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Beneath The Mafia's Mask

Power. Wealth. Fear. Dominic Valente built his empire with blood and ambition, rising from the crime-ridden streets of Palermo, Italy to become one of Europe’s most feared mafia bosses. Ruthless in strategy, unmatched in intelligence, he earned the name "The Hawk", orchestrating every move like a master chess player. But power came at a cost—a life devoid of peace, a soul weighed down by regret. When Dominic walks away from his empire, leaving the underworld behind, he seeks refuge in a quiet French village, living under the alias Antonio Leoni. He reinvents himself as a businessman, investing in legitimate enterprises, hoping to atone for his past sins. But redemption doesn’t come easy. Isabella Antenno, a passionate artist with a hidden past, enters his life, drawing him into a world of love, trust, and hope. Unaware of the darkness lurking behind his eyes, she sees in him a man struggling to escape his own demons. As their connection deepens, Isabella unwittingly becomes the one person Dominic cannot afford to lose. But the past is relentless. Enzo Mancini, Dominic’s former right-hand man, sees his departure as betrayal. Taking over the empire, Enzo thrives in chaos, determined to destroy the man who abandoned him. The hunter becomes the hunted when Enzo sends his men to track Dominic down, forcing him to make a choice—fight or lose everything. And in the shadows, Detective Adrien Moreau, an obsessed investigator from Palermo, inches closer to the truth. Moreau knows Dominic isn’t just a businessman—he’s the ghost of a crime lord who vanished without a trace. When Moreau sets a trap, Dominic must once again outmaneuver the system that hunts him. As old enemies close in and the life he’s built begins to unravel, Dominic faces an impossible question: Can a man like him ever truly escape his past? When the mask falls, will he be the man Isabella believes he can be—or the legend of crime the world still fears?
Ibukun_Odewenwa · 992 Views

Slave To The Masked Beast

Lorenzo De Luca "The Beast" thought she was only a new prey, but he realized too late that he was the one who was trapped. Signing a contract with the beast was supposed to be the worst thing that happened to Summer, and she wouldn't have done that if she had any other options, but the more she tried to struggle out of the deal, the deeper the beast found himself falling for her. ... I nodded, feeling grateful, and bolted toward the door. Without knocking, I burst inside. "You jerk!" I yelled. “Don’t you know how to knock? and I warned you not to call me that.” His voice was low, irritated. "Your terms are absurds, I have my own terms also." I said as I closed the door. The minutes I turned to him, I screamed. Lorenzo was standing by the window, wearing nothing but a towel, water dripping from his freshly showered body. His broad shoulders glistened in the light, and his defined abs led down to... "A slave speaking of term, Hmm. Tell me about it." He said. "Damn, he is fucking hot!" I said, not realizing I said it out. "Excuse me?" He raised his brow. "huh." I said. "You were talking about terms." He asked, moving closer to me. I couldn’t remove my eyes away. His body was perfection, every inch of him sculpted like a living statue. The towel hung dangerously low on his hips, and for a moment, I forgot why I had come in. My heart pounded faster with every step he took, my legs were shaking. "Don't come near!" I yelled at him, covering my face with my hand. "What's the problem?" He asked. I froze, my eyes wide, my cheeks flushed. “Put some clothes on!” I shrieked. “This is my room,” he said, turning toward me with a slow smirk. “I see no reason to.” "Well.. I'm here and I'm not comfortable with you like this." “You’re staring,” he teased. “No, I’m not!” I shot back, flustered. “You want me,” he said casually, stepping closer. “What? No!” I stumbled backward, heart pounding. “You want to feel me inside you.” “God forbid! Hell no!” I shouted, but my voice wavered, betraying me. "Hell yes" He said with a smile. I swear, despite his face is partially covered with mask, I could see the beauty of his face. His smile is so beautiful... it's choking. He closed the distance between us, his eyes locked on mine. “Your body says otherwise,” he whispered, his hand brushing a strand of hair from my face. The heat of his skin sent a shiver down my spine. Then he whispered into my ears "I can show you what I'm made of, if you want." His voice was slow, deep and arousing. My legs were trembling, I could hear my heartbeat. “Stay away from me!” I pushed him back, panic setting in. But he only laughed, a deep, rich sound that sent my pulse racing. “You don't know what you are missing.” he murmured, his voice low and dangerously seductive. He leaned in, his breath hot against my ear. “Just say the word.” I snapped. “Get lost!” I pushed him and bolted out of the room, my heart pounding in my ears. I could hear him laughing behind me, enjoying the moment. His laughter was cut short by the sound of water splashing.
Black_Butterfly18 · 1.6K Views

A Woman Without a Mask

At 28, Clara Hayes has mastered the art of wearing masks. To her colleagues, she’s the perpetually cheerful graphic designer who never misses a deadline. To her overbearing mother, she’s the dutiful daughter hiding her anxiety behind polished smiles. To the world, she’s a woman who “has it all together”—except she’s crumbling inside. Clara’s life unravels during a corporate presentation where a panic attack strips her façade raw. Humiliated and exhausted, she flees to a quiet coastal town, renting a cottage owned by an eccentric, free-spirited potter named Marisol. There, Clara stumbles upon a dusty journal in the attic, its pages filled with haunting sketches and anonymous confessions from a woman who once lived there decades earlier. The entries mirror Clara’s own suffocating duality: “I paint myself in colors the world approves of, but my soul is a grayscale.” As Clara tentatively befriends Marisol and a reclusive widower, Eli, who runs the town’s crumbling bookstore, she begins confronting the lies she’s told herself for years. Through their unconventional guidance—and the journal’s cryptic wisdom—she starts shedding her masks one by one. But vulnerability comes at a cost: her corporate career teeters, her mother’s disapproval intensifies, and a buried trauma from her teenage years resurfaces, threatening to drown her newfound courage. When Clara’s raw, unfiltered artwork—created in secret—goes viral, she faces a choice: return to the safety of her old illusions or step into the terrifying freedom of living unapologetically. But the journal hides a final secret, linking Clara’s journey to the cottage’s mysterious past, forcing her to question whether true authenticity is a rebellion… or a homecoming.
Daoist5CDTxH · 1K Views

Part Wolf

WARNING: MATURE CONTENT An unwarranted death, an unprecedented rebirth, two men vying for her love. Elize's life was not easy to begin with, but now she has to fight her own destiny. Will she want to return to what was hers? Or will she choose to ignore it? Is she strong enough to face her fate? Then what about love? GLIMPSES (P.S. Contains spoilers, read at your own discretion) : As she drew closer to the door, she could clearly hear two men bickering "I swear if you lay a finger-" Deep breath. Elize repeated to herself as she pushed the door open. Two heads whipped towards her direction from the corridor to which the door opened. The conversation between them seemed to have died down with her presence. One of the two tall men stepped towards her. An animalistic growl emanated from his body. Elize narrowed her eyes and was about to say something when she noticed it. Those eyes. Those same blue eyes! ********* "Who's there?!" She asked aloud, unable to find anyone. 'You have come at last.' The voice replied, a hint of joy in its tone. She gulped her saliva nervously. "Who- who's there?!" Elize stuttered. 'I am what is missing from you.' The voice replied, calmly. "Huh?" 'Since our time has not yet come to become one, why may I ask are you here?' The voice asked. "I uh.." She said absentmindedly. 'Let us seal our bond with a wish, that I may accept you as my master.' The voice spoke with much enthusiasm. ****** "Do you hate me Elize?" He asked, with a pout. Elize maintained her poker face. She was not going to fall for it no matter how cute he tried to act, she thought to herself. "No I don't sir. I don't even know you." She replied nonchalantly. "Ouch. That hurt." He said, clutching the place above his heart. Elize huffed, rolling her eyes. "Do you really have something to say or should I come back later?" She asked, folding her hands above her chest. "Would you come back to me later, on your own accord?" He teased, almost reaching her. "That's not what I-" The Kelpie's laughter cut her off. "You're so cute when you do that. It makes me want to bite you." He said licking his lips, his wet tongue gliding over his moist lips slowly, making a show of the process. Teaser is on the Instagram page : author_obsessedwithwolves Join our discord- https://discord.gg/Nrj87UT
obsessedWithWolves · 3.6M Views

Masked Persona

COVER ARTIST: LECHE FLAN GLOB (She's also new in her craft so we will be growing together ☆_☆). Do you have that innocent friend that everybody just can't help but love? Do you have that excellent friend that just inspires you to work better in life and in your professional career? Technically, most of them are really as you see them as: adorable, strong, lovable, kind, a free spirit. That isn't what this story is about. Yes, the female protagonist of this story is someone who climbed her way out of hell, but it doesn't mean that this is another revenge story. If only it was. *coughs* This is the story of Yama Shizuka, a girl who has many masked personas that she has used and still uses to manipulate people into thinking whatever she wishes for them to perceive her to be. You could say that her traumatizing childhood paved the way and created this morbid mentality, a need for survival that brought about a strength different from the fictional stories (maybe that's just me shamelessly advertising her story) you and I have read but still retaining a bit of fiction. I mean, if she truly existed, wouldn't it be scary? Heartbreaking, even... This story will be a mixture of her present acts and her remembering her past. There are also important characters that will have their fair share of spotlight when needed. For those who don't like psychological torment, darlings, don't read this. I will not be held accountable. But for those of you who like understanding the human mind and how it can be quite the interesting interaction between the past, present, and future self, do read. THINGS TO CONSIDER BEFORE READING: PERSPECTIVE: the POV of the story changes frequently, depending on the needs of the arc. If you are not a fan of POV changing, maybe this ain't your cup of tea. STORY: There will be a lot of questions at the beginning because this is a long story. For you to understand it, you'd need to read it like 50 chapters in, then re-read it to make it more clear. I also realized I usually change my writing style. If you don't like inconsistencies, I guess Masked Persona ain't for you. STYLE: The main character, Shizuka, would have psychological episodes that is similar to the stream of consciousness. You've been warned. GENRE: This is highly fantasy. Has some future themes to. With how I've seen the story thus far, you really can't come to conclusions that quickly. Some explanations will only happen after so long and it's for a reason. I mean, when I made the timeline, that's what I felt. Some explanations took years before they were given out, sooooooo... P.S. I will occasionally change the cover of the novel depending on the chapter. P. P. S. This is not a cultivation novel, she is wearing a harajuku cardigan. P. P. P. S. I am writing this story for myself, so most of this is to entertain me. If it also entertains you, then sharing is caring. The views and opinions included in this novel belong to the author and do not necessarily mirror the views and opinions of Webnovel.The content of this chapter is restricted. It is forbidden to copy, forward, or in any way reveal the contents of this novel to anyone outside of the Webnovel app and in the internet. The integrity and security of this chapter cannot be guaranteed over the Internet. Please help me keep my novel away from plagiarists. Support my novel here in Webnovel.
PrimSuspectOMelons · 36.9K Views
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