​"I was their little bird in a gilded cage. But birds eventually grow wings... and I want to fly straight into the fire." ​Eleven years ago, Paisley was a terrified child cornered by a pack of wolves in the freezing Blackwood Forest. She should have died that night. Instead, she was claimed. ​Saved by two teenage vampires-the stoic, regal Kaelen and the lethal, rebellious Cyprian-Paisley was whisked away to a world of shadows and silk. They became her protectors, her teachers, and her entire world. They raised her behind locked gates, shielding her from the monsters outside, while fighting the growing monsters within themselves. ​Now, Paisley is eighteen. The transition from "ward" to "woman" has set the manor's air on fire. ​The boundaries are blurring. The protective touches are turning into possessive grips. Kaelen and Cyprian have spent a decade waiting for her to come of age, and they have no intention of letting her choose between them. ​In a world where blood is life and desire is eternal, Paisley must decide if she's ready to stop being their secret-and start being their queen.

"If you look anymore perfect, I will lock you up in my room And I assure you, you won't be able to walk for days after that." It was every girl's dream to marry the Prince, to become a Queen. Not hers. All she ever wanted was a simple life and her mother well again. But with a ban on redheads and an entanglement with the Prince and Duke, jealousy and envy set in the hearts of other maidens. Who does she think she is? If only they knew what she truly desired. An unexpected meeting A failed plan A mere infatuation A growing obsession A forbidden love Life has never been the same since that night. Lies, jealousy, secrets and regrets. If only she knew... She was a Queen in the making, a strong woman.

**ON HIATUS** Alicent Hightower died in 133 AC and woke up from a bad dream. Only that it was not a bad dream, but rather her past life. Determined, Alicent wishes to avoid the Dance of Dragons and the heartbreak her father, Otto Hightower, inflicted upon her life and that of her children. But the timelines have changed. Viserys is not named heir. Aemma is sicker than before. The Old King and the Good Queen are alive. All credit goes to George R.R. Martin. This story is different from the original, although most characters are the ones from HOTD. How can Alicent stop the Dance of Dragons now? Will war come or peace will follow? Surprisingly, the Alicent Hightower she was born into, is no mere Hightower, but the great-great-granddaughter of Ceryse Hightower, with the blood of Maegor the Curel running through her veins. All credit goes to George R.R. Martin. This story is different from the original, although most characters are the ones from canon.

𝘍𝘰𝘳𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘓𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘪𝘯 𝘏𝘦𝘳 𝘖𝘸𝘯 𝘏𝘦𝘢𝘥. 𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘪𝘤𝘦𝘥. She doesn't speak much. Not when they call her names. Not when they shove her in the corridors. Not even when the walls of her childhood home echo with control and silence. Her mind is a maze of noise-fractured thoughts, brilliant observations, aching loneliness. She's always drifting, always zoning out. A Slytherin by blood, not by heart. But then he looks at her. Tom Riddle, polished perfection with a predator's smile. He sees the quiet chaos beneath her stillness. And he doesn't look away. Set in a dark, poetic Hogwarts steeped in secrets and shadows, this is a heavy slow burn tale of two broken minds that mirror each other-one lost in silence, the other obsessed with control. She is the one thing he cannot possess. And the only thing he might never understand. 𝘈 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘺 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘧𝘪𝘵𝘴, 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘦𝘵, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘢 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘴𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘵𝘢𝘨𝘦𝘴 𝘪𝘵𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧 𝘣𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘵 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘮.

The gates neared, and I exhaled, ready to step into safety. Then my door was wrenched open. A hand-cold, certain-dragged me out before I could speak. Tom Riddle. My driver, blank-eyed, turned the wheel and drove away under his spell. My car, my escape, vanished, leaving me caged in his shadow. "Leave me, Tom!" I spat, trying to twist free. He only drew me closer, his arms like iron. "No. I'm enjoying this far too much." His voice was low, threaded with amusement and hunger. "What's wrong with you? Why are you back in my life?" "My problem is you," he hissed. "Without you, I suffocate. With you ignoring me, I want to kill. And tonight-laughing with Slovaski, dancing-what did you want to prove?" Anger flared hot. "So what if I laughed with him? Who are you to judge me?" His grip crushed tighter. "I am the one who decides, because you are mine. Bound to me until eternity. Not even death will take you." "I am not yours," I snapped. "Not now, not ever. I would never bind myself to a monster who lost his humanity long ago. Stay away from me." For a breath, silence. Then his mouth crashed onto mine, fierce, brutal, a kiss that scarred. I fought, nails scraping, but he devoured me, pulling back only to whisper, ragged, "You are mine." His teeth sank into my neck; a broken gasp escaped me. He soothed the bite with soft, mocking kisses. At last, he stepped away, triumphant, eyes gleaming. "This is proof," he murmured. "Your body knows who it belongs to." Sliding into his car, he left me standing in the gravel, shaking with fury, his mark burning into my skin.

"Why do we always fuck after an argument?" She asked "Cuz I love to be inside that heated up pussy of yours." He casually replied. __________________________________________ [Book 1 of "The Ruinous Chronicles " ] SLOW UPDATES!

SMUT WARNING!! : This book isn't sweet romance. It's filthy, raw and unapologetically dark. Expect: *Three brothers who don't know the meaning of gentle.* *A heroine who moans even when she swears she won't.* *Fingers, tongues, and cocks where she least expects them.* ~~~♠~~~ "Spread wider, Angel," Zane growled against my ear, his fingers ruthless between my thighs. Ziven's c*ck shoved deep down my throat, hot, thick and massive. "Right there. Open up and take it like the filthy tease you've been." And behind me, Zarek drove into me deeper, pounding and claiming every inch. "Feel that? Dripping wet. Doesn't matter how hard I pound-she'll still take more. She's fucking built for it. Our cocks." I begged desperately- clenching, gushing, and trembling through every thrust and claim. I never thought I'd crave this- three brothers who claimed me, ruined me, and made me beg for more. But I do. God, I do. My name is Zayla Everly Hollis. I died the night I married Lugard Blade. He broke me and killed me. But fate brought me back. Given a second chance, I ran. Straight into the arms of the three most powerful men in Chicago. THE MADDOX BROTHERS. Ziven. Commanding, brilliant, and dangerous with a keyboard. Zarek. Cold, ruthless, and sharp as glass. Zane. Charming, wicked, and heartbreak in human form. They offered me safety. Then they became my obsession. Now they're my only protection from the monster I once called husband. But with three billionaires wanting one broken girl, hearts will shatter. And when the past comes knocking... I'll have to choose between revenge-and the triplets who made me feel alive again.

"Unless you have your candy to offer there is nothing you can say or do that will allow you to stay here." MFM (A lot of smut) It was the beginning of a new era. But the end of time. Vampires were dying and werewolves were getting slaughtered. Packs were disappearing and clans were destroyed. The once immortal beings were running for their lives, protecting themselves and saving what was left of them. A curse was placed upon all of us. We were marked, by the dark creature that was soon coming to wipe us all away, one by one. The only shelter I could find after running for months was in a small town in the north where the dark creature never intended on coming as the sun never left. But to my bad luck, the town was ruled by two merciless and heartless brothers who called repeatedly claimed themselves as Alphas. 18+ only. Explicit scenes included.

"At least I am a whore to a respectable man and not a monster like you!" "Monster? Is that what you still think me to be?" There was a smirk on his lips as he brought his face closer, brushing his nose against mine, "Well let me show you how a monster behaves!" The moment his words came out, his hands were on my waist, gripping me and throwing me over his shoulders. I yelled, kicking and throwing my hands but he paid no heed and threw me on the bed. I immediately got on all fours trying to crawl away but he grabbed my ankle forcing me down. "Let me go!" I screamed at him. He didn't comply, instead, I felt him atop my back, our limbs aligning perfectly as he placed a hand on my neck, gripping it softly but still forcing my head to the bed. **** When Princess Fiona is dragged to the kingdom of the fearsome Dragon King, she expects death.
Instead, she speaks a word that shocks even her, mate. But King Octavius wants nothing to do with her.
Not the daughter of a man he believes betrayed his kingdom.
Not a woman who arrives at his doorstep with another man's child.
Not the wolf-blooded girl who dares claim they're fated. He strips her of her crown, brands her a slave, and swears to break her.
Yet, the bond she claimed starts to burn in him too. And the more he pushes her away, the more drawn he becomes to her secrets, her scars, and the forbidden mark she hides. Fiona must protect her child, hide the truth of her power, and survive the ruthless politics of Velmora's court.
But when passion clashes with vengeance, and a forgotten curse awakens, desire might not be enough to save them. In a world of dragons, betrayal, and hidden bloodlines, can a broken king and a fallen princess survive what's coming? #1 in Captive. 22/10/25 #1 in painful 24/09/25 #4 in dragonking 5/09/25 #1 in Evil. 12/11/25 #1 in Mate 6/12/25