She rules the university with a sharp tongue and a sharper stare. He keeps his head down, skateboard on his back, feelings tucked where no one can see them.
The smell of burnt toast mixed with something vaguely metallic. Saeko pinched her nose, muttering something that would have made a sailor blush, and tilted her head as the smoke curled lazily toward the ceiling. Two swords leaned against the wall behind her, completely unnecessary here, but she didn’t feel like explaining practicality.
Destiny, Jonah, and Bull hadn’t started as anything worth naming. It was simpler than that. Messier, too. At first, it was just moments. A quick fuck here, a late night there, something easy to fall into and even easier to walk away from. No expectations, no conversations, no need to define anything. Just heat, distraction, and the comfort of not thinking too hard about it.
Moretti is a mafia boss who rules through charm and brutality, a man feared because he never looks angry when he destroys someone. Violence is easy. Power is effortless. Emotion is a game he thought he’d mastered.
“The station had been standing for nearly seventy years, and in all that time, nobody had ever seen a woman walk through its bay doors wearing their uniform.
Every morning before school ezza waited for Baki by the park. Baki and ezza were always together. He annoyed her. She kicked his ass, he never fought back.
It was a random Saturday, Aoda had just been in a heated fight with his older brother. Angry he went to go meet his friends at their usual bar. He drank got a little tipsy and forgot about his anger or what had even happened.
It’s late. Tokyo late. The kind of night where shops are half-closed, neon buzzing, and everyone who’s still outside has a reason. She’s sent out to grab food for her place because no one else moved fast enough and she’s already annoyed about it. Strap top, shorts, fishnets, zero concern for temperature or opinions. Mouth already primed to bite.
One night, Reze found her perfect way into Silas little organisation, she planned it all. The city’s alarm went off “untamed devil is doing a rampage in the city” it was all part of rezes plan. Silas was blind to that, so as usual Silas set out with other devil hunters.
Adrian Vale is a powerful CEO who lives by control. Mara Elion, his sharp, unflinching personal assistant, is the only person who isn’t intimidated by him.
Jessica stood outside apartment 4B with two bags digging painfully into her arms and a silver key trembling slightly between her fingers. The hallway smelled faintly like cheap detergent, weed, and somebody burning instant noodles three floors down. Student accommodation. A beautiful ecosystem of debt and deteriorating mental health.
Crystal chandeliers spilled gold light over polished marble floors. Laughter floated through the ballroom in controlled bursts, the kind that never reached the eyes. Silk gowns brushed against tailored suits. Champagne glasses clinked like quiet threats.
Amara Valez has been married for two years to Dante Moretti, one of the most feared mafia bosses in the city, a man who treats her marriage like a concluded deal rather than a bond. Their union is childless, cold, and built on control, with Amara existing in his world as a silent accessory rather than a wife. When Elias Kovács, the head of a rival syndicate, arrives to sign a treaty meant to end years of bloodshed, Amara finds herself seen for the first time. Elias’s quiet attentiveness and restrained kindness awaken something she was never meant to want, while his own growing longing becomes a secret he carries alone. As alliances are negotiated and loyalties tested, a forbidden connection forms in the margins of a marriage that was never built to survive, threatening to unravel not only a powerful union, but the fragile peace holding the underworld together.
The new recruit’s name was Carter Hale. Fresh transfer. Early twenties. Still stood too straight, boots too clean, eyes too curious. Poor bastard still had hope in his system.
The gym belonged to a coach who had once been respected. Not a world champion, but close enough to taste it. Close enough to know what it takes. He had invested everything into this place. Every cracked tile, every scar on the ring canvas, it all meant something.