Running from hell isnʼt easy. Especially when someoneʼs dragging you back down into it. Belligerent, brash and always in shades of black, Freya is hardly a lady. Hidden away by her father, sheʼs lived a normal life despite being born into the dark waters of New Yorkʼs underworld. Heʼs cold, cruel and calculating, with a proclivity for destruction. Feared by even Made Men, Torren is the boss of the stateʼs most leachorous crime syndicate. Freya hates his crudity and possessiveness, but she canʼt deny the way her breath hitches at his rough touch, the deep timbre of his voice, and his dark, heated gaze. Torren hates her disobedience, her recklessness, and her chaos. To him, sheʼs only something to be tamed. And after he slips a ring on her hand, snatching away her future, she makes only one vow---to become his biggest torment.

"No-please-don't do this!" Seraphina sobbed, her voice cracking as she clung to her eldest brother's wrist. "I-I'll be good. I'll do whatever you say, just don't-" A sharp crack echoed through the room as his palm struck her cheek, sending her crashing to the marble floor. Pain exploded across her skin, but it was nothing compared to the terror clawing at her chest. From above, his voice was cold. Unmoved. "You will marry him." She shook her head wildly, crawling backward until her spine hit the wall. "He's a monster," she whispered, her breath shuddering. "He's not human. Please, don't make me do this. I'll die." Her second brother crouched in front of her, grabbing her chin roughly, forcing her to look at him. His lips curled, eyes void of warmth. "Then die." Her breath hitched. "But you will die as his wife." The door behind them creaked open. Heavy footsteps. Her father stepped inside, his expression unreadable. "Lock her in this room," he ordered. "She will not step out until her wedding day." Sera thrashed as hands seized her, dragging her toward the massive iron doors. "No! Please-Father, please!" But he didn't even look at her. The last thing she saw before the door slammed shut was her brothers standing side by side, indifferent as she was thrown into a fate worse than death. Then darkness. And the only thing left was the suffocating truth. She was a sacrifice. A bride to the Sinister, a devil himself. #A STANDALONE BOOK

||COMPLETED|| EDITING!!!! Four friends stay overnight at school, and by the end of the night, they fall into a pit of lust that changes their group forever. "Let's play a game of Dare." "Don't you mean Truth or Dare?" "No, I mean a game of Dare, where whenever we want, we dare a random person in the group to do something, but someone can't go twice in a row." WARNINGS MENTIONS OF SELF-HARM (Recovery) MENTIONS OF SEXUAL ASSAULT (Recovery) SEXUAL REFERENCES (Strong) SEX SCENE (Detailed) COARSE LANGUAGE (Strong) DRUG USE (Mild) DRINKING (Underage) VIOLENCE (Playful)

FINISHED BUT EDITING !! Kelly was taken without explanation-locked inside a world she doesn't understand, by a man she can't escape and no one to come to her rescue. Cade moves in shadows where power is bought in blood and loyalty is never questioned. Cold, controlled, and dangerously unreadable. He watched her as if she already belongs to him. She should hate him. The longer she stays, the harder it is to tell where fear ends and something far more dangerous begins. But Cade doesn't just take, He keeps. _________________ "You're shaking. I scare you." He said lowly. I stared up at him, my lips parted and nodded my head slowly, not realising my body was trembling until he said it himself. "You like it, don't you?" He whispered. ----------- #2 cade #1 Kelly