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Last Updated : 2025-02-08
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Betrayal
Contract Marriage
Love after Marriage
Badgirl
Arrogant
Hidden Identity
Dark Romance
Drama
Steamy
Reina Carlo was forged by the Stingers, a shadowy organization that raised her to be a weapon. Her memories of a family—a mother’s face or a father’s embrace—were long lost, replaced by the harsh discipline and ruthless training of her surrogate family. To her, the Stingers were everything, until betrayal shattered the fragile foundation of her loyalty. Now, Reina walks the streets as the hunter, her mission deeply personal. A man who dared to strip away her last shred of innocence must face the consequences. Her scars are tools, her training a guide, and by sunrise, her vengeance will be complete. But each kill leaves a stain on her soul, no matter how she rationalizes it. She tells herself the trade is fair: she removes monsters, and the world lets her survive another day. Redemption and forgiveness don’t belong in her world—they are luxuries for those unbroken by life. Yet the nightmares persist, whispering of a stolen past and a family that might still exist. Did they abandon her, or did they think her lost? These thoughts claw at her resolve, forcing her to confront a truth she can’t bury: forgetting isn’t the same as letting go. Her pact with Marco Alessandro—a powerful, calculating man—only adds to her turmoil. Their marriage of convenience grants her the resources to find her family and avenge her past. But Marco’s unrelenting gaze and quiet intensity break through her defenses, challenging the walls she’s built. As vengeance, love, and identity collide, Reina faces a choice: cling to the darkness she knows or risk everything for a future she can’t predict. In this world of shadows and betrayal, Reina Carlo fights not just to survive—but to discover who she truly is.
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KILLER Snitches Get Stitches
~Unknown pov~"Sir, she is inside the building together with a guard. Should I turn on the security?" "Not necessary," I murmured, closing the notebook with a deliberate snap. A slow, wicked grin spread across my face. "Let’s see what she can do."The maniac in me reveled in the challenge, the thrill of the hunt sharpening my focus.I watched her closely as she headed into the room and the guard was behind her. Perplexed, I watched as she was the one guarding him instead of the other way round. She found the drawer after minutes of checking and found the code too. She was smart but not exactly smart. Even though she was able to get rid of the security cameras outside, there were hidden ones inside.I watched her closely as she picked all the documents and headed out feeling accomplished. Fake documents Marco planted to avoid to much eyes on his family, my eyes in particular.I like a lady who beings up a challenge. I love dangerous women, I love her, I've always loved her.
Last Updated : 2025-02-08KILLER Deadly Plan
~Reina~The headache felt like a hammer pounding against the inside of my skull. Every throb seemed to echo with questions I couldn't answer. What the hell happened last night? And who the hell called me?I stumbled toward the table where my phone sat, the screen smudged with fingerprints. No recent calls, no voicemails. My stomach twisted as a vague memory flickered-static, a voice, and then... nothing.The last thing I clearly remembered was being at the bar. Drinks were flowing, laughter around me, but it all became a blur after midnight. There were faces, but they were shadows now, blurred and unfamiliar.The call. I closed my eyes, straining to remember. There was something unsettling in the tone, like they knew me-knew something about me I wasn't ready to face.I felt the ache in my ribs and glanced down. A bruise. My heart skipped. Did I get into a fight? Or was it something worse?My pulse quickened as I checked the door. Locked. But for how long?Was I scared? No. Fear would'
Last Updated : 2025-02-08KILLER HER(Marco's Pov)
~Marco~*Warning: Sex scenes*"These are the documents for the drug sales last week" Inizio, my right-hand man.This week had dragged on, dull and endless. I hadn’t found any way to unwind, and the weight of everything was starting to get to me.I signed the last of the documents and handed them over to Inizio. "Finish the rest," I muttered, barely able to keep my eyes open.Exhaustion hit me like a wave—I hadn’t slept properly in days, and it was starting to show. All I wanted was a moment to breathe and escape from the relentless grind.I got ready to go to my club because they are always hungry girls looking for their vaginas to be filled. Inizio and I accompanied by three other guards went to the club."Welcome, Mr. Leonardo. The club is packed, and we’re expecting even more people soon," my secretary said, her voice professional as always.I nodded, offering a brief hum of acknowledgment, then made my way to the bar. One drink would turn into several; it was the kind of night
Last Updated : 2025-02-07KILLER Not A Princess
~Reina~I was late and it's all because of that pussy Marilyn. If I wasn't taking her with me, I would have made it there by now."Why cake your face so much?" I asked, already disgusted by her appearance."It's not too much," she retorted, lifting her chin. "I need to look approachable."Now it was my turn to roll eyes at her. Such innocent but dumb fuck human.I made a detour to see Leonara before leaving."Why didn't you tell me about this?" I snapped."I didn't think it was important," she replied, her tone indifferent.I clenched my fists, fighting the urge to walk out and never look back. She was wasting my time, and I hated every second of it. But if I wanted to pull this off, I needed her.I walked out and made my way to the garage. The black E-Tron was there, waiting for me-though Marilyn had already claimed her spot inside. Sliding into the back with Marilyn, we headed toward the club.The ride stretched on for an hour, each minute heavier than the last. My chest tightened a
Last Updated : 2025-02-07KILLER We Meet Again
~Reina~The furious pounding on the door forced me from bed. Gun tucked into my nightgown, I charged toward the door, every muscle tense and ready for a fight. I yanked it open, only to be met by Mrs. Luciano, her expression as severe as ever."Since you're now the leader of this mafia," she began, her tone calm but commanding, "you'll need to attend the meeting and learn everything before the ball. There's no room for mistakes."She didn't flinch at the gun in my hand. She never did.My ears couldn't really hear a word so I just nodded in response and got ready. I ripped the night dress off my body and went to take a hot bath.I stepped out, sliding into leather pants and a fitted corset top. My knife and gun sat snugly in their holsters, a reassuring weight against my body. With a steady breath, I headed to the meeting room.Inside, Mrs. Luciano stood at the head of the table, her gaze sharp and assessing. Miguel sat to her left, his usual smirk absent for once. Surrounding them wer
Last Updated : 2025-02-07KILLER Taking Over
~Reina~I stared at her, my gaze cutting deep, searching for the truth buried beneath her façade. I wasn't like others. I was taught to manipulate, to lie, to get what I wanted-no matter the cost. Killing was just a tool, a means to an end.I leaned in closer, my voice cold. "Tell me who's really in charge. Or you won't like the consequences."She signed, a long, heavy breath escaping her lips as she leaned back, as if the weight of this revelation was something she had carried for too long. There was a shift in her demeanour now-less pride and more resignation."The Mafia family works in a different way than you have in your brain," she said, her voice tinged with both frustration and exhaustion. "My husband, Luciano, was not the head. Or should I say... he was not the Don of the Mafia."The words hung in the air, heavy and loaded with implications. I could see the realization in her eyes-this wasn't just a simple power struggle. There was more to the story, something deeper, somethi
Last Updated : 2025-01-23KILLER Betrayal
~Reina~ I stared at her, trying to grasp her words. She was a stranger, yet there was a familiarity in her voice, a desperate warmth I couldn't ignore. Her face remained blurred, like a figure in a dream you're trying to hold on to.'I gave birth to her...' she repeated, her voice cracking. There was raw pain in her words, and a bitterness that twisted them. 'They forced us to hand her over. If we hadn't, we'd all be dead by now.'A chill ran down my spine. She was talking about me, wasn't she? I didn't want to believe it, but every syllable she spoke felt like another piece falling into place. I tried to speak, to ask her who she was, why she'd abandoned me to this...life. But the words caught in my throat, and all I could do was watch her fade back into the shadows of my past.""Yes, she's our weapon now and your death. Kill them"They shoved the knife into my hand, its cold, unforgiving weight settled into my little trembling fingers. Tears blurred my vision, but I felt their eyes
Last Updated : 2025-01-23KILLER I'm The Gun Point
~Reina~Being a rich ass 20 year-old gang leader was not on my bucket list but I freaking love it. The smell of blood, people's cries that sounded like music to me made me happy.I never had a family that brought me up to be 'normal'. My family was made with the Stingers.I became their weapon, their shield, their ruthless enforcer. Killing was my trade, my survival. Money was the only currency I recognized. My parents? A blur, a distant echo. The lonely, scared child I once was is a ghost. The Stingers were my family, crime my inheritance.I'd grown up in a world where violence was as commonplace as breathing. The scent of blood was familiar, the rhythm of gunfire a lullaby. My childhood was a blur of shadows, punctuated by the harsh commands of my superiors. I learned to suppress emotions, to replace empathy with indifference. The world was a chessboard, and human life was merely pawns to be sacrificed.Now, as they circled the house, I stepped into the lion's den. Each guard that f
Last Updated : 2025-01-23
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I'm The Gun Point
~Reina~Being a rich ass 20 year-old gang leader was not on my bucket list but I freaking love it. The smell of blood, people's cries that sounded like music to me made me happy.I never had a family that brought me up to be 'normal'. My family was made with the Stingers.I became their weapon, their shield, their ruthless enforcer. Killing was my trade, my survival. Money was the only currency I recognized. My parents? A blur, a distant echo. The lonely, scared child I once was is a ghost. The Stingers were my family, crime my inheritance.I'd grown up in a world where violence was as commonplace as breathing. The scent of blood was familiar, the rhythm of gunfire a lullaby. My childhood was a blur of shadows, punctuated by the harsh commands of my superiors. I learned to suppress emotions, to replace empathy with indifference. The world was a chessboard, and human life was merely pawns to be sacrificed.Now, as they circled the house, I stepped into the lion's den. Each guard that f...
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