

Illuminating The Darkness
Faye Winter · Ongoing · 61.1k Words
Introduction
**
Isabella has grown up with drug addict parents that sell her off to the Italian mob Don.From there on, she found herself trapped in an unwanted marriage, and her life is even worse than before. Beat down, broken and letting the darkness win. Until she is taken from her Italian husband, in an attempt to serve revenge from the Irish. So what happens when an Irishman who also runs his side of the city falls in love with his captive? Can he bring her out of the darkness and show her who she really is? or is she doomed to be left in the dark?
Chapter 1
As I peer through the rain drops collected on the window. I think back to the memories of my life, and I come to realize that it doesn’t hold many happy ones. Ones that light up the darkness. Darkness. Not the kind that you can light a match to illuminate it so that you are able to see, to gain your bearings and regain focus. No. This is the kind of darkness that steals your vision even when your eyes are left fully open.
Leaning further to the side and pushing my cheek to the window to feel the cool glass against my it, I close my eyes and exhale. I’ve been in this room for five years now. This is the only space that is anywhere close to mine. Five years. One thousand eight hundred and twenty-six days. How do I know that? Easy because underneath this cushion I’m sitting on is an extensive list of tally marks, marking each and every day of being trapped in this gilded cage. Trapped in a marriage I never asked for or expected to be in. I understand the normal person would be grateful to live in a mansion with house staff and a person chef cooking them three meals a day. I look over to the closet sitting across the room that I know is full of designer clothes and shake my head. The thing about it is I did not ask to be here. Never even in my wildest dreams did I think I would be in a situation like this to begin with. Yes, situation, that’s what this is, or maybe, perhaps arrangement is a better word. Because that is what this marriage was arranged only, I had no prior knowledge. No warning no real kind of introduction to my intended. No nothing of the sort. Whereas most prearranged marriage couples know from an early age they will be married off and to whom I had none of that.
No my introduction to the thought of marriage was on my eighteenth birthday as I sat alone in my old room were the linoleum flooring was peeling up in the corners and the walled stained with the nicotine for the cigarettes my parents smoked, sitting on a threadbare mattress resting on the floor in the corner. I was holding the cupcake I managed to steal from the store on the end of the street. Ready for another year of singing happy birthday to myself and then curling up into myself with only a then blanket wrapped around me.
I never did get to sing to myself or even eat my cupcake. No. Instead the door to my closet of a room was kicked open and guys dressed in suits entered grabbing me under my arms and forcefully bringing me to my feet. When the darkness is at its thickest, I can still feel their hand tight around my arms and the loss of traction under my sock covered feet as I try to push back against them in a feeble attempt to keep them from dragging me out of my room. I can still see the look on my father’s face as he peers at me for the run down ripped up couch beer in hand line of what his favorite white power on the milk crate with a piece of wood across the top in front of him.
“Dad what is happening?” I try to keep my voice steady, but I am panicking. Why is he just sitting there allowing them to drag me closer and closer to the front door? As we pass him, I manage to look over my shoulder just in time to see him lifting his head from the table and smile at me.
“Well Isabelle my dear, you’re not mine anymore. I sold you. Thanks for taken care of my debt.”
They guys in the suits drag me outside toward the black car parked and running on the street and to this day I don’t know if it was the fact that I was in shorts and a wholly t-shirt in February with clouds looking like snow, or the cold emotionless words of my father that had my trembling and shaking harder than I ever had in my life.
That night I was whisked away and brought to a church where I was quickly showered dressed and presented to the man that I would be married too. Alessandro Bonetti. Don Alessandro Bonetti. The head of New Yorks biggest crime family since the Gambino’s.
A knock on the door pulls me from the thoughts that are going to lead me into the darkest of the dark places in my head. The day that my life was ruined, the day that any light, any hope was ripped away.
“Mrs. Bonetti?” I can never stop wincing when someone calls me that. I sigh.
“Yes. Mia?” Mia is a young girl barely legal I believe; she takes care of my quarters and helps me dress for dinner or events I need to attend. Since most meals are delivered to my room, I can only assume I am getting ready to be let out into the world for a brief time. She opens the door and finds me where she always does, sitting on the bench seat below the big bay window overlooking the back gardens of the house.
“Mr. Bonetti has requested you get dressed to attend a dinner.” I roll my eyes and I know she sees me even though she lowers her head to look at the floor. We both know this is not a request. At least not one I can turn down if I feel like being able to leave this room anytime in the future. Among other punishments I could receive for denying my husband dearest.
“Very well then, let us embellish the marionette.” Because let me be honest, I am a puppet pulled out of the closet every so often so he can pull my strings to dance and move how he requires. I stand and make my way to the bathroom so that I can shower.
“Go ahead. Get whatever he instructed you to put me in, I’ll bathe and be out in a few minutes.” Mia nods her head and does as she is told. I shut the door behind me, head to the shower and try to prepare myself for anything that may come.
Last Chapters
#48 Chapter 47: Isabelle
Last Updated: 7/10/2025#47 Chapter: Isabelle
Last Updated: 7/5/2025#46 Chapter 46: Liam
Last Updated: 7/5/2025#45 Chapter 45: Liam
Last Updated: 1/7/2025#44 Chapter 44: Isabelle
Last Updated: 1/7/2025#43 Chapter 43: Isabelle
Last Updated: 1/7/2025#42 Chapter 42: Isabelle
Last Updated: 1/7/2025#41 Chapter 41: Liam
Last Updated: 1/7/2025#40 Chapter 40: Isabelle
Last Updated: 1/7/2025#39 Chapter 39: Liam
Last Updated: 1/7/2025
You Might Like 😍
Letting Go
That fateful night leads to Molly and her best friend Tom holding a secret close to their hearts but keeping this secret could also mean destroying any chance of a new future for Molly.
When Tom's oldest brother Christian meets Molly his dislike for her is instant and he puts little effort into hiding it. The problem is he's attracted to her just as much as he dislikes her and staying away from her starts to become a battle, a battle that he's not sure he can win.
When Molly's secret is revealed and she’s forced to face the pain from her past can she find the strength to stay and work through the pain or will she run away from everything she knows including the one man who gives her hope for a happy future? Hope that she never thought she would feel again.
The Alpha King's Human Mate
“I have waited nine years for you. That’s nearly a decade since I’ve felt this emptiness inside me. Part of me began to wonder if you didn’t exist or you’d already died. And then I found you, right inside my own home.”
He used one of his hands to stroke my cheek and tingles erupted everywhere.
“I’ve spent enough time without you and I will not let anything else keep us apart. Not other wolves, not my drunken father who’s barely holding himself together the past twenty years, not your family – and not even you.”
Clark Bellevue has spent her entire life as the only human in the wolf pack - literally. Eighteen years ago, Clark was the accidental result of a brief affair between one of the most powerful Alphas in the world and a human woman. Despite living with her father and her werewolf half-siblings, Clark has never felt like she really belonged in the werewolf world. But right as Clark plans to leave the werewolf world behind for good, her life gets flipped upside down by her mate: the next Alpha King, Griffin Bardot. Griffin has been waiting years for the chance to meet his mate, and he's not about to let her go anytime soon. It doesn't matter how far Clark tries to run from her destiny or her mate - Griffin intends to keep her, no matter what he has to do or who stands in his way.
Off Limits, Brother's Best Friend
“You are going to take every inch of me.” He whispered as he thrusted up.
“Fuck, you feel so fucking good. Is this what you wanted, my dick inside you?” He asked, knowing I have benticing him since the beginning.
“Y..yes,” I breathed.
Brianna Fletcher had been running from dangerous men all her life but when she got an opportunity to stay with his elder brother after graduation, there she met the most dangerous of them all. Her brother's best friend, a mafia Don. He radiated danger but she couldn't stay away.
He knows his best friend's little sister is off limits and yet, he couldn't stop thinking of her.
Will they be able to break all rules and find closure in each other's arms?
Perfect Bastard
"Tell me you didn’t fuck him," he demanded through clenched teeth.
"Go fuck yourself, you son of a bitch!" I snapped, trying to break free.
"Say it!" he growled, gripping my chin with one hand.
"Do you think I’m a slut?"
"Is that a no?"
"Go to hell!"
"Good. That’s all I needed to know," he said, yanking up my black sports bra with one hand, exposing my breasts and sending a surge of adrenaline through my body.
"What the hell are you doing?" I panted as he stared at my breasts with a satisfied smirk.
He ran a finger over one of the marks he’d left just below one of my nipples.
The bastard was admiring the marks he’d left on me?
"Wrap your legs around me," he ordered.
He leaned down just enough to take my breast into his mouth, sucking hard on my nipple. I bit my lower lip to stifle a moan as he bit down, making me arch my chest toward him.
"I’m letting go of your hands. Don’t you dare stop me."
✽
Bastard. Arrogant. Completely irresistible. The exact type of man Ellie swore she’d never get involved with again. But when her best friend’s brother returns to the city, she finds herself dangerously close to succumbing to her wildest desires.
She’s irritating, smart, hot, completely crazy—and she’s driving Ethan Morgan crazy too.
What started as a simple game now haunts him. He can’t get her out of his head—but he won’t let anyone into his heart again.
I Am His Wolfless Luna
Ethan also kept emitting deep roars in my ear, 'Damn... I'm going to cum... !!!' His impact became more intense and our bodies kept making slapping sounds.
"Please!! Ethan!!"
As the strongest female warrior in my pack, I was betrayed by those I trusted most, my sister and my best friend. I was drugged, raped, and banished from my family and my pack. I lost my wolf, my honor, and became an outcast—carrying a child I never asked for.
Six years of hard-won survival turned me into a professional fighter, fueled by rage and grief. A summons arrives from the formidable Alpha heir, Ethan, asking me to return as a wolfless combat instructor for the very pack that once banished me.
I thought I could ignore their whispers and stares, but when I see Ethan's emerald-green eyes—the same as my son’s—my world tilts.
Angel's bliss
“Will you shut the fuck up!” he roared at her. She fell silent and he saw tears start to fill her eyes, her lips trembled. Oh fuck, he thought. Like most men, a crying woman scared him shitless. He would rather have a gunfight with a hundred of his worst enemies than have to deal with one crying woman.
“And your name is?” he asked.
“Ava,” she told him in a thin voice.
“Ava Cobler?” he wanted to know. Her name had never sounded so beautiful before, it surprised her. She almost forgot to nod. “My name is Zane Velky,” he introduced himself, holding out a hand. Ava’s eyes grew bigger as he heard the name. Oh no, not that, anything but that, she thought.
“You have heard of me,” he smiled, he sounded satisfied. Ava nodded. Everyone who lived in the city knew the name Velky, it was the largest mafia group in the state with its centre in the city. And Zane Velky was the head of the family, the don, the big boss, the huge honcho, the Al Capone of the modern world. Ava felt her panicked brain spin out of control.
“Calm down, angel,” Zane told her and placed his hand on her shoulder. His thumb went down in front of her throat. If he squeezed, she would be struggling to breathe, Ayya realised, but somehow his hand calmed her mind. “That’s a good girl. You and I need to have a talk,” he told her. Ava’s mind objected to being called a girl. It irritated her even though she was scared. “Who hit you?” he asked. Zane moved his hand to tilt her head to the side so he could look at her cheek and then at her lip.
******************Ava is kidnapped and is forced to realise her uncle has sold her to the Velky family to get out of his gambling debts. Zane is the head of the Velky family cartel. He is hard, brutal, dangerous and deadly. His life don't have room for love or relationships, but he has needs as any hotblooded man.
Trigger warnings:
Talk about SA
Body image issues
Light BDSM
Descriptive descriptions of assaults
Self harm
Harsh language
Healing His Broken Luna....
The Song in the Alpha's Heart
Alora, has been hated by her family since birth. Her Families favorite pastime is torturing her.
After turning eighteen she's rejected by her mate, who turns out to be her older sisters boyfriend.
Breaking the chains that bound her powers, Alora is freed from the family that hates her, and is given a new family.
When an old friend and protecter of her's returns home to tak his place as next Alpha of Alpha's, Alora's life is once more changed for the better as he says the fated word. "Mate."
The Wrong Alpha - A Twist of Fate?
Heartsong
I looked strong, and my wolf was absolutely gorgeous.
I looked to where my sister is sitting and her and the rest of her posse have jealous fury on their faces. I then look up to where my parents are and they're glaring at my picture, if looks alone could set shit on fire.
I smirk at them then I turn away to face my opponent, everything else falling away but what was here on this platform. I take my skirt and cardigan off. Standing in just my tank and capris, I move into a fighting position and wait for the signal to start -- To fight, to prove, and not hide myself anymore.
This was going to be fun. I thought, a grin on my face.
This book ”Heartsong” contains two books “Werewolf’s Heartsong” and “Witch’s Heartsong”
Mature Audience Only: Contains mature luangege, sex, abuse and violence
The Alpha's Hunt
If she is claimed she will be his. If she is not, she will return in shame and be shunned from her pack.
Hazel knows the ways of the Alphas, being the daughter of a Beta, but what she doesn't count on is the presence of the Lycan King. The leader of all is participating in his first-ever hunt, and she is his prey.
Warning: This book contains a LOT of mature content such as strong language, explicit sx scenes, physical and mental abuse, BDSM, etc.*
My Possessive Alpha Twins For Mate
My drunk stepfather remained indifferent, his weight suffocating, making it hard to breathe as my heart raced.
Suddenly, the door slammed open, and two figures burst in.
"Get off her!" a deafening roar echoed.
I didn't expect the twin brothers who'd bullied me at school to come charging in like gods to save me.
After my grandmother passed, I had to move in with my mom and stepdad, who treated me like a servant. I prayed every day for my 18th birthday to come, so l could leave and escape this broken home.
However, on my first day at my new school, l encountered the legendary twins everyone feared.
To make matters worse, the Moon Goddess revealed they were both my mates!
After helping me out with my stepdad, my twin mate cornered me, played with my hair, and whispered possessively, "You belong to us, our little mate..."