Isabella Ekaterina is the only daughter of the two most powerful mafia families in the world: the Di Luca Italian mafia and the Vasiliev Russian mafia. She was their little princess, and her life was supposed to be like that of a princess. However, that was not the life for little Isabella, and instead she had been followed by almost never-ending misfortunes since the day she was born. She lost her mother minutes after she came into the world, and when Isabella was three years old, she and her father suddenly vanished without a trace, leaving their family to be confused and in pain for the next thirteen years.It has been thirteen years since the incident, and Isabella is supposed to be sixteen now, but the Di Luca and Vasiliev families never gave up, and they are most determined to find out the truth about what happened to their missing princess. And during the past thirteen years since Isabella went missing, life has never been the same for the two families. The four troubled Di Luca brothers face their own version of hell, not knowing at the same time that their missing princess is also facing the worse kind of hell.What happens when they finally find their missing princess? Can Isabella and her brothers finally escape the hell they were thrown into, or are they too far into the deep to escape? Can they still continue to be a family despite spending years forgetting what the word family means?
What will happen? Will Chase tell Skye how he feels about her or will Skye tell him how she feels about him?Read it to find out.
A (very) short story about a primitive tribal culture's first contact with a technologically advanced species from another world and the horrors that ensue. This one has a bit of a twist that even I didn't see coming. This was an art-inspired free-write I wrote one morning when coming across the image I used for the cover ( art by tianhua-xu on deviantart.com). I recently submitted this dark little tale to a short story contest hosted by Writer's Digest. It's likely a little too short and morbid for that crowd but you never know till you do! Wish me luck! \m/ -cm
This is virtually all work of several decades ago. I spent a lot of time musing about romantic ideas, reading classic romantic literature and poetry, etc. All before the vicissitudes and practicalities of life intruded in. But I will always remain a romantic at heart...
Tuve padres muy estrictos, desde la más tierna infancia y especialmente en mi adolescencia, se encargaron de alejar cualquier posible chico, joven y hombre que pudiera enamorarme. Ya saben, no todos los padres son perfectos y desequilibrarse y ser controladores es muy sencillo. Lo cierto es que pude tener un par de novios a escondidas, pero todos huían al descubrir las dificultades que entrañaba el estar conmigo. Con el tiempo dejé de creer en el amor. ¿No se supone que por amor lo sacrificas todo? No fue sino hasta la universidad que pude respirar aires de libertad. Pero el daño estaba hecho. Los chicos me revoloteaban, me divertí con un algunos durante las fiestas de la facultad e incluso salí un tiempo con un compañero de mi trabajo de medio tiempo, pero en el fondo sabía que no estaban dispuestos a sacrificarlo todo por amor. Hasta que un día lo conocí. Era un joven tímido que visitaba el café donde yo trabajaba . Siempre pedía café de chocolate y al recibirlo, se escurría hasta el fondo del lugar, donde una mesa solitaria y pequeña lo esperaba. Por alguna razón, nadie quería sentarse ahí, ni siquiera las parejas. Con el paso del tiempo empezamos a intercambiar más de diez palabras. Me intrigaba este chico tan misterioso y retraído, podía decir que incluso me atraía, así que colé mi número en la factura de su café y esperé su llamada. Un mes después, me llamó. Me confesó que le había tomado tanto tiempo porque pensaba que era inalcanzable, que había algo en mis ojos, una barrera que nadie podría derribar, pero se había atrevido y quería una cita conmigo para conocerme mejor. Ahora vamos camino al altar.
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