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Willow wakes in a hospital bed injured, medicated, and alone. She is informed that her life, as she understood it, ended weeks earlier. Her fiancé is there. Calm. Controlled. He explains that they broke up before the accident and that the separation was mutual. He says he remained by her side only out of decency. He is already involved with someone else, his boss’s daughter, and speaks as though this version of events has always been established fact. No one in the room challenges him. The doctors attribute Willow’s disbelief to concussion and trauma. Nurses lower their voices and repeat the same explanation with careful reassurance until it becomes official, documented, and final. Each repetition strips away her certainty, replacing memory with doubt. When Willow looks to the one person who could contradict him, she finds no relief. Her fiancé’s closest friend, a man who has never hidden his dislike for her, says nothing. He offers a brief nod that confirms the narrative without words. With that single gesture, the past is closed. Every detail they present contradicts what Willow knows she lived. Weeks have been erased. Conversations have been rewritten. A relationship has been reassigned without her consent. If she resists, she will be labeled unstable, emotional, and unreliable. She will be the only one insisting that reality has been altered. So Willow stays silent. Within that silence, something colder begins to take shape. She begins to question why her fiancé needed the past rewritten at a moment when she cannot safely object. She begins to wonder why his closest friend chose this precise moment to agree. She begins to realize that decisions were made about her while she lay unconscious and defenseless. The Quietest Knife is a dark psychological romance centered on gaslighting, betrayal, and power disguised as care. It follows a slow, deliberate descent into manipulation, control, and revenge, where harm is inflicted quietly and authority wears the mask of concern. This is not a story about forgetting. It is a story about being rewritten calmly, professionally, and without resistance.

In a world where blood seals pacts and shadows remember, Elena makes a deal with a demon—Anatole. But when she refuses to give him what she promised, a curse is born. Her daughter, Amara, is hidden deep within an enchanted forest, watched in her dreams by a chained demon and stalked by a raven with a torn soul. Raised by whispers and witchcraft, Amara learns that desire and terror wear the same face. When Anatole escapes, he is no longer just a threat—he is obsession, hunger, and beauty made flesh. Drawn to each other by fate and fire, their love becomes a dangerous game of seduction, betrayal, and rebirth. A choice must be made: power or sacrifice. This is not a story of good and evil. It’s about women who burn, demons who bleed, and a love that tears through centuries. "When demons bleed and witches cry" is a gothic fairytale where the very thing that destroys you might also be the one that sets you free.

The life of the underworld was something Ashley had dreamed of escaping all her life. Born as a bastard from an affair between an underworld kingpin and a prostitute, Ashley was meant to die even before she was born. The only reason she survived was that her father thought she was a boy. From a young age, she understood that if she wanted to survive in this world of violence—on top of her father’s wife and daughter’s schemes—she had to be useful. So, she made herself a promise: one day, she would escape this world. Ashley almost succeeded… until her father found her again and thrust her into a marriage of convenience with his rival, Dominion, in his beloved daughter’s place. Everyone in the underworld knew Dominion. They were cruel, organized, and simply spawns of evil. And the man who stood above that power, Luciano, was said to be downright diabolical. Just their name alone could make anyone tremble. And this organization was where Ashley now had to survive. To make matters worse, the marriage also came with a child — Luciano’s mute heir. Forced to become the wife of one of the most violent and powerful underworld organizations, and the mother of its future leader, Ashley made a vow. “No matter what, I’ll escape this place!” But she would soon realize it wouldn’t be as simple as that. Not when the feared members of Dominion clung to her feet, begging, “Madam, don’t go!” And when the mute stepson finally spoke, “Mommy, if you’re leaving, please take me with you.” Finally, her diabolical, obsessive, and utterly territorial husband said, “I’ve packed our things. Where should we go?”

Five years ago, Selena’s world ended in humiliation and betrayal. Branded unworthy and cast aside, she disappeared without defending herself ,without revealing the truth. Now she is Ivanna Moreau. Stronger. Untouchable. Successful. When fate brings her back into the orbit of Adrian Laurent ,the powerful chairman who once let her walk away ,she has only one goal: protect the life she rebuilt and the two children who mean everything to her. But proximity is dangerous. Because Adrian isn’t the cold man she left behind. He is sharper. More observant. And disturbingly drawn to the mysterious woman who refuses to submit to him. As buried emotions resurface and silent glances turn into undeniable tension, old wounds reopen. Secrets tighten like a noose. And the past begins creeping into the present in ways neither of them can control. Ivanna swore she would never fall again. Adrian swore he would never regret. They were both wrong. Because some loves don’t die when they are buried. They wait. And when they rise again… they demand everything.

Yvette Swan grew up believing she was the daughter of a powerful mafia family. But after the real heiress returned, everything changed. Once adored, she became nothing more than a tolerated mistake. Still, one person remained on her side. Her older brother Nathan. Until the night she woke up beside his corpse. Framed for his murder with the dagger her father had once gifted her, Yvette is dragged into the Swan family's torture chamber. Her father watches coldly as her nails are ripped out. Her fiancé kisses her sister while she screams. And the family she once loved condemns her to death without hesitation. Her last thought is a vow. If she ever gets another chance, she will make them all pay. But fate has other plans. Rescued from the brink of death, Yvette awakens in the mansion of the powerful Quinn family. Their missing daughter, Isabelle, has vanished without a trace. And Yvette looks exactly like her. With a new name, a new family, and a powerful fiancé waiting for a political marriage, Yvette sees her chance. The soft girl died in the torture chamber. Now she will rise as Isabelle Quinn. And when she returns, the Swans will learn exactly what kind of monster they created.

Alternative Title: Villain's Saviour, Game Over Again Lin Ji’an, a modern master chef, never expected to wake up inside a dog-blood BL cultivation novel. Worse, she transmigrated into the role of the "vicious cannon fodder", the crossdressing Third Young Master destined to humiliate the future Villain and die a miserable death by his hand. Her mission? Simple. Feed the starving slave boy and the future villain, Xie Wangchen, fix his broken body, and make sure his "Blackening Value" doesn't hit 100% and destroy the world. She beats up the arrogant Heir, face-slaps the evil Stepmother, and cooks her way into the Villain’s heart, purely to survive, of course! But as they head to the Celestial Sword Sect, Lin Ji’an realises something is wrong. She thought she was raising a cute, obedient little brother. She thought she was just a "straight bro" helping him out. She thought the main plot’s protagonists would chase the original MC. So why is the Villain looking at her with eyes darker than the abyss? Why is he threatening to cripple anyone who smiles at her? And why are the original male leads suddenly lining up to taste her cooking? Lin Ji’an: "I’m just here to cook and survive! I’m straight! And I’m a girl!" Xie Wangchen, who was sharpening his sword, looked up with a smirk tugging in the corner of his lips, "Luggage? No. You are my world. And I never let go of what is mine."

“Do not expect a husband, Woman. I have no room in my chest for a heart– only the King’s law.” I flinched, my eyes filling with fresh tears at the cruelty of his words. "My Lord, I only-" “Be silent,” he spat, not even looking at me. "You are no wife. Only a burden I must now carry across the kingdom.” He gripped my upper arm with a painful force, his strength bruising and indifferent, as he dragged me toward the towering, battle-scarred warhorse. “If you have any dignity left in you, stay downwind and out of my sight. Looking at you is a chore I no longer wish to endure."

Emperor Kassian is not a man; he is a nightmare fueled by fire. Cursed by the "Eternal Ember," his blood boils with a scorching heat that drives him to madness. To keep his sanity, he slaughters. To cool his burning veins, he destroys. For years, the Red Tyrant hasn't slept a single night, his mind teetering on the edge of total collapse. Vera is a street-smart thief who knows only one rule: steal to survive. When she breaks into the Imperial Palace, she expects to leave with a bag full of gold. Instead, she stumbles into the Emperor’s forbidden chamber and finds herself face-to-face with the monster himself. But just as death seems inevitable, a single drop of Vera’s blood falls, and the impossible happens. The scent of her blood doesn't drive him to kill; it calms him. Her touch doesn't burn; it freezes. Due to a mysterious artifact she swallowed as a child, Vera is the only living antidote to Kassian’s curse. For the first time, the Tyrant sleeps—but only if she is in his arms. Now, Vera is no longer a thief but a prisoner in the Emperor’s bed. She is his medicine, his obsession, and his only lifeline. Trapped in a palace full of enemies who want her dead and a monster who craves her very essence, Vera must find a way to escape. But as Kassian’s hunger turns from blood to desire, she realizes that the safest place in the kingdom might be the most dangerous place of all: the Tyrant's embrace.

[Warning: Mature Content] In the world of magic, amidst various species, there existed the Lumens. They were highly coveted for their blood and their extraordinary powers. ​ Amongst them was a Lumen Princess named Evelyn, an ethereal beauty, who lived her entire life believing she was weak and powerless. Abandoned by her father, abused by her stepmother & tormented by her brother, she never knew love. Shunned by society, she spent her entire life as a caged bird. ​But things start to change when Evelyn is sent to the infamous Blood Moon Academy on her eighteenth birthday, under the guise of completing her further education. ​The twist? The academy is situated in a kingdom of vampires. Terrified to be a walking delicacy amongst the creatures of the night, all it took was one fateful encounter to meet the most powerful predator alive—the crown prince of Versailles, Ivan Ignia De Ashen. He was drop-dead gorgeous and considered to be the epitome of perfection. He appeared as cold as ice, but was a raging inferno within, ready to burn anyone who dared to step into his breathing space. ​He warns her to stay away, but fate has its own plan. What will she do when he decides to claim her as his? ​Thrown together in a royal gothic academy full of power-hungry nobles, twisted professors, and more secrets than spellbooks, what truth will they uncover about their bloodlines and their past? ​ With enemies lurking in the shadows and ancient darkness threatening to rise again, what happens when the secrets about them begin to unravel? Excerpt- He finally moved his sinful lips and said "Hm, I'll help you catch up with your studies" he said, pausing for a moment before continuing "I don't usually do this....help, I mean. But since your progress also affects me, that's the only reason I'll help you this time." "Though, Princess, there are a couple of things I need you to keep in mind, before we move forward." When she nodded he continued, "I don't like wasting time. So when I call, you come. I don't appreciate anyone being intrusive about my matters, so I'd prefer if you keep any curious thoughts to yourself." "And lastly..," He leaned in slightly, maintaining steady eye contact with her. His voice dropped to a low, almost warning tone. "Don't fall in love with me. I don't do love. And the minute I find you show any signs of clinginess… that's when you'll pay the price." ..... "My payment would be…your blood." His eyes suddenly turned serious as he continued, "You shall never offer your blood to anyone else throughout your academic years...meaning you will never serve anyone else." Eve stood stunned, her breath caught in her throat as she waited for him to finish. Then he leaned in, his lips barely an inch from hers, and whispered, "Except me." The only word that kept echoing in her mind was 'blood'....and she could see she was becoming something rare in his eyes. A delicacy reserved for the devil himself. The book cover is mine, don't use it!

June Henderson has terrible luck in men. This includes both relationships and apparently, bosses too. As the Executive Assistant to one of NYC most prominent divorce lawyers and eligible bachelor, she has seen her fair, bitter share of the endings of most marriages and wants no part in relationships of her own. So enter her boss, Malachi Henderson. Brooding. Annoying. And insufferably charming. As someone who also takes marriage as a cautionary tale, he needs to pretend he's in a serious relationship to sate the appetite of his parents. He has an offer for June. He needs a girlfriend for the duration of one wedding only. Can three weeks be just enough time to fall in love?

(Warning: Mature Content) Rose is a simple peasant girl, content with her quiet life in the countryside. In a week, she will marry her childhood friend—the love of her life. Everything seems perfect. Unfortunately, her happiness is shattered when she catches the eye of the crown prince, a man who will stop at nothing to claim her. She is adamant and refuses his advances putting her father’s life in danger. Desperate to protect her family, Rose makes the ultimate sacrifice. She agrees to the prince’s demands, leaving behind her loved ones to live in the castle as nothing more than his plaything. His whore. Will she ever satisfy his desires enough for him to set her free? In a world where power crushes love, can Rose find a way to reclaim her life or will she be lost to Caius’s control forever? THIS AN 18+ NOVEL THAT INCLUDES VIOLENCE AND MATURE THEMES. READ WITH CAUTION.

Warning Mature content - Rated 18+ I was born cursed—an omega in a world that worships strength. My pack despises me. My stepmother and stepsister humiliate me. The only one who’s ever shown me love is my father… but even his power couldn’t stop the treaty that bound me to enemy territory. To survive, I must attend Noctos Dominium Academy, a prestigious school ruled by the most dangerous pack in the region. And at its heart is him— Damien Blackwood, the enemy Alpha’s son. Cold. Ruthless. Tattooed sin wrapped in grey eyes that burn with violence. On my first day, he pulled me out of my car, slammed me against the hood, and promised he’d break me. I should hate him. And I do. But hatred has a taste, a burn in the veins that feels too much like desire. And no matter how much I fight it, his presence sparks something I can’t control. As tensions rise between our packs, more threats surface—hidden enemies, dark secrets, and shadows that want me dead. Three new boys enter my life: Kieran Vale – the golden rebel with a sharp tongue and dangerous smile. Flirtatious, reckless, yet with secrets buried deep. Malakai Draven – quiet, haunting, a genius with a tragic past. His intensity draws me in even when I try to resist. Lucien Thalor – A cold, mysterious prince with silver eyes and hidden depths. Each of them offers a different kind of danger, a different kind of temptation. Yet all roads lead back to Damien—the one I should never want, the one who embodies everything I was raised to despise. Trapped between duty and desire, love and hate, betrayal and loyalty, and an unknown enemy threatening the lands, I have to decide: Will I burn for the enemy Alpha, or will his hatred consume me whole? This isn’t just school. This is war. And I am the prize at the center of it all

…Queen Shala stood before the mirror in a hurry, fingers fumbling with her jewelry, brushing soft color on her lips, slipping into a light robe that hugged her curves just right. She had to leave soon, meet Ban in the quiet woods where no eyes could follow. Heart racing with that secret pull, she didn’t hear the door open. Strong arms wrapped around her from behind, familiar yet… different. The king—her husband—pressed close, lips brushing her neck slow and hot. “Where are you going so fast, my love?” he whispered, voice deeper than usual, hands already sliding under the robe, finding skin warm and ready. She froze for a second, feeling the change—his touch bolder, hungrier, like fire instead of gentle warmth. But something enchanted pulled her in. She could tell this was not her husband maybe a doppelgänger but the enchantment made her lean back against him, breath catching. His fingers undid ties quick, robe falling open, palms cupping her breasts, thumbs teasing peaks until she gasped soft. He turned her, kissed her deep and long, tongue claiming, body pressing hard—his manhood thick and pulsing against her thigh. Before she knew it, he lifted her onto the dressing table, jewelry scattering,.. Kia, the mischievous Cupid who shot a forbidden arrow at Queen Shala and rival general Ban—sparking a passion that could unravel kingdoms—is racing to stop it all. No reverse arrow exists, so he dives into the mortal world himself: shapeshifting, enchanting, slipping into intimate moments to pull her focus away from Ban. He has to forbid their growing love, avoid a possible disaster that looms if it burns too bright. But demons like the twisted illusionist Molik scheme to ruin his plans, angels watch wary from above, and true desire fights back harder than any spell. Can Kia save his reputation and keep the chaos from exploding… or will he get tangled in the very heat he’s trying to cool?

“I’m terribly sorry my champagne found your face so magnetic, Captain.” Theodore Ashford does not get angry. No — he smiles. Slow. Amused. Dangerous. “No apology necessary, Lady Cruelton. In fact, I insist you join us for dinner next week. I find you… fascinating.” — Beatrice Whitmore died once already. She wakes up inside a 1940s romance novel — not as the heroine, but as the infamous purple-haired villainess destined for scandal, disgrace, and an early grave. Everyone hates Lady Cruelton. Which is perfect. Because survival comes with rules. A mysterious System rewards her with Hatred Points for humiliation, social ruin, and expertly executed cruelty. The more she’s despised, the longer she lives. Reform is fatal. Kindness is suicide. Being terrible should be easy. Until Captain Theodore Ashford — decorated war hero, heir to an estate as vast as his ego — refuses to despise her. Immune to her schemes, unfazed by her insults, he watches her with knowing amusement… as if he sees through every calculated performance. Faking her death was supposed to secure her escape from the plot. Instead, his attention drags her deeper into it. Now Beatrice must outmaneuver gossip, rewrite a story determined to destroy her, and earn enough Hatred Points to survive — without falling for the only man who doesn’t hate her. Because in a world where love is the true death sentence for a villainess… Cruelty might be her only way out.

Amara Wells knows she should keep her distance. Working for Dante Blackwood, the brilliant and intimidating billionaire CEO, should be about professionalism—but every interaction tempts her closer to a line she’s not ready to cross. Dante is sharp, controlling, and utterly captivating. Every glance, every command, every lingering touch pulls her deeper into his world of power and privilege. The temptation is irresistible—but surrendering to it could cost her everything she’s worked for… and more.

Elena Cruz thought she was taking a simple shortcut—until a scream in an abandoned Chicago warehouse dragged her into a world of blood, power, and terror. She witnessed a murder she wasn’t meant to see, and now Dante Moretti—the city’s most feared and mysterious figure—has her in his sights. He offers her a choice: submit to his protection and survive, or resist and face enemies who won’t hesitate to destroy her. But trusting a man whose reputation is built on fear might be the deadliest decision of all. A dark, gripping tale of danger, desire, and the fine line between predator and protector.

Adele de Frostfang, born a princess and a Luna by blood, she was never meant to be invisible. Yet at twenty-two, she remains unmated, powerless, and whispered about behind gilded doors. Her childhood spent in hospitals left her sheltered and naïve, while her younger sister shines effortlessly in the spotlight of society. In a world ruled by packs, power, and bonds, a Luna without a mate is seen as incomplete—and disposable. Tired of pity and ridicule, she makes a reckless decision: if fate will not give her a mate, she will choose one herself. She decides to learn the ways of high-circle from a rogue, what begins as lessons in confidence, society, and adulthood slowly turns into something deeper. But secrets cannot stay buried forever. This is a modern werewolf romance about choice, growth, forbidden bonds, and a no-mate Luna who dares to write her fate.

The Mafia’s Contract Bride One deal. One dangerous mafia king. One girl hiding a secret. Zoya only wanted protection for one year. But she never expected to marry Armaan Khan — the most feared mafia king in the city. For him, it was just a contract. No love. No emotions. Just a deal. But the moment someone else looks at his wife… Jealousy begins. And Armaan Khan doesn’t share what belongs to him. What started as a contract marriage soon turns into a dangerous game of power, jealousy, and unexpected love. But Zoya is hiding a truth that could destroy everything. And when the truth comes out… Even the Mafia King might lose the only girl he never meant to love.

WARNING: MATURE CONTENT!! Bullied, unwanted and neglected all her life, Theodora thought only one thing could make her regain her honour - Win the blood Tournament and Gain her father's favour as his heir. But things don't go as planned. Instead, her father rewards her victory with a sentence far worse than death: Betrothal to Cain Pendragon, the ruthless Dark Alpha King whose names alone makes the whole realm tremble. Refusing to become a pawn in a monster's game, Theo disappears. Her refuge is Gravemont Academy - an elite all- male training academy where the weak is trampled upon, and heirs are forged into Kings. With the help of her best friend, Eric, whom she is hopelessly in love with, she disguises herself as her cousin and Joins the Academy. The intention was to lay low, but not when she was paired with a Dark-eyed roommate, Hezekiah Pendragon, the son of Cain and Eric's big brother. He reeks of sin and violence, with a lethal promise in his gaze. And of course, Sylas Veylor - her Homeroom professor with piercing blue eyes, with a deadly calm and shadows darker than anyone could decipher. Now, she's stuck between the both of them, trying to hide not just her secret identity but an even darker secret of hers that could shatter bloodlines, ignite war, and without a doubt, change the fate of the werewolf realm! And the Dark Alpha is closer than she thinks. Much closer. Excerpt from the book: Zeke's voice dropped to barely a whisper. "You think your heart belongs to Eric…" His thumb brushed the edge of her pillow, so close to her cheek his knuckles grazed her breath, "…but your heart hasn't met me properly yet," Theo's throat bobbed. "I'm not giving you up, Hellcat. Not tonight. Not tomorrow. Not until you look at me, really look at me, and your heart says my name," Her lips parted, and a shaky breath escaped. Zeke straightened slightly but he didn't step back, "I won't touch you without permission anymore, and I won't force anything," He swallowed hard, his eyes burning with a lethal promise, "But mark my words Hellcat, the day I catch you staring at me the same way you look at Eric, or i sniff a whisper of my name in your mind, I will let loose and god helps anyone who gets in my way," He exhaled softly. "And trust me, Hellcat…" His orange eyes glowed faintly, his wolf shimmering beneath the surface, "…you will," Another Excerpt from the book: Something fluttered in her chest and she slowly looked up at him with trembling eyes. Sylas looked back at her, "I've never wanted anything more. I know I'm older—far older," he said, his voice low and steady, like he was confessing a sin he had no intention of repenting for, "but that changes nothing for me." Theo's heartbeat stuttered again. Sylas took one step and faced her properly, "When I'm with you," he continued, "The chaos stops. The noise stops and the world stops trying to tear itself apart," His eyes stared into hers, open and unflinchingly honest, "You are the first thing in a very long time that doesn't feel like a war," Theo's breath hitched, and his voice deepened with a quiet tremor beneath the calm, "Do you know what that means for a man like me?" Her throat tightened and she shook her head. "It means I'm already ruined," ✅Steamy ✅Werewolf ✅Enemies To Lovers ✅Forbidden Romance ✅Love Triangle ✅Strong Female Lead ✅Secrets ✅Smut ✅Dark Academia ✅Forced Proximity ✅Twists at Every Turn ✅Mafia You can also read my Other books... His Majesty's Bride ( Highly Recommended) Enchantment of the Night - Get ready to be mindblown.

Three years ago, the Zahryssar Empire saved the Northern Kingdom of Thalryn from absolute annihilation. In gratitude—and desperation—Duke Veyrhold of Thalryn swore a vow to the Coiled Throne: he would send a bride to the Serpent Emperor. But gratitude soon turned to fear. The ruler of Zahryssar, Zeramet Karash, Prime Alpha of a bloodline, was rumored to be a monster—the Serpent King who wiped out his own bloodline, a ruler no consort had ever survived, and a sovereign who could erase a person’s very identity. No omega stepped forward and the promise remained unfulfilled. Until Zahryssar demanded payment. “If I could save your kingdom,” the Emperor declared, “I can erase it just as easily.” With war threatening once more and innocent lives at stake, the Duke made a final choice to send his own omega daughter—only to be refused by her; she chose death over being sent to a monster. And then, his son stepped forward. Levin Veyrhold, Alpha heir of House Veyrhold—warrior, future heir of Veyrhold—offered himself instead. No Omega could survive the Serpent Emperor… but perhaps an Alpha could. In a world where vows are law, power is biology, and love is the most dangerous defiance of all, can Levin Veyrhold survive the serpent emperor?