QueenFrieza

Excerpt: 
His lips left her neck only long enough to say, “If the invisible scars he left don't disappear now, I'll keep trying again and again until they do. Soon your body will know only me.” 

Her eyes were still swollen from her previous tears, but they began to water again for a far different reason than before. She tried to pull away and hide her face from him. 

“Promise me,” she uttered. “Promise me I'll never be in the same room as him ever again.” 

His fist clenched and he had to control his anger. 

Quieter than before he whispered, “I promise.”

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Synopsis: 
A tumultuous childhood made Sophia fight that much harder for peace in her adulthood. Yet it would take only one meeting to shatter the average life she led as a successful bakery owner in the center of New Vista. 

She found him on a pile of garbage in an alley, bleeding from a head wound. After taking him to the hospital, he woke up not knowing who he was. The hospital referred to him as “John Doe”.

While navigating her fresh breakup, the mystery man became her source of distraction and comfort. He has a far more tender and doting side than she ever expected. Is he only like this with her?

The longer he stayed by her side, the more change she noticed within herself. There’s an undeniable pull between the two of them. Call it instincts or attraction, it felt like something she couldn’t ignore. The more time they spend together, the stronger the pull becomes. 

When she finds out who he is, any shred of safety she had before seems to disappear as a target is put on her head.

Mafia. Pheromones. Mate. 

Terms unfamiliar to her become the forefront of her problems. How are they supposed to explore their feelings when the world is intent on tearing them apart? 

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How I Became The Alpha Mafia Boss' Target

Miss Marcaida stood outside, leaning against a cement building on a rooftop as she looked up at the city lights around her.

On her right hand was a rubber glove holding a lit cigarette to her red lips. She also had a coat over her body that she didn't particularly care for even though it was warm outside.

Since no psychologist could even touch the issues she had because of the military, her job, and her complicated life, little things like smoking a cigarette or working hard in the gym were the only ways she knew how to relieve her stress.

Inhale the good, exhale the bad.

The door around the corner from her opened and she dropped the cigarette to the ground, squishing it with her heel and throwing the glove in a nearby trash can.

"Smoking again?" a voice said to her.

Serena rolled her eyes and glanced at the man walking towards her.

One Week