gender bend

Serenity always knew she was different. From the age of 13, she's been able to bend people to her will, with a mere word, scratched into her skin. but with that gift, comes consequences... and when those consequences catch up with her, Serenity has to make a decision, which will ultimately lead her into a fight between good and evil... and might bring about the apocalypse.

"Take off your clothes, Carissa. I want to see what I've bought." Nico commanded calmly. Carissa's eyes flashed with defiance. "I am not your pet! I'll die before I submit to you!" "Oh, but you are mine," he growled against her skin. "And I'll make sure you learn to obey me...on your knees, begging for my touch." CARISSA I never thought I'd be in this situation with Nico Demonio. The guy I liked when I was younger now stands in front of me, his eyes full of anger and a desire for revenge. My father sold me to this ruthless mafia boss, and now I'm trapped. Nico hates my family because he thinks we're responsible for his parents' death. He also believes my brother betrayed him and put him in prison. Now, I'm stuck in Nico's twisted world, feeling both hate and attraction for him. One minute I want to spit in his face, the next I find myself dizzy and aching for him. NICO That fool, Carissa's father, thinks he can erase his debts by auctioning off his own daughter. Little does he know I’m back for my perfect revenge. Now, Carissa is in my grasp, and I'll use every tool to break her. She will be my pet, forced to submit to my every desire. I'll push her to her limits, seeing how far I can bend her before she shatters. In the end, she will surrender to me completely...or learn the true cost of defying the Mafia Boss.

A week after I gave birth via C-section, Mark Whitman invited his friends over to celebrate the birth of our son. The crowd was boisterous—more than a dozen people. Not one of them bothered to remove their dirty shoes. The wooden floor was soon covered in muddy footprints. Mark came into the room and, without a hint of concern, ordered me out of bed. "Everyone's waiting outside. Don't just hide here and rest—you're embarrassing me in front of our guests." I had no choice but to push through the pain, forcing my body to prepare a huge meal for the large crowd, all on my own. When I carried the final bowl of steaming soup to the table, Lily Hoyte—whether intentionally or not—jabbed her hand against the wound on my abdomen. My hand trembled from the sudden pain, and the bowl slipped slightly, spilling the hot soup onto Lily's shoes. Mark's face darkened instantly. "What the heck did you do, Cammy? Lily rushed here right after her plane landed from overseas to see our son, and this is how you treat her?" The crowd quickly chimed in. "Come on, Cammy, no need to be so petty." "Mark and Lily grew up together. If there was really something between them, do you think you'd even be here now?" "Do you even know how much those shoes cost? They're limited edition—easily over ten thousand dollars. And you just ruined them." Lily stood up awkwardly, her eyes misting with tears. "If Cammy doesn't like me," she said softly, "then I'll leave. I don't want to be a bother." But Mark grabbed her hand in an exaggerated display of protection, his voice harsh as he turned to me. "Wipe Lily's shoes clean. Right now." His partiality for Lily made something sharp twist in my chest. My lips quivered as I fought back tears. "The wound on my stomach hasn't healed yet. I can't bend over." At that, his expression grew colder. "Don't use childbirth as an excuse. If you can't bend over, then kneel and wipe them. And if you won't, get out of my house!"