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robertdenir0sgf · 3 months
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banksreads · 1 year
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"My first choice should always be the Famiglia. But you are my first choice, Aria. I’ll burn down the world if I have to. I’ll kill and maim and blackmail. I’ll do anything for you. Maybe love is a risk, but it’s a risk I’m willing to take and as you said, it’s not a choice. I never thought I would, never thought I could love someone like that, but I fell in love with you. I fought it. It’s the first battle I didn’t mind losing.” ~Luca Vitiello
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gotankgo · 6 months
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Pain Teens “Pleasures of the Flesh”
• Born in Blood (1990)
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borninblood · 10 months
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Comment if you know who created this
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thenewbie28 · 1 month
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Wrote my first fanfiction because I was tired of waiting for the book of Alessio and Isabella.
Or on wattpad :- "The Unexpected Love" by Thenewbie28 on Wattpad https://www.wattpad.com/story/365066098?utm_source=android&utm_medium=com.tumblr&utm_content=share_writing&wp_page=create&wp_uname=Thenewbie28
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lighthousepigeons · 2 years
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Matteo: What goes up but never goes down?
Luca: The amount of stress this family brings me
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redcandle17 · 1 year
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Cora Reilly mafia romance universe (part 1)
Cora Reilly’s Born In Blood series, its Camorra Chronicles sequel, and the next generation sequel series Sins of the Father are so damn good. The romances between most of the couples are wonderful and most of the sibling relationships are awesome too. 
Born In Blood Mafia Chronicles
- #1 Bound by Honor - first two months of Luca Vitiello’s and Aria Scuderi’s arranged marriage. Luca is the heir to and eventual leader of the mafia in New York.
- #0 Luca Vitiello - Luca’s POV of Bound by Honor, written a couple of years after the start of the series. 
- #2 Bound by Duty - first year of Dante Cavallaro’s marriage to his second wife Valentina Aresco. Dante is the head of the mafia in Chicago. He’s 35 when he marries 23 year old Val. 
- #3 Bound by Hatred - Gianna Scuderi, Aria’s sister, runs away before her arranged marriage to Matteo Vitiello, Luca’s brother, despite the fact that they like each other and made out at Aria’s and Luca’s wedding. He chases after her for months, catches her, and they marry.
- #4 Bound by Temptation - Lily, Aria’s youngest sister, and Aria’s bodyguard Romero Cancio fall in love and have to overcome the marriage her father arranged for her to a man his age.
- #5 Bound by Vengeance - If this series was a TV show, this novel would be the episode that’s really a pilot for a spin-off series. Cara’s father, a high-ranking mobster, betrayed and stole from the head of the Las Vegas mafia. Cara is given to their enforcer Growl, as a deterrent to other mafia men. 
- #6 Bound by Love - Aria’s and Luca’s story continues from after their first novel to the next 10 years of their lives together. 
- #7 Bound by the Past - Dante’s past and his and Valentina’s experiences after the first year of their marriage.
- Bound By Blood Anthology - contains a novella about Matteo & Gianna, and short stories about Aria & Luca, Lily & Romero, and Growl & Cara.
Camorra Chronicles
- #1 Twisted Loyalties - Fabiano Scuderi (younger brother of Aria, Gianna, and Lily, and who is now the enforcer for the mafia in Las Vegas) meets and falls in love with Leona, a nice but destitute girl who knows nothing about the mob.
- #2 Twisted Emotions - Nino Falcone (second in command to his brother Remo) considers himself a sociopath and does not feel. He’s cold and clinical and speaks and thinks like a robot. Until his arranged marriage to Luca’s cousin Kiara Vitiello. Kiara is severely traumatized from being raped by an uncle at age 13 and being emotionally neglected by her family before and after. Nino is super gentle and kind to her, and they fall in love with each other, with Nino eventually admitting that he’s *feeling emotions* for the first time since his childhood. 
- #3 Twisted Pride - Remo Falcone (head of the Las Vegas mafia and aged 24 at the time) kidnaps Serafina (aged 19 and niece of Dante, the head of the Chicago mafia) on her way to her wedding for an arranged marriage. He keeps her captive for two months, psychologically torturing Dante and his family with phone calls, photos, and letters that make them believe Serafina is being raped and tortured. In reality, Remo thinks rape is too easy and likes a challenge, so he sets out to seduce Serafina into willingly having sex with him.
- #4 Twisted Bonds - Kiara wants kids but she and Nino have trouble conceiving. It covers everything after Twisted Emotions, during Twisted Pride, and a couple of years afterwards from their POVs. 
-#5 Twisted Hearts - Savio Falcone’s life is devoted to fighting and fucking. Gemma, his best friend’s younger sister, has been infatuated with him since the day they met when she was 10 and he was 14. She’s had a very religious conservative upbringing and she’s not only saving sex for marriage, she expects her first kiss to happen on her wedding day after saying ‘I do’ while Savio is in his own words a “man whore” who has sex with any girl who’ll have him. 
-#6 Twisted Cravings - Adamo is the youngest of the four Falcone brothers. He’s not as “dark” as his brothers and wants to be a nice guy. He’s wanted love and monogamy since was a kid. He loves car racing and devotes himself to illegal street racing, avoiding mafia activities he finds distasteful. Dinara, daughter of the head of the Russian mafia in Chicago, saunters into his world as a fellow street racer and Adamo quickly falls in love. 
TO BE CONTINUED...
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falconcs · 1 year
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⌕ Luca Vitiello ִֶָ ꒱ ⊹
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marinaslibrary · 9 months
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heronstirs · 2 years
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dantina messy headers — like or reblog if you save/use
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luna-crow · 1 year
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Born in Blood | Self Para
**An Anniversary Gift event para**
CW: Blood
The smell of magic was cloying here.
Neve nursed her bleeding hand, the wound now wrapped in a crude bandage fashioned from one of Luna’s old handkerchiefs. She had not expected the magic sigil needed to gain entry to The Night Market require so much blood. The cut was was not deep enough to make her unsteady on her feet. But, certainly enough to make her stomach turn at the sight of it the blood seeping through the white linen.
Knowledge of the Night Market was nothing new to Neve. She had practically been raised on stories of it. Though, admittedly, half were just cautionary tales. It was common knowledge among criminals, though even few of those types dared to seek it out. It was a place for the desperate or reckless. Neve reckoned she was a bit of both these days. But, after her unsuccessful run-in with Alecto, her options were running out.
Neve had long grown skilled at going unnoticed. It was in the nonchalance of one’s gait, and the mundaneness of one’s appearance. There were few things about her that would cause an eye to linger too long. Well, she corrected herself, that had at least been the been the case before she became Luna Crow. Everything about Luna screamed “look at me,” and the court lady’s diaries had made it perfectly clear this was by design. Luna required attention the way most required water or food. For this outing Neve had decided to wear her own face - albeit slightly shrouded beneath the hood of a dingy brown cloak
As Neve wandered the market she could not help but marvel over how strange it now felt to go so unnoticed again. She had grown used to being gazed upon. And she had perhaps come to like it. Every few minutes Neve would catch the sight of her face in a reflective surface and momentarily panic at the thought that her glamour had slipped, before recalling she had intended it this way. This market was a place Luna could never belong. Looking, walking or sounding like Luna here would be like placing a large target on her back. But, a orphaned pickpocket with a dagger up her sleeve, and badly concealed desperation fit right in here.
Neve adjusted her hood to fall farther over her face, her eyes downcast and unwilling to make contact with any others. There was an air of danger here that even the streets of Hemlock after dark did not possess. Neve’s criminal transgressions were child’s play in comparison to those around her. It was better for her to fly under the radar as best she could.
Strung lanterns hung on the cave ceiling, casting an eerie glow over the quiet crowd. Further candles, lanterns and magicked light orbs illuminated each vendor’s stall. Some merchants wore cloths tied around their noses and mouths to hide their faces, while the metallic smell of glamour hung heavily on others. Neve eyed the wares of each booth, gleaming what sorts of specialities each vendor fulfilled by the types of items displayed. There were weapons that never missed their mark, bottles of strange elixirs that seemed to swish within their bottles as though alive, and mundane looking items that hummed with a power anything but ordinary. She stopped at a booth with a midnight blue tattered silk canopy, drawn in by the cluttered selection of mirrors that filled the shallow makeshift room. 
Glamour magic.
The shopkeeper smiled as Neve paused in front of her shop, flashing an unnaturally white smile in Neve’s direction and beckoning her forward with slender fingers and sharpened nails. If not for the smell of glamour that hung thick in the air around the shopkeeper, Neve would have assumed the woman had selkie blood from the looks of her. She was beautiful even by fae standards, the rendering of her glamour executed with the precision and creativity of a master painter. Neve felt suddenly shy under the gaze of this breathtaking woman. She stepped forward, swallowing back her nerves.
“I’m looking for something that can change my appearance for an unlimited amount of time. Do you have something like this?” She whispered, as she had at a handful of stalls before. But instead of the usual rejection, the woman brightened.
“I have what you seek, pet.”
The shopkeepers voice poured from her lips like warm honey, the sound every bit as beautiful as her face. Despite that, something about it sent chills up Neve’s spine. The shopkeeper ducked her head for a moment, rummaging through a drawer in the narrow and weathered desk she sat at, before she let out a hum of pleasure and revealed a small ring studded with cloudy diamonds sitting in the palm of her hand. Never felt another pang of nerves. Whatever this thing was was was so illegal the shopkeeper had not dared put it on display. 
“This will give you what you desire. I only ask for 10 gold pieces, and two of your tears”
Neve eyed the ring with suspicion. “That’s it?” she questioned, eyebrows raising. “What’s the catch? What’s the real price?” Neve was no fool. Nothing of such power ever came so simply. The shopkeeper let out a short laugh. “Smart girl,” she purred, flashing those white teeth. “The ring has not been fed yet. It only works when the diamonds have turned to rubies.” In that moment Neve knew what was coming next, even as her mind scrambled to find any other meaning in the woman’s words. 
“Extinguish a life, let the blood fall on the ring, and it will work for a full year.”
There it was: the shoe drop Neve had been waiting for. Any sneaking discomfort she had felt for the woman in front of her had now turned to genuine terror. Neve had readied herself for many things. But, killing someone every year for the rest of her life surpassed even her deepest fears. She was suddenly conscious of the many rings on each of the shopkeeper’s fingers, a red jewel gleaming in each. The woman followed her gaze and merely flashed her another unsettling smile as though reading Neve’s mind. 
Despite herself, Neve imagined all the faces of those she had fantasized about killing in her life, and all the times she had wished for justice for the many wrongs inflicted on her. Being a good person was something she had abandoned years ago. But, was this that final step into true evil?
“I’ll take it.”
Even though the words were impulsive and breathless, she knew it was the right choice. This would only be temporary, right? It could tide her over for one year, and give her time to find something else. There was little doubt in her mind that someone out there deserved to be killed. She just had to find them.
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veevitiello · 2 years
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by Cora Reilly Fabiano x Leona
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noknowshame · 1 year
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why is religious Christmas imagery all so joyful and pleasant? where is the inherent horror of the birth of Christ? A mother is handed her newborn child, wailing and innocent. Her hands come away sticky. Red. Simply by giving her son life she has already killed him. He is doomed from the beginning. Her love will not save him from suffering. Because the thing cradled in her arms is not a baby, it is a sacrifice: born amongst the other bleating animals whose blood will one day be spilled in the name of what demands it. the night is silent with anticipation. Mary, did you know? That your womb was also a grave?
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amplifythenoise · 9 months
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EP REVIEW: Can't Save Us All by Born in Blood
Hailing from Fort Worth, Texas, four piece Born in Blood’s forthcoming EP, Can’t Save Us All, out August 25th, is five in your face, brutally honest, and viciously heavy tracks. The band says this of the inspiration of Can’t Save Us All, Horror, organised religion, everyday violence with movies, games and personal experiences are all themes that feature prominently throughout the tracks. On…
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etrevil · 21 days
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Expressive Dazai, stressed Dazai, you will forever be loved 😌🙏
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lighthousepigeons · 2 years
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Leonas: Wanna hear a joke?
Dante: Not really
Leonas: Please
Dante: Fine, go ahead.
Leonas: Knock knock
Dante: Who's there?
Leonas: Come in.
Dante:
Dante, eye twitching: You have five seconds to get out
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