Chapters
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I was born into the roar of engines and the smell of leather and oil. The Vultures—my father's club—was a constellation of stars in my night sky, each member a beacon of something powerful and untouchable. My old man, Blade, was the North Star, the brightest and most constant of them all. He cut a figure that commanded respect wherever he went, and as a kid, I stuck to his side like a shadow, soaking in every detail of the club life. Dad's laughter boomed louder than thunder in our house, rattling the…
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77.2 K • Completed
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The city streets blurred past me, my grip tight on the handlebars of the rented bike as I wove through traffic. In the midst of the city's odorous chaos, Darcy's fragrance, a subtle blend of coconut and vanilla, cut through the air like a guiding light. It clung to the air, a ghostly trail that only I, as her scent match, could follow. I had lost her for a while, a terrifying lapse that felt like an eternity in the void without her presence. But the scent in the car had been unmistakable—a hint of her…
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77.2 K • Completed
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The ride in Pietro's limo was a whisper against the chaos of the last few days. I sat there, sandwiched between Jin and Pietro, the leather seats cool against my skin. The city lights danced across the windows, a kaleidoscope of freedom that I'd only just begun to taste. Pietro's hand found mine, a silent promise of safety as we navigated through the maze of steel and concrete. When the limo pulled up to a monolithic apartment building next to Central Park, I couldn't help but do the math in my head. The…
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77.2 K • Completed
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I pushed through the heavy doors of the corporate building, praying my thrift-store blazer wouldn’t wrinkle into oblivion under the suffocating humidity. First impressions were everything, right? Well, let’s hope looking like a goth Morticia Addams would give me some points. After all, who wouldn’t hire someone who screamed “I do my best work in the shadows”? The receptionist eyed me like I’d strolled in dressed for Halloween. I offered her my best fake smile as I followed her down a long,…
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9.0 K • Ongoing
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The cool night air wrapped around me like a shroud as I stepped out of the library, my nerves still humming from my encounter with Darius. I took a deep breath, the crispness of the evening doing little to calm the chaos inside me. Everything felt off-kilter, my emotions teetering dangerously between anger, confusion, and something darker. I needed to get back to my dorm. I needed sleep. And more than anything, I needed to stop thinking about— “Viv.” My heart stopped. I knew that voice.…
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7.9 K • Ongoing
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“Did you put away the crystals for the mineral show on Saturday?” Mother asked as she stirred the stew in the pot over the stove. “Yes,” I said. I was sitting at the kitchen table working on the most interesting book about the correspondence of poisonous herbs in healing. Opium, for example, was an incredibly adaptive plant. For physical medicine, patients were given in small doses to alleviate pain, but giving too much, would stop the patient's breathing. Now, if you get the fire element's…
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86.0 K • Ongoing
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The scent of Darcy's heat still lingered on my skin as I left the safe house and I could still feel her appreciative gaze as I walked out of the house without hiding her scent. But as I stepped back into the world of the Bratva, the sweetness of that connection had to be cloaked behind the iron mask of leadership. The streets of New York whispered of chaos, of Nikolai Ivanov's audacity to strike at the heart of my organization while I was... indisposed. I convened a skhodka, a council of my most trusted…
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77.2 K • Completed
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The memory dissolved, and in its place, I felt a surge of heat—scalding, raw, and unrestrained. It flooded me, rushing through my veins with a force so fierce it felt like fire and ice intertwined, searing every nerve, every cell. I gasped, clutching my chest as the heat surged, blazing hot until it reached a point of such intensity that it turned cold. It was a cold that burned, clawing up my spine, freezing and yet blistering all at once, as if my body were breaking under the weight of its own…
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86.0 K • Ongoing
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FUCK! I should have paid more attention. How the fuck was she going to realize just how much I paid attention to the details if I couldn’t get the right brand of cereal? I knew she liked cornflakes with berries or banana slices in the morning. So, the question was: are they cornflakes or frosted flakes? Was she that health conscious and ate cornflakes because they were just a non-sugary version? The one social media post where she did post her breakfast was not as specific as I thought it would…
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58.3 K • Completed - Edited
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I leaned against the kitchen counter, rubbing my temples as the pot of soup simmered on the stove. The quiet felt suffocating today. Yesterday, everything had been fine—better than fine, actually. My parents had been in good spirits, more alert, even managing to get through the day without much of the usual struggle. So, I told the nurse to take the day off. They deserved the break. But today... today was different. I sighed, pushing myself off the counter and grabbing a spoon to stir the…
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86.0 K • Ongoing
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