April ran to the slave quarters, her vision blurred by tears. She collapsed onto her tiny bed, the familiar weight of despair settling over her. Sobs wracked her body as she thought of all the injustices she had endured. If only Lucifer hadn't treated her so poorly, if only her aunt hadn't sold her to this wretched place, she wouldn't be suffering so much. Through her tears, she uttered yet another curse against the woman who had betrayed her, making it the 200th curse she had laid upon her aunt.Her crying was interrupted when Bluey and Pistol entered the room, their expressions softening with concern. Bluey, a petite girl with a fierce spirit, immediately sat down next to April and wrapped an arm around her shoulders. Pistol, a tall and imposing figure, stood nearby, her anger simmering just below the surface."April," Bluey said gently, "we saw what happened. Isabella is out of control. You didn’t deserve that."April sniffled, wiping her eyes with the back of her hand. "Why does s
★★★ NEXT MORNING ★★★The next morning, April woke up with a dull, sore ache throughout her body, especially around her thighs. She winced as she tried to sit up, the events of the previous night coming back to her in a haze. Lucifer was nowhere to be seen, and she assumed he had already gone to his office. Slowly, April made her way to Lucifer’s bathroom, needing to wash away the remnants of the night. She turned on the shower and let the warm water soothe her aching muscles. After a while, she stepped out, feeling somewhat refreshed but still uncertain about what to wear. Her clothes had been torn to shreds the night before, and she had nothing to change into.After a moment of deliberation, April spotted Lucifer's black hoodie hanging on a chair. She pulled it on, the fabric engulfing her small frame. The hoodie was so large on her that it hung past her knees, the sleeves completely covering her hands. She had to roll them up several times just to free her fingers. Despite its size
★★★ FERAL FURY PACK ★★★Luna Lovett was bustling about the palace, overseeing the final preparations for Vladimir's wedding. The grandeur of the palace was breathtaking, adorned in the finest decorations. Lush garlands of white roses and lilies draped over the archways, their fragrant blooms filling the air with a heady scent. Crystal chandeliers glittered like stars above, casting a warm, ethereal glow over the scene. Elegant silk drapes in shades of ivory and gold hung from the walls, adding to the opulent atmosphere. The grand hall where the ceremony would take place was a sight to behold. A long, white carpet lined with rose petals stretched from the entrance to the altar, where a magnificent floral arrangement served as the backdrop for the vows. Chairs were arranged in perfect rows, each adorned with delicate ribbons and tiny bouquets.Despite the splendor, Luna's heart was heavy. She couldn’t shake the feeling that something was terribly wrong. Vladimir had refused to explain
★★★ THREE WEEKS LATER★★★Three weeks had passed, and the tension in the clan was palpable. April felt like she was living on a knife's edge. Lucifer’s behavior was unpredictable; one moment he was kind, the next he was a beast. She never knew which version of him she would encounter. Despite her friends’ support, she felt increasingly isolated and unsure of her place in the clan.One particularly cold night, April was jolted awake by a sharp blow to her head. Isabella stood over her, a cruel smile on her face before everything went black.When April regained consciousness, she found herself in a dark, cavernous room. The air was thick with the scent of damp earth and something metallic—blood. She saw Lucifer in the distance, his body convulsing and morphing into various monstrous forms. His eyes glowed red, filled with a primal fury.Isabella stood to the side, watching with a mixture of fear and fascination. As Lucifer advanced toward April, his monstrous growls echoed through the ca
Isabella arrived at the Bloody Sinners Clan with a cold air of authority, her presence commanding attention from the moment she stepped out of the car. Mobsters and clan members alike greeted her with a mixture of respect and curiosity, but she brushed them off, her mind focused on one thing: asserting her place beside Lucifer. She refused to acknowledge the small crowd that had gathered, her eyes set on the grand mansion that loomed before her.Dragging her bags behind her, Isabella made her way to Lucifer's chambers. The ornate doors were locked, a barrier that immediately kindled her frustration. She knocked, her impatience growing with each passing second. Finally, the door creaked open, revealing Lucifer standing in the doorway, his expression unreadable."Lucifer," she greeted, trying to maintain her composure, "let me in. I need to unpack."But instead of stepping aside, Lucifer remained where he was, his gaze cold and distant. "You can stay in the guest room," he said flatly,
Damon stood in the dimly lit room, his eyes scanning the remnants of his brother’s life that had been left untouched since the day of his death. The air was heavy with the scent of old wood and dust, a somber reminder of the time that had passed. This room, once vibrant with the energy of his brother, was now a mausoleum, filled with memories too painful to revisit. Damon had avoided this place for so long, unable to face the reality of his brother's absence. But today, something had drawn him in, a need to connect with the person he had lost so tragically.As he rummaged through his brother's belongings, his fingers brushed against a leather-bound book hidden beneath a stack of papers. He hesitated for a moment before pulling it out, recognizing it as his brother’s diary. The worn cover and frayed edges showed signs of frequent use, a testament to the secrets and thoughts it held within. Damon’s heart clenched as he opened the diary, the pages filled with h
**Flashback...**The sun had dipped below the horizon, casting long shadows over the bustling city. Damon’s phone buzzed in his pocket as he wrapped up a meeting at the company. He pulled it out, glancing at the screen. It was a call from his older brother, Aiden. Damon immediately felt a rush of excitement. It had been a while since they’d had one of their secret escapes from the company. Whenever the stress of running the family business became too overwhelming, Damon, Aiden, and Lucifer would sneak away to an unfinished building on the outskirts of town. It was their sanctuary, a place where they could forget about their responsibilities, even if just for a little while."Hey, Aiden," Damon answered, already heading toward the elevator. "Are we doing this now?""Yeah," Aiden's voice came through, a hint of a smile in his tone. "Meet me at the spot. Lucifer’s already on his way."Damon grinned. "On my way."He quickly informed his assistant to handle things in his absence, then bol
**The Shadows Den...**The Shadows, an enigmatic group that thrived in the deepest recesses of the underworld, were far more than just a syndicate—they were legends, whispered about in fear and awe. Their origin was shrouded in darkness, and the truth about who they were remained a secret known only to the four of them. Two men and two women, united by a shared history of pain, vengeance, and an unquenchable thirst for power.Years ago, they were nothing more than victims of a world that chewed people up and spat them out without remorse. The two men, brothers by blood, were once sons of a powerful mafia boss who ruled with an iron fist. Their father, cruel and abusive, had no qualms about sacrificing anything or anyone to maintain his grip on power. The two women, on the other hand, raised in the different mafia family but treated as nothing more than pawns—tools to be used and discarded.The brothers and sisters were forced into a twisted alliance by the brutality of their upbringi