روايات وقصص ضمن Blood Devil Fruit

Elara was never loved. Only used. When she discovers her mate, Lucien, plans to kill her after draining her cursed blood, she runs into the forbidden forest and straight into the arms of the one man she was taught to fear. Alaric Ashford. The enemy. The ruthless Alpha who thrives on destruction. She saves him from death itself...and seals her own fate. Because one touch of her blood awakens something dark in him. Possessive. Unforgiving. Obsessed. “You saved me,” he murmurs, “so now you’re mine.” But Elara has a secret even he doesn’t know—one that could either heal his curse...or destroy everything between them.

For ten years, I was Vincent's blood bag and his sharpest blade. I offered my rare blood to sustain his ancient power. I offered my loyalty to secure his throne as the Vampire Lord of this territory. I thought my devotion might earn me the eternal embrace of the turning. Instead, I received the announcement of his marriage to Lilith. A princess from a powerful European vampire clan. He said it was a necessary alliance. He said my blood was still precious. But when the sanctified silver tearing through the car,he used my body as a shield, to ensure his bride remained unblemished. That's when I knew. I was never his lover. I was just a consumable resource, a blood bag to be used and discarded. So, when I was ordered to become his blood servant under the title of his fiancée, I made a call to my father. “In seven days,” I said, my voice clear and final in the dark, “make the name Elena Rossi disappear from this city. From vampire’s world. Forever.” In seven days, when Vincent finds his precious living blood bank gone, he went insane. And this decade-long game of predator and prey… will have a new set of rules.

Julian Dantes lost everything—his career, his reputation, and now, his brother. When Bash is kidnapped and set to be auctioned off to the highest bidder, Julian is desperate enough to make a deal with the devil himself. Cassiel Morelli is a billionaire with the power to bring men to their knees—or bury them. He agrees to save Bash, but his price is steep: Julian’s hand in marriage. It’s not love. It’s control. But when Julian learns the truth, hatred isn’t enough to stop the war between them from turning into something darker. Something impossible to escape. And when their enemies return, Cassiel makes a move so unthinkable, so monstrous, that Julian is forced to ask himself: What’s more terrifying? The man who stole his freedom… or the fact that he might never want it back?

I had two fathers. One was Vincenzo, who was gentle and cultured. The other was Matteo, who was called "Il Diavolo Sanguinario", meaning the bloodthirsty devil, by everyone. Both were men my grandfather, Don Rossi, had chosen for my mother, Sofia. In my last life, my mother had chosen Vincenzo, thinking he was the man she could trust for the rest of her life. But after a woman called Carla came between them, he grew colder toward my mother and me. He took Carla's side and became convinced that my mother had drugged him on purpose and slept with other men. In his eyes, I was a bastard whose father was unknown. After my grandpa passed away, Carla framed my mother repeatedly. Vincenzo would let her get away with it every time. He had even forced my mother to apologize and locked us in the basement, to the point of starving to death in the end! When I opened my eyes again, I was back at my fifth birthday party. My grandpa was still gravely ill, and he was urging my mother to make a choice. "Sofia, whoever you choose will inherit everything in the Rossi family and protect you and Lia in my place." Mom held me in her arms, hesitant to make a decision. I pointed at the man everyone called the Diavolo Sanguinario. "Pick him! Only he can protect us!"

Excerpt: "If possible, I'll make a deal with the devil and wipe you out of existence!" She yelled. "You will?" He asked, advancing on her, slowly and steady. She staggered backwards. "Y...yes, I would!" "Then I'll give you just that... Let's make a deal" "Uh?" "Who are you to make a deal with me?" She finally felt her back hit the cold wall, behind her. "I'm the devil you seek" ********** Anastasia Chadwick is a twenty years old, wayward and careless lady. All her life, she had been a slave to her own mother who turned her into something she never imagined herself to be, but she wished to find someone who loves her or someone she could love, before she dies, which is still a long journey. Ever since she was little, she had the fear of dieing and this had prompt her to live her life to the fullest, but when she came across Devi Notham, her life took a drastic turn and it got so hard to keep on with her wishes.

Olivia Camden is being forced to marry a man she doesn’t like to save the man she loves from dying by his hands— Alex Maldrov, the infamous mafia boss whom her father fears and owes a mighty sum, a man who wants nothing more than the beautiful Olivia as his wife, and her perfect body to warm his bed every night.

He's the devil she can't resist. She's the one sin he can't afford. Rookie FBI agent Nina Torres has one goal- to find her sister and take down the man responsible for abducting her. Cold, calculating and untouchable, Rafael Santiago, the billionaire businessman with ties to the Black smoke syndicate has eluded every investigation. But when a chance encounter throws them into each other's path, Nina discovers that the line between duty and desire is far thinner than she imagined. Every glance from Rafael feels like a challenge, every touch a dangerous confession. In a city built on secrets and blood, falling for the enemy might be the one crime neither of them can survive.

Reva Aldridge did not choose this life. It was chosen for her. She woke up in a luxury hotel room in Milan with no memory of the night before and a face she recognized looking back at her. The face of Nico Castellano. The most powerful mafia boss on the East Coast of Italy. The man her sister Petra was supposed to marry. Petra had wanted out of the engagement so she drugged her younger sister and sent her in her place. Now the scandal has spread. The Castellano name has been attached to Reva's, and there is only one way to fix it. She becomes his contract wife but the terms are brutal. She is expected to give him an heir. She has no choice because her family has already decided for her. Reva moves into Casa Castellano in Sicily and tries to survive. But something is wrong; her husband is not the same man from one day to the next. Some nights he is cold and controlled, and other nights he is different, softer in ways she cannot explain. A different scent and hands that feel like they belong to someone else. She tells herself she is imagining it. She is not. There are two of them. Twins. And they have both been with her without her knowing. Now that she knows the truth, they are both refusing to let her go. The devil does not wear one face. He wears two. And Reva belongs to both of them.

He smirked, knowing he was on the winning side. "So it's a done deal for three months?" He raised his eyebrows, putting his hand forth for a handshake. I looked at the long fingers and perfectly aligned nails and then at his patient face. Sighing to myself I my own hand into his and ignored the tingles that flowed through every nerve as his fingers curled around my hand and shook it lightly. "Yeah three months." "Goodnight then." He winked, removing his hand from mine and turned to walk away. "Hey wait!" I called out, suddenly remembering something. "You don't have my number." "What makes you think that? I have my ways Smith." And with one last wink I saw him take a turn and disappear from my sight. I let out a long breath, leaning on the nearby wall. Looks like I just made a deal with the Devil. * A sarcastic girl, a cocky guy. Throw in some mystery, murder, filthy jokes, wonderful friends, tons of kisses, secrets, surprises, eye-rolls and a killer on run. And you have got yourself a story never read before. ***So grab a cup of hot chocolate, some chips and a warm blanket and get ready to laugh, cry and bite your lip in anticipation. Enjoy!!

“What the f*ck…?” That was all I could say when I found myself falling for the very same man who was pulling me into the dark.