Mine and Andrews' relationship wasn't how it should've been. I was trapped and he wouldn't let me out, No matter how hard i tried he always found a way. I was his. TRIGGER WARNINGS! • DOMESTIC ABUSE! • RAPE! • KNIFE USE! • SUICIDE MENTION! • SEXUAL SCENES!

Bound by power. Broken by fate. Reborn in blood. What began as an abduction in New York becomes an empire-spanning reckoning between captor and captive. Kyler, a brilliant young professor and musician, vanishes into the shadows of South America-only to discover that her freedom was never hers to claim. Saddiq Morales, the cold and calculating heir to an international syndicate, orchestrated every step. Their bond defies borders-from the gilded cages of London's elite to the ancestral fortress buried deep in the Romanian mountains. There, amid silence and snow, truths unravel, loyalties fracture, and love becomes the most dangerous weapon of all. When betrayal leads them back to the jungles of South America, what remains between them is no longer innocence or trust-but a soul tie neither time, distance, nor death can sever. Dark. Addictive. Immortal. This is Saddiq and Kyler's story-a love that ruins, resurrects, and redefines what it means to belong to another.

In the darkest corners of obsession, a twisted love story unfolds. A powerful and ruthless man, driven by a fixation that knows no bounds, will stop at nothing to claim and protect the object of his desire. His love is a toxic abyss, consuming everything in its path. He'll kill, maim, and destroy anyone who dares to touch what's his. His possession is all-consuming, his jealousy a raging inferno. She's his fixation, his raison d'être. His every waking moment is spent thinking of her, plotting to keep her safe, and eliminating any threats to their twisted union. And he'll do whatever it takes to keep her by his side... forever. In this dark, erratic , and all-consuming romance, the lines between love and obsession are blurred. Get ready to enter a world where the darkest aspects of human nature reign supreme.

Abandoned by the world and thrust into darkness, Octavia Johnson is on the brink of suffering like never before. The pain? It slices through her like a fleeting shadow, leaving wounds that ache only momentarily. But the betrayal cut deeper. It's etched into her very soul, lurking in the darkest corners of her mind-a relentless reminder of years spent in torment and abuse. The face that haunts her? Seared into her memory, refusing to fade. Alpha Juda. His rejection, though anticipated, heralds a shocking twist that will rattle her to her core. As the moon goddess sets forth her terrifying trials, Octavia must confront her past. Will she emerge victorious, ready to claim her destiny? Can she finally carve out a happily ever after, rising from the ashes of her pain? The journey unfolds, and the stakes have never been higher! Cover credit -@ViaAlyssaNicole (Check out her work! Fantastic) MATURE AUDIENCE ONLY 18++ ⚠️⚠️ book has triggers. Mentions rape, abuse, suicide & violence ⚠️⚠️ 🌶🌶🌶

They say "curiosity killed the cat". I say "naivety killed the flower".

....where only one thing is required: your silence

I lived out of a van and wherever the wheels took me was my home. I danced with drunkards at the local country bar and I smoked cigarettes, staining them with my black cherry lipstick. I always had my head in the clouds, because I was a free spirit; my spirit was pure and I lived one day at a time. I was a lonely poet, constantly seeking for more but failing to put it in the right words. I knew that he was the one for me, from the very moment that I set my eyes on him. He was the kind of man I pictured to take my innocence. His tall and strong build made my small one feel safe around him, as if he were a shield from all the terrible things that the world could throw at me. Those big hands of his, God, I could imagine just the pleasure they could bring to me. The fact that he drank green tea, read the newspaper every dawn, that salt 'n' pepper hair of his, those aged lines on his face- he was like art; to me, he transcended poetry. I wore my emotions on my sleeves and he saw right through me, as he did with every other person. He read me like he did those words on the front page of his newspapers, but I didn't care. I wanted him to be my hero and I wanted to belong to him. I wanted him to take me in his arms and whisk me away, strip me of every bit of innocence even if it ruined me. It's true what they say, 'be careful what you wish for'. I hadn't known that a man like him was no saviour, even though he had warned me, I was in too deep already, too naïve and too in love with what I saw- that I had no idea the ruin that lay ahead as Massimiliano Esposito's woman. Poetry- as it had for all other great poets- led me to my destruction.

I was the daughter of a dirty sheriff and an abused woman. Haedleigh was a small town, which really didn't have much going on, and it was known for its vintage trains. It was the kind of town where everybody knew everybody, your neighbours were practically family and there was only one college in town. Our bars played amateur music from amateur bands who rehearsed in their garages, there was a gas station where trucks would stop for the night and cheap beer cans littered the streets every Saturday and Sunday morning. Haedleigh was the kind of place where kids weren't afraid to play in the streets and more often than not, the elderly would gather every morning, gossiping about whose daughter was spotted with whose son. But even with towns as peaceful as Haedleigh, dirty secrets still lay within the rubble of the scrapyard. The swinging decapitated bodies that hung from the Islesbury Bridge, heads placed on spikes on the front lawn of different homes, and the random gunfire you'd hear in the middle of the night as the people of Haedleigh sat near their radios, in silence. It was all his doing. A man by the name of Salvatore Esposito that people whispered in the confines of their homes with the lights off for fear of the curse that his name carried. Quite honestly, I dismissed the whispers and thought that they were simply rumours. Lord knows how those spread around these parts since people didn't have much to do with their lives, but I suppose I shouldn't have been so naïve. I mean, papa did refer to his corrupt friends as 'the devil'. That should have been warning enough I suppose, but my curiosity would be the death of me...literally. AVAILABLE ON KINDLE!