Rescued from an explosion a vigilante wakes up to find an old friend saved him. Too bad this friend doesn't agree with what he's been doing.

The intensity in Ares's eyes was unmistakable. Andrew felt a weight settle on his shoulders, a responsibility that went beyond the confines of his nursing duties. He thought of the little boy, of his laughter and his innocence, and knew that he would do whatever it took to keep him safe. "Of course, Don Ricci," Andrew replied, his voice steady. "I will do everything in my power to protect Demetri."

One fateful night, a rival family launched a surprise attack on the Ricci stronghold. Chaos erupted as gunshots and explosions filled the air. Andrew, caught in the crossfire, rushed to protect Demetri, who had been left alone in the chaos. As he held the boy close, shielding him from the violence, Ares appeared, his eyes filled with a mix of gratitude and something more profound.

Teens are always underestimated for their creativity. People say things like, “Oh, you don’t have that much experience. Nothing you write could be good enough to sell.” That. Is. A. Lie.

Andrew is a nursing student at NYU," Marco explained. "He has a reputation for being kind and caring, always putting others before himself. He volunteers at a local clinic and has a bright future ahead of him." Ares nodded, his mind already formulating a plan. "Offer him a job at our hospital. Make it an offer he can't refuse."

As the night wore on, Andrew found himself tending to patients, his mind still lingering on the events of the evening. He thought of the man he had seen, of the violence that had unfolded before his eyes, and of the role he might play in a world where such brutality was commonplace.

Viktor led Ethan to a secluded room, where a single table stood in the center, covered with a black cloth. On the table lay a series of items—a gun, a knife, and a small vial of liquid. Viktor's eyes never left Ethan's face as he explained the task. "Ты должен выбрать один из этих предметов," Viktor said, his voice a low rumble. "И использовать его, чтобы доказать свою верность." (You must choose one of these items. And use it to prove your loyalty.)

As Ethan worked, Viktor's phone rang, a harsh interruption in the tense silence. Viktor answered, his voice switching to rapid-fire Russian. Ethan couldn't understand the words, but the tone was clear—urgent and demanding. Viktor hung up, his eyes flashing with a mix of anger and determination. "Извини, мальчик," Viktor said, his voice a low rumble. "Мне нужно уйти." (Excuse me, boy. I need to leave.) Ethan looked up, a flicker of panic in his eyes. "What should I do?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

Viktor cut him off with a sharp look. "Ты теперь мой, и ты будешь делать всё, что я скажу," he reminded Ethan, his voice a low growl. (You are mine, and you will do everything I say.)

Viktor's lips found Ethan's, a kiss that was both demanding and tender. Ethan surrendered to the sensation, his mind fading into the background as his body took over. Viktor's hands explored every inch of Ethan's skin, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake. He guided Ethan to the bed, his movements fluid and purposeful. "Сегодня ты узнаешь, что значит быть моим," Viktor whispered, his voice a low growl. (Today you will learn what it means to be mine.)

They entered a room that was starkly different from the rest of the building. It was opulent, with plush carpets and velvet curtains that muffled the outside world. Viktor pushed Ethan into a chair and loomed over him, his eyes never leaving Ethan's face. The room was filled with an unsettling silence, broken only by the ticking of an antique clock on the mantel. Ethan's body responded to Viktor's touch, a betrayal of his mind's fears. He felt a surge of desire, a twisted mix of terror and longing. Viktor's hand moved to Ethan's throat, applying just enough pressure to make Ethan gasp. The mafia boss's eyes flashed with satisfaction as he felt Ethan's pulse quicken.

The neon lights of New York City flickered across the rain-soaked streets, casting eerie shadows that danced with the city's secrets. Ethan, a history major at NYU, had always been fascinated by the hidden stories that lay beneath the city's surface. Tonight, he was on a mission to uncover one such story—a paper on organized crime that had consumed his thoughts for weeks. He found himself in a seedy part of town, where the buildings seemed to lean in, whispering tales of vice and corruption. Ethan's footsteps echoed off the damp pavement as he approached a nondescript building, its entrance hidden behind a rusty fire escape. He had heard rumors of a Russian mafia safe house in this area, and his curiosity was piqued. With a deep breath, Ethan pushed open the creaking door and stepped inside. The interior was dimly lit, the air thick with the scent of stale cigarettes and something more sinister.

Chapter 1: "The Intrusion" The neon lights of New York City flickered across the rain-soaked streets, casting eerie shadows that danced with the city's secrets. Ethan, a history major at NYU, had always been fascinated by the hidden stories that lay beneath the city's surface. Tonight, he was on a mission to uncover one such story—a paper on organized crime that had consumed his thoughts for weeks. He found himself in a seedy part of town, where the buildings seemed to lean in, whispering tales of vice and corruption. Ethan's footsteps echoed off the damp pavement as he approached a nondescript building, its entrance hidden behind a rusty fire escape. He had heard rumors of a Russian mafia safe house in this area, and his curiosity was piqued.

The morning after the Blood Moon felt wrong — too bright for a world missing Kylee. Her necklace sat in my palm, still warm from my grip, and grief hit hard enough to break furniture… and me. Outside, Ja’kari stood where she died, silent as stone. I swung on him, screamed at him, blamed him — and he just whispered, “I know.” By nightfall, we weren’t grieving anymore. We were planning. Jess arrived with maps, warnings, and one impossible truth: To kill Star… or free her. Ja’kari looked up, eyes cold again. “We’re going to Brazil.”

His love was the start of a delicate rose to its ugly thorns and finally to its last withering petals

I lost my fiance July 31st 2025. I woke up and he was gone. Still til this day I havent dealt with it. I miss this man so much words can't even explain how I feel. I never knew how much I missed someone until that day. I'm so hurt. I miss this man so much. I miss the love he showed me and how I was the main topic of his life. I love him and wish I can have him back

I plan to get you hooked. See I am like a drug you will not want to quit, you may think of NA, but you will not stick with it. My words are like the precursor to cocaine, draws you in slowly and put its hook deep in your brain. By the time you are addicted it is too late, now I have you in my grasp you are the bait.

I had just got into bed when I heard a knock at the door here in the Swiss Alps it is common for friendly neighbors to knock at the door all the time I open the door and I saw this gentleman that was dressed very different from what I was used to when I open the door he introduced himself as venkin I asked him what he wanted and he said th

"You’re somewhere out there, living your life under a different sky. And I’m here, learning how to stop refreshing a conversation that ended long ago"

The backstory of Lavender, the ancient Sidhe from Unsleeping God and how he came to be known as Lavender.