WARNING __________ This story is dark. It will contain dark subjects, some of which may be triggering to certain readers. Subjects that may be featured are self-harm, violence and abuse and rape. It may also mention or reference sexual themes and isn't limited to other dark topics. THIS BOOK IS NOT SMUT! There is also swearing and bad language. I AM NOT GLORIFYING THESE TYPES OF RELATIONSHIPS!! READER DISCRETION IS ADVISED! See introduction chapter for more information. DESCRIPTION ______________ Briar's family was taken and locked away as hostages in the dungeons of the Emberson family. It was there she stayed, imprisoned, until she was forced into a marriage that she had no say in. Now Briar can only wish that she was back in her dark, lonely cell because she did not realize that things would get worse for her. So much worse.

Bilhah grew up in the Goddess House, training to be a concubine. Prince January doesn't want a slave girl, but the King is determined he must have one. Can they find happiness despite the brutal expectations of their world? Fantasy romance, inspired by reading/watching too much Dune, Game of Thrones, the Witcher and the Handmaid's Tale. Updates will be sporadic, follow me for notifications. Temporary cover.

"𝐈 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐮𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐭𝐨𝐲." ~ Marriage was never for love-it was for legacy. A strategy. A performance. And for the Lombardis and the Morettis, it was the most calculated, showstopping alliance of the century. Roman Moretti, Don of the La Cosa Nostra, and Angeline Lombardi, only daughter of the French-Italian Mafia Capo, had been betrothed since her birth --matched to unite two empires under one crown. Hidden from the world, Angeline was raised to be the perfect wife. Groomed. Silenced. Controlled. She learned early that one misstep would strip her of everything-including her name. Everyone's first mistake? They underestimated her. Though no one had ever seen her, the world assumed the Lombardi Princess was a polished doll. Quiet. Disposable. Roman saw the marriage as a formality-another calculated step toward total dominance. He had no plans to love her. No plans to live with her. Just a wife on paper, tucked away from him elsewhere, summoned when needed for appearances. But everything changed the moment he saw her walking down the aisle. She was perfection. Untouchable. She would be his ruin, his weakness, his obsession, his motivation. His everything. But what if that had been her plan all along? Not everything buried stays dead. Not every identity is what it seems. In a world where saints become monsters and monsters are worshipped like gods, Angeline must decide what's worth saving: her bloodline, her love, or herself. ~ -HEA -18+ -Romance/mystery/thriller -No Cheating/OWD -DARK ROMANCE "OMYGOSH. This book was immaculate. I could NOT put it down at all. Every chapter was AMAZING, the writing is shakespears work and each chapter made me laugh, smile, cry so much and this whole thing was a rollercoaster of emotions." -@Sunfloweraate8

Club Edge-Book 3 "Sit" He knows, the moment he called for me in his office in that menacing tone, I knew that he found out. I couldn't move my feet because I was frozen with fear. "Do not make me repeat myself. SIT THE FUCK DOWN." I forced myself to move and sat on the chair. "Did you think I wouldn't find out Miss Heard or should I say Miss Williams?" 'I-I don't know what you are saying sir." I knew exactly what he was saying. Even though I was telling myself that I wasn't scared, I was fucking terrified. I only had one chance and somehow I've fucked it up. There was no point in feigning innocence now. If he knows my real name, it means he knows who I am and why I am here. I should apologize and try to get out of this without legal consequences. There's only one thing I can do and I am willing to do it, if it means I'll not end up in jail. I knew that this was a dangerous gamble. If he assumes that I am manipulating him, he'll throw me out of here in a blink but I didn't have any other option so I did it. I went on my knees in front of him lowering my head. "What do you think you are doing?" "Asking for forgiveness." The next I know my hair were in his fist as he made me look up at him. "I do not take traitors as my submissives Miss Williams. I'll see you in court." "Please sir, I'll take whatever punishment you dish out over the legal consequences." "And what makes you think that you are in the position to demand so?" "I am begging not demanding." There were tears in my eyes at this point. I was desperate, so desperate that this seemed an easy out. "If you knew anything about me, you would have never begged me for this." "I know." "Do you? Alright then, you have been warned Elena because I promise that before this night ends, I'll make you regret begging me for a punishment...." This is the third book in Club Edge series and not a standalone. Please read the first books in order to understand this one better. Warning⚠️: 18+/ BDSM

He didn't believe in love, let alone marriage. He just wanted a kid, no strings, no drama. A clean surrogate arrangement, that's all he needed. But then she walked in-with her small bump, so naive, awkward, but gorgeous. She was nothing like he expected. Now he can't stop thinking about her.

It must have been a goddess. That he was sure of. In the middle of those dark ashes, a body was laid down, wrapped in a cape that must have been green before but which was now covered in brown because of the ashes. Her face was strikingly pale, of a rare whiteness, but it was also dirtied by the ashes, hiding her cheeks and forehead. But despite those ashes and these dark smudges, one thing was absolutely certain: she was divine. She had a beautiful face with a straight, small nose, lips that were plump even if they were dry and a bit blue from the cold. Her eyes were closed, but her lashes seemed to be long and thick, resting on her cheeks like she was sleeping peacefuly. But all of those traits were not what attracted the Jarl. What did was the streak of hair that rested on her forehead, which had leaked from her hood. Its color was so unique and uncommon for a girl from this country that Tharn remained fixated on it. It was impossible to decide if this girl was a red-head or a blond. It seemed like the gods had not been able to chose in-between those two hair colors and had to give her the tone in between those two: gold. What a waste for such a heavenly creature to be dead, Tharn thought. Well, was he sure she was dead? After kneeling down, he bent over her, placing his fingers on her throat to check if her heart was still beating and placing his cheek in front of her mouth to see if he could feel a breath against his skin. As faint as it was, a light breeze touched him and a slow beat came under his fingers. She was barely alive, but she still was. A sigh of relief escaped him without him controlling it. He had no idea why he was so glad she was alive, but he was sure of one thing : she was coming back with him, and she would be his.

#1 in Captivity #1 in Secret #1 in Kidnap #1 in Captor Being kidnapped in broad daylight, Cordelia's world has been turned upside down leaving her mind to panic and wonder. ***** Living a simple life, Cordelia Bane works full time as a waitress during her college days and never gave life a second look at certain mysterious areas especially catching the attention of an unknown civilian - a clever male who had his eye on Cordelia for quite some time and decided to claim his wanted prey by kidnapping her in broad daylight. Will Cordelia escape? Or will her captor possess her forever...

I stiffened as his hand slipped down and down further, pushing into my pants. "What are you doing?" I demanded shakily. Max just held onto me from behind, pushing it down until he reached my cliterous. He started stroking. Pleasure swam down below, filling me to my core. I moaned, arching my back. His fingers went down further, slipping inside me. I moaned again, throwing my head forward. He chuckled low, the sound worsening the heat covering me. "You're fucking wet. Look at this." He pulled out his fingers, showing me how they were covered in gloss. I warmed even more at the sight. I dropped my head back to his neck, still moaning. He just nipped my ear. "Are you letting your predator do naughty things with you. Are you a naughty girl, Eve?" I shook my head. I winced, my brows creasing as the warmth of pleasure started boiling. He could clearly tell I was about to come, and he pulled away. I whined in protest, dropping onto the ground when he stepped backward. I then gazed up at him, my breaths hot and heavy. "Eve," his smile was dark, sadistic, "if you want to come, then you have to earn it." (The Sacrifice is a standalone, but it is in the FireNight realm) #1 in "fraternity" on May 21, 2025 #1 in "serialkillerromance" on May 21, 2025

Love doesn't heal. It haunts. Aya thought the worst thing in her life was the man watching her from the shadows. Until he took her. Until she realised the cage he locked her in might feel safer than the world she tried to escape to. Aeon is a monster dressed in patience-a predator with obsession in his veins and Aya in his sights. He's been watching, waiting, needing. And when he finally has her, he's not prepared to let go. Not when the world outside is crueler than anything he could ever do. Not when she runs straight into something worse. Now Aya's bruised, broken, and bleeding in more ways than one. And the man she ran from is the only one who can put her back together-whether she wants him to or not. But love built on fear is still love. And sometimes the only thing more dangerous than a captor... is the girl who survives him.

They took her there. To hide her. To keep their name clean. Amari Vasilia Smilova was never meant to be seen. The second daughter of Russia's most ruthless mafioso, she was always the spare-the shadow behind the golden child. But when she does something that stains the family's perfect image, they don't punish her. They erase her. Alsan Zaydar, the shadow that keeps tabs on her every move. Always watching, always a step too close. He's the reason she disappeared-the reason the cameras never stop recording. The boy who used to torment her is now a man-powerful, secretive, and quietly obsessed. He says it's protection. But it feels like possession. And he might be the only one who can't let her go. They tried to bury her. They forgot she was a fuse. And someone just lit the match