Novel Description The apocalypse stole everything from Su Yueran. Her parents died protecting her. Her friends betrayed her. The man who loved her gave his life so she and their six-month-old twins could escape. In the end, she was murdered by the very people she had trusted. When she opens her eyes again, she has returned to 2021, months before the end of the world. This time, she won't waste her second chance. With the mysterious BIO-8 Survival System, knowledge of the future, and the support of Gu Chenxiao, she begins building Fortress Zero-the strongest underground sanctuary on Earth. While the world laughs at her preparations, she quietly stockpiles billions worth of supplies, recruits the people she trusts, and trains for the coming disaster. As earthquakes shake the earth, the climate spirals out of control, and civilization slowly collapses, humanity's greatest enemy isn't the apocalypse... It's human greed. This life, Su Yueran has only one promise: > "I couldn't save everyone in my last life. This time, I will protect my family, no matter the cost."

+18 Igor patted his thigh-slow, deliberate. "Come here," he said, voice thick with amusement. "Sit on my lap. You look tense." Etta stood her ground, she didn't want him to win. His smirk deepened "You want to see what happens when I ask again?" **** When Etta agrees to a spontaneous trip to Russia with her best friend, she expects snow, sightseeing, and maybe a little adventure-not to be hunted down by a brooding, relentless police officer with icy dark grey eyes and a claim that burns. Igor doesn't ask. He takes. And from the moment he sees her... she's his. WARNING: This story contains dark themes, obsession, NASTY sexual scenes, Reader discretion is advised.

He broke her door down in the dead of a Moscow winter. Five months ago, Vanity walked out of Alexei Petrovich's penthouse with their newborn son and didn't look back. She hasn't had to. Until tonight. He arrives furious, exhausted, and looking at their son like he's been starving for the sight of both of them. Vanity knows better than to trust him. She also knows better than to trust herself around him. Because Alexei was never just a man. He was a world - wealth, control, obsession, and the quiet violence behind the Petrovich name. His family is powerful, secretive, and operates by rules she was never supposed to read. Once she lets him back into her life, leaving again may cost more than heartbreak. A novel about love, possession, and the dangerous comfort of going back. Contains explicit sexual content, possessive dynamics, past infidelity, emotional control, and allusions to organised crime. For adult readers. I write women who survive the men they love. It's Always Cold in Moscow is a standalone adult romance drama in The Vanity Sedoc Books. -V #2 interracial romance #5 Steamy #4 Moscow #3 Motherhood

W H I T E O U T ❅ The contract was simple: Two weeks. Two hundred grand. Don't fall in love. For 𝑱𝒐𝒆𝒍𝒍𝒆 𝑩𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒆, it's a desperate bid to survive her debt. For 𝑯𝒂𝒅𝒓𝒊𝒂𝒏 𝑺𝒊𝒏𝒄𝒍𝒂𝒊𝒓, the cold heir to a billion-dollar empire, it's just business. Play the adoring girlfriend for his family's winter retreat, take the money, and leave. Then a blizzard hits. Stranded entirely alone in a remote mountain estate, the icy boundaries between them melt into a bruising, suffocating heat. But when the snow clears and the contract expires, Joelle quickly learns a terrifying truth: Hadrian Sinclair doesn't let go of what's his. The phone lines are cut. The snowplow is sabotaged. The doors are locked. The blizzard is over, but Joelle's nightmare is just beginning. Because the only thing more dangerous than a man with a frozen heart, is the monster that wakes up when it thaws. ❅ "The contract has expired, Hadrian. The roads are clear. Let me go." His pale eyes dropped to my lips, his thumb tracing the pulse racing at my throat. "What roads, Joelle? It's still snowing. We're snowed in. We'll be snowed in forever."

"You belong to us." Arden's thrusts become more urgent, his hands gripping my hips while Silas' hands explore my flushed skin. "Say it again," he demands, his voice rough with need. "I belong to you!" I cry out, the pleasure building to an unbearable peak. Valencia has always lived on the edge, fleeing from one place to another. When she finally escapes her toxic ex, she finds refuge in a luxurious penthouse shared with two dangerously sexy men. Life feels blissful, until dark secrets emerge. Can Valencia trust the men who ignite a fire within her, or will she succumb to the weight of betrayal? warning: •polyamory •mature scenes (18+) •whirlwind romance

Without warning, I reached down and gave her ass a hard smack. "That's for spray painting my car," I said. Her breath hitched, and she bit her lip, trying to suppress a smile. "You're such a caveman." "Caveman? How about this?" I said, smacking her ass again, harder this time. She moaned, and I could feel her responding to me, her body betraying her defiance. 𝐄𝐒𝐌𝐄 I was raised to be perfect. The golden girl. The Kensington princess. Sheltered. Untouched. A good girl with a silver spoon and a diamond crown. But then there's 𝐂𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐛 𝐅𝐞𝐫𝐠𝐮𝐬𝐬𝐨𝐧. My stepbrother. My brother's enemy. A man carved from sin, wrapped in arrogance, and dipped in ink. He doesn't ask. He takes. He doesn't chase. He owns. And when he touches me? It's not gentle. It's filthy. It's wrong. I should run. I should hate him. But when he says my name, low and dark, I don't think about stopping. I think about how deep I can fall. Because Caleb isn't just my first sin. He's the one I'll never escape. 𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐄𝐁 She was born with a silver spoon in her mouth. And I was the bastard here to tarnish it. 𝐄𝐬𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐥𝐝𝐚 𝐊𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐭𝐨𝐧. Mummy's little princess. The golden girl. The one thing in this world I was never supposed to touch. But I don't follow rules. I break them. And Esme? She was made to be ruined. Soft lips. Delicate curves. A body that begs for my hands. She's innocent, but not with me. I'm dragging her into the dark, making her dirty, making her mine. She thinks she can survive me. Thinks she can walk away untouched. But Esmeralda? She belongs to me. 𝙏𝙝𝙚𝙮'𝙧𝙚 𝙚𝙖𝙘𝙝 𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧'𝙨 𝙘𝙧𝙖𝙫𝙞𝙣𝙜. 𝘚𝘰𝘧𝘵 𝘵𝘦𝘮𝘱𝘵𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯. 𝘙𝘢𝘸 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯. 𝘚𝘪𝘯𝘯𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘵.

She's used to being the punchline. He's ready to burn down the theater. Journee Doyle has perfected the art of invisibility. As a plus-size woman in a world obsessed with size zero, she knows her role: be the funny friend, the hard worker, and the one who takes every insult with a smile. By day, she's a ghost. By night, she waits tables at the prestigious Nocturne Crown Hotel, serving Manhattan's elite while trying to forget she exists. Until the night she can't. A backhanded compliment from a billionaire guest and a "clumsy" spill of red wine by a jealous waitress leave Journee humiliated in a room full of people who refuse to look her in the eye. She flees, thinking it's just another scar to hide. She's wrong. Someone was looking. Andrés Morales-the elusive, ruthless CEO of the Nocturne Crown empire. A man who rules New York from the shadows. To him, Journee isn't invisible. She is inevitable. Andrés saw the insult. He saw the tears she tried to hide. And when he rewinds the security tape, his fascination snaps into a dark, primal obsession. He doesn't just want to comfort her; he wants to ruin anyone who ever made her feel small. When a custom gown arrives at her doorstep, sent to an unlisted address, Journee realizes this is no fairy tale. It's a hunt. She thinks he's playing a cruel game. She thinks a man like him could never want a woman like her. So she runs. But she's forgetting one thing: Andrés Morales owns the city. And he loves a chase. He doesn't want her to fit into his world. He's reshaping the world to fit her.

She feared him more than anything-until he became the only place she felt safe. After escaping years of abuse, Lina found a fragile kind of peace scrubbing floors in a mercenary's mansion. Quiet, invisible, and broken, she kept her head down and her voice lower. Especially around him. Killian. He kills for a living. He is a powerful, cold-blooded mercenary, a wealthy man who built his empire off blood, fear. He owns a powerful private military company that operates in the shadows, answering only to the highest bidders. He commands killers, closes deals, and never makes mistakes. Until her. A glance. A flinch. A wound she tried to hide. And suddenly, he was watching her closely. Quietly. Like she was a puzzle he didn't mean to touch... but couldn't stop obsessing over. Killian: "You blush like that again, and I swear I'll pin you against this wall just to see how deep it goes." He didn't know how to be soft. She didn't know how to be wanted. But in a house full of violence, he saw her. And he started to change. And soon, she was everywhere in his mind.

He says he'd burn the world for her. She never expected him to mean it. Evelyn thought she knew what danger looked like-cold, sharp, and far away. Not quiet hands brushing her hair behind her ear. Not a voice that could break her with one whisper. Damien Blackwell is power, secrets, and obsession wrapped in a tailored suit. Everyone fears him. She should, too. But instead, she finds herself drawn to him-captivated by the way he softens only for her. Until the lies start unraveling. A stalker. A warning. A photo soaked in blood and truth. Now, Evelyn is forced to question everything-how much Damien has protected her... and how much he's destroyed to keep her. But loving a man like him comes at a cost. And she's already in too deep to run. "I don't care if you hate me. Just let me hold you while you fall apart." • Obsession doesn't always look like madness-sometimes, it looks like love. • He'd kill to protect her. He already has. • She became his weakness. And he became her ruin. • In his world, love is possession-and she's his favorite sin. (Currently writing and Editing so the story details can change at anytime. Also this is my first story so please be nice! But I would love some feedback!)

It was said that Yu Hanshen, the sovereign of the illustrious Yu family, was a man of solemn demeanor-upright, austere, and indifferent to women. Si Tong had believed so as well. Even when her heart raced and her face burned under his gaze, she convinced herself it was nothing but her own overactive imagination. After all, he was a decade her senior, a figure of authority, her elder-moreover, the former fiancé of her nephew. Yet, on a fateful night, when the man trapped her in his embrace, his calloused fingers trailing brazenly along her skin, she finally realized-she had stepped into the lion's den. Before meeting Yu Hanshen, Si Tong had been nothing more than an abandoned child, a girl whose father was unknown and whose mother had cast her aside. But after crossing paths with him, she became the cherished treasure of the wealthiest family in the nation. Madam Yu declared, "Tongtong is the beloved daughter-in-law of our family."