Evelyn married Adrian, believing her love could melt his cold heart. But years later, she finds herself trapped in a lonely mansion, raising their daughter Elena while her husband parades his mistress in public. Humiliation, heartbreak, and betrayal become her everyday companions-until the day Evelyn decides she has suffered enough. From a fragile, broken wife, she begins to rise as a woman of strength, grace, and power. But when Adrian finally notices her transformation, will it be too late? Or will love bloom in the ruins of their cold marriage? A slow-burn emotional journey of heartbreak, betrayal, and self-discovery - where love and revenge intertwine.

He needs a noblewoman, but the one he wants is a lady's maid. Garrick Alexander Attenbrough II, The Duke of Windstrom, is in search of a wife. Not of his own accord, but the insistence of his mother, the Dowager Duchess. Garrick has been running his Duchy for a few years, alone, with the exception of a few tussles under the sheets. Since he isn't completely opposed to the idea of marriage, he agrees, but no one has sparked his interest. That is until his married sister, Lady Victoria visits with her husband, the Viscount, and Garrick lays eyes on her lady's maid. Estelle Morrow Blythe has spent her life in service of others. Though she feels lucky that her ladies have been mostly kind, and Lady Victoria treats her like a friend as much as she can, her life as a lady's maid has always been a bitter pill she had to swallow. Then she travels with Lady and Lord Thompson to stay with the Duke of Windstrom. The way he looks at Estelle makes her feel nothing she's ever felt before, but there is no way a lady's maid like her could ever be with a Duke. And she had heard much about this one... When fleeting touches and heated glances stoke the fire between them, Garrick and Estelle will have to decide if they can stand together in the face of society, or if they'll let it all crash and burn.

Aerasume is from a small primitive village on the planet Fleekopolis. Many fled there after the fall of Earth. She's simple, humble and sweet but her village shun her for something that was not her fault. King Aeason is the Elven king. He runs the whole North side of the planet. His kingdom lives in modern times like old earth. He's very powerful and cruel. He travels to Aerasume's village, threaten to kill her friend and make her his mistress. He then subjects her to pain, abuse and rape, but all Aerasume wants is to be loved and have a family, but King Aeason is already promise to another. Sample:: King Aeason said, " I hear the dark ones have tough skin that an arrow can't even pierce it." " Your majesty can you please be nice to me," I said on a sob. He starts to circle me like a predator, " now why would I do that, I would love to test the arrow theory." " Your majesty please!!!." " On the bed. Now!!!, he growls. I sob as I walk to the bed. This only a sample. Full book is on Amazon and Google Books. Link below. https://play.google.com/store/books/details/S_C_Lark_Elven_King_s_Mistress?id=s2BaEAAAQBAJ https://www.amazon.com/Elven-Kings-Mistress-Dark-Romance-ebook/dp/B09BNYF6F4/ref=mp_s_a_1_3?dchild=1&keywords=the+elven+king%27s+mistress&qid=1628432914&sr=8-3

I froze. A man was slumped against the graffiti-covered brick wall, blood blooming across his side. His white shirt was soaked through, and there was a gun just inches from his open hand. My heart slammed against my ribs. Run, Skye. You should run. But I didn't. Instead, I dropped my bag and took a cautious step closer. His head lifted. Piercing, icy blue eyes met mine, sharp even through the haze of pain. His face was all sharp edges and shadowed scruff, blood trailing from the corner of his mouth. His accent was thick and rough, like broken glass. "Leave." I shook my head slowly. "You're bleeding. Bad." "Not your concern." His voice was lethal, but he flinched hard when he tried to move. "You're gonna die out here," I whispered, kneeling beside him. My hands trembled as I pressed a napkin from my apron against his side. "I'm studying to be a nurse. Let me help." He stared at me like I was something he couldn't comprehend. A stranger. A softness he didn't trust. Then his hand, heavy and warm, clamped around my wrist-not rough, but firm. "What's your name?" he rasped. "...Skye." A beat passed. Then another. "I am Mikhail." His eyes darkened. "And you shouldn't have found me."

When Lunden begins her Junior year of college, her new course The Making of Monsters Intrigues her. But what she never expected was herself to be the main subject of the class. Though known as your regular introvert, Lunden has different tastes in extracurricular activities. So when they are studying the new serial killer in the city, she finds herself studying her own case. But what happens when her professor finds her Interest too peaked? And what will she do when she feels him catching on? Please note that this book is purely a work of fiction. All rights reserved.

𝐇𝐞'𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐩𝐢𝐬𝐭. 𝐒𝐡𝐞'𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐛𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐧'𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐬𝐭. Dr. Volkov, a popular psychologist starts treating a damaged young woman, Leona Winters. The line between patient and lover blurs quickly. But when she uncovers the darkness he's been hiding and tries to walk away, he makes sure she never gets the chance.

London, 1800s. The capital buzzes with anticipation. After years abroad, the young prince has returned-handsome, arrogant, and at the ripe age of twenty-two. With the royal bloodline on everyone's mind, the court demands a queen, and a dazzling debutante ball is summoned to find her. As the daughters of nobility scramble for silks, rouge, and powdered curls, one young woman stands apart. Arabella, a clever, sharp-tongued nurse from humble roots, has no dreams of tiaras or titles. But when her mother-renowned for her pastries-is summoned to bake for the palace, Arabella agrees to help, unable to let her family miss out on the generous royal coin. It was supposed to be simple. Bake. Serve. Leave. Until one accidental moment... And one entitled, self-serving prince... Throws Arabella into a scandal neither of them saw coming. In a world ruled by etiquette, wealth, and secrets, what begins as an unfortunate mishap might just set the stage not only romance- but murder, heartache and treatury.

*WARNING! This story contains mature content.* When her boyfriend cheats on her, Rory Warren moves to a new flat. She gets a flatmate who becomes a very good friend of her. But that flatmate has a very sexy, very charming and very wealthy brother who turns Rory's world upside down. Rory is a weak woman. Braden Campbell makes her even weaker. He's a controlling businessman and a perfect definition of a womanizer. He doesn't do relationships. His past has taught him to be tough, unforgiving and cold. He doesn't have a word 'commitment' in his dictionary. He works hard. He fucks even harder. Rory and Braden make a pact, an arrangement. They want to stick to it, follow their rules. But one can only bear so much before bursting. It's a game of two and the rule is simple: if one of them falls in love, it's game over. This is not a story about a perfect relationship. It's a story where a man wants it all and a woman who gives it all to him. Game on, people! Or is it really just a game? Only time will tell. Tick-tock

Alessandro Galanti, a mafia boss who has his eye set on Aria Stone. And he'll stop at nothing until she is his.