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My Wild Little Kitten Is A Mafia Boss

[WARNING: There will be Mature Scenes in this book] Life was hard enough when she lost her mother. When her father got married, life was even harder. Sofia was bullied and often went to sleep with an empty stomach. When her father died, she was thrown away by her stepmother. No money. No friends. Nothing. All she had was her tenacity to live. She scavenged for food. She learned how to pickpocket and she learned not to trust anyone's word. Until she was kidnapped and brought to a place she had no idea of. If she wanted to get out, she needed to fight. She needed to kill. She needed to persevere and not make friends. "Emotions are your biggest hurdle. Learn to lock your feelings away." At the age of ten, she made her first kill. She learned all sorts of things in order to survive this cruel world. And when she reached the legal age, she became the heir to the mafia king. "Drunk driving isn't allowed. Give me your license!" Officer Hughes told Sofia who was still muddle-headed after hitting her car on a lamp post. "How about you give me your number?" Sofia retorted. Her red and smiling lips were hauntingly beautiful, seducing him to give in to her. "Ma'am, you don't need to seduce me. I won't fall for your tricks." Even with blood rolling on her face, Sofia wasn't the least bit bothered. It's nothing to her. "Let me send you to the hospital first." Officer Hughes offered as he tried opening the door of her car. "Just kiss my wound and it will be fine." 'The impact has damaged her brain cells. She's going crazy. I need to bring her to the hospital soon.' Unknowingly, he stepped into the trap that Sofia laid specially for him. Now that she caught her prey, she would never let him go again. Cover isn't mine. It's edited by a friend. From Mr. Love: Queen's Choice

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OPPOSITES

Clark could hear the siren from the background during the call but he ignored it, just wanting to chat with his mother for the last moment. He really missed her parents. He badly needed them but he was ashamed. They expected so much from him but he failed them. It was never his intention to ruin his life. He just wanted to try something. He never thought that things would escalate to the point that he'd die.

"Clark, I am counting on you to take care of me and your father once we're old." Mrs. Morin countered while trying her best not to sob. "Stop apologizing just because of some petty matters. I'm more than happy to know that you are doing alright."

There was no response from the other end of the line. Her son has become silent. He didn't mean to give a cold response to that. He just covered the phone with his pillow to avoid his mother hearing him grunt in pain. His bedsheet was already soaked with blood. His shirt and shorts were stained with it, too.