I am Xero. I watch them. Always. The Freemasons-builders, planners, keepers of codified knowledge stretching back millennia. They think they manipulate the world with symbols, rituals, and secret networks. They think they are shaping history. But I see beyond their narrow vision. I see the geometry beneath the streets, the alignments hidden in monuments, the subtle currents of influence flowing through empires, wars, and revolutions. I have observed their triumphs and failures, their discipline and their mistakes. I have witnessed empires crumble under the weight of their designs, only to rise again along lines they believe they control. They believe they are masters of chance; I know they are instruments in a pattern older, wider, and far more precise than any of them can comprehend. You, mortal, will see what they never could: the pulse beneath the world, the network enduring through time, guided by hands they cannot fully command-and watched by eyes that see everything.

Moonless Cycle is a raw, unflinching journey through the struggles of living with PCOS - the invisible battles, the hormonal storms, and the emotional weight carried in silence. Ten parts of confessional, cinematic poetry, this collection explores the physical pain, mental turmoil, and societal misunderstanding that accompany the condition, while ultimately tracing a path toward self-acceptance, resilience, and empowerment. a Voice to the experiences so often left unspoken, illuminating the beauty in survival, the strength in patience, and the quiet triumph of embracing oneself, fully and unapologetically.

"Tired of the same old story where he stalks her?" Lila Hale doesn't wait for love. She hunts it. She tracks it. And when it takes the shape of a man she barely knows - a single father with quiet strength and haunted eyes - she doesn't hesitate. Michael Cross is a different kind of danger. Polished. Controlled. Protective of the little girl who clings to his side. Perfect for the world to see. But under the surface, he's fractured, shadowed, carrying pieces of a past he can't put down. Lila doesn't care about shadows. She lives in them. She wants him. She wants the warmth, the thrill, the obsession - and she's willing to risk everything to take it. The law. The morality she's never believed in. Even her own safety. She doesn't romanticize it. She doesn't justify it. She plans it. She moves through his life like smoke at first: faint traces, small tokens, touches only she knows the truth of. The sheets she presses herself into when he's gone. The quiet marks she leaves behind like breadcrumbs only she can read. The ways she weaves herself deeper into his world without him noticing... at first. But the deeper she slips in, the closer she comes to something neither of them expected: obsession at its purest form. Dangerous. Erotic. All-consuming. This isn't the story of him chasing her. This isn't the story of him discovering her and stopping her. This is the story of what happens when a woman decides she wants a man so completely that rules stop existing - and a man with shadows of his own who finds himself unable, unwilling, to resist the darkness she brings. Welcome to their world. Stay close. Watch carefully. Because in the game of obsession, nothing is as it seems. And once you're inside, there's no way back out.

Salem burned its witches. The world forgot their names. But the prophecy never died. Three women, strangers yet bound by fate, rise from water, earth, and fire. Their magic is both salvation and ruin, their unity both weapon and curse. In a world where hunters wear charm like a blade, and shadows breathe with ancient hunger, the coven must decide-will they heal the ages, or end them? Long before the gallows of Salem, a prophecy was whispered-of three witches bound not by blood, but destiny. Water, Earth, and Fire. Alone, they would falter. Together, they could save the world... or destroy it. Selena Waters, the mother of storms. Rowena Knight, the keeper of roots. Liliana Hayes, the fire that consumes. They did not yet know each other, but dreams and omens were already weaving their paths together. And in the shadows, the witch hunters waited-men cloaked in leather and charm, their beauty as dangerous as their blades. The storm was coming. And beneath the cold gaze of the moon, the Coven of Three would soon awaken.

The penthouse had never felt more like home, yet it had never felt more vulnerable. Months had passed since Emily Carter had surrendered to Alexander Vale's world-and to him. Married, deeply entwined, and carrying their first child, she was now his in ways that were permanent, undeniable, and irrevocable. But calm was fleeting. Alexander's obsession, once a controlled fire, now burned hotter, sharpened by the memory of past threats and the knowledge that danger still lingered-ever at the edges of their carefully constructed sanctuary. And lurking in that shadow was Damien, Alexander's brother, a mirror of obsession twisted by envy and desire. Emily had grown in her submission, learning, testing, and bending under Alexander's control. Yet even the most devoted obedience could not shield her from the world outside-nor from the darkness of family betrayal. And Alexander, ever vigilant, would leave nothing to chance. Every step, every surveillance, every command was a testament to his possession-and his love. In this new chapter, the stakes were higher. Her obedience and his dominance would be tested like never before. Desire, fear, and devotion would intertwine, and Alexander would prove that possession was not just about control-it was about protection, obsession, and the irrevocable bond between them.

Obsession always begins quietly. A shadow stretching just a little too long, a phone screen lighting up when no one's touched it, the slow prickle of awareness that someone, somewhere, is watching. I told myself it was paranoia-too many late nights writing crime scenes, too many villains in my head. But obsession doesn't live in pages. It breathes. It waits. The truth is, he's been with me for years. Damon Reed. Though I didn't know his name until it was too late. I felt him before I ever saw him. In the brush of a fingertip across a coffee cup I swore I left untouched. In the faint scent of smoke and leather clinging to my apartment when I came home alone. He says I wrote him into existence. That every dark word I've ever published was a confession, a beacon pulling him closer. He isn't a man who asks for permission. He takes. And when he took me, the woman named Catherine Moore ceased to exist. He calls me Cat. And I'm learning that in his world, prey doesn't escape the predator. It learns how to love the bite.

Beneath the shadow of a towering cathedral by the sea, two lives entwine in a dance of faith and temptation. Father Luca Santoro is young, devout, and bound by the sacred vows he swore upon the altar. But when Isabella Rinaldi-the daughter of one of Italy's most feared Mafia families-steps into his confessional, the fragile fortress of his restraint begins to crumble. She comes seeking absolution, unflinching as she lays bare her sins: blood spilled, men taken to her bed, crimes that rot the soul. Yet with each whispered confession, Luca finds himself drawn deeper into her darkness, consumed by forbidden fantasies that gnaw at the edges of his faith. The church is meant to be a sanctuary. Instead, it becomes a battleground of desire, obsession, and surrender. When restraint finally shatters, vows will be broken where they were once made-on holy ground. A slow burn of sin and salvation, Sanctified Sin is a dark, erotic tale of obsession, guilt, and the dangerous hunger that binds two souls on opposite sides of morality.

Elise never imagined an invitation could lead her into a world where desire was currency and danger a constant companion. The secret auction promised indulgence, but what she found was far darker-a man named Lucien, magnetic, ruthless, and utterly dominant, whose games of fire and ice left her trembling, begging, and utterly undone. Every touch, every whispered name-Hummingbird-pulled her deeper into his control, blurring the line between fear and ecstasy. In a mansion where secrets hide behind velvet curtains, pleasure is sharp, and surrender comes with a price, Elise must decide: resist and risk losing herself, or give in and be claimed completely.

High above the city, in a penthouse where wealth and secrecy collide, desire is a carefully measured game. Every choice can reward-or punish. Amelia Carter thought she was seeking curiosity, adventure, and indulgence. She did not realize she would step into a world where obedience is tested, restraint is challenged, and surrender is both terrifying and intoxicating. The envelope was sleek, embossed with gold. Emily Carter stared at it, curiosity and hesitation warring. An invitation-to an evening of luxury, decadence, and rules that didn't exist in her ordinary life. She thought it a game. But stepping into the penthouse, she realized it was far more than that. Every detail-every whisper, glance, and shiver-was measured, watched. Alexander Vale, the billionaire recluse, didn't merely desire. He orchestrated, observed, obsessed. What she thought was thrill was a test of obedience-and of possession, would influence her choices would answer a single, unyielding question. Would she obey him... completely? Welcome to the penthouse. Step Carefully..