All knew about the Silver Lady. The beloved ex fae queen who was rejected and casted away along with her daughters by her second chance mate after being together for a mere two centuries for not being able to bear him a male heir. While the fae were enraged by this, Astrid simply accepted the rejection and her crown taken from her before she went to the human realm where she has lived for the past seven years with her girls. Getting by, by running a shop. Selling herbs and potions. Her life at the edge of the city of iron was quiet. Even peaceful. Something Astrid never thought was possible for someone like her. But her peaceful life gets shaken when the gods decide gave her another mate. An annoying blond wolf pup centuries younger than herself. A pup who won't leave Astrid alone no matter how much the woman pushes the girl away.

One choice: cuff the serial killer she's vowed to stop, or let the woman she's vowed to marry get away with murder. **** New York has a new angel of death. "The Magistrate" is back, serving poetic, brutal justice to those the law failed to punish. For Detective Alex Lopez, it's the case that will make her career - if it doesn't break her first. Her only solace is Zelda Forbes: brilliant, beautiful, and the only person who makes the city's darkness feel like home. But as the killer's taunts become unnervingly personal, Alex uncovers a truth that shatters her world. The monster she's hunting has been in her bed all along. Trapped between her duty and a love that feels like damnation, Alex must deliver the final verdict. Will she read her future wife her rights, or will she help her write the next murder?

Princess Yasmin's hand caught my chin. Then- Her lips crashed onto mine. My eyes snapped open. The cold sweetness of the nectar mingled with warmth - hers, mine, impossible to tell anymore. Her mouth coaxed mine open further, taking back what I had stolen. Slowly. Thoroughly. Not a rush. A reclamation. Her lips moved with such control it made my knees weaken. It wasn't just a kiss - it was a statement. You don't win against me. My body tensed, trapped between wall and woman - royalty and rebellion. Her fingers slowly slid from my jaw then to my throat, brushing the skin there like she owned it. Her other hand planted firmly beside my head, holding me there, commanding. I didn't resist. I couldn't. Every movement of her lips was deliberate - drawing out the flavor, the heat, the punishment. She didn't let a single drop escape. I melted into her kiss. Or maybe I burned. Her tongue flicked the roof of my mouth. She tasted the last hint of sweetness and didn't stop. I let out a muffled sound - somewhere between a gasp and a groan. She finally pulled back, barely an inch, breath grazing my lips. Her chest rose and fell against mine, both of us unsteady, caught in the aftermath. "You think you're clever," she whispered, her voice husky, her eyes darkened in a way I'd never seen before. I blinked, still stunned, lips parted. "You're not," she said, lips brushing mine again - featherlight. Then she stepped away. Just like that. Back straight, chin high - as if nothing had just happened. "Next time," she said, voice cold again, "touch my dessert, and I won't stop at your lips." Story Description: The Shadow Reaper - born of vengeance, trained to kill, untouched by mercy. Until she meets Princess Yasmin - beautiful, calculating, and dangerously in control. A cold-blooded assassin and a calculating princess collide in a battle of power, desire, and control-where every kiss is a challenge and surrender is the deadliest sin.

My father was a fisherman. My mother was a whore. I was a product of my environment. I grew up in a small town, along the seaside. Everyone knew everyone, and nothing was ever private. It was like having one big, nosy family. So when I nearly drowned and was saved by not one, but three, mysterious women, you can imagine that it was the talk of the town. Father claims that they were mermaids. I claim that he's a mad man. On an unrelated note, three beautiful women just moved into town...

🌙 Silk and Steel 🌙 A sapphic forbidden fantasy romance A princess raised in silk. A knight sworn to steel. A desire that was never supposed to exist. Elyssa is wrapped in silk and destiny-traded like a crown jewel across dangerous lands. Thale is steel and restraint-her masked protector, unyielding, untouchable, and hiding far more than her face. But hunger doesn't respect vows. And secrets burn hotter in the dark. As tension tightens and armor begins to crack, Elyssa discovers that the greatest danger isn't the road ahead-it's wanting the woman sworn to deliver her to another's bed. Forbidden. Sapphic. Slow-burn and devastating. Some love stories are worth breaking kingdoms for. ✨ 🔞 18+ CONTENT WARNING 🔞 This story is intended for adult readers only. It contains explicit themes, sexual tension, sapphic romance, power dynamics, dark fantasy elements, and mature emotional content. If you are under 18, please do not read.

Elowen, a young demon-elf healer, arrives in Venice to help the wounded after a series of brutal attacks. What she doesn't know is that she's walked straight into the territory of Seraphina- the ancient, ruthless Demon Queen who rules the region from behind the disguise of a holy church. The moment Seraphina scents her, obsession takes root. Light steps into the domain of shadow... and shadows do not let go.

"𝐇𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐨𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐥𝐚𝐩," 𝐑𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐧𝐚 𝐦𝐮𝐫𝐦𝐮𝐫𝐞𝐝. "𝐋𝐢𝐟𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐬𝐤𝐢𝐫𝐭," 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐝. 𝐖𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐮𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐲 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬, 𝐓𝐚𝐦𝐳𝐢𝐧 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐰 𝐢𝐭 𝐮𝐩𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐝, 𝐬𝐥𝐨𝐰 𝐞𝐧𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧. 𝐑𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐧𝐚 𝐡𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐝 𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐞𝐭𝐥𝐲, 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐯𝐚𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝. "𝐆𝐨𝐨𝐝," 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐝. "𝐍𝐨𝐰, 𝐩𝐚𝐬𝐬 𝐢𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐞." 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐝 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟, 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐭𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐞𝐬. 𝐓𝐚𝐦𝐳𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝, 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐝, 𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐰𝐨 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐑𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐧𝐚 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐝 𝐰𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐩𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦. 𝐑𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐧𝐚'𝐬 𝐬𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐥𝐨𝐰, 𝐮𝐧𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐲 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞𝐝. "𝐆𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥," 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐮𝐫𝐦𝐮𝐫𝐞𝐝.

Donovan Prestige

Eloise grew up in the shadows of an illegal organization - trained, shaped, and scarred into the perfect weapon. Known for her temper and defiance, she was always the rebel among soldiers, the flame that refused to die out no matter how much they tried to break her. But when Cassandra - the cold, calculating leader of the organization - chooses Eloise as her Chosen, everything changes. Whether it's out of spite, fascination, or the desire to mold her into something unrecognizable, Cassandra turns Eloise's rebellion into a game. A dangerous game of power and control. Of loyalty and obsession. Of love that burns as much as it destroys. Because in a world built on violence and lies, being Chosen doesn't mean being saved. It means being owned. And Eloise is about to learn that even the strongest flames can be trapped in glass. - a new whole different ride my lovelies a/n

This is book one of the grand Devil series!!!!! : : : Book 1: Full Throttled Book 2: Rough Ride Book 3: Crash : : : I didn't stop until I was dangling over the side, looking down. My stomach dropped as I realized just how far the ground was below me. "That's not a nice thing to do." My legs froze, and I felt my heart grappled as Felix's voice reached me. Slowly, I turned my head, even though I was in a complicated, precarious situation, I still wanted to see her. She was leaning casually on her bike, a puff of smoke meandering from her mouth. At first, I thought it was fog, but then the wind carried the distinct scent of weed. Hmm. I wanted some of that. It wasn't like it was a hard drug-I just wanted to feel something different, live a little. She took another drag....