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Gael's Naughty Angel: A Mafia Prince Romance

[BOOK1] What are the odds that Gael would find himself as the Hero of a dark romance novel? After stumbling upon the book that he probably wouldn't have found if not because of his sister, Gael read the entire thing in one night. He found the book worthy of his mockery. It was absolutely ludicrous! He must find whoever wrote this absolute nonsense about him so he could show that person what he does to people who were deserving of his wrath. But what would he do when he finds out that the author of the book wants to keep her identity a secret? Will he expose her? Or will he use the secret to his advantage? ... "How dare she use me this way?" A menacing stare paints his face as he looks at the woman from a distance. "She likes writing romance novels so much?" he scoffed. "Then I'll give her the best damn story she would ever want to write." ~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~ Other Works: •Serendipity - A Chance Encounter (Complete-Ongoing revision) •Femme Fatale: The King's Deadly Temptress •Gabriella's Hellfire: An Arranged Marriage Mafia Romance (Book 2 of The De Luca Mafia Series) •Giovanni's Black Heart: An Enemies to Lovers Mafia Romance (Book 3 of The De Luca Mafia Series) ~~~~~~~~~~~ Join me and follow all my socials: linktr.ee/nixxxie *Licensed cover image ~~~~~~~~~~~ Proofreader/Editors: Filledelisle Swaning

NixxxiE · Urban
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Missing You

Gael decided to use the stairs instead of the elevators. He needed the walk to clear his head. On his way down to the cafeteria, he noticed the sign that pointed to the morgue. He hadn't gone there yet—he didn't want to, unsure if he could look at J's corpse without losing it. At the same time, he thought his sister was down there. In the end, he headed towards the morgue. 

When his mother was still alive, she used to work in the same hospital. Gael spent some time exploring the whole place while waiting for her shift to end. It creeped him out, but he found it oddly interesting all the same. The hospital was a place where people come and go—to live and die. The last time he ventured the eerie hallway to the morgue was when he was eleven. He thought he'd see ghosts. He didn't. But he sure felt cold. What else could he expect from the path towards the dormitory of dead bodies?