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Content Warning: Contains mature themes that may be unsuitable for underaged readers. Excerpt Ragnar finally looked up. His eyes roamed her face, then dropped lower and lingered just a second too long. “Careful, princess. Keep taunting me like that and I’ll start thinking you like our nightly sparring.” “And if I did?” Her voice was soft now. Almost playful. “Would you stop pretending that you don't like it when I challenge you?” He rose from his seat slowly until he stood toe to toe with her. “Tell me something, Circe.” She tilted her chin up. “What?” “If I kissed you right now… Would you slap me, stab me, or kiss me back?” Her breath hitched. “That depends.” “On?” “How good the kiss is.” A pause. Something hummed between them, something neither of them dared name. Ragnar’s gaze dropped to her mouth. “Do you want me to find out?” She smiled, slow and wicked. “Make it worth the risk.” **** She was forced to marry the man who led the attack on her people. After her father is murdered, Circe is forced to leave her home and become a prisoner of the enemy. When she is taken to the enemy territory, she expects to be tortured physically in every way imaginable. But what she hadn't expected was for the vampire king to offer her up as a bride to his illegitimate son, the very same man that had her people slaughtered. It was a fate worse than torture. With her little brother's life on the line and with nowhere to run, Circe is forced to succumb to her fate. Right then she vowed in the name of her dead father to bring her husband to his knees. She would have her revenge, even if it meant destroying herself in the process. From the first time Prince Ragnar laid eyes on Circe, he knew she was going to be trouble. But trouble had never looked so intriguing. She was a puzzle he couldn't solve and that fact only drew him closer. Like a moth to a flame, she threatened to consume him. She would be his very own demise. Circe's presence in Lamora awoke something sinister, a malicious entity roaming the lands. From dusk till dawn, the streets of Lamora becomes engulfed in a strange fog and from within the voice of a woman can be heard. Anyone who wanders out at night when the fog comes, vanishes seemingly without a trace. Never to be found again. what happens when Circe's brother becomes a victim of this evil presence? What happens when Circe has no other choice but to team up with her husband, who she despises, in order to find the truth behind the disappearances and the evil magic plaguing their lands.

“Gözlərin—Your Touch crossed beyond my Flesh—even drawing the MaRRow.... from my Bones — left wounds that could UnDo me…” Existence becomes a crisis. When my own identity deceives me, when someone else’s presence steals the breath meant to be mine— that is when it becomes me… and him. Each nerve of my body move only by some inner command, humanity itself feels...as though it fades into nothing. My Everything becomes his. And I… dissolve. But.. The moment someone else enters his life… My selfhood, my belonging — all of it feels like a lie. "Sevgilim… you killed your deer—it trusted you enough to die in your hands." A LoVe StoRY with No HEART...

The once renowned Seoul Philharmonic Symphony is in distress and losing musicians before Seo Jaemin, an unknown beta conductor with a murky past, steps in to help them rebuild their glory together with his career in the cutthroat, alpha-dominated world of classical music. As First Chair, the commanding alpha Kang Do-hyun resists the new leadership, refusing to submit to a beta, although he notices himself being drawn to Jaemin, a pull he can’t explain. But Jaemin is hiding a secret that would shatter his fragile professional facade: he's not a beta at all, but an omega, whose scent is now a painful echo of a failed bond—a betrayal that haunts his every move. When Do-hyun discovers Jaemin’s true nature, his unexplained attraction spirals into a fierce, protective obsession. Consumed by an alpha's fury for the one who broke Jaemin, Do-hyun must decide if he can truly save the omega he’s dying to claim. ----- [Excerpt] Jaemin’s hair was a mess of soft, dark honey curls, his clothes from the concert rumpled and clinging to his slender frame. Do-hyun hadn’t dared to undress him. After the omega had fallen asleep, the floral scent had flared, unleashed from the tight grip Jaemin kept on it when he was conscious. Barely a minute later, Do-hyun had to rally every ounce of self-control from within to extract himself from the bed and stumble out of the room, before his alpha instincts could take over and greedily claim everything that was being offered freely to him. Now, Jaemin stood swaying slightly in front of him, his amber eyes half-lidded, a hazy, dreamy glaze coating them like a thin film. His cheeks were flushed a soft rose, and his mouth, a little open, seemed to be waiting for something. "Jaemin," Do-hyun managed, his voice thick and low. "Are you okay? Do you need something? You can't be walking around like this." Jaemin didn't seem to hear him. He took another step forward, and his scent slammed into Do-hyun’s senses, shredding through his safety shield of medicated eucalyptus—the intoxicating cherry blossoms, now so strong they stung his eyes. Lifting a hand to Do-hyun’s chest, Jaemin looked up at him, head tilted, hazy eyes searching Do-hyun’s face as if looking for something in the depths of his soul. Then he spoke, the single word a soft, breathless whisper: "Alpha."

"Money can buy everything, but not one's soul and self-respect."Aryan Mehra – a name that has become a household name in the entire corporate world.He trembles. He's handsome, a billionaire, but he has a heart of stone. Relationships are just a business deal for him. He hates losing, and the word "sorry" isn't in his dictionary. On the other side is Ananya – from a middle-class familyA girl who lacks wealth but possesses principles. She is as beautiful as she is fearless.The story takes a turn when the two clash on a stormy night. Ananya shatters Aryan's ego in front of everyone. Aryan, who has always had everything under his belt, cannot tolerate this humiliation. He decides that he He will make Ananya bow down with his 'intimidation' and 'wealth'.But look at the twist in fate! The very next day, the owner of the company where Ananya goes for an interview turns out to be none other than Aryan Mehra. What will happen when the fire of hatred slowly turns into passion?Will Aryan be able to break Ananya's self-respect, or will he himself fall in love with Ananya's simplicity?This is a story of betrayal, revenge and a stubbornness that the world calls 'love

​OFFICIAL CONTENT ADVISORY ​ATTENTION: Clause 4: Total Submission is a high-intensity Dark Romance that contains graphic themes and psychological dynamics that may be triggering or offensive to some readers. DISCLAIMER: The actions and behaviors depicted in this fictional work are for narrative purposes only and do not reflect the author's real-world views on healthy relationships. This is a work of fiction intended for MATURE ADULTS (18+) who understand the tropes of the Dark Romance genre. "I don't pay for your consent, Sloane. I pay for your silence." ​Vane Sterling is a god of ruin. In the glass-and-steel cathedral of Sterling-Vance, he doesn’t just trade stocks; he trades souls. He is a man who finds "unearned hope" offensive and views human emotion as a market volatility that must be liquidated. ​Sloane is his most efficient asset. She is the ghost in his machine, the woman who kneels in the shadows of his mahogany altar while he destroys empires over the speakerphone. ​She isn't there for the paycheck. She is there because Vane Sterling owns the machines that keep her mother’s heart beating. Every breath her mother takes is a line item on Vane’s ledger—a debt that Sloane can only pay in compliance. ​The Terms of the Audit: •​The Body: A vessel for his stress. Total physical regulatory access, at his discretion, without exception. •​The Mind: Complete compartmentalization. To feel is to breach. To cry is to fail. ​•The Penalty: Every second of hesitation adds an hour to her term. Every flinch adds a day. ​With twenty-seven days left until her "freedom," Vane has decided that the contract is too lenient. He doesn't just want her service anymore; he wants to see the exact moment her spirit breaks. He wants to hunt the woman behind the mask and watch her realize that even when the twenty-seven days are over... ​He will never let his favorite plaything go. ​“You think you’re counting down the days to your escape, Sloane. But you aren’t running toward the exit. You’re just running deeper into the cage.” Reader Discretion is Strongly Advised. If you are looking for a traditional "sweet" romance, this is not the book for you. If you enjoy the thrill of the storm, welcome to the sixty-first floor.

I, Nate Cole, Captain of CSI, am damn fucking good at my job. I followed the law, trusted the evidence, and never let anyone distract me… not even the criminals I locked behind bars. Until Adrian Blackwood was forced back into my life, the dark, ruthless, devastatingly handsome Mafia Boss serving a twenty‑year sentence at Hell’s Watch, the city’s most notorious high‑security prison. A fortress built to cage mafia lords, serial offenders, and corrupt officials, and a place where even the guards whispered about inmates who ruled empires from behind steel bars. And he was exactly the kind of man I was raised to despise. “You’re the one who came to me, Nate Cole… what makes you think I’ll cooperate with you or that you can resist me?” His gray eyes smoldered, daring me to look away. I leaned back, meeting his gaze evenly. “Resist you? Please. You’re a bastard behind bars. I don’t do fantasies… and I don’t entertain criminals.” He smirked, stepping closer, voice low and teasing. “Criminals, maybe… but you look like someone who enjoys losing control, and I bet, I can make you beg.” He was the key to a case I couldn’t solve without him, and every glance, every word, every brush of his presence set my pulse racing. His control was intoxicating, and his power is undeniable. “I will break you beautifully, completely, and only into mine,” he whispered, a dangerous promise that shattered every rational thought in my head as the sizzling chemistry and attraction rose between us. I was supposed to stay professional, fucking resist, but some chains weren’t meant to be broken… and some temptations weren’t meant to be denied. Adrian Blackwood was my enemy, and falling for him might have been the most dangerous, most thrilling crime I’d ever committed. I had no idea which one of us was going to survive the darkness… me or him or the fucking world was going to burn.

One minute he is Valentine Reynolds, the most honourable man and a true hero in his world, and the next minute he is the trash of another world. ‎ ‎Cast to the bottom of the food chain where shame was his daily bread and bullying his normal life, he struggled. How did this happen? HE TRANSMIGRATED. Wait... But how did he become the weakest demon in an academy where only the strong survived? An academy where only the most atrocious things happen! (Slavery, Pimping, Killing, Sedating, Torture, Rape, Sodomy). Sodomy? SODOMY??? What exactly about his past life was so wrong to be so heartlessly cursed with such severe punishment? Valentine Reynolds was highly HOMOPHOBIC!! ... But Val's predicament was nothing compared to the actual craft of this world. Here, you will see seven princes of hell wage war against themselves. Here, you will see the true nature of their abilities. Here, you will see them wrestle with other entities, weak or strong just to get to the throne. Here, you will see them mess with their weakness and prey on the weak. Here, you will see what happens in an academy where everyone is ruthless. Here, you get to see what it means for the Ruler of Hell to fall in love. Here, you get to see what happens when the one whom Hell bows to crumble his world to protect his heart. Here, you WILL see what happens when you mess with Hell himself. What? You want to see this happen? Then swipe open the chapters already! ------- NOTE: This book is slow paced. ~~~~ Releases on Monday, Tuesday, Wednesdays and Fridays. Mass Releases on Saturdays and Sundays.

Choi Yujun- born into power but cursed with a 'weakness'. The only son of the Choi family is born an omega, born an embarrassment to a bloodline of strong and pure alphas. At a party, a violent attack from a mutual enemy exposed Yujun’s secret in front of his family’s sworn enemy, Hwang Jaehyun, Yujun prepares for humiliation and blackmail, offering himself to be used by the Alpha in order to protect himself from his own family Instead of the humiliation...Hwang Jaehyun does the unthinkable... The rival who is supposed to destroy him, becomes his drug, his shield, his forbidden comfort. Together they fight to bring down the people who made Yujun bleed…together they bleed in the face of betrayals, trials and "Don't you realize? I'm a Choi, I am cursed and I am sick" Yujun says with deep angish, "then use me, Yujun-ah, use me like a drug" Jaehyun response came out raw and desperate, his alpha swearing it.

✓ MASSIVE RELEASE ON THE LAST DAY OF EACH MONTH.✓ BLURB: “We are sorry Maria, we never meant to hurt you. Come back to us!" They all thundered. But it was too late, I was determined to make them Pay. *** I am Maria Moon, casted out of my Pack at the age of eighteen. All because of a tradition— one that states, that which ever family the Alpha's mate comes from, any other female wolf of same status is cast out. But it all felt wrong, It wasn't supposed to be me but her— my step sister— Patricia Moon. “I, Darren Copper, Alpha of the Frost moon pack, hereby declare that Maria Moon is no longer a member of this pack!” I pleaded for them to see the truth but no one cared, they were all blinded by their love for her. I became a rogue, wandered about for days and was unfortunate to attacked by the older rogues. And even more unfortunate to be saved by the quadruplet Alpha's, my Pack rival Alpha's. *** “Isn't she the Beta's daughter of Frost moon pack?" Damien growled as he turned to his brothers. “Definitely, she looks the same even after five years!" Adrien replied as he squatted, cupping my chin harshly on his palm. “She is definitely a spy, let's kill her!" Davian roared, stretching his claws, his stance ready to slaughter. “Don't Davian!" Aidan the oldest amongst the quadruplet echoed, “That’s all the more reason we should keep her close, letting her die is to easy.” He turned to the guards beside him, “Take her to the Pack, she is our Personal maid." Adrien chuckled lightly, a sly smirk appearing across his lips. “Nice idea Aidan. We would make her suffer!" CONTENT WARNING. This book contains explicit scenes, abuses, graphic violence and dark obsessive romance. Readers discretion advised.

!MATURE THEMES! After her family is brutally murdered in front of her by the Vampire King, Zyren Blackthorn, for being hunters, Aria is left broken and devastated, desperate for death. Her world is shattered when Zyren, instead of killing her, claims her as his pet, dragging her away from her village into the heart of the central city. As a human slave, she is forced to endure his sadistic desires. Every night, he reminds her of her helplessness, but beneath his cruelty lies an obsession that burns with intensity. Despite her hatred and longing for revenge, Aria’s body betrays her, and she finds herself caught between a dark desire and her desperate need for revenge. Excerpt: Aria’s breath hitched as Zyren’s fingers traced the line of her jaw, his touch colder than ice, yet searing her skin with the promise of more. She should resist, should fight back, but her body betrayed her—shivering, craving the pleasure she knew he could give. “You thought I’d kill you,” Zyren murmured, his voice a dark purr. “But instead, you’ll belong to me. Every part of you will be mine.” Her lips parted to speak, but the words caught in her throat. The memory of her family’s blood staining her hands made her stomach churn as she glared hatefully at him. “Tell me,” he growled, his hands moving lower, pressing against the softness of her skin, “do you still wish to die?” She clenched her fists, tears threatening to spill, but her body trembled under his touch. “I wish for nothing but to be free of you,” she spat, but even as the words left her lips, she felt the hunger in her—a hunger she hated but couldn’t deny as she stared into his red eyes. A need to PRESENT herself to him and have him mount her…body and soul.

Shen Lu wakes up inside a book he knows far too well, and it takes him one breath to realize the truth: he has transmigrated into the body of a vicious sect alchemist, a side character infamous for bullying the future male lead. In the original story, this Shen Lu dies within the first ten chapters, cut down by Helian Feng—an icy, righteous sword cultivator who never forgives and never misjudges. Shen Lu has no intention of becoming a canon death. But repentance doesn’t erase reputation, and survival isn’t as simple as “being nicer.” His body remembers cruelty, the sect remembers every public humiliation he dealt, and Helian Feng remembers the one thing he can never replace: the family token tied to his missing mother, destroyed for sport. Even if Shen Lu changes overnight, Helian Feng sees only a better-disguised threat. When the sect dispatches them into a secret realm to hunt an ancient sword immortal’s remains—an immortal bone rumored to elevate a cultivator’s path—Shen Lu is forced into Helian Feng’s proximity with nowhere to run. His book knowledge keeps him alive, until fear makes him slip and blurt out a detail he should not know. He scrambles for cover, claiming he studied an old realm record, but the damage is done. Helian Feng’s suspicion hardens into something colder than hatred: certainty. Inside the realm, Helian Feng is struck by a lethal poison-curse that locks his meridians and devours spiritual energy. Shen Lu discovers the only antidote is a rare pill that can be refined only by his secret alchemical technique. He makes the choice anyway. The pill saves Helian Feng’s life, but the backlash shatters Shen Lu’s cultivation realm, leaving him weakened and exposed in a place that preys on weakness. The poison does not release cleanly. To survive, they are forced into emergency dual cultivation—an act that violates everything Helian Feng believes about control, purity, and justice, and confirms every rumor Shen Lu once embodied. When it ends, Helian Feng nearly kills Shen Lu in a surge of anger and self-disgust, stopping only because he cannot reconcile murder with the life Shen Lu just gave him. From that moment, Helian Feng becomes hyper-vigilant and controlling, treating Shen Lu like a dangerous liability he alone is responsible for. Shen Lu accepts it, because he has no right to demand trust. He sets one boundary and holds it with shaking resolve: Helian Feng may protect him, but he cannot cross the line again—if there’s poison left, Shen Lu will find the cure himself. Helian Feng agrees, then breaks the spirit of the agreement in the only way he can: by secretly helping, silently shielding Shen Lu from ridicule, danger, and the sect’s hunger for a scapegoat. As they claw their way out of the secret realm with the immortal bone and too many unspoken debts between them, the hatred doesn’t vanish—it evolves. Helian Feng’s blade stays sharp, but his attention lingers too long. Shen Lu’s fear remains, but so does a stubborn gentleness that keeps choosing Helian Feng’s life over his own comfort. Their relationship becomes a slow, brutal negotiation of trust: measured in injuries treated, truths withheld, nights watched over, and the quiet terror of caring for someone who still has every reason to end you. Much later, after they ascend to the upper realm, clues surface about Helian Feng’s missing mother—proof that she is alive beyond the lower cultivation world. The mystery intersects with their path at the worst possible time, when both men are finally beginning to believe in a future. And when their bond is truly accepted by the heavens and tested by fate, the late-story mpreg becomes not a twist, but a payoff: a hard-won life made possible by devotion, cultivation, and a love that survived its own beginning.

Aaliyah Moore never imagined love would come with a price. When her mother’s life and freedom hangs in the balance, Aaliyah is forced to accept a deal that changes everything: a two-year contract relationship with Rowan Blackwood, a cold, powerful billionaire whose public image needs saving as badly as Aaliyah needs money. No love. No questions. No escape. To the world, they are the perfect couple elegant, intimate, untouchable. Behind closed doors, Aaliyah is invisible, trapped in a relationship built on control and silence, slowly falling for a woman who treats love like a weakness. As emotions blur the lines of the contract, betrayal strikes from within. Framed, abandoned, and stripped of everything she thought she had, Aaliyah walks away with nothing but her broken heart and her dignity. But walking away changes her. When Rowan finally uncovers the truth, she realizes the woman she tried to own is no longer waiting to be claimed. Aaliyah is stronger now, independent, and no longer willing to trade herself for survival. This time, Rowan must face the one thing she fears most: love without control. In a world of power, secrets, and painful choices, Bound by Silence, Claimed by Love is a slow-burning LGBTQ+ romance about learning that real love isn’t demanded, negotiated, or owned, it’s chosen. And sometimes, the greatest love story begins after walking away.

She has spent her life believing she's cursed - a wolfless embarrassment her father barely tolerates. But when she's forced into a contract marriage with the cold and terrifying Lycan King, she learns the truth is far more deadly. *** He didn't ask for a wife, just a womb for his heir. Emotionless, merciless, and built entirely from brooding muscle and trauma, the Lycan King intends to use her, then send her back where she came from. But when an assassination attempt exposes the lies surrounding her birth, he realises he's married something far more dangerous than a powerless girl.

Lyra has spent her life surviving on the edges of a world that was never built for her. With no family name and no protection, she takes a job as a maid in the most powerful wolf estate in the city, a place of polished marble floors, strict rules, and quiet cruelty. Behind its white walls lives an Alpha whose authority is absolute, whose presence commands obedience, and whose name no one speaks lightly. Lyra’s only goal is survival. Until the day she feels it. The bond. Instant. Unmistakable. Dangerous. He feels it too. But an Alpha does not claim a maid. Instead of announcing her as his mate, he keeps her hidden summoned in silence, desired in shadows, touched behind closed doors where no one will see. To the world, she remains invisible. To him, she becomes a secret he refuses to acknowledge in daylight. Lyra is not weak. She is not naïve. And she is not in love with the illusion of power. As weeks pass, the estate reveals its true nature humiliation disguised as discipline, control masked as order, desire twisted into possession. The Alpha’s need for her grows stronger, but so does his fear of what claiming her would cost him. And when the time comes, he chooses his title over his mate. He rejects her. Publicly. Broken but not destroyed, Lyra leaves the estate with nothing but her pride and the bond that refuses to disappear. Cast out and alone on unfamiliar streets, she is forced to survive once again until another pack finds her. But Lyra is no longer just a maid. She has seen power up close. She has learned how it operates. And she has discovered something even the Alpha does not yet understand: A rejected mate does not mean a weak one. And when she rises again, she will not be the girl who once knelt on marble floors. She will be something far more dangerous.

Eloise thought her first heartbreak would end in tears. She was wrong. It ended in gasoline and a match. ​For two years, she’d loved him with a naive belief in "forever." He was her safe place—until she found the truth buried in his trash. Used condoms, the scent of betrayal still fresh. Then came the final blow: a call from a friend who’d spotted him at a restaurant with someone else. ​Eloise didn't just walk away; she crashed his dinner. She emptied a glass of wine over his face, slapped him until her palm burned, and threw the evidence of his infidelity at his chest. ​But heartbreak demanded a higher price. That night, her agony took the shape of a flickering flame. She watched his estate burn, waiting for the satisfaction to kick in. ​It never did. Because the house didn’t belong to her ex. ​It belonged to Luciano Solis De la Vega. ​A man whose name is whispered in the city's darkest corners. Ruthless. Powerful. Terrifyingly composed. Luciano doesn’t believe in mercy or insurance claims; he believes in collateral. And now, Eloise is the only asset he intends to collect. ​She is his debt. His punishment. His. ​Luciano is a master of control, a man who breaks beautiful things just to see them bend. But Eloise refuses to shatter. Every defiant glance and every tremor of fury awakens a dangerous obsession within him. ​Their nights are a war zone where hate collides with heat and punishment blurs into desire. But as the smoke clears, Eloise realizes the fire she started was only the beginning. Between jealous lovers and enemies disguised as friends, she is trapped in a world where even loyalty has teeth. ​When two broken souls collide, they don’t heal. They incinerate. ​From the ashes of betrayal, a new kind of love is written—not in promises, but in ruins.

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]

Evah’s life was supposed to be simple—work hard, keep her head down, climb the ladder. Overtime, no days off, nothing but routine. Until him. The man who can smile like a savior… and threaten like an enemy. One question shattered her dull routine: "How does it feel to be kissed?" Now, nothing feels safe; not her job, not her family, not even her own thoughts. Because in a world where rules are twisted and justice belongs only to the powerful, Erion, the most powerful man of all. He says, “Be careful who you trust.” But when every glance hides a secret and every smile feels like a trap… how can she tell if he’s protecting her, or destroying her? Weekly Novel Updates Every Friday and Sunday Evening!

In the era of the Old World, there walked women who did not merely cast magic, but breathed life into the world. They were the weavers of Black Magic, more commonly known as Witches. For thousands of years, the earth has been barren of them. For a Witch is not born; she is wrought. The scholars of the Old World claimed three conditions unlock this forbidden power: First, there must be the Drowning of the Heart. The woman must be pushed past the breaking point of human sorrow. Grief must become the water that drowns her humanity. Second, there must be the Sharpening of the Will. Hate must become the steel of her spine. She must choose not to weep, but to burn. Third, and most rare, there must be the Anchor of the Beast. A Witch without a tether is but a storm that consumes itself. She requires a devotion that rivals her own: a dragon who would trade his divinity to stand in the shadow of her thorns. When these three tides collide, the mage dies, and the Witch awakens. It is said that when the Witch returns, the mountains will breathe again. The dead woods will scream, and the kingdoms of men will be reclaimed by a garden that never sleeps. > Warning: This novel features morally complex ML and FL, as well as dark themes. To avoid any unwanted surprises and to protect your peace of mind, please consider this carefully before you proceed.

★DARK ROMANCE★ ^WARNING 18+,^ In a world dominated by organized crime and ruthless power struggles, a tangled web of trauma, revenge, and forbidden passion unfolds. Katya Volkov, the stunning but vulnerable daughter of the Russian Mafia's feared right-hand man, has endured a childhood of unrelenting brutality and neglect. Growing up, Katya was repeatedly tormented by her father's resentment, leaving her emotionally shattered and unloved. However, Katya's life was about to take a much darker turn. Romeo Salvatore, a name that was both feared and respected, emerged from the shadows. His traumatic past has left an indelible mark on his soul, rendering him cold and detached. Seeking retribution, Romeo launches a daring invasion of the Volkov's heavily guarded estate. He captures both Katya and her abusive father, subjecting them to merciless torture. Convinced of Katya's complicity in her father's heinous crimes, Romeo executes her father and condemns Katya to a life of hellish slavery. Yet, as time passes, the boundaries between captor and captive begin to blur. Katya and Romeo find themselves inexorably drawn into a forbidden bond, igniting a fiery passion that threatens to consume them both. Torn between his thirst for revenge and his burgeoning desire for Katya, Romeo is forced to confront the darkness within himself, would he be consumed by lust, passion and possibly love or would he stay loyal with his beliefs. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~This story is an enemies to lover type so don't expect all fluff and rainbows. ~Weak to strong female ~ML is ruthless, don't expect him to be a saint. ~No rape ~humours, laugher, tears and blush. ~ And lastly, this story is not for the weak hearted~

*Mature Content Warning (18+)* This book contains dark themes, violence, psychological horror, and adult situations. Reader discretion is advised. Claire Allen is obsessed with the supernatural, driven by one desperate goal: to solve the mystery of her father’s death, which she believes was caused by a vengeful spirit. By day, Claire is a regular high school senior. By night, she and her friends, Lily and Stephnie (the medium), run Ghost Mentors—an online channel dedicated to helping lost spirits find peace and cross into the afterlife. Their work is a sacred mission. But their mission shatters when they investigate an abandoned New York house haunted by a cruel, dark witch. The encounter goes horribly wrong. A witch's curse rips Claire's spirit from her body, plunging her into a coma. Now invisible to the world, Claire is only seen by Michael, a dangerously handsome Demon Slayer from Hell, sent by Lucifer himself. Michael believes all ghosts are monsters that must be eliminated. Claire believes they deserve peace. She fights for the lost souls; he hunts them. Yet, when the only person who can see you is the one you despise the most, survival depends on a tense, forbidden alliance that blurs the line between enemies and lovers. A terrifying countdown begins: Thirteen powerful vengeful spirits have started a ritual to tear open the gates of Hell and unleash chaos upon Earth. With only 5 hours left to stop the apocalypse, Claire must do the unimaginable: Journey into the Underworld alone and ring the ancient emergency bell to summon the Devil back to his throne. As battles rage across two worlds, the true darkness unfolds: a powerful jealous friend (Lily) turns to black magic, a hidden bloodline is exposed, and a deadly betrayal threatens to hand Earth over to the demons. The Ghost Mentors: The Cursed Awakening A dark, high-stakes Urban Fantasy Romance where a high school girl must summon the Devil to save the world, only to fall for the demon hunter sent to stop her. Perfect for fans of powerful heroines, demonic anti-heroes, intense enemies-to-lovers arcs, and powerful heroines.