⚠️ This is Book 3 of the Midnight At The Cathedral trilogy and is NOT intended to be read as a standalone. To fully understand Nairobi's journey, please read the previous books first: 🩸 Book 1: Midnight At The Cathedral 👁️ Book 2: Midnight At The Cathedral: House Of Sight ***** She walked into the Cathedral searching for a job. She never expected to uncover a kingdom built on blood, ancient prophecies, and secrets buried for centuries. Now, everything has changed. The truth about Nytheris has finally come to light. The House of Sight has awakened. And after a single night that changed everything, Nairobi is no longer the woman who first stepped through the Cathedral's doors. As Valthorne stands on the brink of war, Nairobi finds herself at the center of a prophecy everyone seems to know... except her. With Lucian by her side, she must navigate a kingdom divided by loyalty, betrayal, and blood, while powerful enemies emerge from the shadows to finish what they started centuries ago. But some crowns are never inherited peacefully. They are claimed through sacrifice. As old enemies emerge from the shadows and the prophecy enters its final chapter, Nairobi must learn that claiming a crown is far easier than keeping the people she loves alive. Because the greatest threat to Valthorne isn't the war that's coming... It's the one fate has already written. The final chapter of the Midnight At The Cathedral trilogy begins here.

Every era has its great love story. This one belongs to Gotham. This is the story of Bruce and Selina... Copyright: 2025 Disclaimer: Bruce Wayne and Selina Kyle belong to DC Comics - I only borrow their shadows to imagine a love story worthy of them.

He broke her door down in the dead of a Moscow winter. Five months ago, Vanity walked out of Alexei Petrovich's penthouse with their newborn son and didn't look back. She hasn't had to. Until tonight. He arrives furious, exhausted, and looking at their son like he's been starving for the sight of both of them. Vanity knows better than to trust him. She also knows better than to trust herself around him. Because Alexei was never just a man. He was a world - wealth, control, obsession, and the quiet violence behind the Petrovich name. His family is powerful, secretive, and operates by rules she was never supposed to read. Once she lets him back into her life, leaving again may cost more than heartbreak. A novel about love, possession, and the dangerous comfort of going back. Contains explicit sexual content, possessive dynamics, past infidelity, emotional control, and allusions to organised crime. For adult readers. I write women who survive the men they love. It's Always Cold in Moscow is a standalone adult romance drama in The Vanity Sedoc Books. -V #2 interracial romance #5 Steamy #4 Moscow #3 Motherhood

It took the Beasts mere weeks to overthrow the human government and eliminate most of the population. Those who survived were put into slavery, forced to spend their lives serving the royal families and wealthier Beasts. Adeline has been a servant for the royals for as long as she can remember. It's hard work, but she feels lucky to be born and raised in King Richard's kingdom. He's a kind ruler, and his humans are often treated well. King Heloix, on the other hand, is known for his ruthlessness. He has little tolerance for his fellow Beasts, and even less for humans. Rumors are that his servants are often killed as punishment for even the smallest mishaps, and to survive even a year while working for him is an accomplishment. When Adeline is transferred to King Heloix's castle, it takes him only seconds to recognize who she is to him. Will he accept her as his mate or reject her existence? ⚠️THIS BOOK CONTAINS MATURE AND TRIGGERING THEMES⚠️

+18 Igor patted his thigh-slow, deliberate. "Come here," he said, voice thick with amusement. "Sit on my lap. You look tense." Etta stood her ground, she didn't want him to win. His smirk deepened "You want to see what happens when I ask again?" **** When Etta agrees to a spontaneous trip to Russia with her best friend, she expects snow, sightseeing, and maybe a little adventure-not to be hunted down by a brooding, relentless police officer with icy dark grey eyes and a claim that burns. Igor doesn't ask. He takes. And from the moment he sees her... she's his. WARNING: This story contains dark themes, obsession, NASTY sexual scenes, Reader discretion is advised.

Mob wife. Married to the Kingpin himself. With a little blessing on the way, ALL before my twenty first birthday, how crazy is that? Life has definitely drastically changed over these past few years. Fear was an old feeling that was instantly beginning to settle back in as I think of our little blessing being raised in Isaac's world, The Mafia world. The life Isaac lives definitely Isn't easy, it definitely isn't safe, and even though I've grown accustomed to it, accepted it and him, anything could happen to any one of us at any given moment. Isaac and I have been through so much already that the next time either one of us is in the hospital it better be for our baby's birth, but The Matteo's lives, ways, continue to put a strain on our relationship, family, and I don't know if we'll be able to survive this.

"I finally passed by the last alley before the one my apartment was situated on, when suddently my heart stopped. My body freezed and my ears were ringing from the loud sound of the end. The smell of death, fear and blood. It all happened so soon, too soon. She was just standing there watching as the life was flowing out of the guy's body that was now laying on the cold concrete, lifeless. Her tall figure... so powerful, confident. I watched everything wide eyed and then, the world had stopped. Her head suddently turned towards me and, oh my God. I could feel those sharp, green eyes burning a hole right through my skull in the darkness. I held my breath and quickly hid behind the wall but it was too late. I was foolish. I should've ran away." ... Grace Miller, a clumsy second-year psychology student, never expected to witness a murder-or to cross paths with Amy Carnell, a cold, powerful woman who never lets anyone in. They couldn't be more different. But fate has a twisted way of pulling opposites together. What happens when light collides with shadow? Read to find out :)

18+ ‼️ "you're fucking mine 𝗄𝗈𝗍𝖾𝗇𝗈𝗄, and I'm gonna consume you in every single way possible...but first i'm gonna start between your legs...just one taste, please, I'm fucking starving, I haven't tasted you in so long..." He says as he gets onto his knees, shoving his head under my skirt. ❀❀❀❀❀❀❀❀❀❀❀❀❀❀❀❀❀❀ In a city where darkness reigns, Kailani, a beautiful teenager, lives blissfully unaware that she's being watched by a monster. Salvatore, the world's most feared mafia boss, has been silently stalking her, consumed by a deranged obsession. He doesn't just want her love-he wants to possess her completely, he wants her very essence, twisted and shattered to fit his delusions When the time is right, Salvatore kidnaps Kailani, dragging her to his mansion, a pleace where every room is a twisted shrine to his consuming madness for her. The walls are covered in frantic scribblings of her name, blood-etched mirrors, and stolen belongings of hers. Her life becomes a nightmare as Salvatore subjects her to psychological torment, demanding her love and violently crushing every escape attempt. His obsession festers, growing into a delusion where Kailani belongs to him-body, mind, and soul. Trapped in his psychotic web, Kailani must outmaneuver a man willing to destroy her to make her his.

"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.

𝐉𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐘𝐍 𝐏𝐄̀𝐑𝐄𝐙, born into power, not privilege. As the daughter of cartel leader Victor Perez, she didn't grow up with fairy tales-she grew up packaging product, memorizing routes, and learning that loyalty could get you killed just as fast as betrayal. At nineteen, she met him. Armando. He was supposed to be just another soldier. She was supposed to stay untouchable. But somewhere between late nights, bloody missions, and secrets neither of them were allowed to keep-lines blurred. Because in a world built on control, power, and fear... in the cartel- love doesn't make you strong. It gets you killed. She was the cartel princess. He was her father's weapon.