What does freedom mean when you don't remember how to live? Five years in white walls taught me how to survive, not how to exist... How do you start over when your hands are still stained? They say I'm free now, that I've done my time. But the world outside feels wrong. Too bright, too alive... They call it LUCK. Lucky to have a second chance. Lucky to breathe air that doesn't taste like bleach and metal. But luck will never change what I did... ~Owen Owen Williams was never loved... not by the people who called themselves his parents. Years of cruelty carved something hollow inside him, until one night, at twelve years old, the breaking point came. A knife. A scream. Blood he still can't wash from his hands. He told himself it was survival. But the guilt never left. Five years locked in a mental hospital couldn't silence the echoes of that night. Now, seventeen and released into a small town under the watch of a kind officer, Owen is supposed to start over... to live again. But how do you begin when the past won't let go? When every breath tastes like a memory? And when forgiveness feels like something meant for someone else? #1 ATTEMPTEDSUICIDE 2026/02/04 #3 BxBxBxBxB 2026/02/04

Long ago, an attack on the Romano family, the biggest Mafia family in town, left a young girl blamed for her parents' deaths. Sent away for her own sake, she spends every moment reliving that awful day. After eight long years of suffering, she is led back to her brothers. But they don't want her there, and they make sure she knows it. Not long after she's reunited with her family, a faceless enemy takes up arms against the Romano family. And there is nothing Allora can do, except watch as the world burns around her, knowing she'll burn right alongside it. Until... maybe, just maybe, something changes, and Allora finds herself not quite so alone. ~~~ "You'll rot in hell for what you did, Allora." His voice echoes in my ear, his hot breath ghosting my skin. My hand falls limp over the side of the bed, the blood trickling down my finger is warm, almost soothing. Darkness takes me in it's familiar embrace. ~~~ Updates every Wednesday and Sunday

Five-year plans are supposed to be reassuring. Structured. Comforting. A tidy collection of bullet points you cling to so you don't spiral into a vat of existential dread at three in the morning. Mine was flawless. Until it wasn't. One catastrophic twist later, I'm back in my hometown-the place I swore I'd never return to unless legally compelled or lured with free donuts. The streets haven't changed. The gossip hasn't changed. Unfortunately... the secrets definitely have. Because apparently, my life isn't just a mess-it's a paranormal conspiracy wrapped in a cosmic joke. My very existence? Built on a spectacular lie. My reality? More complicated than a quantum physics lecture. And the worst part? (Or, possibly, the best part depending on how morally flexible you are.) The universe also seems to think I require not one, not two, but multiple infuriatingly gorgeous, fate-bonded consorts. Each one mysterious. Each one dangerous. Each one absolutely terrible for my sanity and heart rate. So now I'm juggling lies, magic, ancient destiny nonsense, and the inconvenient return of my high school crush... who is hotter, moodier, and significantly more complicated than memory suggested. No big deal. Totally fine. Everything is... scientifically speaking... a dumpster fire. If I'm lucky, I'll survive the secrets, resist the temptation of destiny, and maybe figure out who I actually am in the middle of it all. If not? Well. At least the view is excellent. Reverse harem. Fated mates. Emotional chaos. Questionable life choices. And a girl who absolutely did not sign up for any of this-but might just burn the world down if it means finally telling fate who's in charge. Please note this is a reverse haram. #1- PARANORMAL 10/13/23

Book 3 of the 𝕱𝖎𝖌𝖍𝖙𝖈𝖑𝖚𝖇 series {Standalone} 𑁍 𝕴𝖙'𝖘 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖈𝖔𝖓𝖓𝖊𝖈𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓 𝖜𝖊 𝖈𝖆𝖓'𝖙 𝖊𝖝𝖕𝖑𝖆𝖎𝖓 𑁍 𝕷𝖔𝖑𝖆 𝕾𝖊𝖗𝖊𝖓𝖎𝖙𝖞 𝕷𝖆𝖛𝖆𝖑𝖊𝖙𝖙𝖊 is a sweet, kind, and reserved young woman whose only wish in life is to be loved. However, her childhood begs to differ, and as she comes of age, her father decides to marry her to the most psychotic man. Two years later, Lola manages to escape from her arranged marriage and have a new start. She has experienced enough pain to make her despise the world, but she still has one dream... Love 𝖃𝖆𝖛𝖎𝖊𝖗 𝕬𝖙𝖑𝖆𝖘 𝕲𝖆𝖗𝖈𝖎𝖆, by the mere age of ten, he became a killer. By the age of sixteen, he became the don of the Spanish mafia. By the age of twenty-seven, he is considered the most cold-hearted and cruel don to ever exist. With enough blood on his hands to paint rivers, he has no weakness. Until her. 𝕰𝖑𝖎𝖏𝖆𝖍 𝕶𝖆𝖓𝖊 𝕯𝖎𝖆𝖟, born in blood and drowned in sin, is the underboss of the mafia. There is nothing but sarcasm running through his veins. He has the looks and tattoos, but most importantly, he packs a punch. He never desired love. Until her. 𝕹𝖔𝖆𝖍 𝕱𝖊𝖑𝖎𝖝 𝕻𝖊𝖗𝖊𝖟, also known as Diablo, is literally built for sin. Ruthless, heartless, and merciless. He only has three interests: cars, blood, and blackjack. Until her. Lola has all three powerful men wrapped around her little finger. But with power comes danger, as does her own past. Making her a target. But these men will go to any length to keep her safe. Because she is theirs and they are hers. ⚠️There will be violent and explicit content in this book. Recommended to readers 18+⚠️ ❗️I don't own any of the photos. I just made the aesthetics.

Rosalind Hart Power has a voice. Low. Controlled. Velvet wrapped steel. And when it called my name, I answered... without hesitation. I only came to Infernum for a job. Just a few hours of bookkeeping, buried in the quiet corners of a club that pulsed with secrets. But nothing here is quiet for long. Lucian Black. Zane Romano. Xander Wolfe. Kade Riven. Men who command the room like the world owes them worship. Their gazes pinned me, branded me like a promise and a threat wrapped in silk. "You don't run from us, little Rose," Lucian whispered, brushing his thumb against my lip. "You kneel." I should've been terrified. But instead... I trembled. Not with fear. With need. Because there's something terrifyingly beautiful about surrendering to men who could destroy you. Something addictive about being seen, truly seen by eyes that strip away your defenses. They didn't ask for my heart. They claimed it. Silently. Completely. And I think... A part of me always wanted to be claimed. © 2025 by S. All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted in any form or by any means without permission of the author.