Luciano's Forbidden Desire

She's sin wrapped in a nun habit. He is the devil who makes her want to confess. Luciano Moretti, the mafia's most feared enforcer, kills without hesitation, prays to no god, and bleeds for the Cosa Nostra. Sister Elizabeth has spent her life behind church walls, burying her desires under layers of penance and prayer. She is supposed to be untouchable-a quiet, secluded nun devoted to faith. But when she finds him bleeding on the altar one night, their worlds collide in a sin neither heaven nor hell can cleanse. He's meant to marry her sister to seal a deal between two mafia empires. She's meant to keep her vows and distance. But temptation has a cruel sense of humour... Because he's the last man she should want. She's the only woman he can't have. But one touch, one look, and everything sacred begins to crumble. Luciano does not seek salvation. Instead, he lures her into a dangerous path, one that includes everything she is meant to avoid, and everytime she whispers "forgive me, Father," her soul sinks deeper into him. As bloodlines clash and loyalty turns to betrayal, Elizabeth learns that the war outside the chapel isn't the only one she must survive. Because Luciano's world is built on violence and secrets, one of which binds her fate to his in ways neither of them saw coming. Desire clashes with devotion. Duty turns to betrayal. And when they're both drowning in a love so forbidden, not even God can save them.

Chapters

Chapter 4

Chapter Three

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Elizabeth

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When I finally opened the door, Mother Roselyn stood at the other end, fuming with rage.

"Mother-" I didn't even finish because she cut me off mid-speech.

"Where have you been? I've been calling you for a while now, and don't tell me you didn't hear me screaming your name like I've lost my mind."

I couldn't tell her the truth. She wouldn't believe me. Worse still, the mister was undressed and on my bed. There were so many theories that can be cooked up and I'm very sure none of them would end up in my favour.

"Elizabeth!" she yelled out, trying to look into my room but I blocked her view. She can't look inside not while he's still on my bed.

"Yes, Ma," I answered too quickly, my attention diverted. I hoped she didn't notice that I was shaking.

"Didn't you hear my question? Or have you suddenly gone deaf?"

"I did... I was sleeping. I didn't hear when you called earlier, I'm sorry."

She looked at me like I was another mystery she was trying to uncover.

"You've become way too sneaky these days," she uttered, refusing to leave.

"I'm not... I've been in my room the whole time," I said, choosing my words wisely. Mother Roselyn was always prune to getting angry easily. One word, one slip up and she would be yelling over the place, and threatening me with exorcisms.

"I can never know with you... you know," she murmured. "Is Leah here with you?"

Leah was one of the children who I had grown attached with since my stay at the convent. Sometimes I fed them, sometimes they came to my room to hear bedtime stories, they also sneaked into my room at night when they got too scared of the rain and most of the time, I'm the one who braids Leah's hair so it's expected that when any of the children who am fond of, especially Leah gets missing, my room is always the first prime suspect.

"No, she's not. I slept early today," I lied smoothly.

Another confession to make.

"Your eyes does not look like you've been sleeping at all," she fired back, hinting that she did not believe me at all.

"My eyes?" I repeated, rubbing at them to dissuade whatever doubting thoughts she was having. "You're mistaken ma. I've been asleep for hours now. Remember that's why I didn't hear you earlier."

She gave me a once over look, trying to look inside my room at some point, but I still didn't let her.

Oh, dear Lord, wasn't she going to leave soon?

Apparently not.

"Come with me then. We'll go find her together."

I almost heaved a sigh of relief when she said that, but I didn't because if I did, she'll get the hint that I'm hiding something. And she would probe further, and I know fully well that the outcome wouldn't be good at all.

"Okay," I responded, stepping out of the room and shutting the door behind me.

Her eyes darted from me to my door. I know she wants to say something else, particularly about why I'm being so uptight about my room, but I was glad that she didn't.

We took the stairs, heading downstairs. We both froze when someone screamed loudly,

"MOTHER ROSELYN! OH MY, MOTHER ROSELYN!"

The voice was persistent, like how someone who saw a ghost would scream. Panic clawed at my chest.

I didn't know why, but I was panicking real good.

Mother Roselyn stilled for a bit, trying to detect where the voice was coming from. She only stayed still for a few seconds before she began running down the stairs faster than someone her age should, and I followed suit.

When we got to the exit leading us outside, Sister Maria stood there. Tears rolled down her cheeks, she looked extremely terrified.

"Mother... I think... you should come see this," she managed to utter, the words coming up as gibberish.

"What's going on?" Mother Roselyn asked, following Maria as she led us to whatever had terrified her that much. Maria took us out of the convent, heading towards the cathedral.

It was at that moment my heart began to thump loudly against my chest.

What if she saw the pool of blood? Was that what terrified her?

Would they conduct a search party to check who the blood belonged too?

But to my utmost surprise she wasn't leading us into the cathedral. No, not at all. Instead, she was taking us to the far end of the cathedral, specifically to one of the exit doors, the one I didn't follow when I helped the bleeding man out.

After what seemed like a minute of following Maria, she finally stopped.

Mother Roselyn was the first to scream. Her loud cry erupting into the darkness. I stood there, horrified... frozen for a while until I joined in the screaming.

I couldn't help myself, because on the floor was Father Philip lying in his own pool of blood... out cold and dead.

Holy Mary!

Was that a slash on his neck? I looked closely and it was. There was also an outpour of blood gushing out from his throat.

Oh my God. I placed one hand to my chest and the other over my mouth.

I couldn't breathe... I needed air.

I need air.

Someone killed Father Philips. Right here in the cathedral.

And I think I know who that is.

Oh, Father Lord, I've done something really, really bad. I saved someone I shouldn't have.

"What happened?" Mother Roselyn asked, visibly shaking. "How did he... how did you..."

"You asked that I look for Leah, and that was what I was doing until I stepped outside and I saw someone lying on the floor." Her voice cracked, and she gripped her dress, trying to put herself together. "At first, I thought I wasn't seeing properly because no one is supposed to be out at this hour, but my curiousity had the best of me. And when I came close, I realized..."

She didn't finish, didn't have to because we knew what words would come next.

I hadn't said anything since we got to the spot and I hoped they wouldn't notice.

"What do we do?" Maria asked, her gaze refusing to leave the body.

"We'll have to tell the other priests, we can't handle this ourselves. Come on." Mother Roselyn answered, already turning to leave.

I managed to say the words out, "And me?"

"Go back to the convent and look for Leah." she said, not sparing me another glance.

I nodded too quickly, running back. Not once did I turn back, because I was too engulfed in fear.

One thought stayed on my mind as I ran all the way back to my room -the killer was still in my room.

And I was an accomplice... an accomplice to murder.

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Jocelyn Yang lived in the grand Turner Mansion, not as a guest, but as a prisoner. Ever since her father's death, the ruthless billionaire Elam Turner forced her to atone for sins her father never committed. On her nineteenth birthday, a male classmate secretly sent her a diamond necklace. Elam, who had flown back from London overnight, flew into a psychotic, jealous rage at the sight of another man's gift. He mercilessly crushed the delicate necklace into the marble floor with his custom leather shoe. "Did you forget what you are?" Elam hissed, dragging her into a pitch-black storage room. "You take gifts from other men behind my back?" He pinned her to the dusty floorboards and violently assaulted her. The next morning, a wire transfer of $500,000 hit her bank account. He had humiliated her, broken her spirit, and was now casually trying to buy her silence. Later, when a broken bike left her walking miles through a freezing rainstorm, he just shoved scalding tea into her bleeding hands. "Look at you," he sneered. "You look like a stray dog ruining my floors." Jocelyn curled up in the cold, her lips bleeding and her heart shattered. She couldn't understand his terrifying obsession. If he hated her so much, why did he refuse to let her go? Why did he look at her with such manic hunger while systematically destroying her life? Staring at the massive sum of hush money on her phone, a desperate spark of vengeance flared in her chest. Jocelyn wired every single cent back to Elam's account. She picked up her charcoal pencil, vowing to win the upcoming art competition and buy her escape from this monster forever.

Action Billionaire Modern

9.2

Forsaken By The Alpha: The Wolfless Mate's Revenge

9.2

For four years, I was the Silvercrest Pack's biggest joke—a scentless, wolfless Omega who somehow became the Alpha's Luna. I thought I was just naturally defective, until our fourth anniversary, when I overheard my husband Adrian talking to his Beta. "I’ve been having the kitchens slip a silver-based compound into her meals since the day I marked her." He confessed the poison was meant to suppress my inner wolf and keep my womb permanently barren. He only married me as a power play to make his highborn mistress, Seraphina, jealous. While I wept over my empty cradle and apologized to his family for my broken body, he was using pack funds to buy her custom luxury goods, tossing me the leftover wrapping paper. When I finally confronted him about the silver and tried to leave, he flew into a feral rage. He violently smashed my head against the marble vanity, leaving me bleeding on the floor, and locked the bedroom door behind him. I lay there in the cold, staring at the pool of my own blood. My entire life, my endless pain, and my unborn pups were nothing but a cruel, calculated joke to the man who was supposed to be my Mate. But Adrian didn't know I wasn't just a brainless Omega. I wiped the blood from my face, climbed down the balcony trellis into the freezing rain, and pulled out an encrypted burner phone. "The cage is broken. Initiate Phase Two."

Action Romance Werewolf

8.5

I Married My Ex-Fiancé's Ruthless Older Brother

8.5

I was a Vitiello, sold to the Morettis to secure an alliance. For five years, I quietly loved Dante, counting down the minutes until our wedding at St. Patrick's Cathedral. But it ended with a single text three minutes before the ceremony. "Stay at the apartment. Sofia is awake. Don't make a scene." His ex-girlfriend, the love of his life, had woken from a coma with no memory. Just like that, I was erased. For thirty days, I waited in the shadows while Dante played hero to a woman who didn't remember him. He told me he was protecting her fragile mind. But then I found the truth. I stood outside the doctor's office and heard Dante refuse a treatment that would restore Sofia's memory. "If she remembers, she might leave again," Dante told the doctor. "Elena will wait. She's a good soldier. Let me have my fantasy." He wasn't protecting her. He was keeping her broken to feed his ego, banking on my submission. He thought I was furniture he could put in storage. He was wrong. I didn't go back to the apartment. Instead, I dialed a number every made man in New York feared. "Matteo," I said to Dante's lethal older brother, the King of the underworld. "I am done waiting. I want to be a Moretti bride. But not Dante's."

Action Modern Romance

8.0

MARKED BY FATE : RETRIBUTION

8.0

The future Luna of Silvermoon, Carolyn is suddenly accused of treason and exiled by the pack she devoted her life to. But the wilderness awakens an ancient power within her, the Watchman Wolf, a legendary force that bends the four elements themselves. She meets people with deep connections to her past, and now she must unravel what fate has in-store for her. Because the girl Silvermoon cast out is no longer powerless, she's becoming a legend that her may destroy them all, if she doesn't master the storm inside her soon. While her former Alpha crowns a new Luna and war grows between rival packs, Carolyn must uncover the truth behind the conspiracy that ruined her life and decide what she truly is... The protector of the wolf realm or the harbinger of doom.

Action Mystery Werewolf

9.8

The Alpha Bled Me Dry for His White Moonlight

9.8

Alpha Liam dug out my heart's blood for the ninth time, carving into me with the same ruthless hands that once held me close. He said he had to repay her debts-with my suffering, my sacrifice. But Liam. Who will pay yours?

Action Fantasy Werewolf

9.2

The Biker King's Bride

9.2

A dangerous deal. A ruthless husband. And a marriage that was never meant to be real... until he made it very, very real. Vivienne Carter is on the run-from her past, from her mistakes, and from the monster who once called himself her husband. With nowhere left to hide, she turns to the most dangerous man in the city and offers him a deal he can't refuse. Marry me. Protect me. Own me. Ronan Calloway doesn't do favors. As the brutal president of the Iron Vultures, his world is built on blood, power, and control. But when Vivienne walks into his life, desperate and reckless, he decides to keep her. His name was on her lips. His ring on her finger. His rules. His bride. The deal was supposed to be simple-no feelings, no complications. But Ronan doesn't play fair. And when his new wife starts defying him, pushing him, begging for trouble, he decides to teach her what it really means to belong to him. Hard. Deep. Without mercy. Now, Vivienne isn't just his wife. She's his obsession. And when he finds out she's carrying his baby, there's no turning back. She can fight. She can run. But she'll never be free. Because Ronan doesn't share. And he'll kill anyone who tries to take what's his.

Action Modern Romance

Luciano's Forbidden Desire

Chapter 4

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