MENTALITY OF THE HEART [ An ORIGINAL FICTION]

MENTALITY OF THE HEART [ An ORIGINAL FICTION] ♣︎

Original Characters [WMBW ORIGINAL ROMANCE FICTION]

Rating: 16+

Author: Lynnetty L. Mubanga (AKA Lee (me🤭) )

SYNOPSIS: Alice Monroe, At the age of 24, found herself working at the largest psychiatric hospital in the city, where her skills and dedication were highly valued.

Despite her young age, she had earned the respect of her colleagues for her professionalism and unwavering commitment to her patients. However, not everyone was quick to acknowledge her talents. Some older male colleagues dismissed her as inexperienced, while women of all ages admired her for breaking barriers in a male-dominated field.

Though she exuded confidence and competence in her professional life, Alice's personal life was a stark contrast. With a bubbly personality and a caring nature, she often found herself struggling to maintain boundaries with her patients, especially those who appealed to her maternal instincts. This had earned her the nickname "goody-two-shoes" among her friends, a label she wore with a mixture of pride and exasperation.

On the other side of the spectrum was Alexander Dante Bianchi, a 26-year-old Italian billionaire known for his ruthless business tactics and his irresistible charm. Women swooned over him, while men envied his power and charisma.

Despite his outward image of success and confidence, Alexander harbored a dark secret that threatened to unravel his carefully constructed facade. He battled with a severe mental disorder that he kept hidden from the world, fearing the repercussions of revealing his vulnerability.

When fate brought Alice and Alexander together, it was a collision of two worlds that could not have been more different. As his newly appointed personal psychiatrist.

Despite their differences, they found themselves drawn to each other in ways they could not explain. The line between professional duty and personal temptation began to blur, leading them down a path they never expected.

Would they succumb to the fire burning between them, or would they resist the inevitable pull of their hearts?

WARNING: Mentions of mental conditions, tr

Chapter Warning: Slight trigger content.

《CONTENT》 《Series Materialist》 《Next》

Authors POV

In the sprawling metropolis of London, beneath the twinkling night sky, a picturesque scene unfolds on a grassy hilltop. Two figures find solace in each other's arms, their bodies entwined, as they surrender to the serenity of the moment.

The wind whispers gently through the air, carrying with it a sense of profound tranquility. Their eyes, brimming with a love that defies ordinary expression, convey emotions far deeper than words could ever capture.

Their story, however, is anything but ordinary. It is a tale woven with the threads of happenstance and destiny, as they met in the most unconventional manner. It was not a chance encounter amidst a bustling café or a shared glance across a crowded room. Instead, their paths intersected on a fateful day, one filled with unforeseen obstacles and unexpected twists.

Their relationship blossomed amidst this unconventional backdrop, and with every passing day, the complexity of their connection grew. They treaded through the delicate terrain of love, knowing that their future hinged on the choices they made and the paths they ventured upon.

It was not a straightforward journey, devoid of challenges or uncertainties, but rather a labyrinth where every move could potentially lead to either bliss or heartache.

Yet, despite the inherent complexity of their circumstances, they remained resolute in their commitment to one another. They understood that the road ahead would demand unwavering dedication, for their love was no ordinary love.

It was built on a foundation of trust, forged through trials and tribulations that only strengthened the bonds they shared. They were not content to simply succumb to the whims of fate; instead, they actively shaped their own destinies.

Each decision they made was weighted with immense significance. They treaded carefully, aware that a single misstep could mean the difference between eternal happiness and profound misery.

Their love was too precious to be left to chance or caprice. And so, they navigated the complexities of their lives with an astute awareness, keeping their eyes firmly fixed upon the future they so ardently desired.

As they sat atop the grassy hill, their gazes lingered on the illuminated city below. They allowed themselves a moment of calm amidst the chaos of life, finding solace in the beauty surrounding them.

The starry sky served as a reminder that even in the vast expanse of the universe, their love was unique, profound, and worth fighting for.

In that peaceful silence, with the wind as witness, they knew that their journey would be arduous, but ultimately worthwhile. Their love had weathered storms and soared amidst adversity, and with each passing day, their hearts grew stronger.

Together, they would continue to navigate the labyrinth, making the right moves, and defying the odds. For in each other's arms, they found solace, passion, and a love that would endure for all eternity.

~Two Years Earlier ~

Alice sat calmly in her chair, her gaze soft and understanding as she listened intently to her patient's recount of their troubling experiences. The patient, a young individual with a fragile demeanor, hesitantly began detailing the horrifying nightmares that had been plaguing their sleep.

As the patient spoke shakily, describing the dark room, eerie voices, and the daunting figure that haunted their dreams, Alice felt a pang of empathy for the suffering that her patient had endured. The vivid description painted a picture of sheer terror and helplessness that left a lingering sense of unease in the room.

The patient's voice quivered as they continued, revealing the physical manifestations of the nightmares - the sensation of being choked, thrown against walls, and the overwhelming terror that felt all too real. Alice could see the genuine fear etched on their face and the desperation in their eyes as they pleaded for help.

With a gentle nod, Alice urged the patient to share more about the origins of these haunting dreams. As the patient hesitatingly recounted the tragic events of their parents' brutal murder on their sixteenth birthday, tears streamed down their face, each word weighed down by the unbearable pain and sorrow they carried.

Listening to the heartbreaking account of loss and trauma, Alice felt a surge of compassion and sorrow for her patient. To witness the devastating impact of such a traumatic experience on a young soul was a heavy burden to bear, and she felt a deep-seated urge to offer comfort and support to help them navigate through the torment that reverberated through their nightmares.

In that moment, the doctor's professional facade crumbled, revealing a compassionate heart that ached for the struggles of her patient. She knew all too well the profound impact of unresolved trauma and the intricate complexities of the human mind.

As the patient's tears flowed freely, Alice extended a comforting hand, a silent gesture of solidarity and reassurance in the face of overwhelming pain.

She understood the gravity of the healing journey ahead and the importance of providing a safe space for her patient to confront their inner demons and find solace amidst the shadows of their past.

In the realm of mental health, where battles are often fought in the depths of one's psyche, Alice held onto a glimmer of hope that with time, patience, and unwavering support, her patient could gradually reclaim their sense of peace and emerge from the darkness into the light of healing.

The young psychiatrist had always been fascinated by the complexities of the human mind. It was this curiosity that led her to pursue a career in psychiatry. However, her passion for understanding mental health took a profound turn when she witnessed a heartbreaking event that changed her life forever.

The incident involved a young autistic boy who had been a victim of relentless bullying. Overwhelmed by the cruelty he faced, he tragically decided to end his own life.

The psychiatrist, who had formed a bond with the boy and was his only source of support, was left devastated by the loss. She was haunted by the thought that she could have done more to prevent the tragedy.

The experience fueled her determination to advocate for individuals with disabilities and mental health challenges. She firmly believed that everyone deserved compassion and understanding, regardless of their struggles. Her mission was to provide a safe and supportive environment for those who felt marginalized or misunderstood.

Putting her professionalism aside, she reached out to comfort a distressed patient during a therapy session. The patient, grappling with feelings of madness and trauma, found solace in the psychiatrist's reassuring words.

The psychiatrist assured her patient that experiencing post-traumatic stress disorder and schizophrenia did not define their sanity. She offered unwavering support and empathy, emphasizing that healing and recovery were possible with time and effort.

After the emotional session with her patient, the psychiatrist was summoned by the hospital director for an urgent discussion. As she prepared to address the pressing issue, her mind was already racing with thoughts of how she could continue making a positive impact in the lives of those struggling with mental health challenges.

Despite the emotional toll of her work, the psychiatrist remained steadfast in her dedication to promoting mental well-being and advocating for those in need. She knew that her calling went beyond just treating symptoms – it was about restoring hope, dignity, and resilience in every individual she encountered.

After her intense session with her patient, Dr. Monroe was called into the director's office for an urgent matter. Curiosity and a hint of nervousness gnawed at her as she hurried to the meeting. So, when she was greeted by the sight of a mysterious man seated in the office along with Mr. Brown, her heart skipped a beat.

"Ah, there you are. Please, have a seat, Dr. Reynolds," Mr. Brown's voice was composed, but there seemed to be an underlying tension in the room.

As she made her way to the chair, she couldn't shake off the feeling of being watched intently. Turning to face the man, she was taken aback by his striking appearance. His features were sharp, his gaze piercing, and his overall demeanor exuded an air of danger that both captivated and unnerved her.

His emerald green eyes seemed to penetrate her soul, while his perfectly groomed appearance hinted at a life of luxury and power. Draped in a sleek black Armani suit, with just the right amount of buttons undone, he exuded confidence and charm in equal measure.

Despite her professional demeanor, Alice couldn't help but feel a flicker of something unfamiliar stir within her at the sight of this enigmatic man. It was as if his presence alone demanded attention and respect, drawing her in even as it set off warning bells in her mind.

Unnerved by the intensity of his gaze, she quickly averted her eyes, feeling the sly smirk playing on his lips. It was a subtle gesture, yet it sent a shiver down her spine, reminding her of the hidden depths lurking beneath his alluring facade.

"Miss Monroe, I would like you to meet Mr. Alexander Dante Bianchi," Mr. Brown's introduction snapped her out of her reverie, pulling her attention back to the matter at hand.

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Miss Monroe," his voice, deep and tinged with a seductive Italian accent, rang out as he extended his hand for a handshake. The touch of his hand sent a jolt of electricity through her, leaving her momentarily flustered and off-balance.

"A pleasure to meet you too" she said, her voice coming out a little shaky.

Mr. Brown cleared his throat, his expression serious as he motioned for Alice to take a seat. Alice couldn't help but feel a sense of intrigue mixed with a hint of anxiety as she waited for him to reveal the reason for summoning her.

"Alright, here's the deal," Mr. Brown began, his voice tinged with urgency. "I have a highly sensitive task that I need your help with, and it's crucial that you keep it strictly confidential. This is strictly between you and me, understood?"

Alice nodded, her curiosity piqued. She leaned in slightly, wondering what could be so important that Mr. Brown was emphasizing secrecy to such a degree.

"It's come to my attention that Mr. Bianchi is in need of a personal doctor," Mr. Brown continued, his gaze unwavering. "And after careful consideration, I believe you are the most suitable candidate for the job. Your track record speaks for itself, and I have full confidence in your abilities."

Surprise washed over Alice as she processed the gravity of the situation. Being handpicked as a personal doctor for someone as notable as Mr. Bianchi was an unexpected turn of events. She felt a mixture of excitement and apprehension at the prospect.

"I...I've never taken on such a role before," Alice stammered, her mind racing with uncertainties. "I'm not sure if I have the necessary experience for this."

Mr. Brown's expression softened, a reassuring smile playing on his lips. "Nonsense, Alice. You are more than capable. Your dedication and expertise make you the perfect candidate for this position. Trust me, you won't disappoint."

Feeling a surge of reassurance from Mr. Brown's words, Alice mustered her resolve. She knew that this opportunity was both a challenge and an honor, and she couldn't let doubt hold her back.

"Okay, if you believe in me, then I'll give it my best shot," Alice replied, her voice steady despite her lingering doubts.

"Excellent," Mr. Brown exclaimed, his approval evident. "I have every confidence in your abilities. I'll leave you to discuss the details with Mr. Bianchi. The contract has been prepared, and everything is in place. I must dash off to a meeting now, so I'll leave you to it."

With that, Mr. Brown made his exit, leaving Alice alone with the weight of her new responsibility settling in.

Alice's POV

I couldn't help but feel a sense of unease. The director had left me alone with a man I had never met before. All I knew was that there was something about him that set him apart from the ordinary. His presence exuded an air of mystery and power that made me nervous.

Lost in my thoughts, I didn't realize he had approached me until I felt his body close behind mine. The warmth of his breath on my neck sent shivers down my spine. His voice, low and almost menacing, called out my name.

"Ms. Monroe," he said, his words tinged with a hint of a growl.

My heart raced as I nervously responded, "Uh-uhm y-yes?"

He leaned closer, his proximity making me feel both exhilarated and terrified. "Can we discuss the contract?" he asked, his voice sending a wave of electricity through me.

I struggled to regain my composure, reminding myself that I was a professional. "Oh– uh sure," I managed to reply, my voice barely above a whisper.

He finally stepped back, retreating to his seat, but the intensity of his gaze lingered in the air between us. I couldn't shake off the feeling that there was more to him than met the eye. As we delved into the details of the contract, I found myself drawn to his enigmatic presence, eager to unravel the secrets he held.

As he turned to face me, the air filled with tension. His piercing gaze met mine as he handed over the thick contract, his fingers brushing against mine ever so slightly. The weight of the situation settled in as I realized the gravity of what was being presented to me.

"Okay, let's get back to business," he began, his voice steady but commanding. "This is the contract. You can read through it while I guide you." Each word seemed to hang in the air, the silence amplifying the pressure on me to understand the terms laid out before me.

His next words cut through the stillness like a knife. "Firstly, you swear to never tell anyone about this arrangement. And also never tell anyone you know me. Do you understand?" The seriousness in his tone was unmistakable, and I nodded in silent agreement, a knot forming in my stomach.

"Good," he continued, his eyes never leaving mine. "Secondly, you are my personal doctor. Which means you are only allowed to attend to me and only me." The exclusivity of his demand left me feeling both trapped and conflicted, but I knew there was more to come.

"Thirdly," he went on, his voice unwavering, "you will have to be around me twenty-four seven in case I start to slip." The weight of his words hung heavy in the air, the implications sinking in with each passing moment.

"And fourthly," he began, his tone shifting slightly as he reached the next point, "you are to move to my house—" Before he could finish his sentence, my own voice cut him off, a tinge of defiance creeping into my tone.

"Wait a minute," I interjected, unable to conceal my disbelief. "Move in with you? Why should I do that?" The prospect of uprooting my life in such a drastic way was overwhelming, and I couldn't fathom the reasoning behind such a demand.

"You have no choice," he responded calmly, his words hanging in the air like a final verdict. "It's either you move in or I sue you. You already know way too much, so you've got to make a choice." Despite the façade of calmness he maintained, I could sense the underlying threat in his words, a stark reminder of the power he held in this situation.

"But that's not fair!" I exclaimed, abruptly standing up as my annoyance took over.

In response, the man before me didn't seem phased by my outburst. Instead, he responded with a chilling calmness that sent shivers down my spine. "I would appreciate it if you would not speak to me like that. You wouldn't like what I'd do to you," he warned, his words laced with a hint of threat. "So sit your pretty little ass down and listen like the good girl you are," he added, a slight smirk playing on his lips.

Feeling a mix of fear and uncertainty, I slowly sank back into my seat, realizing the seriousness of the situation. This man's demeanor and the underlying implications of his words made it clear that he was not to be trifled with. I couldn't afford to test his boundaries, not knowing what he was truly capable of. My usual stubbornness and boldness suddenly felt like dangerous traits, ones that could lead me into irreversible trouble.

"And besides, it's not like we are going to share a bed, so you can relax yourself," he continued, his tone mixing a strange sense of casualness with an underlying tension. "Oh, and yes, you will get off days, but that doesn't mean you have to slack off. Always be alert. I can't promise when I'd split again; it can even be now. So don't slack off. I trust you on this," he concluded, handing me a pen along with the papers that needed my signature.

As I hesitantly took the pen, my hand trembled slightly. The weight of the situation settled heavily on my shoulders as I realized the gravity of the decision before me. With a shaky hand, I signed the papers, sealing a deal that would bind me to this mysterious and somewhat intimidating man.

As I stood there, watching him leave the room, a sense of unease crept over me. His firm handshake and lingering smirk left me feeling unsettled. The details of the arrangement replayed in my mind - starting work next Monday, his number on the contract, and the suggestion that packing may not be necessary.

I couldn't shake off the feeling of uncertainty that lingered. What kind of work environment was I about to step into? Would I be prepared for whatever awaited me next week? Questions flooded my mind, and I began to doubt my decision to accept the job offer.

Despite my reservations, there was a small glimmer of excitement at the prospect of a new opportunity. I took a deep breath, trying to push aside my concerns and focus on the potential for growth and challenge that this new role could bring.

As I gathered my thoughts, I couldn't help but wonder: What have I really got myself into?

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MENTALITY OF THE HEART [ An ORIGINAL FICTION]

Original Characters [WMBW ORIGINAL ROMANCE FICTION]

Rating: 16+

Author: Lynnetty L. Mubanga (AKA Lee (me🤭) )

#MATERIALIST

SYNOPSIS: Alice Monroe, At the age of 25, found herself working at the largest psychiatric hospital in the city, where her skills and dedication were highly valued.

Despite her young age, she had earned the respect of her colleagues for her professionalism and unwavering commitment to her patients. However, not everyone was quick to acknowledge her talents. Some older male colleagues dismissed her as inexperienced, while women of all ages admired her for breaking barriers in a male-dominated field.

Though she exuded confidence and competence in her professional life, Alice's personal life was a stark contrast. With a bubbly personality and a caring nature, she often found herself struggling to maintain boundaries with her patients, especially those who appealed to her maternal instincts. This had earned her the nickname "Mother Nature" among her friends, a label she wore with a mixture of pride and exasperation.

On the other side of the spectrum was Alexander Dante Bianchi, a 29-year-old Italian billionaire known for his ruthless business tactics and his irresistible charm. Women swooned over him, while men envied his power and charisma.

Despite his outward image of success and confidence, Alexander harbored a dark secret that threatened to unravel his carefully constructed facade. He battled with a severe mental disorder that he kept hidden from the world, fearing the repercussions of revealing his vulnerability.

When fate brought Alice and Alexander together, it was a collision of two worlds that could not have been more different. As his newly appointed personal psychiatrist.

Despite their differences, they found themselves drawn to each other in ways they could not explain. The line between professional duty and personal temptation began to blur, leading them down a path they never expected.

Would they succumb to the fire burning between them, or would they resist the inevitable pull of their hearts?

CHAPTER WARNING SYMBOLS⤵️

♠︎\♤= Disturbing Trigger Content\ Mild Trigger Content

♥︎\♡= Smut\ Mild Smut

◆\◇= Extreme Violence\ Mild Violence (Anything that leads to such)

♣︎\♧= Little To No Warnings\ No Warnings (Safe)

♠︎INDEX♠︎

INTRODUCTION

CHAPTER ONE

CHAPTER TWO

CHAPTER THREE

CHAPTER FOUR

CHAPTER FIVE

CHANGER SIX

CHAPTER SEVEN

More to come...

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CALM AFTER THE STORM |BTS OT7 X READER| HYBRID AU (M)

{Chapter Thirteen – Feelings, Feelings And More Feelings}

Pairing: OT7 BTS!HYBRID X FEM!HUMAN READER

Kim Namjoon: Black Mackenzie Valley Alpha wolf

Kim Soekjin: White Alpha Lion

Min Yoongi: White Alpha Jaguar

Jung Hosoek: Alpha Snow Leopard

Park Jimin : Alpha Albino Cobra

Kim Taehyung: Alpha White/ Bleached Tiger

Jeon Jungkook: Alpha Black Panther

Reader: Heaven Valentino Human

Status: Ongoing

RATED (M) FOR MATURE

Words: 5.8K!

WARNING: EVENTUAL SMUT, BLOOD GORE, DETAILED GRAPHIC DESCRIPTION, ABUSE (ALL FORMS), PROFANITY, VIOLENCE, MENTIONS OF SUICIDE, CHARACTER DEATH(MINOR), SADOMASOCHISM ACTS, MENTIONS OF BDSM, ETC...

CHAPTER WARNING: None just enjoy the moment 😉

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MATERIALIST

Heaven's POV 

Things have been looking up and I am beyond grateful for how things have been progressing. The boys have displayed a newfound protective streak towards me. It's quite amusing because, as their protector, it's my role to shield them. However, witnessing their eagerness to safeguard me is endearing. It's a different feeling to have others watching out for you apart from your own family; there's a sense of comfort in that.

Fortunately, my recovery has been successful, and I am eager to dive back into work. There's an exciting new project with investors on the horizon that demands my full attention. Meanwhile, the boys are diligently continuing their training. With the assistance of my brothers, Uncle's men, and other trusted individuals, the boys are making remarkable progress. 

Though I try to join in their training sessions whenever possible, balancing work commitments can be quite challenging.

As I was preparing for the day ahead, a familiar knock echoed through the door. "Come in," I called out, welcoming the visitor into my space.

"Morning, Jagi," Yoongi greeted me warmly as he stepped into the room.

"Morning, sweetie," I reciprocated the greeting with a smile, appreciating the familiar presence in my surroundings.

Ever since I fell ill, Yoongi has been incredibly attentive and caring towards me. It's like he's made it his mission to always be by my side, ensuring I'm comfortable and taken care of. At times, his protectiveness is a bit overwhelming, like when he insisted on accompanying me even to the bathroom. Though I had to draw a line there, I couldn't deny the warmth I felt from his constant presence.

It was reassuring to know that he was there for me during my time of need.

One peculiar thing that Yoongi started doing was showering me with pet names, with "kitten" and "Jagi" being his favorite ones.

Whenever he affectionately referred to me by those names, I couldn't help but feel a rush of emotions, like a high school girl with a crush. There was something about the sweet and endearing nature of those pet names that never failed to make me blush and feel special.

Interestingly, I noticed that Yoongi seemed to take pleasure in seeing my reactions whenever he used those pet names. His subtle smirks and mischievous glances whenever I squirmed or blushed indicated that he found joy in teasing me, adding a playful dynamic to our interactions that I found both amusing and endearing.

As I was delicately putting on my earrings, Yoongi approached me from behind and enveloped me in a tight embrace, his arms encircling my waist. I could feel my heart rate quicken as his warm breath gently caressed the back of my neck, sending shivers down my spine.

With a deep inhale, he leaned in closer, whispering, "You smell so good," his words laden with a hint of desire.

Lately, I've noticed a peculiar behavior from the boys - they've been sniffing me every chance they get. Initially, I found it a bit strange, but I chalked it up to their hybrid instincts kicking in. Now, it's become a regular occurrence, they scent me whenever I step out alone or even inside the house.

According to them, it helps them stay calm and also acts as a warning to other hybrids that I'm already claimed by them. I already knew that, but seeing them pout every time I playfully reject their advances and hearing their repetitive explanation just adds to the amusement factor.

It's insanely adorable.

"Kitty, as much as I'd love to stay, you know I have to head to work," I explained while putting on the final touch of lip gloss.

He let out a whine near my ear, and I had to stifle a laugh to keep from giving in to his antics. It's moments like these that make me appreciate their unique ways of expressing affection. Even though their gestures might seem unusual to others, to me, it's endearing and a reminder of the special bond we share.

The boys have definitely grown much clingier, especially Yoongi. Surprisingly, I thought Yoongi wasn't too fond of physical contact, but Jungkook spilled the beans that Yoongi actually adores cuddles.

As I turn to Yoongi, our faces so close that I can feel his breath on my skin, my cheeks burn with embarrassment. There's a different kind of tension between us, a tension that I can't quite explain. It's new and exciting, but also scary.

My feelings towards the boys have shifted. Initially, I saw them purely as my family, my closest friends, my protectors. It was a bond built on trust and camaraderie. But now, things seem to be taking a turn, and I'm not sure how to navigate these uncharted waters.

What if my feelings aren't reciprocated? What if they see me as just another human trying to take advantage of them, like so many others have done in the past? I can't bear the thought of them thinking that I'm only interested in them because of their hybrid nature.

I don't want to be painted with the same brush as those who have mistreated them in the past. I genuinely care for them, not just because of what they are, but because of who they are as individuals. It's a delicate balance, trying to show them my true intentions without scaring them away.

Maybe it's time to have an honest conversation with them, to lay my cards on the table and hope that they understand where I'm coming from. I need to make it clear that my feelings towards them are genuine and pure, untainted by the prejudices that others may have towards hybrids.

I can only hope that they see me for who I am, someone who values and respects them for the incredible beings that they are. And if they feel the same way towards me, then maybe, just maybe, we can navigate this new chapter in our relationship together.

But not right now, things have to settle down before I can think of possibly going further.

I clear my throat awkwardly, feeling a mix of shyness and affection as I slightly pull away from his embrace, my hands touching his soft cheeks. I try to reassure him with a warm smile, "I'll be back soon, okay? And then we can cuddle as much as you want."

His response is a mixture of playfulness and possessiveness, with a hint of seductiveness in his voice as he hugs me tight and says, 

"Okay, but when you get back. You're mine for the rest of the night." The way he utters the word "mine" sends a shiver down my spine, it sounds so possessive and dark, awakening a fire within me. However, I quickly rationalize that he's just being protective, not wanting to share me with others and simply wanting my company for cuddles.

I push away those intense thoughts, not wanting to overanalyze his words, and respond with a smile before placing a gentle kiss on his cheek.

"Okay, I promise. I better get going, kiss the boys good morning for me," I say as I hastily grab my bag, preparing to leave.

His expression twists in slight disgust at the mention of kissing the boys. His reaction brings a chuckle to my lips before I turn and head towards the door, leaving him behind.

As I walk away, a mix of emotions swirl within me. The possessiveness in his tone lingers in my mind, making me feel both desired and slightly apprehensive.

I can't help but wonder if there's a deeper meaning behind his words, if there's a hidden passion waiting to be unleashed between us. Yet, I push aside those thoughts, focusing on the simple sweetness of our bond, the comfort of our cuddles, and the trust we share.

3rd Person POV

As the clock strikes 12:00, all the boys groggily wake up and make their way to the kitchen. Jin stretches his arms widely, Jungkook yawns loudly, and Taehyung rubs his eyes sleepily. The first thing on their minds is the absence of Heaven.

"Hey, where's Heaven today?" Jimin asks, looking around the room for any signs of her.

Yoongi clears his throat and speaks up, "She left early for work.”

Namjoon sets his tea down and announces, "Today we'll be training with Heaven's uncle, the head of the Italian Mafia." The room falls silent, the gravity of the situation sinking in.

Jimin speaks up, "Wow, that's intense. Heaven never told us much about her family. We've only been around her and her brothers and we are yet to meet her parents. I hope we don't mess this up."

Yoongi senses the tension in the air and offers some advice, "Heaven mentioned her uncle doesn't like submissive behavior. We need to show him respect, but without bowing down to him. We have to stand our ground, maintain eye contact, and show confidence."

Jin nods thoughtfully, "Got it. We'll treat him like any other person, with respect and dignity."

As they finish their late breakfast, the boys share light-hearted banter to ease their nerves. Jungkook jokes about their upcoming training session, making everyone laugh. Taehyung adds in his own witty remarks, lightening the mood.

"Today's going to be interesting," Namjoon remarks silently.

As they all gathered around the living room the Valentino Brothers walked in conversation in light banter.

Curious about the situation, Hobi decided to join the conversation and ask about the teasing. "Hey guys, what's up? What's with Dante calling Andre an old geezer?" he asked, a grin playing on his lips as he observed the dynamic between the brothers.

Dante, ever the instigator, didn't hesitate to spill the beans. "Oh, that? Well, you see, our dear older brother here is going on a date with his long-time secretary, whom he's had a crush on for ages," he revealed, a mischievous glint in his eyes as he glanced at Andre, who looked a mixture of embarrassed and pleased.

"Wow, Andre, congrats!" Namjoon exclaimed, genuinely happy for his friend. "But why the name-calling, Dante?" he prodded, eager to uncover the full story.

With a dramatic flourish, Dante leaned in and shared the juicy details. "That's because, on their first date, Andre here wants to bring her home. And not just any home—his parents' home, the meet-the-family kind of home!" he exclaimed, his laughter infectious as the gravity of Andre's bold move sank in.

The group erupted into laughter, imagining poor Andre nervously introducing his date to his family on their very first outing. The camaraderie of their friendship shining through in moments like this.

Andre felt his face turning hot with embarrassment as Dante and the rest of the guys began to tease him. He couldn't help but feel defensive as Dante mocked his outdated sense of dating. 

"What's wrong with that?!" he piped in, trying to defend his preference for traditional dating. 

Dante's teasing only intensified as he painted a humorous picture of Andre as a relic from the 1800s, choosing a wife to bear children and manage the household. The other guys joined in with laughter, clearly finding the situation amusing.

“It would be okay if you were in the 1800s and you've chosen a wife to take home, a wife who's going to bear your children and make sure the household is running smoothly like come on Andre this is the 21st century you don't do that kind of stuff we go on dates at a restaurant with candlelights if you know what that is — oh wait I forgot you're a grandpa in a soon to be 30-year-old's body," Dante taunted, relishing in his brother's discomfort. 

Andre couldn't help but chuckle at Dante's exaggerated comparisons. While he appreciated the traditional values he held dear, he also understood the need to adapt to modern dating norms. Deep down, he knew his friends were just teasing him in good fun, but it still stung a little to be the butt of their jokes.

As the banter continued, Andre realized that maybe it was time to step out of his comfort zone and embrace a more contemporary approach to dating. Perhaps he could suggest planning a group outing to a nice restaurant with candlelights, as Dante had suggested, to show that he could adapt to the times while still holding onto his beliefs.

In the end, Andre knew that his friends were just looking out for him and trying to help him loosen up a bit. Despite the initial embarrassment, he was grateful to have such a tight-knit group of guys who always had his back, even if it meant teasing him every now and then.

The group of boys burst into laughter as Namjoon manages to regain his composure first. He wipes a tear from his eye and lets out a chuckle before placing a comforting hand on his bestfriend's shoulder.

"Hey man, don't sweat it. It's not a bad idea at all, but maybe ease into it a bit. I don't think she'd be super keen on meeting your parents right off the bat, especially if it's a date and not, you know, as your secretary," Namjoon says with a grin, trying to lighten the mood.

He suggests, "How about going on the first and second date first, see how things click, and then maybe on the third date you can think about introducing her to the folks."

The boys continue to share a good laugh, with Yoongi interjecting and asking about Marcus' whereabouts. Turns out, Marcus is tied up with some business at the moment but promises to join them shortly. The group settles back into their banter, enjoying each other's company.

~Two Hours Later~

Benjamin Valentino stood in the backyard observing the boys as they got ready. His expression could only be described as sheer delight. It was clear that he was impressed by the boys' demeanor and how they held themselves with confidence in his presence.

As he watched the boys closely, a realization dawned upon him. He understood why Heaven had taken in these hybrids. There was an air of something primal and untamed about them, a wildness that seemed to exude from their very beings.

It sent a chill down his spine, a feeling that bordered on both fear and fascination.

Anticipation thrummed through him as he imagined the upcoming training session. He could already envision these boys transforming into formidable forces to be reckoned with.

They had the potential to become unstoppable, lethal warriors who commanded respect wherever they went. People would cower in their presence, not just because they were backed by Heaven, but because of the innate ability they possessed to instill fear in others.

Hybrids, often relegated to the role of mere servants or toys for humans, were looked down upon and considered inferior. But in that moment, as he observed the boys in the backyard, he saw beyond that prejudice.

These hybrids were not just creatures to be used and discarded at whim. They were powerful beings with a strength and presence that demanded attention.

Benjamin's arrival had set a chain of events in motion, leading to a potential transformation in these boys. They were on the cusp of becoming something greater, something primal and formidable. And as the man looked on, a sense of both excitement and trepidation settled within him.

What would these boys become after their training? How would they navigate a world that often looked down upon their kind?

Only time would tell, but one thing was certain – the boys were no longer just hybrids. They were on the path to becoming something extraordinary, something that would redefine how they were perceived in a world that had long underestimated their strength and potential.

When the boys finally gave him their undivided attention, Benjamin wasted no time getting down to business.

"Alright, listen up," he began, his voice carrying a gruff and rough edge that demanded respect.

"I don't need to run through the basics with you. You'll learn as you fight. In this life, especially the one you're living, with the kind of people you're interacting with, you've got to be confident, headstrong, and calculative. Fighting doesn't always involve fists and kicks; you can fight with your mind too.

So, as you train, I'll teach you how to mentally battle someone, how to manipulate them with just simple words. That's the life of being a part of the Valentino family. Understood?" The boys shouted a ‘yes Sir’ in agreement, absorbing every word with intensity.

Benjamin's eyes, though neutral in expression, maintained a sharpness that hinted at his cautious and calculating nature. As the head of the Italian Mafia, he knew trust was a luxury he couldn't afford.

His eyes remained on high alert, constantly scanning their surroundings for any potential threats. In his world, one wrong move could lead to dire consequences, and he made sure to always stay one step ahead.

Despite the intimidation that naturally emanated from him, there was an unspoken understanding among the boys that his guidance was crucial for their survival in the dangerous world they inhabited. The Valentino family was not one to be underestimated, and under Benjamin's leadership, they had thrived against all odds.

Benjamin Valentino, the formidable leader of one of the most notorious gangs in the 21st century, commanded a presence that demanded respect and instilled fear. Despite his hardened exterior and ruthless reputation, there was one thing that softened his heart - his unwavering love and protection for his nephews and nieces, particularly his niece, Heaven.

Benjamin's devotion to Heaven was unwavering, and he would move mountains for her without a second thought. This fierce loyalty was the reason he had flown all the way from Italy to train her hybrids, a testament to the lengths he would go to ensure her safety and success.

As Benjamin stood before the group, his intense gaze fell upon them as they stood in formation, ready to absorb his teachings. The boys faced off against Benjamin's men, each awaiting his wisdom on combat tactics and strategies.

"The first rule of combat goes beyond the basics you may have learned from the boys and Heaven," Benjamin's voice boomed with authority, capturing the attention of all who stood before him.

"While the three Bs - as I presume you have been taught - are crucial, remember that true mastery of combat extends beyond physical prowess. Understanding your opponent on a deeper level, predicting their moves before they make them, can be the key to victory. Observation, intuition, and psychology are your greatest allies in combat"

His words hung heavy in the air, punctuated by the gravity of his reputation and experience in the underworld. Benjamin's insight transcended mere fighting techniques; it delved into the realm of strategic thinking and psychological warfare. As he shared his wisdom with the young fighters, a sense of reverence and awe filled the training ground.

Benjamin's eyes gleamed with determination as he continued to impart his knowledge to the attentive group of boys. His voice carried authority and wisdom as he emphasized the importance of analyzing opponents before engaging in combat. He believed that this meticulous scrutiny could make one virtually unbeatable in any fight.

As he delved into the finer details of observation, Benjamin urged the boys to pay attention to every subtle movement and gesture their opponents made.

From the way they stood to the rhythm of their breathing, every detail held a clue to their strategy and weaknesses. It was a lesson in reading body language and decoding the unspoken cues that could give them the upper hand in a confrontation.

The boys listened intently, absorbing the information like sponges. They were eager to put Benjamin's teachings into practice, eager to test their newfound skills. The concept of psychology in combat was a new and intriguing one for them, and they were quick to grasp its potential impact on their fighting techniques.

To Benjamin's surprise, the boys showed remarkable progress in a short amount of time. They applied his lessons with a keen eye and a sharp focus, demonstrating an understanding beyond their years. Benjamin couldn't help but feel a sense of pride in their quick development, knowing that not everyone could grasp the intricacies of opponent analysis so swiftly.

As he watched the boys practice what they had learned, Benjamin reflected on his own journey to mastering the technique.

He remembered the hours of practice, the frustration of trial and error, and the satisfaction of finally achieving a level of skill that set him apart from others. It had taken him days of relentless effort to reach that point, and he was impressed by how effortlessly the boys seemed to pick it up.

As the training session continued, Benjamin offered guidance and feedback to help the boys refine their techniques further. He pointed out subtle nuances they might have missed, encouraged them to trust their instincts, and reminded them to always stay one step ahead of their opponents. It was a lesson in strategy, adaptability, and mental fortitude, all crucial elements in the art of combat.

As he observed the intense determination in their eyes, it became clear that there was more at play than just honing their combat skills. The way they pushed themselves beyond their limits, fueled by a fiery passion, hinted at a deeper motivation behind their relentless pursuit of improvement.

It wasn't merely a matter of learning how to fight for the sake of it; there was a fervor driving them, a burning desire that seemed to come from a place of profound significance. And as he considered the source of this unwavering dedication, one name resonated in his mind with undeniable clarity,

Heaven Valentino.

And as he locked eyes with them, he saw in each of them a reflection of his own feelings - a profound respect, admiration, and above all, a deep-seated loyalty to the woman who had ignited the spark within them all. In that moment, he knew without a doubt that their training would never be in vain.

Heaven's POV 

The project had been a massive success, and I couldn't help but feel a swell of pride as the investors congratulated me. However, it was pretty clear that their happiness stemmed from the promising financial returns that the project would bring.

On the other hand, my satisfaction lay in the impact my clothing line/hybrid awareness project would have on society.

Honestly, the stark difference in our reasons for celebrating didn't bother me in the least. As long as the cash kept flowing and my project continued to thrive, I was more than willing to navigate the murky waters of dealing with a bunch of old, miserly men.

This milestone definitely warranted a celebration, and I was itching to get back home to kick back and revel in this achievement.

With a sense of urgency, I dialed Jay's number and instructed him to have my car ready and waiting as I wrapped up things in the office.

It only felt right to let the team head home early that day and unwind after putting in tireless efforts that led to securing this deal. They had truly gone above and beyond to make this success possible, and I was immensely grateful for their hard work.

Stepping out of the company building, I breathed in the cool evening air before climbing into my waiting car. As we drove towards the city lights, I, with a sense of contentment, made a reservation at a swanky restaurant for a party of eleven.

The thought of bringing together my boys and brothers to raise a toast to this achievement filled me with joy.

Anticipation bubbled inside me as I pictured the night ahead – laughter, shared memories, and perhaps a little indulgence in fine dining and celebratory drinks. It was moments like these that made all the challenges and late nights worth it.

Tonight was not just about the success of the project, it was about acknowledging the collective effort, unwavering love and support from the peoplethat matter, and the unbreakable bond we had or are still building that had brought us to this point.

As I sat back in the comfortable leather seat of my car, watching the cityscape whiz by, I couldn't help but feel a deep sense of gratitude for where my journey had taken me. Despite the ups and downs, the setbacks and triumphs, this moment was proof that perseverance, passion, and a dedicated team could turn dreams into reality. 

I unlocked the front door and stepped inside, calling out for the boys as I usually did. But this time, there was no response. The silence that greeted me made my heart rate quicken with worry.

As I walked further into the house, I noticed that the familiar sounds of their laughter and banter were missing. The living room, usually littered with game controllers and snack wrappers, was surprisingly neat and empty. Panic started to creep in as I realized something was definitely wrong.

My mind raced with all sorts of scenarios. Were they kidnapped? Did they run away? I shook my head, trying to push away the worst-case possibilities. I had to stay calm and think logically before jumping to conclusions.

Moving into the kitchen, I half-expected to see Jin with his sleeves rolled up, whipping up one of his famous dishes while scolding Jungkook for being too eager to taste-test. But the kitchen was eerily quiet, with no trace of either of them.

I retraced my steps, checking the common rooms next but no sounds leaked out from the spaces. 

As I stood there, a million thoughts raced through my mind. Should I call the police? Should I start searching the neighborhood? Or maybe they were just out for a walk and would be back any minute now. I tried to hold on to that hope, clinging to the belief that they were safe and would return home soon.

As I rushed down the hallway towards the elevator, I spotted Mrs. Song, the cornerstone of our family's household. She had been there for me and my brothers since we were little, taking care of us when our parents were swamped with work. Her warm smile always brought a sense of comfort, and today was no exception. 

"Hey, Heaven, welcome back!" she greeted me affectionately as I slowed down to exchange pleasantries. It warmed my heart to see her, and I couldn't help but return the smile. 

"Thanks, Nana," I responded, using the familiar nickname I had bestowed upon her in my childhood days. 

Noticing the slight worry in my expression, Mrs. Song's kind eyes narrowed in concern. "You look a bit troubled, dear. What's on your mind?" she inquired gently, her maternal instincts kicking in. 

It was then that I suddenly remembered my initial mission to locate the boys. "Nana, have you seen the boys around? I didn't get my usual welcome scenting when I got here, and the house seems oddly quiet. Are they alright?" I asked, a twinge of anxiety creeping into my voice as I hoped for a reassuring answer. 

Her smile widened before erupting into a contagious bout of laughter, taking me by surprise.

"Oh, sweetheart, they've been in the backyard all day. They've been engrossed in their training since this morning. The only time they popped in was for lunch, and it's nearly evening now. Don't worry, they're safe and sound. You should go before you turn into a puddle of worry," she reassured me between chuckles. 

Relief washed over me as I realized that they were perfectly fine, albeit engrossed in their training regime. I chuckled along with Mrs. Song, feeling a bit embarrassed at my unnecessary concern. 

"Thanks, Nana. I'll go check on them now. Guess I got a bit overeager there," I admitted sheepishly, thankful for her calming presence at that moment. 

She bids me goodbye and I make my way to the backyard. 

The sliding door creaks behind me as I observe from the doorway, unable to tear my eyes away from the scene before me. It feels surreal to see them all here, working hard and determined to improve themselves.

The boys, now shirtless or wearing snug muscle vests, display a newfound strength and confidence that was absent when I first rescued them from that dark, desolate place. I can't help but admire the definition of their bodies, the way their muscles flex with each movement, and the dedication they are putting into their training.

As I watch them spar and practice their techniques, a flush of warmth spreads through me, and I have to remind myself to keep my thoughts in check. It's not just the physical transformation that catches my attention, but the resilience and spirit they exhibit in every move.

I take a deep breath, trying to dispel the distracting thoughts swirling in my mind. I can't deny the attraction I feel, but it's important to maintain a platonic boundary and not let my personal desires cloud my judgment.

With a self-deprecating chuckle, I acknowledge that maybe I do need to put myself out there more, explore new opportunities, and meet someone who can offer me the companionship I crave. It's easy to get caught up in caring for others and forget about my own needs and desires.

But for now, I'll continue to support the boys in their journey to self-improvement and growth. They have come so far, and I have a feeling that their future holds even greater potential.

As I make my way toward the group, I notice Hobi is the first to spot me. He abruptly stops what he's doing and rushes over to give me a big hug, wrapping his arms tightly around me.

"Heaven, hey! I missed you so much," he says with excitement, burying his face into the crook of my neck.

I can't help but be hyper-aware of how his body feels pressed against mine, warm and firm. The scent of his deodorant mixed with a hint of sweat creates an intoxicatingly musky aroma that pulls me in.

Trying to shake off my wandering thoughts, I mentally scold myself, "Hey sweetie, I missed you too," I reply cheerfully as he leans back slightly, beaming at me.

The other guys notice our reunion and quickly join in, surrounding us. Suddenly, I find myself in the midst of a group of incredibly attractive, partially clothed, muscular men.

My heart races at the sight, but I quickly snap myself out of any inappropriate fantasies. I remind myself that I'm just happy to be with my boys today, enjoying their company without letting my mind wander too far.

Though the temptation to get lost in the moment with these gorgeous men is strong, I focus on appreciating the bond we share as friends and what feels like family. The camaraderie, the laughter, and the support we have for each other is what truly matters to me. These moments of friendship and connection are priceless, and I'm grateful for each one.

Despite the overwhelming attractiveness I feel for them, I choose to cherish the platonic love and camaraderie we have cultivated over time. I glance around at each familiar face, feeling a surge of affection and warmth in my heart. These guys may be stunningly good-looking, but it's their personalities, their quirks, and the memories we've shared that make them truly special to me. 

The boys pull away when my uncle approaches me, his piercing gaze softening as he gets closer me. 

"Ah, my favorite niece, you're back. How was work?" His voice is warm, a stark contrast to the fearsome reputation he commands in the mafia world. I feel a rush of affection as he enfolds me in a tight embrace, his strong arms enveloping me in a sense of security.

"Work was okay, Uncle," I reply, returning his hug. I know that beneath his tough facade lies a man who adores his family and would do anything to protect them. "I hope the boys were good and have learned something from you."

His eyes gleam with pride as he speaks of them. "They are fine men, my dear. They understand the importance of respect and fear in our world. I have no doubt they will become gentlemen who will command respect and strike fear into the hearts of those who dare to oppose them."

I can't help but smile at his words, knowing that he sees the potential they carry. I look at them and spot the slight blushes gracing their cheeks, the obvious bashfulness from being complimented.

How cute. 

Despite my uncle's involvement in the criminal underworld, my uncle is a man of honor and principles, instilling values in those who look up to him.

I am reminded of the dichotomy that exists within my uncle - a hardened mob boss in the eyes of the world, but a loving and devoted family man in the privacy of his home. It is a testament to his complexity as a person, able to navigate the dangerous waters of organized crime while maintaining a sense of loyalty and compassion towards his loved ones.

And for the boys, I always knew they had potential, they just needed a little push in the right direction. And that's where I come in, guiding them and helping them reach their full potential.

"Thanks, uncle, for taking the time to train them. I know you're always so busy with work," I express my gratitude once again.

He shrugs off my thanks with a smile, "It's no trouble at all. You're like a daughter to me, I'll always make time for you."

I feel a warm sense of gratitude for having such caring and loving people in my life. Family truly is everything.

"Alright, as much as I hate to interrupt your training session, we've got somewhere to be. And I need to steal these boys and my idiot brothers too," I joke with a playful grin.

We all share a laugh as Dante protests, insisting that he's not an idiot but the smartest Valentino sibling.

My uncle gives us the go-ahead to leave, and he gathers his men to head out as well. I round up the boys, instructing them to get ready and dressed before we all head to my room to do the same.

It's moments like these, surrounded by family and friends, that make me truly appreciate the bonds we share. Working together, laughing together, and supporting each other through it all. And as we all prepare for whatever lies ahead, I can't help but feel grateful for the love and strength that surrounds me.

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Hey there, you wonderful souls! 🌟

I hope each and every one of you is doing splendidly, no matter whether it's day or night in your part of the world.

I know, I've been a bit MIA lately, but please forgive me! I've been caught up in a whirlwind of activities, not to mention diving into the world of other book projects. Sometimes, I wish there were more hours in a day!

But fear not, I haven't forgotten about our beloved characters. In fact, I felt they needed a little breather, so I decided to sprinkle in a fluffy chapter to give them some much-needed TLC. They've been through the ringer, poor dears. *cue dramatic tears and emotional music* 😅

I do hope you find this chapter as comforting and heartwarming as I intended it to be. It's all about spreading a bit of love and joy, right?

And please, don't be shy about sharing your thoughts on the story so far! Your feedback means the world to me—it's like fuel for my creative fire. Each comment, each vote, is a little spark that ignites my imagination and pushes me to weave an even more captivating tale.

Thank you, from the bottom of my quirk-filled heart, for taking the time to read and engage with the story. Your support is the wind beneath my writer's wings, carrying me to new heights of inspiration.

Sending all of you heaps of love and good vibes, whether you're starting your day with a steaming cup of coffee or winding down under a star-studded sky.

Stay awesome, stay quirky, and above all, stay you.

With all my writerly affection,

Your quirky Author-nim 📚💖

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This makes me emotional because it's so true. Never belittle yourself because someone out there is waiting for you to be their inspiration 🙌🏾🥺❤

the way I have heard so many talented fanfic writers say they started writing because they read someone else's fanfics that are so good they inspired them into becoming writers too? just proved my point that your writing is never 'in vain', even if you dislike it and think it could've been better, it's still good enough for someone out there that it becomes their source of inspiration and perhaps happiness. you'll never know.

but don't ever, ever belittle your own works. just because you don't like them, doesn't mean other people dislike them too. again, you'll never know. there could be someone out there who reread your works every day because those fics you wrote helped them escape reality for a while, they could be reading your works as a way to help get them through a hard time in their life. you'll never know.

your writing may have saved someone's life.

your writing may have inspired someone into pursuing their career and changing their life for the better.

several best selling authors started as fanfic writers, and the majority of fanfic writers started writing because they were inspired by someone's fanfics. you do the math.

your "silly fics" have permanent impact on this world, even if you think they're not good (they actually are good, I promise you, don't let your mind lie to you).

I mean ***I*** personally started writing my first fanfic about 7 years ago, and have been writing ever since, because I was inspired by my favorite fanfic writers. I still remember all the lines I like from those fics I read 7-8 years ago, I still think about those fics I read from 7-8 years ago and still remember the stories very well in my heart. I started writing because of them.

this blog would never have been created at all, if it weren't because of those fanfic writers whose works I read 7-8 years ago.

I wouldn't have so far written about 130,000 words this year alone, if it weren't because of those fanfic writers whose works I read 7-8 years ago.

to all the fanfic writers out there; your works inspired someone, your writing made a difference to someone's life.

Hi! I’m a new reader and I couldn’t find the master list for calm after the storm. Did you delete it by any chance? Or is it just my phone?

Hello!

I don't know if you are the same person but some did ask the same question.

Truth is I've been off for a while because when I switched phones I forgot my email password so I couldn't log on. It could be because I've been off for a while or maybe Tumblr might have deleted my content but I will work on it soon and post an update when I do🙏🏾♥️