"You refuse to speak because you think your voice is a curse, Butterfly. A poison that destroys everything it touches. So poison me. Whisper their names, and I will gladly show you how a real monster burns the world to ash just to keep you warm. You think you are trapped in the dark with a psychopath, papillon. You don't realize I am just waiting for your command." - Nikolai de Rivel ____ To Leah, silence is the only armor she has left. Deaf, traumatized, and terrified of physical touch, she just wants to survive Ardencrest University without being seen. When she completely ignores the school's most dangerous French heir on her first day, she thinks she safely avoided a predator. She has no idea she just gave the Reaper Prince a puzzle he is dying to take apart. Behind his polite smiles and lethal elegance, Nikolai de Rivel is an empty-eyed psychopath who demands absolute, psychological control. He doesn't just want to claim her body; he wants to conquer her mind. Leah thinks the campus is naturally parting for her; she doesn't know Nikolai is viciously destroying anyone who steps too close. She thinks she is finally finding peace in the shadows; she doesn't know he is meticulously rewriting her entire reality so she has no choice but to crave his touch. He doesn't want to hide her from the monsters of her past. He wants to drag her into the dark, place her on his lap, and teach her how to rule it. He is the devil. And her rare voice is his trigger. ______ "The Reaper Prince | 18+" is the third book in the Princes of Ardencrest Series. {Can be read as a standalone}

Don Marcello Salvatore does not do mercy. He does not do soft. He has never, in his entire ruthless life, done children. Then his men find a three year old girl sitting alone in a Naples warehouse at two in the morning, no name, no parents, no explanation for how she got there. Just dark curls, steady eyes, and one small hand held out, waiting for someone to take it. He takes it. Six brothers. Three uncles. A house full of cousins, allies, one Spanish mafia capo who falls just as hard as everyone else, and exactly zero people prepared for what one tiny girl is about to do to all of them. Investigator Giulia Ferraro arrives looking for answers nobody in this family has. She finds a little girl already wrapped completely around the coldest men in Italy, and a mystery that goes back further than anyone wants to admit. Some families are built by blood. This one is about to be rebuilt by a three year old who chose them first.

A girl whose silence is her power, whose love is her strength, and whose eyes are her mirror. She once had everything-love, family, and dreams. But one accusation turned her life upside down, sending her away from her family and leaving her lost in darkness, hate, and a hunger for power. Her silence became her strength and her only way to navigate life. Being invisible is something she learned; endurance is something she was taught. Raffaele: "She is your own blood. How can you do this to her?" Danica: "Father, you taught me how not to trust my own blood." Aurelio: "You are not my family." Danica: "What makes you think you are?" Danica: "I was forced to learn silence as my weapon-but don't ever think it isn't deadly enough."

I was the woman he loved. She was the woman he could never refuse. I stopped competing with Veronica the day I understood the truth: Adrian hadn't just let her into our lives, he'd built her a home inside the spaces meant for me. For two years, I was Claire Monroe. The safe and steady one. The woman Adrian Cole never had to worry about because she never made a scene, raised her voice, or asked for more than he was willing to give. Understanding. Patient. Reliable. I wore those words like armor, never realizing they were the very reasons he felt free to look away. And while I stayed quiet, Veronica Steele, the grieving family friend, the woman who wielded her sorrow like a blade, quietly took everything that should have been mine. Not his heart. No. Something worse. His presence. His attention. Every late-night conversation, every cancelled dinner, every moment he chose to be somewhere I wasn't. I learned the cost of that choice on the kitchen floor of our apartment, my body folding in on itself, my appendix rupturing as I whispered his name into a voicemail he wouldn't hear until it was too late. Adrian. Please. I need you. He was with her. Of course he was with her. I survived the surgery. But lying in that hospital bed, staring at the empty chair beside me, I finally understood something I should have known all along: There was no reason left to stay. So I stopped waiting. And only then, only when the door had already closed, did Adrian finally see the truth. But seeing and losing never happen in the right order. "Unfaithful Promise" is the story of a man who realized what he had only after he had nothing left to hold, and a woman who finally decided she would never again be someone's second choice. Some people don't recognize love until they're standing in the ruins of it.

"I, Alpha Kael of the Bloodclaw Pack, formally reject you, Elara, as my mate." I was the invisible Omega who kept his hearth warm and tended his wounds for six years. I was the shadow behind his throne, content to be nothing as long as I was his. But when a stronger Luna arrived-one with armies and wealth-Kael discarded me like a piece of broken glass. "Don't make this difficult, Elara," he sneered. "I'll let you stay in the servant's quarters if you behave." He thought I had nowhere to go. He thought I would crawl back within three days, begging for his mercy. He was wrong. I walked into the deadly Borderlands with nothing but my pride and a blackened silver ring-the only legacy of the Silvermoon Pack he thought he'd destroyed. Three years later, Kael's pack is crumbling. His wolf is dying from the broken bond, and his borders are failing. He's desperate to find the "useless" Omega he threw away. But when he finally tracks me down, he doesn't find a beggar. He finds a Queen sitting on a throne of Moonstones, commanding an army of Rogues that makes his warriors tremble. And standing beside me is Raizel Thorn-the ruthless Rogue King who didn't just claim the mate Kael rejected... he worships her. The Alpha wants his mate back. But the Queen is ready for war.

Her body shivered he could feel the fear in her, and could sense the tears already running down her cheeks. "Are you scared" "Please let me go" she said in a whisper her voice cracked. "Shh.... I haven't done anything yet, there's more to cry for, save your tears cause by the end of the night I promise, you won't have tears to cry with even if you want to". His lips hovered dangerously close to hers, not yet claiming, just tasting the tension. His other hand found her waist, gripping, keeping her against him as though the night itself might try to steal her away. ..... The sheet was stained with crimson. His chest tightened. "If there was blood then......." he turned to have a good look at her. this wasn't the girl,she wasn't the girl that insulted him last night she was different totally different fragile young..... Shock slammed into him, a truth so brutal he could hardly process it. He had taken the wrong one. The wrong girl. Before he could act, Isabella's body gave way. She collapsed off the side of the bed, a broken cry slipping from her lips. Instinct overtook him-he caught her before she hit the floor, his hands firm around her trembling frame. "Are you-are you okay?" His voice was hoarse, unsteady, nothing like the cold arrogance from seconds before. Isabella's tear-streaked face turned toward him, her eyes burning with fury and betrayal. She shoved at his chest with what little strength she had left. "Move away from me, you animal!" ........ a mistake that changed everything. Isabella Dela Cruz was 19 when her life crushed into a complete disaster as a result of a mistake, a mistake he made. RAFA'EL DE LUCA. a ruthless Mafia boss who crushed every soul that crossed his path without mercy. but this time he missed his target, and now they're bonded by fate.

She has been reincarnated as a Luna to an Alpha that despises her. *** ALPHA THORNE met his mate a month ago, and she has already proven her greed, unfaithfulness, and cruelty. He will never love the evil woman but is forced to keep her by his side. When she gets in an accident, he wishes her dead. Little does he know that the moon goddess heard his prayers and made them come true. VICTORIA is a human dying of cancer. As she draws her final breath, she expects peaceful darkness. Instead, she awakens in a healthy werewolf's body. But not just any werewolf. She's a pack Luna. Victoria has been given a new chance at life. A healthy body and a powerful position. But she takes one glance at her leering Alpha and mate, who looks ready to tear her apart, and wonders if she was better off dying from cancer. She wants to escape the cold man but is on an entirely new territory. With no knowledge of the werewolf world, she's forced to live with a mate who despises her for unknown reasons. Her only option is to try and melt the ice in his heart, but this is proven a challenge because he thinks she's still the evil woman who once owned Victoria's body.

My husband was in a terrible accident that required six months of physical therapy. While I stood by him, cheering him on, he was making plans to leave me. For his physical therapist.

Is it better to live in a beautiful lie or the ugly truth? I'm not so sure anymore. Not now after finding myself on the other side of beautiful lies. There was a time I thought I was the one - HIS one. Turns out, I'm only second . . . . . . to her. For readers: *I will update as I please. Don't be rude about it. Thank you. *I do my best to proofread before publishing, but some typos and errors will slip through. Feel free to point them out! *Comments, active engagement, and helpful critiques are welcomed. *Mean, unnecessary comments that attack me, personally, or other commenters will be ignored and deleted. *I'm not a spicey writer. I rather use my word count for plot, character development, and GROVEL!!! *Most importantly, I hope you enjoy the little world I'm creating.