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[maleoventlover]

The Unexplainable

(Warning: Mentions of blood, cults, stabbing, sacrificing animals and people)

Lucia Johnson, a twenty-three year old African American woman with a love for the ocean, suffered an ancient at a young age. As a child she used to go deep sea fishing with her father. One night she was sent to retrieve something from the captain's quarters. As she retrieved the item for her father, happy to be of some help, a mirage of red and blue lights flashing throughout the sky. The boat shook violently as the water around them thrashed and slammed into the boat. Her father’s cries for her to stay, soon drowned out by an echoing voice. Staying in the closed off room she watched as hands arose from the depths of the ocean, covered in rock and plants they rose beyond the waves. The stone cracking and crumbling revealing deep shimmering skin that reflected red and blue rapidly, practically blinding her. The voices spoke in a language she could not hear, but she could see the panic on her father’s face. Afraid to leave, she could only watch in horror as her father was grabbed by whatever force they came upon, the sky flashing fast, the boat rocking violently. Loosing her footing Lucia hit her head on the wheel falling unconscious.

When she awoke she was in the hospital with her mother and grandmother at her side. Informed that her father had disappeared off the boat, supposedly drowned. She was found by the coast guard the following morning. She had been comatose for 3 days. After telling her family what had occurred that night they tossed it up to a Childs imagination combined with trauma. Putting her on medication that made her more awake, aware, and deemed more reasonable.

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Now grown up she works as an evening-shift cashier in the middle of San Francisco, California. One day while arriving at her shift she witnessed waves of women buying ritualistic supplies and running out the store in swarms. The odd and aggressive behavior from these women intrigued Lucia. She and her fellow cashier and friend Mikey Truman decide to follow the swarm of women. After hiking though the forest the two trailed the group to a secluded part of a beach.

The sight before the was like something out of a movie. There were women putting on red cloaks, animals being lined up as they one by one had their throats slit, letting the blood collect in the middle of what looked like some sort of ritualistic carving, candles being placed and lit around the circle. Mikey quickly pulled out her camera to record the ongoing preparations of something big, something supernatural. Deciding she had enough Lucia wanted to turn back and leave. She gasped as two hooded figures grabbed them.

Kicking and screaming the duo is dragged towards the center of the carvings. Lucia, screaming and kicking tries to fight against her captures. Taking out a knife they hold her down in the middle of the blood soaked sand. Mikey screaming her name as the women raised the blade. With the last bit of strength Lucia sits up abruptly, unconsciously holding up her hand to block the blade.

It all happened so fast. The blade perigee through Lucias hand, her screams filled the air as blood spilled onto the center sigil. A bright flash of red and blue lights erupt from the circle, surrounding Lucia. Voices started speaking to her, shouting at her. Screaming in pain she stands and begins to swing her hand around, blade still inside. As she swung herself around in a panic she felt her hand collide with a hard object. Looking up in horror she sees her bloody wounded hand, connected to a man’s chest, the blade sinking into his flesh. A pair of lilac eyes stared at her with with confusion.

“Who the hell are you?”

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[maleoventlover]

Whiskey and Honey

(I’ve been really into classic mafia romances so here a lil something I’ve been thinking about)

Dante Baldini, the next in line to the Baldini Mafia. A Sicilian-American organized crime syndicate that’s been based in New York since 1893. The second eldest of five siblings. Known for his ruthless torture tactics and murderous tendencies, he is seen as force to be reckoned with.

Behind the rumors and many bodies, is a down to earth diplomatic man who hates physical confrontation. Dante spends most of his time managing the crime family’s properties and finances. He was good with money and even better with people. That is until he met Mazie Brown.

Mazie Brown, the black diamond of Manhattan, was a high class corporate lawyer who was known for her cut-throat negotiation skills and vast connections. Mazie was hired by a business rival of the Baldini family, and approached Dante at one of his bars. The two began to get close to each other, too close. Dante knew who she was and why she was here. Mazie knew that if she wanted to hit the Baldini family hard, she would have to go for the prodigal son.

A/N: This is a concept I’ve been thinking about for a few days. I’ve been binging Suits for like 3 days and I can’t stop thinking about season 6. Anyways I wanted to do a mafia/Lawyer romance or established romance.

Idk cause the original concept was gonna be that they were married and he got sent to federal prison, got out, and bunch of shenanigans happen.

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[maleoventlover]

Thinking about starting a new project with ambw. It's a supernatural romance with a grunge black MC and an other worldly being with a mortal form of a Korean or Chinese man (still debating). It's essentially a group of unlikely people/beings, other realms of creatures and eldrich horrors, solving mysteries, preventing reality from collapsing, all while trying to keep their sanity.

Let me know if anyone would read it.

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[maleoventlover]

The Corner Store Case

Chapter 1

Sitting in the police station I stare at the man in cuffs. He was tall, shoulders like a mountain, black buzz cut, skin like umber, and these bewitching pair of Smokey eyes that just set your soul ablaze. He smiles and waves to the best of his ability. I look away as if the man doesn't exist. I blink. Now I'm the one in cuffs. He has me by the jaw, a grin on his face.

"Hello, Gorgeous,"

I blink again. I'm standing in front of a boy, he looks around the age of twelve. He gives me that same grin. I try to focus on his face but all I can see are those Smokey grey eyes. So familiar, so beautiful, so lonely. I reach out for him.

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"Vi."

My mind returns to me from a dead sleep. I'm still so sleepy. Let me rest.

"Violet."

Turning away from the voice I attempt to fall back asleep. My legs tangled in the cotton sheets, arms wrapped around my pillow. I try to think about that boy, that man. Who was he? Was he someone I used to know? Do I know him now?

"Violet wake up."

I groan in annoyance, Placing the pillow over my head I slowly drift back to sleep. Body relaxing, mind letting go. I'm at peace with my soul, good sleep. I need to know who that guy was! I can almost see it. I can feel it!

A pair of cold, large hands slide up my shirt and grasp the sides of my stomach. My eyes flew open as I proceed to yelp. I sat up swiftly.

A burst of smooth laughter fills the air. Oh, so you think this is funny? I'll show you a funny.

"Matteo! What the hell?"

"Babe you can't ignore me, you know I crave your attention when I’m home." Matteo chuckles, his hand retreating from my shirt.

A huff escape from my lips. The second time this week he's done this, suddenly woken me up from these familiar dreams. It was kind of annoying but who could stay mad at that face?  Well, I can.

Sighing I rub my face, hopefully removing the drool stains. I look at Matteo’s morning glow. My wonderful fiance laid before me in our satin sheets. I couldn't help but admire him as he smiles at me. Those pearly white teeth and enchanting chocolate eyes I could get lost in. The somewhat faded and creases circles under his eyes, messy curly black hair, and the smells of spices and forest wood. I take in the smell of his cologne, I'm practically drooling again. He must've gotten home early this morning. I never suspected finance could be such a long job. I don't know why he just doesn't find something with easier hours. Regardless he's home and I'm thankful he made it back safe.

I tossed the sheet off of my body and into his face. I check the time. It's nine am and I glare at my partner. He looks at me with big brown eyes and a devilish smile, looking slightly apologetic. Rubbing a hand through his hair and letting out a nervous chuckle.

"I know you don't like to wake up this early...but I made breakfast for you."

I couldn't help but be a little less annoyed. It's not everyday you see your macho New York Italian husband waking up early and fixing you a meal. I knew this was his special way of keeping the romance alive.

"Easier to ask forgiveness than beg for permission.” I chuckled

He leans in expecting a kiss.

Instead I lean towards his his ear and whisper.

"You know I love it when you cook for me~"

I let my hand trail up his arm and towards his chest.

In one motion I managed to shove him off the bed instead. Panicked noises followed with a loud thud. A few muffled Italian curses and he managed to pull himself off the floor. Annoyance and fluster clearly on his face.

"I, your wonderful soon to be husband, cook you a bountiful breakfast, and that thanks I get is being shoved off the bed I paid for? Ungrateful much?"

"I, your amazing, patient, tolerant soon to be wife, was wakened from my sleep AFTER I told you not to fuck with me when I'm sleeping."

"I'm taking my Cornettos, Ricotta pancakes, and my breakfast bake to myself then."

"Aye Woah! Let's reconsider our choices. Don’t want to make any brash decisions.”

"Naw, my fiancé woke up with a bitchy attitude."

"You're a bitch."

We stare at each other, then burst out in laughter. I love my husband and his commentary. He wakes me up every other morning with a good breakfast, good conversation, and a good laugh. What more could a woman ask for.

I help him up completely and pull him to the dining room. They lays a nice breakfast sits with our usual drinks. Him a cup of caffè macchiato caldo and for me a nice mug of blueberry hibiscus tea. He decided it was nice enough to eat on the balcony today so we moved all the food outside. We talked and laughed. Held hands as we watched the city of New York bustle.

"Matteo."

"Yes gorgeous?"

"Why do you work so late? You know how dangerous the city can be."

An awkward silence fills the air between us. I know he doesnt like to talk about his work when he's home but I couldn't help it. I wanted, no, I needed to know what was taking my fiancé’s time.

He shifts uncomfortably as if thinking of a response.

"Vi I'm fine, I like what I do and it keeps us in a good place."

"You know I don't care about this fancy-ass apartment, it is nice to...ok I might care a little but that's not what I mean!"

He chuckles and grabs my hand. He rubs his thumb over my knuckles in a calming manner. Causally bringing it up to his lips and placing a soft kiss. His eyes trail up my arm and land on my gaze. A soft smile on his lips.

"Vi relax. No one is gonna hurt me, I promise I'm safe and I will continue to be safe. Plus I got a hot kick ass cop for a wife."

"Detective. Your soon to be wife is a detective.”

"Same shit."

He kisses the back of my hand again and looks up at me. I smile at him. He would never lie to me. I know he will always tell me the truth.

I look over Matteo. He was looking at his watch. I saw a glimpse of an all too familiar dark look across his face but the next thing I know he's grinning at me. He looks tired. Wonder what time he came home last night. He stands snd stretches.

"Sorry babe but I gotta go to work. Boss needs me a little earlier than usual today. You understand?"

I frown. My gaze is casted downward in disappointment. He always does this. Every time he says he's off or doesn't have to go to work till later he's always called in. I glance up and he's looking at me. Regret plastered on his face. He bends down and kisses me on the top of my satin bonnet as he gets ready. I stay outside and finish my food. It's the only thing I can do.

"Have a good day my love. Please behave and don't burn down the house."

"Do you have to go? You look like you hardly got any sleep."

"I'll survive. I love you."

"I love you too babe."

When I'm done I hear the door open and close. He's gone. Again.

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[maleoventlover]

The Corner Store Case

Prologue

Warning: Religious content and Anxiety Attack

I stand in front of the grand door with sweaty palms. I could hear the small orchestra playing some wedding song, familiar yet distant. The once loud room in front of me went dead silent and I could hear everyone stand up. My body instantly started to back away. I couldn't do this, no this was all wrong.

"No. No, I can't I-"

A hand gripped my arm gently. I turn to my side and see my mother looking at me with concern.

"Violet, Violet honey are you ok?" Mama grasps my hand gently, she runs her thumb over my knuckles in a soothing circular motion. We could both feel my hands start to shake.

"I'm fine just nervous," The makeup on my face feels suffocating, I want to wash it off. But the sweat on my face seems to absorb into the makeup making it unbearable, almost as of a second tighter skin formed over me. My dress feels like it's clinging to my skin and tightening itself around me. It was practically squeezing the air out of me. This hair, these extensions, they cling to my face and neck like snakes waiting to swallow their prey. The white heels on my feet start to pinch and twist.

I can hear the impatient chatter of the guest beyond the door. The music slowly comes to a stop. My heart beats faster, my breath gets thinner, and I lean on my mother's shoulder. My body starts to shake as I struggle to breathe. Tears start to stream down my face as I let out a muffled sob. Face hurried into her shoulder. I couldn't go out there. Matteo and his brother worked so hard to pull this together and I looked and felt like a mess. I would be an embarrassment to the family. To their family.

"Violet, baby breath, it's your special day! You shouldn't cry..."

My mother tries her best to calm me down but it isn't working.

"I'm sorry mama...what if he doesn't want to get married? What if he gets tired of me? What if I don't please him? I am not ready to be a wife."

Mother pulls me close and looks me in the eyes. Her face is serene and graceful, the woman I wish I could be.

"If he didn't want to marry you he wouldn't have proposed baby, stop worrying and calm down. It's time for you to take your next step in life, it's time to start a family of your own."

"Also Your makeup is runny honey."

I can feel her staring at me with such love and happiness. I try to hold back the tears but a few more slipped out, I wasn't ready.

She gives me a disappointed expression.

"I can't help it, mama. So many possibilities of this going wrong. What if he falls out of love? Maybe he will find other women to love-"

"Violet York!"

I get quiet. She grabs my face.

"You can't go forward in life if you keep focusing on the future. Focus on the now and live in the moment."

She was right. It's my wedding day, I should focus on getting ready to walk down that aisle and marry the man who's been by my side nonstop since day one.

My breath returns to its normal pace. My heartbeat slows down. Tears stop running down my face. It's time.

"Thank you, mama. I'm ready."

"Good baby. Now go get that man before one of those women snatch him up. Some of your cousins have been eyeing him up like a piece of meat since we got here."

She chuckles and offers me a tissue.

A giggle escaped my lips as I dab sweat and runny makeup off my face.

A sniffle escapes me as I straighten my posture. Walking back towards the door I grab my bouquet from a nearby table and position myself. I glanced at my mother once more. She flips over my veil and puts my hand on her arm.

I smile as my mother and I swing open the doors.

Music starts to play. The flower girl is in the middle of the row throwing assorted flower petals. She is picked up by her mom and sat down.

I take my first step, then my second. Next thing I know I'm standing in front of the man who changed my life. He looks at me with a questioning expression but smiles nevertheless. Taking my hand in his, his eyes filled with love and his face is in bliss.

Matteo Del Sordo, is a simple man, with a simple life, in a simple world.

"Dearly beloved, you have come together into the house of the Church so that in the presence of the Church's minister and the community, your intention to enter into Marriage may be strengthened by the Lord with a sacred seal. Christ abundantly blesses the love that binds you.”

The Priest begins, licking his lips slightly as he continues to the next phrase.

Through a special Sacrament, he enriches and strengthens those he has already consecrated by Holy Baptism, that you may be enriched with his blessing you, so that you may have the strength to be faithful to each other forever and assume all the responsibilities of married life. And so, in the presence of the Church, I ask you to state your intentions."

I look at Matteo, narrowing my eyes at him slightly through the veil. His hands squeezed mine reassuringly, his way of telling me to just roll with it. Good thing his brother couldn't see my face.

We practiced these traditional vows but I still wanted to have our little twist on things. But Matteo says traditions are important in his family, so I guess I should honor them.

"Matteo Del Sordo and Violet York, have you come here to enter into Marriage without coercion, freely and wholeheartedly?"

"I have."

"I have."

"Are you prepared, as you follow the path of Marriage, to love and honor each other for as long as you both shall live?"

"I am."

"I am."

"We shall now bear witness to the vows"

Matteo looks at me. He cocks his head slightly and gives me a soft smile.

"I, Matteo Del Sordo, take you, Violet York, to be my wife. I promise to be faithful to you, in good times and in bad, in sickness and in health, to love you and to honor you all the days of my life."

I almost wanted to cry hearing him say that. Even though I thought we agreed on making our vows, this was equally as emotional, because I knew he meant every word.

"I, Violet York, take you, Matteo Del Sordo, to be my husband. I promise to be faithful to you, in good times and in bad, in sickness and health, to love you and to honor you all the days of my life."

Matteo looks away for a second to wipe his eyes. I could hear some people laugh in the audience.

"And as your wife..."

He looks up in surprise, assuming I was done.

"I promise that every day will be like the last. Full of love, happiness, and closeness. You not only become my husband on this day but my best friend. I promise that no matter the circumstances, I will always be honest, open, and reliable. Matteo, you're my partner in crime, and I wouldn't have it any other way."

Matter looks at me with wide eyes and a stupid grin. His eyes water up, and before he could say anything the priest decided to start talking again.

"May the Lord in his kindness strengthen the consent you have declared before the Church and graciously bring to fulfillment his blessings within you. What God has joined, let no one put asunder.

May the God of Abraham, the God of Isaac, the God of Jacob, the God who joined together our first parents in paradise, strength and bless in Christ the consent you have declared before the Church, so that what God joins together, no one may put asunder. Let us bless the lord."

"Thanks be to God."

The audience replies.

After a few songs and prayers, we continue with the wedding.

A little boy with curly hair and big green eyes saddles up to the priest presenting him with two rings. He then hurries off stage to his parents. I watch him smile, one day.

"Bless and sanctify your servants in their love, O Lord, and let these rings, a sign of their faithfulness, remind them of their love for one another. Through Christ our Lord."

"Amen"

The audience replies.

The priest proceeds to sprinkle our dings in holy waters, then presents us with the rings.

Matteo takes my ring in hand. It was very...expensive looking. A big bright round-cut diamond with marquise and pear-shaped amethyst surrounding it...in the shape of a purple flower, so creative.

"Violet, receive this ring as a sign of my love and fidelity. In the name of the Father, and of the Son, and the Holy Spirit."

I hold his ring in my hand.

"Matteo, receive this ring as a sign of my love and fidelity. In the name of the Father, and of the Son, and the Holy Spirit."

I slide a silver band onto his finger. The smooth metal wraps around his finger perfectly. Like it was always supposed to her there. My heart flutters at the thought of a long happy life with this man.

"Now let us humbly invoke God's blessing upon this bride and groom, that in his kindness he may favor with his help those on whom he has bestowed the Sacrament of Matrimony."

With the dumbest smirk, possible Matteo turns to me, I couldn't help but smile as well. We both knew what was coming next. Carefully he lifts the veil from my face.

It felt as if time slowed down, it was just the two of us. I giggled as his eyes shinned with love and that stupid grin retiring to his face once more.

"In the sight of God and these witnesses, I now pronounce you husband and wife! You may now kiss!"

With a swift movement, my newfound husband grabs me by the waist, sweeps me off my feet, and kisses me. His soft lips gently on mine as our families clap and cheer with our official union in the house of God.

He pulls away and whispers.

"Amore Mio, my love, my life, I will never let you go."

"I know you'll do me right Del Sordo, you always have."

Oh if only I knew how wrong I was. Once a naive young girl, now a hurt woman .

You, Mr. Del Sordo, Ruined my life.

And I will bring you to justice.

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[maleoventlover]

The Corner Store Case

Detective Violet York is a 27 year old African American woman living in down town Brooklyn, New York. Fresh in the the NYPD detective scene she's given her first "Rookie" assignment, a late night break in turned to homicide in Bushwich, New York. This case leads her to a life she was never supposed to witness.

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A steamy romance staring Violet York, a young African American woman starting her first case as a detective. Violet is currently engaged to Matteo Del-Sordo, the right hand man to one of the biggest mob bosses in the city, who tells his wife he’s an accountant. After a well place distraction he set up goes wrong he is forced to flee the scene with his men but his wife is assigned to this case. The deeper Violet digs into the case the more she discovers of her husbands true identity and the powers behind the cities crime. In her journey, new feelings arise as she meets a laid back spy who is trying to sweep her off her feet and lure Matteo into harms way. Unbeknownst to her it’s the childhood best friend who suddenly disappeared.

Will Violet choose her duty as a detective over her husband? How far

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Why I made this account:

Hey Guys! I’m Mal and I’ll be using the account to write stories. I’ve always likes the idea of writing a book but I don’t have the time nor the patience to sit there for hours and work on a book. So instead I decided to make this account and post bit by bit of my stories!

What do I write?:

I like to write fiction novels made with my own characters. I really like genres such as:

Supernatural

Fanstasy

Action

Romance

Sci-fi

What inspired me to start?:

As a POC consumer of fiction I’ve been highly dissapore in the lack of POC representation in the fiction I consume. When I read I will emerse myself in the book yet when I read about the characters they’re always the same Ginger or Blonde petite girl with pale skin, and similar instances for the men where the darkest description you will see is bronze.

Like where is the flavor? The spice? The diversity? So if I can’t find anything, I’ll just make my own stories with the characters I want to see in them. Tho I will be a bit biased as majority of my main characters are black women/fems.

What will you be expecting?:

A little bit of old and a little bit a new! Here’s some short descriptions of the many stories I have in my hotbar at the moment.

A Mafia lover trilogy with an African American female detective as the main character, she has three love interest through the trilogy. The New York Italian\Romanian Fiancé, the Panamanian childhood best friend who works for something bigger, and the Romanian\Qataris black market heir.

A series surrounding the Eldritch and cosmic beings who interact with normal humans. This an entire new universe built differently from ours, thus we follow a series of black fems as they interact with many other humans, humanoids, and beings beyond their imagination. Including characters of LGBTQ+ and disabled communities.

A stressed and tired black fem lawyer who falls in love with an optimistic Korean private chef. Probably my shortest story that goes from employer/employee to lovers.

And more

A/N: This is a learning process for me as I go. I want to include more diverse characters the farther I get into this journey. I will be open to suggestions for certain characters as I’m always open to new concepts.

Thank you for your time!

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