First story in the 'Mafia' seriesMy hand lowered in horror. I had just hit him. I just fucking hit my "husband", the fucking mafia boss. He glared at me with a passion and I knew I was gonna die, wife or not. *•*•*•*•At the age of ten Emma Russo is chosen as the future wife for thirteen year old Nikolai Ivanov, the future Russian mafia leader, without each others say. So that the Italians and Russian's could unite. They've known each other their whole life but two years before Emma's eighteenth birthday they are forbidden to see each other for unknown reasons. But exactly one week after Emma's birthday they are to be wed. Nikolai is now cold and mean. Emma is still kind and stubborn. As soon as their wed, they immediately neglect each other but they have to stay married for both family's sake. This is, Mrs. And Mr. Mafia
⚠️ PSA: THIS BOOK IS INACTIVE UNTIL FURTHER NOTICE!⚠️ Future fanfictions will ONLY be posted on Tumblr and AO3 from here on out!Tumblr - t-lostinworlds | AO3 - t_lostinworlds- an archive of fanfictions/imagines/one shots I have written of the one and only MCU Peter Parker/Spider-Man.
A unnamed raven lost one of his beloved blossoms due to an unholy midnight storm. His desire to get his pink flower back is unbearable and that leads him to help a mouse named Witt who's desire is to live without mangey cat's stalking his home. They team up to help one another, and learn the importance and value of a friend, when neither had one before.
What happens when a nightmare brings together two people who both have things they accually never wanted to tell someone? Well it happend to bakugou and denki. Will the things bring them more together? Or will they hate eachothers?a few things about my story💫•This story obviously is boy x boy so if you don't like it just don't read. i do not need any homophobia 😌🏳️🌈•this story will also include sfw little space (i will explain what little space is in the first chapter) • this book also contains cursing•bakukami•serotodo•kirimina
And suddenly, every love song was about you.~Breathless. Empty. Alone. Incomplete. Imperfect. These are the thoughts that follow me as I walk through the school. They are the ones that follow me everywhere. They are the ones I cannot seem to escape. But most of all, they don’t even describe how bad I actually feel. I try not to be depressed, for my mom, my sister, my “friends.” It works. I use a smile as a mask, and my laughs are fake. Though, they can’t tell the difference. My puffy eyes are hidden under makeup, the scars I bear are concealed beneath clothes. And yeah, I do feel invisible sometimes, but then I found our place. Suddenly I wasn’t so invisible.~ Who is she? This question echos through me head for what seems like an eternity. I had never noticed her until that day, the day she made me breathless in my- our place. She had this long, wispy blonde hair. And these eyes, these eyes that made you want to get to know her. Because she seemed to be a mystery to everyone and I could tell she held sadness. She seemed 16, but her eyes held an eternity of wisdom. After that, I never found her. It was like she had become invisible, and for the first time I felt lost. I searched everywhere, but she was gone. I began to think she was magical, and maybe she only appeared now and then. But then, I saw her, and suddenly I felt more complete.
They were born into a World where everything is destroyed because of the previous generation. They're regular kids who don't know anything about why the world is the way it is. One day everything goes down hill and changes the way things are. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *