fuck is wrong with you Sahaan?" She flinches as his loud voice resonates the room. "I LOVE HER!" Ahmed seethes.Sahaan could hear the breaking of the small organ residing in her chest. She looks down teary eyed.Ahmed harshly grips her forearm and jerks her towards him and cups her jaw tightly, his finger digging in her cheeks making a painful whimper leaving from her mouth.She closes her eyes tightly resulting in few tears to fall of her cheeks. "Listen to me and listen well, this is the last time I'm hearing such words from your disgusting mouth. Next time don't even take my fiancee's name from your dirty mouth." Saying this he pushes her away. She stumbles towards the closet, her back hitting the rock-hard closet handle. Pain sears through her back and her wince doesn't go unnoticed by him.He steps forward in concern but stops remembering her words. A cold look flashes in his beautiful stormy grey eyes.Sahaan looks at him, her eyes filled with pain and unshed tears!"You will regret it." Sahaan whispers. Hearing the confidence in her tone makes Ahmed stop right before the door, but he doesn't turn back."Believe me! I know her more than you. She is my cousin after all. She is cunning and deceitful, mark my words Ahmed! You will regret not listening to me once you know her true nature." Sahaan's voice cracks. Tears are threatening to spill out her eyes. ~~~"Sahaan Haashir Khan binte marhoom Hashir Lashari Khan kya aapko aapka nikkah Ahmed Ashar Khan wald Yaqub Lashari Khan se sikkah raaijul waqt me 50,000 rupee meher qubool hai?"she clenches her dupatta at sides.tears leaving her eyes rapidly she remember Ahmed's words just before nikkah.Rest of the description and translations to urdu dialogues inside.©All rights reserved

♕︎𝐂𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐎𝐟 𝐒𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐭 𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬♕︎

မာနခဲမင်းသမီးလေးနဲ့မန်နေဂျာမလေး တို့ရဲ့ အနေနီးစပ်တဲ့အချစ်ဇာတ်လမ်းလေး အခက်ခဲတွေကြားက ဘယ်လိုကျော်ဖြတ်ကြမလဲဆိုတာ ဖတ်ရှူးပေးကြပါဦး

"𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙬𝙚 𝙢𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙟𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙜𝙚𝙩 𝙖𝙬𝙖𝙮 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙞𝙩..."𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫, 𝐝𝐲𝐥𝐚𝐧 𝐛𝐚𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐲 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐫𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐝. 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐞𝐱 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝'𝐬 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐫𝐭?

Book three of the Forgotten series ~ Weakness is not allowed in the Mountain packs. Living in the mountains, away from civilization and away from the eyes of mundanes. The Mountain packs are harsh and brutal. Shifter against shifter. Pack against pack. Wolves against wolves. All fighting for the same thing. Survival. Azrael Thorn was a powerful Alpha. He had taken his title by force, as tradition dictated. Power and authority of the Alphas and shifters who had challenged him and lost radiated off of his tall, bulky frame. He was dangerous and he was everything an Alpha of a Mountain pack should be. Yet he had no mate or family to call his own. But a mate who could not stand the bitterly cold winters or the brutality of the pack would not produce strength. It would only bring weakness. Weakness is not allowed in the Mountain packs. ~ If the pain stops, it means you are dead. Lace Owens is underestimated at every turn. Her small and delicate built matches her name but the power of defeated enemies hang off her heavily. A power and an authority that would bring many men to their knees if they sensed it, hangs off of her like an oppressively dark cloud but she hides it carefully. Unwilling to let anyone see just how powerful she has become. Her skin is marked with a painful past and she has turned a thing of cruelty into a thing of beauty with her blade. Swirling patterns adorning her skin, hiding the cruelty among her willing pain, her only comfort against the world around her. If the pain stops, it means you are dead. ~ Two world collide as Azrael and Lace form a bond and spiral down into unfamiliar territory where Azrael is shown that strength doesn't always come from size and Lace learns that love can spring from even the most painful places. Together they show the werewolf world a long held belief still stands strong. Weakness is not allowed in the Mountain packs. ~