Renata has a boyfriend. She has a life. And now... she has a secret. One night. One mistake. One man who doesn't forget. He doesn't love. He doesn't beg. He only takes what's his. And she said she was his.

"You call me your safe heaven, Sunflower. You think I hold your hand because I'm a good friend. I hold it because the second you step out of my sight, the static in my head gets so loud I have to butcher someone just to make it stop. You are the only quiet thing in my mind. If you ever try to leave me in the dark, I will drown this entire fucking city in so much blood you'll have no choice but to slip right back into my arms." - Landon Ashford To Hazel Bloom, Landon Ashford is a saint. He is her safe haven, her best friend, and Ardencrest's flawless Golden Prince. She has absolutely no idea she is holding the leash to a psychopath. Behind his polite smiles, Landon is a feral predator biologically tethered to her presence. Hazel thinks her bullies simply leave campus; she doesn't know Landon is slaughtering them in the alleyways. She thinks he's just fiercely protective; she doesn't know he hacks her vitals to listen to her heartbeat just to survive the night. Landon has orchestrated a flawless, blood-soaked illusion so her gentle heart never has to touch the dark. But when the mask inevitably slips, Hazel will realize her sanctuary is a cage. He isn't hiding her from the monsters. He is the monster. And he is on his knees for her. "The Golden Prince | 18+" is the second book in the Princes of Ardencrest Series.{Can be read as a standlone}

"You refuse to speak because you think your voice is a curse, Butterfly. A poison that destroys everything it touches. So poison me. Whisper their names, and I will gladly show you how a real monster burns the world to ash just to keep you warm. You think you are trapped in the dark with a psychopath, papillon. You don't realize I am just waiting for your command." - Nikolai de Rivel ____ To Leah, silence is the only armor she has left. Deaf, traumatized, and terrified of physical touch, she just wants to survive Ardencrest University without being seen. When she completely ignores the school's most dangerous French heir on her first day, she thinks she safely avoided a predator. She has no idea she just gave the Reaper Prince a puzzle he is dying to take apart. Behind his polite smiles and lethal elegance, Nikolai de Rivel is an empty-eyed psychopath who demands absolute, psychological control. He doesn't just want to claim her body; he wants to conquer her mind. Leah thinks the campus is naturally parting for her; she doesn't know Nikolai is viciously destroying anyone who steps too close. She thinks she is finally finding peace in the shadows; she doesn't know he is meticulously rewriting her entire reality so she has no choice but to crave his touch. He doesn't want to hide her from the monsters of her past. He wants to drag her into the dark, place her on his lap, and teach her how to rule it. He is the devil. And her rare voice is his trigger. ______ "The Reaper Prince | 18+" is the third book in the Princes of Ardencrest Series. {Can be read as a standalone}

Dark. Possessive. Enchanting. She never believed fate could be this cruel. One day she was just an ordinary woman - independent, bright, and unafraid to speak her mind - and the next, she was bound by the silent command of a man who ruled not only a kingdom, but every heartbeat that dared to defy him. He was a King feared by many - arrogant, ruthless, and dangerously calm. His silence carried more power than any threat, and his gaze was enough to make the strongest men kneel. No one questioned him. No one dared to say no. Until she did. Their marriage wasn't born from love, but from power - a deal wrapped in deceit and sealed by force. She was meant to be his ornament, his queen in name only. But something inside her refused to bend completely. And that defiance, that flicker of fire in her eyes, became the one thing he couldn't control. He told her love was weakness. Yet every time she looked away, his possessiveness deepened. Every time she cried, his anger turned to obsession. He could destroy empires, but not the storm she brought into his heart. Trapped between duty and desire, she learns that every chain he places around her is not just to bind - but to protect. The palace walls whisper secrets, his touch hides unspoken fears, and every night she wonders: is she his prisoner, or his queen? A mysterious, darkly romantic tale of power, betrayal, and a love that blurs the line between dominance and devotion. Because when the King falls for his captive, the kingdom itself trembles. 👑

His fingers trailed along her cheek. "Say it," Dhruvay murmured, voice raw with longing. "Say you missed me, wife." Roopa's eyes dropped to his wrapped hand again, the way it trembled slightly, the way he'd covered it with something that belonged to her instead of getting treated properly. Her throat tightened. "You bled, fought, got yourself hurt," she whispered shakily, eyes glossing with something unspoken. "And came all this way... for this?" His lips curled, amused, but that glint in his eyes darkened. "Tch. That mouth... I missed that too." She placed her palm on his chest, trembling fingers pressing against the thudding heart beneath. Not to push him away. But to feel him. To ground herself. To steady her pulse that threatened to race away. "If I say I missed you," she whispered, her voice laced with fear and fury, "what would you do?" "I'd never let you leave again," he said without a blink. "Not even to breathe." Tears burned her eyes, but she swallowed them. "And if I don't?" His gaze darkened. The smile faded like smoke vanishing in wind. "Then I'll still keep you," he said coldly. "But you'll bleed with me, wife... until you understand you were never meant to run." A gasp caught in her throat. He meant every word. Every scar on him was a sentence for her. "You're reckless," she whispered, "you terrify me." His expression flickered into something possessive, before he smiled again. A wicked, burning smile. "Good. Then maybe you'll stop running." His other hand slided beneath the hem of her top, resting possessively on her waist. "Now be a good girl, Roopa," he whispered, "and say you missed me." ~~❉~~ A forced marriage. A stolen past. And a love she was never meant to feel. When the truth comes out, will her heart betray her pride? Curious to know what happens next? Start reading DhRupa now.

𝐙𝐚𝐡𝐢𝐫 × 𝐃𝐡𝐫𝐮𝐯𝐢 | 𝟑𝟏 × 𝟐3 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐑𝐨𝐲𝐚𝐥 𝐂𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐥𝐞𝐬: #𝟏 𝐁𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐁𝐞𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐲𝐚𝐥 She saw him more than once. And every time, her heart betrayed her; racing, stumbling, fluttering like a caged butterfly chasing a memory. Her breath shortened, her chest tightened, and still, she said nothing. Because it wasn't her place. Because she was never meant to be seen. Until she was. Until the day she stood before him, not as a stranger in the crowd, but as his bride. The wrong bride. He had seen her before. Once in passing, her eyes barely a flicker in his peripheral vision, dismissed for a prettier pair. The second time, he saw her through a vow sealed in blood and duty. And rage erupted. Exacting. Demanding. She wasn't supposed to wear that dress. She wasn't supposed to carry his name. But now that she does... There's no turning back.

My heart hammered against my chest as I saw who was standing infront of me. I thought I had enough time to flee, guess not. I looked behind his back intending to run through the door, away from his heated gaze. "Don't you dare." His voice still made me cower in submission, even after all these days. "I won't tell what happened between us to anyone, sir. Please, let me go." "Never. I don't fucking care even if the whole world knows about us." There was that stubborn, harsh edge in his tone that ended any protest before it could rise in my throat. I had to get out of here before he did something I would regret. "I told you to wait until I came back didn't I?" Yes, he did, but that was the only chance I had to run away from his shackles and I wasn't no fool to not take that chance. Even if I was regretting it now. "Nothing can happen-" "Strip." His command made my reasoning with him pause. "Wh-what?" I didn't mean to stutter, but I was also one second away from fainting on the velvety carpet. "You know it won't take me a second to tear that pretty dress off of your body, so don't make me come there." I knew he could tear it off without even getting one hair out of place. As it wouldn't be the first time he would be doing so. ⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘ [18+] Diamonds always stay hidden. It is us who have to find them.

In a world where love is often celebrated as a mutual bond of trust and understanding, there exists a darker side-an obsession so consuming that it disregards the very essence of love itself. Devraj, a man driven by an uncontrollable desire, has fixated on one woman: Indu. To him, she is the embodiment of everything he has ever wanted, and he is willing to go to any lengths to make her his, regardless of the cost to her happiness. Indu, once a spirited and independent young woman, finds herself trapped in a nightmare she never imagined. What began as a seemingly innocent courtship quickly devolved into a suffocating obsession. Devraj's love is not the tender, selfless affection she once dreamed of but a possessive, relentless force that leaves her with no escape. He is determined to marry her, to bind her to him forever, without a second thought for her feelings or desires. In a story where love is twisted into something unrecognizable, Indu must navigate the treacherous path laid before her, seeking a way out of a life she never chose. But with each passing day, the walls close in, and the choice between survival and surrender becomes increasingly blurred.

Harper is a nurse at an elite private hospital for VIPs. She handles difficult people for a living, but nobody is as impossible-or as dangerous-as her newest patient. Alessandro arrives half-dead, breathtakingly handsome, and completely uncontrollable. He's arrogant, Italian, and refuses to follow orders. But Harper is the only one on the ward who won't back down. While others tremble at his glare, she takes charge. Who else can claim they physically tied the boss of the Italian Mafia to his hospital bed for an entire night just because he was being a "bad patient"? Harper definitely can. She restrained the Devil himself to save his life. But what happens when the Don is finally released?