She was supposed to be the easiest thing he'd ever ruined. They usually were. After all, it was the only language he'd ever been taught. Make them afraid. Make them listen. Force them to break. But she didn't break the way he expected. He was never supposed to want a girl like her. Yet she possessed a devastating habit of making the impossible actually matter. And he had spent his whole life slaughtering anything that did. ༻❁༺ Liora Solís was always too soft for her own good, a girl obsessed with a word she didn't even get to experience herself: Freedom. She believed it was her birthright to fight for others, spending her whole life doing so, acting as a shield for the defenseless while secretly choking inside her own hyper-sheltered life. She just never realized she'd end up begging for her own. To anyone looking in from the outside, she was just your average, everyday college student who followed all the rules and never stepped out of line-a naive girl who honestly thought monsters only lived in fairytales until she stumbled straight into the path of a real one. A single, devastating misstep. Talk about a twisted tale. The very girl who dreamed of liberating others is suddenly stripped of her choices, trapped in a forced marriage with the Angel of Death. Valen Azrael Duarte. Los Angeles's inescapable monster. A tattooed, lawless god with dark, captivating eyes, so full of secrets. Secrets that should have stayed buried. His. Hers. Her father's. He feels nothing, but wants everything, especially revenge served cold. Until he wants her even more. A tale of obsession so twisted and consuming that it turns into fate, and betrayal becomes the one thing that'll tear their lives apart because Azrael isn't a myth. Azrael is destiny. And Liora Solís is the one name he was never meant to spare.

"Just let me take care of you," Alexander says as his hand moves across my thigh, his legs holding me in place on the couch. "I can't, it's too much-" I go to move his hand, but another set of hands stop mine. The rings and veins make it obvious who it is. "Enzo, please," I whine quietly. "Be a good girl and sit still. You need a release, baby. Do you want us to make you cum, or Vince?" It was then that I look over to the armchair in the corner, a silent set of eyes sweeping along my body before raising to my eyes. Vince. _________________________________ Ellie Taylor was strong. A 20-year-old college student with two full time jobs and being forced to take care of her younger brother, Eddie, it was fair to say that she was exhausted. She needed someone to take care of her, but would she let anyone in long enough to take control? The A.V.E Brothers. Not actually brothers, but business partners and friends. Alexander Marcello, the professor. Enzo Romano, the CEO. Vince Grey, the Bodyguard. They were bored of their easy and lonely lifestyle, and needed to have a challenge; something new. They craved control. Would they be able to keep someone around long enough to relinquish their control?

Ivy Bright has always believed that a smile can fix anything - even when life keeps proving her wrong. Stuck in a cold mansion with a neglectful mother and a cruel stepfather, she scrubs floors and hides her pain behind a cheerful mask, convinced that kindness is the only thing she has left to give. But everything changes when five strangers arrive, their presence dark and commanding. The Vitalo brothers - Massimo, Declan, Zayn, Jaxon, and Vale - have come to reclaim what's rightfully theirs. They expected to find their father living off their late mother's fortune. What they didn't expect was Ivy. She's not their blood, yet something about her stirs a long-buried instinct to protect. Hardened by loss and betrayal, the brothers have forgotten what softness feels like... until they see the girl with the unbreakable smile. They came for vengeance. They met her. But can Ivy's light survive their darkness? Or will the shadows that cling to the Vitalo brothers consume her, too?

𝐂𝐄𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐄 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐀𝐋𝐄𝐒, renowned CEO and entrepreneur. Ruthlessness was all she knew after her first love disappeared without a trace. Worst of it all was she was carrying his child, who turned out to be more of a blessing than a curse. Celeste worked her way around the single mother life and built an empire at the feet of her daughter. As time passed over, she never anticipated the return of her lover, the father of her daughter. Does he deserve a second chance? Will Celeste ever forgive him for leaving? 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐄𝐎 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐎𝐗𝐄𝐑

"From today onwards, Ares will be responsible for your security." Haven froze. Lucifer's voice was final, unwavering. She knew that tone. Knew there was no room for negotiation. Her grip tightened around the glass in her hand. "I don't need a bodyguard." Lucifer's stare was ice. "You don't get a choice in this matter Vida." She scoffed. "You expect me to let him follow me around like a damn shadow?" Ares stood by the doorway, silent, dark, and completely uninterested. The dim lighting cast sharp edges across his face-expression unreadable, stance lethal. "You think I want this?" he muttered, voice low, detached. "So stay out of trouble, and I won't have to babysit you." Haven turned to him, fury igniting like gasoline meeting fire. "Babysit? Cute. I didn't know Lucifer's lapdog could talk." Ares barely spared her a glance. "Talk back to me again, and I'll show you what else I can do." Lucifer sighed, rubbing his temples. "Enough. Haven, Ares will be your bodyguard until we find someone more... tolerable." Ares scoffed. "Don't bother. No one would last a week with her." Haven's lips curled into a slow, wicked smirk. "Then let's make sure you don't last a week either, shall we?" For the first time, Ares actually looked at her. Long. Cold. Assessing. And then, he smirked too. "Try me, fiera." Her pulse jumped at the name. Fiera. Little fire. --- Upcoming - JUNE 2025

"No-please-don't do this!" Seraphina sobbed, her voice cracking as she clung to her eldest brother's wrist. "I-I'll be good. I'll do whatever you say, just don't-" A sharp crack echoed through the room as his palm struck her cheek, sending her crashing to the marble floor. Pain exploded across her skin, but it was nothing compared to the terror clawing at her chest. From above, his voice was cold. Unmoved. "You will marry him." She shook her head wildly, crawling backward until her spine hit the wall. "He's a monster," she whispered, her breath shuddering. "He's not human. Please, don't make me do this. I'll die." Her second brother crouched in front of her, grabbing her chin roughly, forcing her to look at him. His lips curled, eyes void of warmth. "Then die." Her breath hitched. "But you will die as his wife." The door behind them creaked open. Heavy footsteps. Her father stepped inside, his expression unreadable. "Lock her in this room," he ordered. "She will not step out until her wedding day." Sera thrashed as hands seized her, dragging her toward the massive iron doors. "No! Please-Father, please!" But he didn't even look at her. The last thing she saw before the door slammed shut was her brothers standing side by side, indifferent as she was thrown into a fate worse than death. Then darkness. And the only thing left was the suffocating truth. She was a sacrifice. A bride to the Sinister, a devil himself. #A STANDALONE BOOK

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