When small-town vet Emily Hart rescues an injured wolf pup, she thinks it's just another late-night emergency. Then a pack of wolves surrounds her clinic - led by one massive, dark beast whose eyes seem almost... human. Soon after, a charming stranger named Hugo Blackwood moves in next door, always showing up at the right time, always watching a little too closely. Emily tells herself it's coincidence, until the mysterious wolf keeps returning, and the lines between her rescues and her reality start to blur. And somewhere between the wolf's growls and her neighbor's smile, a secret begins to unfold... one that will turn her quiet life into a whirlwind of fur, fangs, and forbidden chemistry. 🎬 Audiobook available on my YouTube channel! Channel name: The Snowbunny Library (Link in my profile) 🖤

"You came begging for a shield, sweetheart. You had a dead man's blood on your hands and a terrified child clutching your leg, and you thought you were just asking for sanctuary. You didn't know I've spent four years turning the Russian underworld into a slaughterhouse just to find the girl who smiled at me in a hallway. You want me to wipe out the cartel that hurt her? Done. I'll burn them to ash before the sun comes up. But the price is you. You think this diamond on your finger is a marriage? It's a cage. And I am never, ever opening the door." - Andrei Romanov --- To the Russian underworld, Andrei Romanov is the Devil-a ruthless, untouchable Don who commands the largest criminal syndicate in the country. To Angelina Smirnova, he was just a bleeding boy she bandaged in a school corridor four years ago. She forgot his face. He converted an empire into a search engine to find hers. Angelina is a gentle English teacher who has spent her life pouring her soul into the children at her orphanage. When nine-year-old Nika is brutally assaulted by a cartel heir, Angelina doesn't hesitate-she kills the monster and runs. Desperate, hunted, and out of options, she seeks out the only man powerful enough to keep the child safe. She thought she was asking a crime boss for a favor. She didn't know she was walking straight into the arms of a man whose obsession has no ceiling and no limit. Andrei agrees to protect the little girl, but his price is absolute: a marriage. Angelina thinks she sold her soul to a monster to save a child. She doesn't know that the Devil has been waiting four years to worship her, and he will burn the entire world down to ensure she never leaves his cage. _ Book 2 of the Addicted Series {Can be read as a standalone too}

After years of loyalty to her pack, Lydia never expected the deepest betrayal to come from her own mate. When her mate slaps her to defend his mistress, Lydia realizes the painful truth. She was never truly acknowledged to begin with. Humiliated and heartbroken, she walks away from the only home she has ever known. Lydia leaves her pack behind and heads straight for the rival pack, determined to accept the offer its powerful Alpha, Raymond, once made her. He had always noticed the strength everyone else ignored, and where her former mate saw nothing of value, he sees a Luna worthy of his side. Now the woman who was once discarded must decide: will she keep running from her past, or embrace the destiny waiting for her in a new pack... and a new Alpha who finally sees her worth? --- 🎬 Audiobook version available on my YouTube channel! ♥️

(The second book of SEA: The Empire Game - cannot be read as a standalone. It is a novella.) they say the fire of a man's own making is the one that burns the cleanest.I stood in that library, surrounded by the rotting wisdom of an empire I broke, and I welcomed the heat. I wanted the flames to act as a judge, jury, and executioner. Apparently, I wasn't even worth the price of a burial. I thought death was the ultimate punishment for my sins. It turns out, the real torture isn't dying-it's being forced to wake up the next morning. I owe my life to the one person who should have been twisting the knife. Just because - Someone Dearest to him -called me her "best friend" while the smoke filled our lungs. Now, five years later, I carry her mercy like a lead weight in my chest. Russia is cold, but it isn't cold enough to numb the memory of that night. A new face. A new name. A new life built on the wreckage of a shattered skull and grafted skin. In the underground circuits of Moscow, they don't see the man who lost an empire. They see The Dragon. They see the assassin who doesn't miss, the hacker who can bleed a bank dry in thirty seconds, and the racer who drives like he's already dead-BECAUSE, IN MY HEAD, I AM. Winning a race at two hundred miles per hour doesn't feel like victory. It feels like a taunt. I spent half a decade perfecting this misery. And then, SHE walked in. A girl who barely reaches my shoulder. Dark brown eyes that seem to see through the "Dragon" mask to the charred remains of the man underneath. Long black hair that smells of a home I no longer have. But it's the sound that haunts me. The soft, rhythmic chime of her ghungroo beads against the cold Russian pavement. It's a sound that doesn't belong in a world of gunpowder and grease. It's a sound of peace-a calm I've spent five years trying to outrun. My name is Dev. Or it was. I'm the man who survived the fire, only to realize I'm terrified of the light.

"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}

The Dealer and His Roomie ❦ An enemy to lovers romance. For six months, they're stuck together: a reckless dealer and the girl who never stops talking. He wants her gone. She's not leaving. . . . I scoff. "Wow. You must be a hit at parties." "I am, actually." He tilts his head slightly, studying me. "You, though? I'm guessing you talk so much they don't even need music." . . . Warning- Suggestive Content Drama, Crime, Romance Not a single dull chapter, I swear ;) Ratings- #1 in Roommates (13.04.2025) #1 in Sweet (11.05.2025) #1 in Arrogant (13.05.2025)

The portrait should have been nothing more than paint on fading canvas- Yet the moment the students stepped into the museum hall, the air shifted. It felt as if the walls remembered things -Prisha felt it first. Prisha Mehta-quiet, observant, orphaned-stood apart from her class, fingers grazing the railing as her eyes fixed on the newly unearthed painting. Princess Shivanya Maheshwari. The artist had painted her like a prayer. Long kohl-lined eyes. Dusky skin glowing beneath jewels. A soft mouth curved with grace. But beneath all the beauty, something felt terribly wrong. Prisha's heartbeat stilled. Because the princess didn't just resemble her. She looked exactly like her.The same eyes. The same bone structure. The same face. Her professor spoke somewhere behind her, recounting how Shivanya's kingdom fell to war centuries ago. How she died young, slain by the ruthless Prince Prithviraj Kshatriya-heir of the rival throne. That night, sleep refused to come. Something inside her whispered- Go back. She shouldn't have. She shouldn't have snuck past the locked museum doors, shouldn't have wandered alone through marble corridors lit only by thunder. But curiosity-dangerous, consuming-pulled her in. Thunder cracked above, rattling the walls.Prisha's breath hitched. And then-even before she could scream-the ground split open beneath her. The museum vanished. With a violent gasp, she clawed her way to the surface. Gone was the museum. Gone was the girl she had been. She staggered to her feet-drenched, trembling- maroon silk clinging to her body, gold heavy around her throat and wrists. She wasn't wearing her own clothes anymore.She was wearing the princess's. Prisha-no, Shivanya-stood in a storm-drenched forest. The only way back to her time was through the portrait. But to reach it...she would have to survive the kingdom that killed her once- -and the prince who was never meant to fall in love with her.

She is the heir to an empire built on silence and blood but she didn't inherit her father's throne out of sentiment. She earned it. Boardrooms bend. Rivals vanish. Men who underestimate her don't get second chances they get erased. She is beautiful the way a loaded weapon is beautiful: polished, precise, lethal. They call her a monster. She never corrects them. Aiden was never meant to protect her from danger. He was meant to protect the world from her. He's seen the version of Gabrielle that doesn't hesitate the one who smiles before she destroys you, who answers betrayal with extinction. He knows exactly what she is. And he loves her anyway. That's the problem. She doesn't believe someone like him could ever love something like her. And he's certain she would never choose someone like him a bodyguard, an orphan, a man born outside the crown. So they circle each other. Almost confessing. Always retreating. Because love is weakness and weakness is the one thing Gabrielle has never allowed herself to be. But when betrayal strikes and someone dares to aim for her throne, Aiden stops pretending he's just a guard. He will burn the world to keep what is his. Bleed for her. Kill for her. Die for her. And Gabrielle? She has never planned on letting him die. Because the monster may not love gently But once she chooses... She never lets go.

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He's rich, famous, and disgustingly handsome. Also allergic to girls. Especially the clingy, squeaky, fainting kind. Too bad I'm not one of them. I accidentally (okay, not accidentally) insulted Zayn Raheja-the country's most loved heartthrob with those cursed heterochromia eyes. The man whose smirk makes fangirls lose brain cells. Zayn Raheja, Superstar. Billionaire. Heartthrob. One smirk from him and girls forget how to breathe. Too bad I've got better things to do-like sleep. But instead of hating me... He's obsessed. Which is ironic. Because I've been ignoring boys since third grade. And I've never met someone who made it so easy. He's cold, rude, and 100% not my type. So, why is he staring at me like I'm the only puzzle he can't solve? Oops. Plot twist: He fell first. And harder. He's used to girls chasing him. I'm used to avoiding trash. So, no thanks. Our first meeting? He blocked the hallway like he owned oxygen. I told him to move. Politely. (Okay, not politely.) Now he can't stop looking at me like I'm a Rubik's cube he can't solve. And I can't stop wondering why this Greek god keeps showing up where I am. I'm not one of his fangirls. I don't faint, I roast. He should've hated me. Instead... He fell. 💌 Tropes: Enemies-to-Lovers He Fell First Sarcastic Girl × Cold Boy Fangirls Everywhere Except Her Slow Burn, Fast Roasts Rich × Normal Girl Forced Proximity (Eventually!) Celebrity × Civilian Misunderstandings & Mutual Pining Soft Boy Under Layers of Ice He Fell First (and hates it) Not Like Other Girls (literally doesn't care) Banter-to-Love Rich Famous Boy × Normal Sarcastic Girl "I hate girls" × "Cool, I'm not one of them" Enemies-to-Lovers (but she's not even trying) Fangirl-Proof Heroine Emotionally Constipated Boy Hard. And first.