This time, there was a girl. A human girl: not an angel, not a savior, and not a saint. But if she was pushed to the point of breaking, what would she do next? Would she touch an Iron King's soul? Maybe reverse a curse of a hundred years? Or would she shatter the world? Maybe she'd be just like her Iron King. Maybe she'd be worse. A goddess could only wonder. ❂ ❂ ❂ ❂ Seventeen-year-old Valerie Cardith works in the palace as a human servant. There are a few rules to surviving: don't speak back to a wolf, don't look a wolf in the eye, and take your scent blockers at six sharp every morning. But when Valerie violates the last rule of the code of survival, she finds herself tied to the Iron King. She learns very early on that the wolves will break her spirit. But only she can decide what she becomes after she shatters. Will she be destroyed? Or will she grow to be the worst thing they fear?

I snapped my eyes to his doing my best to give him the angriest glare I could. Something is his eyes flashed as he pushed me against the couch before climbing on top of me. "Get off of me!" His head dipped to the curve of my neck as he ran his nose along my skin, I felt him inhale slowly as he grabbed my hips roughly. "There's just something about you when you're angry that makes me want to fuck you." (Updates every Wednesday) Honourable Rankings: #bwwm: #1 (2021) #dark: #2 (2021)

This book starts off a little slow but it will get better hopefully.

Isabel Noel Miller is the daughter of one of the most notorious men in the French mob. She has always strived to make her parents happy by attending school and receiving good grades. Now that she is old enough to make her own decisions, she does the worst thing her parents could think of. Her determination to work closely with her father's business causes her to drop out of college. At first, her desperate attempt to create a new business for her father's legacy sounds promising, but after she is forced to work closely with the duo Raphael and Dax, she starts to regret her decision. Isabel believed she had put her history with them in the past, but the thoughts of long, restless nights between the three of them were something she couldn't abandon. With her career flourishing and her sensual history with Dax and Raphael now brewing again, Isabel must try to balance out her life while keeping an eye on her newfound enemies. ᴍxꜰxᴍ ʙᴡᴡᴍ ᴍᴀᴛᴜʀᴇ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ

"One glance is all it took...I have peaked your interest, and now you're hooked. You say that I'm a monster. The most horrid human being, I'm crazy and wild. I'm just what you need. You curse my name with the words that you speak, but you always come back for more... I guess I have you intrigued." 22-year-old Rose is a new college intern at a psychiatric facility for the criminally insane. Her first patient, Alexander Volkov, said to be an emotionalless killer. Despite his words, Rose sees something different in his actions... Something innocent? However, their encounters show exactly what he's capable of.. Though it scares her, she can't help but to want to know more about this mysterious stranger. Even at the risk of her career, she uses her position to know more about him. Little does she know, Alexander is the one with the grand plan. His captivation with her has turned into a little more. Love? Admiration? He's not sure. But he does know that shes' not going anywhere until he finds out.

February 19th, 2018 He is test subject Three-eleven-thirteen. Ellie for short. He's human. Remarkable. He can breathe freely, no tubes. His heart has adapted to beating on it's own. He opened his eyes yesterday, we looked at one another. He looked at me, truly looked at me. My daughter, Ripley, tried speaking with him, but he didn't understand. I will have her keep working with him. He will speak. February 23rd, 2018 He is standing. His bones are still fragile, but he is gaining muscle rapidly. This is incredible progress in such little time. Everything is going as planned, though his fingernails are black. They weren't black yesterday. March 13th, 2018 Ellie attacked Ripley last night. He will be kept in restraints from now on. March 27th, 2018 My God he is strong. The mysterious blackness that had formed in his fingernails is now flowing in his veins. Whatever this black liquid is, it's possessing him. April 4th, 2018 He bit me last night. I can feel the mystery in my veins. What is this? April 5th, 2018 Test subject three-eleven-thirteen, Ellie, will no longer be a patient of mine. I have locked him up in a cell in my lab. I fear him. He will stay in that cell for God knows how long until he starves to death. I am a coward. April 6th, 2018 I can't tolerate this. I think I'm truly losing it. My memories, my spirit, I feel them being eaten by this black virus. I have to end this tonight. I have to end myself tonight. I have too. Ripley, my sweet daughter, I love you baby. I am sorry for creating that abomination. I am so sorry.

Twenty-four-year-old Liatta Davis hasn't left her room in twelve years. When her only companion in seclusion dies, Liatta manages to tear herself away from the room she had been unable bring herself to leave, to go and visit her grave. Now, she finds herself once more unable to escape. Entangled in a web of obsession, will she again find the strength to try to rip free?