روايات بقلم Ocean Lumin

Bianca’s POV Immediately the man fell to the floor, the other man grabbed my hand. “Let me go!” I shouted, trying to yank his hands off, but his grip was too tight as I struggled against him, my heart racing. As he pulled me toward the back of the room, I glanced around. Everyone kept going—laughing, cheering, the music pounding like nothing had happened. I was the only one frozen in shock. The only one who seemed to care that a man was lying dead on the floor. “What have I gotten myself into?” I whispered, as the man dragged me through a door detached from the main building. I could hear my pulse hammering in my ears. “Why are we going through the back? Are you trying to kidnap me? Somebody, help me!” I screamed, but before I could cry out again, he slapped a hand over my mouth and pushed me into a dark room. “Open this door! Is anybody there?” I shouted, banging on the door with all my strength, but it was useless. Suddenly, the light clicked on. I spun around, and my breath

Bianca's POV My chest heaved as I stared up at the figure standing over me. At first, I didn't see his face, all I could see was the black cap and his back facing me. He didn’t move. For a terrifying second, I was sure this was it. I squeezed my eyes shut, bracing myself for the worst. But nothing happened. Cautiously, I cracked one eye open. He had turned to face me, he wasn’t reaching for a weapon. He wasn’t even looking at me with anger or malice. Instead, he bent down, and he brought something out of his back pocket. My purse. I hadn’t even realized I had dropped it. He held it out to me, his fingers barely grazing the leather. I hesitated. My body was still locked in fear, every instinct screaming at me to run. But as I looked up at him, really looked at him, I realized something— He wasn’t like the men I had seen earlier. His stance was different. Relaxed, almost casual. His dark eyes weren’t cold or threatening. There was something else there, but

Bianca's POV For a moment, there was silence. And then, he smiled—a slow, dangerous smile that filled my whole body with fear instantly. I had made a mistake. A huge mistake. My mind raced with only one thought: “Get out of here.” I glanced around the room; all eyes were on me, shock etched on every face. And why wouldn’t they be? I think I just slapped a Mafia boss. I didn’t wait for anyone to react. Before my brain could catch up with my legs, I bolted. On my way out, I crashed into a waiter, knocking a bottle of wine to the floor. The sound echoed behind me, but I didn’t dare stop. I burst into the changing room, stripped off my uniform, and pulled on my clothes with trembling hands, barely able to grab my bag before rushing out. I slipped out of the club, blending into the crowd. No sign of the manager. Thank goodness. Outside, I waved urgently at the first cab I saw. As the car pulled away, I let out a breath I didn’t know I’d been holding. I just slapped a Mafia boss.

Bianca’s POV As I walked in, it wasn’t just one customer like I expected —it was a group of men whose presence made the air feel heavy and scary. They radiated power, the type that doesn't ask for respect; they demanded it. My throat tightened, but I forced myself to keep walking. I scanned the room, taking in the girls draped over their laps, their laughter too loud, and their eyes glazed. A small part of me felt relieved that I wasn’t the only one here, but it didn’t last. We weren’t the same. They were here to entertain; I was here to work. “Good evening, I’ll be serving you tonight,” I said into my mini mic, standing in front of their table. I kept my voice steady and my eyes down, but my heart pounded in my chest. “Hey, sexy,” one of them slurred beside me, the stench of was whiskey heavy on his breath. I glanced at him—drunk, of course. He looked like the kind of man who thought his money gave him a pass to behave like anyhow. “Come here,” another voice cut in, sharp an

Bianca's POV “Blrrrrr!” The loud alarm pierced through the room, jolting me awake. My body protested, stiff and exhausted from a night where sleep finally found me in the late hours. But now, I had to drag myself up for work. It hadn’t been easy, but a few months ago, I found the courage to return to this city, six years after my mother passed away. As I stepped into the shower, the cold water shocked me back into memories I wished I could forget. That sunny afternoon… Dad and I were in the living room when a knock at the door shattered our lives. The news of my mother’s death was dropped on us like a bomb. She was killed in service to the Mafia family she worked for. They handled the burial expenses, like it was just business. As if that would fix anything. They also gave my father the money to pay for my education, like she had always wanted. Pulling on my jeans and hopping around to shove my feet into my boots, my mind drifted back to that funeral day. I had wandered arou

Marcello's POV Six years ago, “When you’re born into chaos, you learn to navigate it. But she was the chaos I didn’t see coming.” Five months ago, my mother dragged me back to this city. She had fought hard to keep me away from my father, desperate for me not to follow in his footsteps. But he found us, of course, he always does. After all, he’s Don Rossi, and no one outsmarts the boss for long. Today’s training flew by, which was just as well, since my father was throwing one of his infamous monthly mafia parties tonight. Normally, I’d disappear for the evening, but he made it clear I had to stick around this time. And when Don Rossi speaks, you listen. The party was in full swing by the time I arrived, the room buzzing with tension disguised as polite conversation. Men in sharp suits, women in elegant dresses—it all looked so refined. But I knew better. Beneath the surface, every person here was capable of unspeakable things. “Enjoying the view?” a voice interrupted from behind

KAIRAHe took the report from my hand and I sat down. The office was quieter than it had been in the afternoon, no Tracy, no extra presence filling up the corners of the room.Just the lamp on his desk and the sound of him settling back into his chair and the very loud fact that it was seven in the evening and I was the only person in this building who was not a professor.He read through the report without saying anything. I watched him read it because I honestly could not stop watching him. His eyes moved across the page patiencely that suggested he was actually reading it and not just pretending to.I sat with my hands in my lap and waited. He turned a page, turned it back and read something again. I kept my face arranged into an expression I hoped communicated that I was a normal, unbothered person who knew this is no different from any other evening.Then he put the paper down flat on the desk. "The both of you wrote almost the same thing," he said. He looked at the report and th

KAIRAI rushed into our room still carrying the report and my phone and whatever was left of my dignity after that whole situation. Jessica was sitting on her bed doing something with her hands, some new skill she had been trying to learn, her tongue slightly pressed to the corner of her mouth the way she always looked when she was concentrating.She looked up the moment I walked in and whatever expression was on my face must have been something because she dropped the thing in her hands immediately."What happened?" she asked.I couldn't even help it, the laugh came out before I could type a single word. I kicked the door shut behind me and started pulling off my uniform top because if I was going to tell this story, I was going to be comfortable while telling it."Give me one second," I typed and showed her the screen while walking to my side of the room to throw the top on my bed.She watched me and waited, which to her credit took visible effort. I settled at the edge of her bed,

KAIRAThe office was not empty, I stopped in the doorway and for a second my brain genuinely did not know what to do with what my eyes were showing it. There was a woman sitting on Professor Zane's desk like it was hers, her legs crossed at the ankle, very comfortable, very settled, the kind of comfortable that meant she had been comfortable there before.She looked up when I came in and her face arranged itself into something that was polite but not particularly warm."Hi," she said. "Are you looking for the professor?"She looked down at the papers I was holding, Draven's report in one hand and mine in the other, and I nodded."He said he would be back soon," she said, and then turned back to whatever she had been looking at on her phone.I stood there for a second. My options were to wait, which meant staying in the room with a stranger who was already making me feel like I was the one who had walked into the wrong space, or to leave and come back, which was the logical thing to do

KAIRAI tried to find my balance and the moment I did, I stepped back fast because I knew Madison well enough to know that the push was not going to be the only thing coming. She was already lifting her hand again when I moved and instead of landing on me, the momentum carried her forward and she went down hard. It happened so fast that for a second I just stood there staring at her on the ground, trying to process what I had just watched.And honestly? It was a little funny.She was down there doing this whole production of trying to get up with dignity and not quite managing it, and I pressed my lips together and looked at a neutral point in the distance and tried to be a mature person about it.Draven was already beside me. "Are you okay?" he said, his voice low and his eyes doing a quick check like he was running a damage assessment.I nodded.Madison had gotten herself off the floor by then and she was walking back in my direction with a look on her face that said she had moved p

KAIRAI could recognize the voice before I even turned around, and that was the problem. Knowing whose voice it was gave me exactly zero ideas about what to do with my face, so I turned slowly and found a point somewhere around his collar to focus on instead.Professor Zane was standing a few feet behind me and he was looking at the two of us with an expression I could not fully see in the dark, but if I was to go by the energy, it wasn’t warm.Draven's hands were still resting at my waist, I became very aware of this but I didn't move away."She wanted to fall," Draven said, pleasantly, like this was a perfectly ordinary thing to report. "I was lucky enough to catch her.""And you expect me to believe that?" Professor Zane said. He glanced at Draven, then back at me, and then up at the narrow space around us. "In a place like this?" he added.Draven removed his hands from my waist and laughed softly. From the laugh, I could tell that he was entirely unbothered, Draven was never the t

KAIRAI watched them the whole time and I could not stop myself. The new professor crossed the training ground at a comfortable pace, and Professor Zane was already standing in front of the gym by the time she got to him. Like he had been waiting, like he knew she was coming.She said something when she reached him. He listened, and then she pointed toward the gym door behind him, and he turned slightly to look at whatever she was gesturing to, and then the two of them walked through the doors together and disappeared inside.The doors closed and I stood on the training ground staring at the gym like it had personally done something to me."Oh my God." I screamed it entirely inside my head, which was the only place I was allowed to scream anything, and it was very loud in there.I was still staring when the window above the gym doors, the long rectangular one that sat near the top of the wall, Professor Zane appeared briefly on the other side of it, and his eyes came out through that

ELARAHis mouth moved against mine smoothly and my body responded before my brain could catch up. Every nerve ending I thought had died two years ago suddenly roared back to life.I pulled back, breathless. "Wait, I don't even know your name.""Does it matter?" His thumb traced my lower lip, his golden eyes dark with want. "We both know why we're here."He thought I was one of those girls they pimp out here. The realization should have made me pull away, should have made me explain the mix-up and leave like I had planned.Instead, I grabbed the front of his shirt and pulled him back down to me.This time, there was nothing gentle about it. His hands slid down my sides, fingers digging into my hips as he backed me against the booth. I gasped against his mouth, and he took advantage, deepening the kiss until I couldn't remember why I ever wanted to stop.He sat down on the leather seat and pulled me onto his lap easily. I straddled him, the short dress riding up my thighs, and felt him

ELARAMy heart raced. I sat up straight, the warmth from my release evaporating instantly, replaced by cold dread. Then the voice broke into a goofy and familiar laughter and I almost threw my phone across the room."Sophie, I swear to the Moon Goddess."She was cackling now, completely unraveling on the other end of the line, and I could picture her perfectly sprawled across her couch somewhere, tears streaming down her face, finding herself absolutely hilarious."You should have heard yourself. 'Mrs. Cross.'" She attempted the dramatic tone again between giggles. "I can't breathe right now.""You are genuinely the worst person I know," I said, but I was already smiling, the tension bleeding out of my shoulders completely. "It's past midnight, Sophie.""I know, I know. I just landed and couldn't resist. Forgive me, you know I love you.""You landed? You're actually here? In the city?""In the flesh, baby. Flying visit, but I'll be in town for a few days. We need to catch up properly.

ELARATwo years later.The headboard slammed against the wall for the third time that night.I sat in my dark bedroom, earbuds tucked in, phone clutched tight. The sounds coming through were crystal clear, a woman's breathless laughter, my mate's low growl, and the constant expensive sheets rustling.I should turn it off, throw the phone across the room, let the screen shatter like everything else in this house but I didn't.The camera I had hidden in the master bedroom, barely the size of a button, tucked behind a picture frame sent a live feed directly to my phone and I could see everything if I opened my eyes.The rumpled silk duvet, clothes scattered across the floor, the woman with red hair whose name I would never know because by morning she would be gone, replaced by another stranger tomorrow night.This was my life now, two years of sleeping alone while he paraded an endless stream of she-wolves and human women through our home. Two years of eating breakfast in a kitchen that

ELARAI found out I was getting married the same day I caught my father crying in the bathroom.He didn't know I saw him, the door was cracked open, and there he was, hunched over the sink, shoulders shaking. My father, who had never shed a tear even when Mom died, sobbing like the world was ending.Maybe it was."Dad?"He jerked upright, swiping at his face with the back of his hand. "Elara. I didn't hear you.""What's wrong?"The look he gave me made my stomach turn."We need to talk."Five minutes later, I was standing in the kitchen while he dropped the news."You're getting married," he said. No gentle lead-in, just the truth, dropped between us like a bomb.I laughed out loud "What?""Lucian Cross. The future Alpha of the Nightshade Pack." His voice cracked. "You're going to be his mate."I felt air leaving my lungs. "That's Sophia's arrangement, not mine.""Sophia's gone."My older sister, beautiful, perfect Sophia who was promised to the Cross family since we were teenagers. T