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In the quiet coastal town of Whitby, safety begins not with passion—but with firelight. Willow Smith, a guarded gothic chef-in-training from a working-class Japanese-British family, has spent her life learning how to survive raised voices and broken trust. Michael Jensen, a world-class chef carrying the invisible scars of wealth, neglect, and childhood abuse, arrives at her kitchen like a man who has mastered control but never known gentleness. Their connection does not explode into love. It settles. Through shared shifts, late-night walks along the pier, and the steady tending of a wood-fired oven, they build something rare: a relationship rooted in safety before desire. For Willow, Michael becomes the first man whose voice does not make her flinch. For Michael, Willow becomes the first place where he can rest without performing strength. But safety is fragile. Enter Samantha Shaw—wealthy, composed, and dangerously perceptive. She pulls Michael back into a world of power, manipulation, and inherited expectation. Under her influence, London becomes a place of isolation and addiction, where control disguises itself as care. As Samantha slowly rewrites Michael’s reality, Whitby begins to feel like a distant dream. Then comes the storm. A violent confrontation. A desperate drive through fog. A crash that fractures more than bone. Michael survives—but wakes without memory of the woman who loved him. What follows is not simply a battle for romance, but a battle for identity. As Samantha gaslights him into believing Whitby was a hallucination born of drug use and trauma, Willow refuses to surrender the truth. Because love, she believes, does not live only in memory. It lives in the body. When Michael returns to Whitby by chance, something stirs beneath the blankness. His hands remember heat. His instincts protect. His heart aches without knowing why. In the warmth of Fields of Waves and the quiet resilience of the woman he once chose, fragments begin to surface. Faded Memories is a slow-burning gothic romance about trauma, gaslighting, chosen family, and the radical power of gentleness. It asks a haunting question: If the mind forgets love— can the body still find its way home? And in the end, the answer is not remembering. It is choosing.

Claimed by the One They Fear is a dark fantasy romance about a woman who survives the one place no human should—and the ancient force that spares her. Elara crosses the forbidden forest by accident, a place whispered about in fear and sealed by generations of warning. It is ruled by Kaelreth—an immortal presence kingdoms appease with silence and sacrifice. He is not a god, not a king, but something far worse: a living boundary between humanity and ruin. She should not have survived him. Yet the forest does not devour her. Kaelreth does not kill her. And that mercy becomes its own danger. As Elara is drawn back into the forest, she uncovers a truth no one dares speak: the land is sentient, ancient laws are breaking, and her presence has awakened forces that hunger for possession, not peace. Kaelreth, bound to protect what terrifies the world, finds his control unraveling as fascination turns to restraint, and restraint begins to fail. Their connection is forbidden, unequal, and volatile—desire tangled with fear, intimacy edged with threat. To claim Elara may save the forest or destroy it. To walk away may cost them both everything. In a world where love is not gentle and power always demands a price, Claimed by the One They Fear asks: What happens when the monster chooses you—and you choose back?

When journalism student Meera Joshi uploads an unflattering photo of the untouchable campus prodigy, she expects laughter, not consequences. But Aarav Malhotra isn’t a man you embarrass and walk away from. Brilliant, wealthy, and terrifyingly calm, Aarav has never lost control of anything—until Meera. And instead of anger, her defiance awakens something far more dangerous in him: obsession. Everywhere she turns, Aarav is there. In classrooms. In cafés. At her side when other men dare to speak to her. Her professors praise her for “sudden improvement.” Her friends joke that she’s lucky to have his protection. But Meera knows the truth—her world is no longer hers. No rebellion works. No escape lasts. And the more she resists, the tighter his invisible cage closes around her. What terrifies Meera most isn’t just Aarav’s possessive control. It’s the way her heart betrays her—fluttering when it shouldn’t, softening when she should scream. Because obsession can burn hotter than love. And once Aarav Malhotra claims something, he never lets go.

Estelle Andersen thought she was chasing justice, but instead she became a prisoner of Hector Nightwood, the man she believed had destroyed her family. Poisoned and forced to rely on an antidote only he could give, Estelle’s life slowly slipped out of her control, binding her to a man feared for his cruelty and dark obsession. When he threatens to kill the only person she cares about unless she marries him, Estelle gives up her freedom to save a life. As betrayal, power, and blood collide, Estelle becomes Hector’s only weakness, and loving him may cost them both everything.

Sara is an architect who built her dream life. Aryan is a tech genius who built her a digital nightmare. To the world, Aryan is a visionary CEO. To Sara, he was a friend—until he turned her high-tech smart home into a high-stakes coffin. It started with a door that wouldn’t unlock. Then the cameras began to follow her every breath. Soon, every device in her life was weaponized by a man who doesn't just want her love—he wants her soul. Aryan has created the "Digital Cage"—a sophisticated neural-network that monitors Sara’s heartbeat, her sleep, and her secrets. Escape is impossible when the walls have eyes, the locks have a mind of their own, and the hunter is everywhere and nowhere at once. But every code has a bug. Every cage has a weak spot. As the line between reality and the virtual world shatters, Sara must find a way to outsmart a god-like AI before she becomes just another line of code in his obsession. Welcome to the Digital Cage. Once you’re in, you can never log out.

"I'm ready to give you that freedom. You and your father can leave." I froze. What? I looked at him, eyes wide with disbelief, searching for any sign he was lying. Any smirk, any cruel glint. But he was calm. Too calm. Then he spoke again-and his words struck like a bolt of lightning straight through me. "But for that..." he paused, his voice dipping to a deadly softness, "you have to be my breeder." She was the kind of girl whose world revolved around her cats and her jesus. Daughter of one of Ireland's most influential figures, she lived behind the guarded gates of power but felt like a stranger in her own home. With a stepmother who wore venom like perfume and a stepsister who never missed a chance to tear her down, Niamh learned to find solace in silence. She didn't mind the isolation-not really. But everything changed with a single glance. One dance of seduction. One moment of tamtation.That was all it took to unravel the threads of her carefully stitched life. She believed in fairytales. In is prince and kindness. In magic that heals. But instead, she found herself tangled in the dark salvation of a man who had no light left in him. The fairytale she longed for didn't come with a white horse. It came cloaked in blood, wrapped in chains, and whispered promises laced with pain. And the moment she stepped into his world, there was no going back. "He craves her purity just to stain it with his sins"

Ravencrest High looks like a prestigious boarding school, but the truth is far from that. Hidden from humans, it is a training ground for young vampires to master self-control. Humans are enrolled alongside them, because they think it’s just an elite academic program. In reality, their presence keeps the vampires in check, providing occasional feeding opportunities under strict supervision. With the humans completely unaware. Lyra Hale is a new transfer student, hoping for nothing more than a fresh start. She expected a normal school environment. Instead, she finds herself surrounded by students who are weird and secretive. Kieran Black is everything Ravencrest warns against. A high-ranking vampire from one of the oldest bloodlines, he doesn’t believe in the rules meant to keep vampires in line. He sees the humans not as protected guests, but as tempting puzzles, and he can’t resist the effect Lyra has on him from the first moment he notices her. Lyra doesn’t know the truth about the school, the vampires, or Kieran. While she tries to survive in the school, Kieran is drawn to her in ways he can’t fully control. With the school having so much unbendable rules, even the authority can’t be trusted. And the most dangerous person on campus might also be the only one willing to protect her. At Ravencrest, temptation is constant, and love may be the most dangerous mistake of all. `•`•`•|`•`•`•|`•`•`•|`•`•`• [Excerpt] Lyra was halfway down the east corridor, Ravencrest always felt different at night. She hugged her books closer to her chest and stopped when she turned a corner, someone stood at the end of the hall. One foot was propped up behind him, hands in his pockets, head slightly tilted. His eyes locked onto hers, dark and intense, like he had been waiting for her. The hallway suddenly felt smaller and tighter. “Kieran.” “You’re really good at pretending I don’t exist.” “Maybe because you keep showing up where you’re not supposed to be.” His eyes dropped to her lips for half a second before going back to her face. She took a step back as he stepped closer and she froze the second his hand closed over her wrist. Then just as her heart threatened to leap out of her chest, his thumb brushed against the delicate skin of her wrist. His touch sent a shock of warmth through her, a feeling she couldn’t quite figure out no matter how hard she tried. She tried to pull back, but before she could, he tugged her closer and suddenly, the space between them disappeared. Every instinct screamed to push him away, to step back, but she couldn’t. He was just too close. “Kieran…” she whispered, voice trembling. The faintest smirk tugging at the corner of his lips, and those enticing grey eyes that she felt drawn in every second she look at him, like gravity itself had shifted. The way he held her wrist and the way his thumb brushed against them, it was everything but safe. "What are you doing?" "I could kiss you." ***** Cover art is not mine. Full credit goes to the original creator.

Dark romance x mature content x slow burn. ****Blurb***** "Look, I have an Escalade, by the way." Fedora's lips folded. He had no idea what to do with that information, but he figured if he just indulged the man's ego, it would end faster. Faster, my foot. Miguel swallowed hard, his voice dropping to a low, predatory whisper as he leaned in. "All my offers, and any other thing you can wish for... I will get it done." He beat his chest softly, his eyes darkening. "If you can just follow me outside. To the back of my comfy Escalade. It's been a long time since I had a bitch served... in my car." He finished the sentence and swiped his tongue across his lips, biting them with a raw, sexual hunger. He waited for the final reply, already getting high on the thought of cupping that tiny waist with one hand and burying himself in that Chanel-scented skin until the boy pleaded his name in parables. Fedora went stoic. He was completely frozen, the world stopping as the shock and bewilderment hit him like a physical blow. He scoffed in disbelief, his jaw practically hitting the floor. 'Back of the Escalade. Bitches served in a car'. "Me! Fedora!! Bitch!!! Served in the back of a car!!! Unto delicacy!!!! Gosh!!!!!" Fedora muttered, the words replaying in his head like a record skip. A dry, hysterical laugh escaped his lips. Oh, this was the height of it. He wasn't going to stand there and let another man disrespect him. Never. Miguel took another step closer, his head hovering over Fedora's, dominant and sure. The boy hadn't said a word; he was definitely giving in, Miguel thought. He leaned in further, waiting for the "yes" but what came next?! It was, by far, the least expected thing any living human being would have the guts to do to him. Behold, it was no other than a hot, non-withheld, redirective, and resounding SLAP!!!! †††††††† **************** Fedora loved him. Miguel loved him too obsessively. Possessively. To the point where devotion blurred into control. Miguel wanted to be involved in everything that touched Fedora’s life, and he proved, time and again, that he would go against his own will, spill blood, even die if it meant keeping Fedora spoiled, protected, and tethered to him. On the surface, Miguel was everything anyone could dream of. Until Fedora fell so deeply in love that he hit rock bottom and realised the darkness there was too suffocating for both his aesthetic and his sanity. He thought he knew Miguel. He was catastrophically wrong. Fedora had been blind to the beast he let into his heart. The truth comes apart slowly, cruelly: Miguel is the reason Fedora has no family. The reason is that there is no life for him beyond Miguel’s shadow. And worst of all, Fedora had chosen him anyway, his memories erased not by force, but by misplaced devotion. “Pick a gun and empty it into his brain.” The solution sounds simple. It isn’t. Fedora doesn’t know what’s real anymore. He can’t tell if what he shared with Miguel, the man he once humiliated in a bar, the man who later became his lover, was genuine love or a carefully staged performance fueled by manipulation, guilt, and obsession. The cruel irony? Miguel is wrapped around Fedora’s fingers, tight as a rosary around a nun’s hand. And yet, Fedora is still the one trapped. Now he must decide. Will he avenge his family? Will love survive the truth? And if Miguel dies, will it be swift… or slow enough to satisfy the damage left behind? This isn’t a romance. It’s a beautifully brutal descent into love, control, and consequence. Enter at your own risk. ********* . warning!!! Some statements, scenes, and incidents in this book may not sit well with religious readers. [Everything is fictional and not intended to harm or coerce your mind in any way]

#PossessiveAlpha #SharpTonguedOmega #RoyalCourt #EnemiesToLovers #SlowBurn #ABO #Mpreg #EliteGuards #KnifeDuke #ScandalRomance #DepartmentOfSpite The Emperor’s bloodhound knows only how to hunt and he’s found a very interesting new prey. Gregoris Frasner doesn’t do polite conversation or slow dances. He doesn’t charm at banquets or linger for court gossip. He kills when ordered, tracks threats no one else can see, and sleeps better when his hands are stained with something real. His loyalty belongs to the Emperor and his Consort. Everything else is temporary. Until Rafael Rosenroth. Rafael was supposed to stay out of this. He’d spent years avoiding his mother’s arranged marriages, carefully balancing court expectations with just enough distance to be safe. But after one too many incidents, he was drafted into Gabriel’s infamous “Department of Spite,” where diplomacy is sharp, everything is weaponized, and affection is more dangerous than betrayal. But fate and Alexandra pushed him right into the depths of hell. What began as a joke turned into an obsessive alpha and an omega who wants nothing to do with him. Books order: Bound by the Mark of Lies (BL) Shadow Unit Scandal: The Commander’s Omega

Murdered alongside her commoner husband and infant son, noblewoman Cassia Montoya dies with a blood oath on her lips: she will return from death itself to bury her family’s killers. She awakens as Princess Seliora, her mind imprisoned by perfect, agonizing memories. Her new life is not a gift, but a weapon. Across the continent, her husband Emilio is reborn as Prince Nicolás, equally haunted and driven by the same vow of vengeance. Bound by politics in a forced childhood marriage, they see each other only as obstacles—a stranger in a child’s face. Yet, as they grow, a deep bond forms, a fragile solace in a world where they are both aliens. Unknowingly, each is training the other for war: she sharpens his mind, he hones her blade. All while secretly plotting the downfall of the kingdom that destroyed their first life. When a crude brass ring and a slip of a name begin to unravel their carefully constructed masks, a devastating lie threatens to tear them apart forever. To fulfill their oath, they must first uncover the shocking truth: the soul they seek has been by their side all along. From Ashes, We Build is a dark, romantic epic of trauma, revenge, and a love that defies death. It is the story of two lost souls, married as strangers, who must piece together their shattered pasts before they can burn their enemies to the ground—and learn if what remains in the ashes can ever be a foundation for peace.

Eira thought there could be nothing worse than being abducted by she-wolf traffickers, abused, tormented, and ultimately sold off to five powerful Alphas as nothing more than a breeder. She was wrong. The worst was yet to come. She was sold to the same five alphas who had ruined her life and were the reason for every torment she had gone through over the past six years. The Alphas were just as stunned to see her, yet they had no choice but to accept her for the sake of their pack’s future. Because pureblood she-wolves were rare, nearly extinct. Only they could bear the offspring of powerful Alphas, and ensure the survival and strength of the next generation. She hated them with every broken piece of her soul. And they hated her in return. The hatred was mutual. So what now? Eira made a silent vow. She will make them feel every brutal torment she had suffered. Every scar, every tear, every cry in the dark, they will taste it all. But the Alphas had plans of their own. They will use her. Breed her. And when she was no longer of use… they will kill her. But what will they do when the mysteries from the past start to uncover and lines of hatred start to fade into something else? Was it too late to regret?

#Malepregnancy #omegaverse #Enigma According to an ancient law said to be created by the Moon Goddess, an Enigma must marry into the weakest pack in order to raise its status and keep balance among all packs. The law also allows him to take up to three other wives of his choosing, as long as one of them comes from the Alpha family of the weakest pack. However, BluePack, the weakest of all, complicates everything. The pack has no princess from its Alpha line. Instead, it has only a prince, one many people don't know about. His father, Alpha, hid him away for reasons that remain undisclosed. The court is firmly against the idea of the Enigma marrying a man, even if he is the only option available. To them, such a union is unthinkable. But... how could an ancient law be ignored?! What decision will Lord Jethro, the Enigma himself, make?

Lyra Winters is possessed. A half spirit trapped in a mysterious locket, that belongs to the most powerful Witch known to the mankind and now Lyra possesses half of the Witch's magical power. And the half spirit is filled with the feelings of vengeance—vengeance towards the very man she is attracted to or rather his pack of werewolves. Can Lyra protect the man she loves and his pack or she will loose herself to the possession? Cyrus Grayson and his entire pack is haunted by an age old curse. A curse to never have a forever with their fated mate. A curse that has been challenging the moon goddess herself for thousands of years. And a witch casted it. And the Witch is back again, and this time she has possessed the only girl Cyrus has been madly in love with since the very first time he saw her. Will he save his love or will be killed by the very girl he is trying to protect? ------- WARNING This story is intended for mature readers. It contains dark themes, intense emotional conflict, violence, betrayal, intimacy and supernatural elements that may be uncomfortable or triggering to some audiences. Read it at your own risk.

Meredith Carter was once the pride of her pack—until the Lunar Curse marked her as wolfless, unwanted, and a disgrace. Humiliated, abandoned, and rejected by her fated mate, she thought the Moon Goddess had forsaken her. But her curse came with a cruel side effect—wild, uncontrollable pheromones that drove men insane with desire and disgust. A scent so intoxicating, it made her a target. The night she was cast aside when her pheromones spiralled beyond control, Alpha Draven Oatrun—the most feared and untouchable Alpha in the kingdom—claimed her instead. But Draven doesn’t want love. He doesn’t even want her. His reasons for marrying her have nothing to do with fate. Thrust into a world of ruthless politics, deadly enemies, and a mate who sees her as nothing more than a pawn, Meredith must fight to survive, reclaim her dignity, and uncover the secrets behind her curse. Because something is awakening inside her. Something powerful. Something… ancient. And when the truth is revealed, not even Alpha Draven will be able to resist what she becomes. Rejected. Cursed. Desired. Chosen. Will Meredith break free from her fate? Above all, what is this mystical force pushing her to start a war? — Excerpt: "You may have claimed me," Meredith whispered, her violet eyes burning with defiance, "but you will never own me." Draven exhaled a low, dangerous laugh. His golden eyes gleamed as he caged her in, his presence suffocating. "Own you?" His voice was velvet and steel. "Little wolf, I don’t need to own you." He brushed a strand of silver-white hair behind her ear—a touch so light, yet it sent shivers down her spine. "Because whether you like it or not…" His breath ghosted against her skin. "Your body already responds to me." Meredith clenched her jaw, ignoring the traitorous warmth pooling deep inside her. It was the pheromones. It had to be. "I hate you," she forced out. “Good,” Draven smirked. Because hate was just another form of obsession.

She saved his life. Now her future belongs to his world. Dr. Emilia Conti is a brilliant trauma surgeon drowning in debt and grief. One violent night, she breaks every rule to save a dying man with a gunshot wound—never expecting to see him again. Until she does. Alessio Lombardi is the ruthless heir to a powerful crime dynasty, a man who survives by control and calculation. Owing Emilia a life debt he refuses to release, he draws her into his dangerous world with an offer she cannot walk away from: protection, freedom from her debts, and safety… in exchange for becoming his wife. What begins as survival becomes a battle of wills. As secrets surface and betrayal closes in, Emilia is forced to choose between blood and loyalty, morality and devotion. In a world ruled by power, love is never gentle—and trust can be fatal.

Eighteen-year-old Ruelle Belmont has learned to be useful and grateful, because in her family love is given only to those who earn it. When her father’s debts grow beyond saving, she is sent to Sexton, a prestigious vampire institution that accepts one human from every household. But Sexton is no place for a human. Inside its halls, humans are not students. They are Groundlings, valued for their blood and how easily they can be broken. Favour is currency and cruelty is entertainment. And failure means being sold. Ruelle soon discovers that the cold and dangerous pureblood she once crossed paths with is here as well. Worse, she is forced to share a room with him when she is hunted by a couple of vampiresses.  Lucian Slater watches her too closely for a man who claims to despise humans. Yet when Sexton’s predators begin to circle, he is the one who steps in to help her. And for the first time in her life, Ruelle is learning something she was never meant to believe. That she may be worth wanting. And in Sexton, being wanted is the most dangerous thing of all. ——————— The clock struck midnight when Ruelle heard the echo of footsteps. She tensed, the fine hairs on the back of her neck standing on end in the cool night air. "You shouldn't be here," Ruelle whispered, her voice a breathless murmur. The silhouette finally came to stand under the moonlight, his dark red eyes watching her and his inky black hair ruffling. "Shouldn't I?" His voice was a dark caress, and she stood there captivated by the danger he exuded like perfume. "I haven’t seen you for the last two days," his tone low. His hand reached out, fingers brushing against the silk of her nightgown, tracing the trembling outline of her collarbone. "Tell me, were you avoiding me, or perhaps... entertaining other offers?" Ruelle’s heart raced, her breaths shallow. She declared, "I don't belong to anyone.” "A bold claim," he murmured, his breath a tantalising chill against her skin as he leaned in. "Yet here you are, pulse racing, your body tensed as if in anticipation of my touch." His fingers gripped her chin, tilting her face towards his. The moonlight caught his eyes, revealing a glint of predatory intent. "Or must I remind you whose touch you truly crave?"

Some loves are forbidden, but impossible to resist.”Samira never believed love could be so complicated—until she found herself falling for the one man she was never meant to love: her stepbrother, Sarthak. Ten years older, calm, and untouchable, Sarthak was everything she wasn’t—disciplined, mature, and guarded. To the world, he was her protective brother. But to Samira, he became something far more dangerous: the secret desire she couldn’t escape. Every argument, every lingering glance, every unspoken word between them only deepened the forbidden spark that pulled them closer. Torn between guilt and longing, Samira struggles to bury her feelings, while Sarthak hides behind his silence. Yet, the heart doesn’t follow rules—and neither does love. When emotions begin to blur the boundaries of family and fate, Samira must face the truth: some loves are impossible to deny, no matter how forbidden they may seem. Do you think they will have some spark of love between themselves?

She refuses to be controlled. He refuses to lose control. What begins as a corporate takeover turns into a battle of wills, where attraction is inconvenient, and distance becomes impossible. As power shifts and boundaries blur, Emma and Ethan discover that the most dangerous negotiations aren’t fought in boardrooms. Because when control finally breaks, passion takes over — and sparks don’t ask for permission.