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Deku No Arms

Fragile in His Arms

Elena Delacroix never thought her quiet life as a florist would lead her back into the underworld her family abandoned years ago. Once part of a feared mafia empire, the Delacroixs left it all behind after the loss of their two eldest sons and the trauma experienced by their only daughter, Elena. Now, they only deal in flowers, beautiful, intoxicating, and, if necessary, deadly. But fate has a cruel sense of humor. One night, while making a routine delivery, Elena stumbled upon a crime scene, one she was never meant to witness. As exposed as she could ever be without having a place to hide, she held her breath as a man was executed before her eyes. Just as she prepared to flee, Lorenzo DeLuca, the ruthless mafia boss presiding over the chaos, catches a familiar scent in the air and turned to face her. It wasn’t just any scent, it was one only the Delacroix family could create. And in that moment, he recognizes her as Elena, his childhood sweetheart. The girl who had once meant everything to him and still do. Although, Elena escaped that night, but she didn’t get far as her world was turned upside down when she learnt that her family owes a massive debt to the DeLuca crime syndicate. And Lorenzo had come to collect it. But he doesn’t want just any repayment. He wants her as the repayment. Thrust into a world of power, secrets, and an undeniable attraction, Elena finds herself trapped between the past she can’t remember and a future she doesn’t want. But as long-buried memories resurface and dangerous enemies circle, one question remains; Will Lorenzo be her protector... or the greatest threat of all?
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No Name.u

"When a human tries to become a god, their can only be one outcome." ---------------------------------- As I opened my eyes, I was greeted with a disorienting sight. I found myself lying on a cold, metal bed, my limbs tightly bound to it. The feeling of numbness that had overtaken my arms and legs was overwhelming, and I struggled to regain any semblance of control over my body. As I looked up, I noticed multiple blindingly bright light bulbs arranged in a grid pattern on the ceiling, casting an eerie glow throughout the room. It was a sight that had become all too familiar to me over time, and yet it never failed to fill me with a sense of dread. I couldn't remember how long I had been trapped in this sterile, white room, but it felt like an eternity. My memories were hazy, my mind clouded by the constant barrage of experiments and tests that I was subjected to on a daily basis. I had lost track of time, lost track of the days and weeks that passed me by. All I knew was that I was a prisoner, a mere puppet in the hands of my captors. The experiments were brutal, each one more invasive than the last. They probed and prodded at my body, searching for answers that I didn't have. I was a lab rat, a subject for their twisted experiments, and there was nothing I could do to stop them. The pain was excruciating, but I had learned to bear it with a stoic resolve. I had no choice but to endure it, to survive in this hellish existence for another day. I had no idea what lay beyond the sterile walls of my prison anymore. The outside world felt like a distant memory, a dream that I couldn't quite grasp. I was cut off from the rest of humanity, isolated in my own personal hell. The only contact I had with the outside world was the occasional visit from my captors, who would come in to administer more tests and take samples from my body. They treated me like an object, not a person, and it was a dehumanizing experience that had left me feeling like a shell of my former self. I had no free will, no autonomy. I was a puppet, a tool to be used and discarded at will. At least, that's what they wanted me to believe. But deep down, I knew that there was still a spark of humanity within me, a will to survive and fight back against my captors. It was a small glimmer of hope, but it was enough to keep me going, to give me the strength to endure another day of torture and pain. ---------------------------- Get ready for a hell of a Roller costar plot. Remember to thank me later...…
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