"You like that, little doll?" he mused, tipping the candle down. The hot wax clipped onto my clit, immediately burning the skin. I screamed in pain, curling my toes as tears slipped down my cheek. "All bound up for me, spread nice and wide." He dripped another one, and I screamed, my legs vibrating. "Your beautiful mouth taped shut," he continued, cocking his head to the side. I watched anxiously as he lowered the candle, and the flame hovered inches over my clit, making my eyes round in horror. Don't! DON'T! He smiled up at me. "When you antagonized me, sweetikins. Did you think I was the nice one or the mean one?" He smirked wider. "Do you even know now?" I watched anxiously. He smirked and lowered the candle further, the fire enclosing around my clit. I screamed in pain, my back arching. _________ We went in the woods thinking it would be fun: a party, an endless night of fun. But as we entered in the blackened trees, we felt something off... the night... was too silent. No wolves howling, no birds cooing, no crickets chirping... Only the sound of the hunter's boots following close behind. I turned when I shouldn't have, and saw the crooked doll mask deep in the darkness... I tried to run, but it was no use. For once you see the mask, it's already too late.

"You are our sister, Ana! Our little girl and our world. You may not be ours by blood but you are ours by heart and choice, baby. We love you." - Anastasia Miller. A little girl whose life has never been treated fairly. A girl who spent her entire life cleaning and cooking, serving her abusive parents, hoping they would stop their torture and finally love her. She can't seem to remember the last time love and affection were shown to her or the last time she smiled or laughed. She went from seeing loving parents to now gazing at monsters who abuse her at every given chance. Now, in the aftermath of living a pain-riddled life, she's left scarred for life, utterly vulnerable to a harsh world with a tainted mind, expecting nothing but the worst from everyone she meets. Sick and tired of the constant torture, she escapes and leaves the hell she's lived in her whole life. But having no one to rely on, she has no idea what to do now. That's until she ran into a tall stranger who calls her Darlin' and regards her with a soft look of affection and longing that makes her feel safe and... loved? Ana wasn't sure, but she knew that the moment she met the rest of the Romano family, that was the first time in her life that she felt truly at home. - Please check TWs. *The book towards the beginning is relatively tame in terms of darkness, but after a certain chapter, the themes I'll explore are extremely dark and triggering. Please read the author's note and proceed with caution.*

Born in the hell hole of Space Port 69, Rue's a human Omega desperate to leave the alien whore house she calls home. Defying all odds, she masquerades as an Alpha and obtains a scholarship to the Ivy League of all space institutions. HAKON University is an all-male school that trains the cream of the crop-future leaders of the galaxies. Rue's just here to graduate, pretend to have a dick and then flee into the workforce, that is until the legendary Seirios pack sets their eyes on her. They're the future emperors-aliens with godlike abilities that make them rulers of their species. But with excessive power comes the price of testosterone-fuelled insanity that cannot be soothed. An esper will always need his guide. They've been searching for a final member to quell their raging soul- an eighth to complete their pack. Millions have tried for a taste of the peak, but none have succeeded, and thousands die from their power unable to withstand the bond. Seirios doesn't chase their prey, they don't have to, but this time the seven Alphas want Rue.

"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

"You look so beautiful, tied to my wall," I said peacefully. She struggled against the bindings, muffling curses with the gag in her mouth. I regarded her kindly, eyeing her up and down, noting how she was shaking. I peered up with a smirk. "This isn't what you thought would happen when you lost our game, is it?" She glared at me. "Well... now that you're mine..." I leaned down and picked up a lighter, clicking it on and seeing her eyes round. "We're going to see how much pain that clit of yours can really take." ~~~~~~~ He was the devil. He was pure evil, a monster in disguise, a breath of pure poison. Something that would surely kill me... but I just couldn't escape him, and I wasn't sure if I wanted to. The Serpent Society was a sect of FireNight buried deep into the depths of this island, that no one of mainland knew about. Hosted by five of the most dangerous men... and I was enclosed with them. Everyone told me to watch out for the worst one, the most malicious Serpent in the game... Elias Sparrow. I kept my head down, but little did I know... His eyes were already on me.

Blaire. Kai. Jude. The world didn't exist outside of the three of them. Bound by blood, fear and the hope of leaving together. What happens when the trio decide to leave their foster home, find a home for themselves elsewhere? What happens when they stumble upon familiar men? What happens when these men hunt them down? Not to kill. To bring them home. Will Blaire learn to trust anyone other than the twins? Will the twins learn to give over control, allow themselves to live? Or will secrets turn it all upside down? Started: 4/12/25 Ended: 7/02/26

"You taste better when you're tied down." I grunted, dropping my head back to whimper, but it was muffled with the cloth he tied around my mouth. "I think it's because you're wetter," he said, his hot breath stinging me as he kelt between my legs. "I love it when you're wet. You taste so sweet, my beautiful desert, aren't you?" He licked my clit again, making me squeal and drop my head back. "Sensitive, too," he mused. "Don't worry, little one. I'm not going inside you yet. Do you want to know why?" I shook my head. "Because I want you to beg for it." His smile was diabolical. "And pretty soon here, you'll be on your knees and sobbing, pleading for me to take you." ***** I didn't want to love. I never wanted to love. But it was as they said, when you develop a mark of a creature on your left arm, you are fated to that creature for the rest of time. They were called Prynces, Demi gods with too much power in their hands. I was only eighteen when the mark of a blue dragon formed wrapped around my arm. But this wasn't just any Prynce. It was a dark Prynce. One with no morals, murderous fiends, monstrous and cruel. I hid the mark from society so I could protect myself from him. Little did I know... He already found me.

Falling head over heels, in an alien jungle... like literally falling. When your knee deep in danger, it's good to find a group of guys with a lot of legs. They're half man, half spider. Can Brooklyn turn a phobia into a fetish? She's got to survive first to find out. A funny, smutty, thrilling adventure.

"You'll learn to love the way I destroy you." ~~~~ "Stop squirming." "You're too big!" I cried, shifting. His length drilled into me, pressing in all the right place. "You say that like it's a bad thing," he responded in amusement. I glared up at him. "You're going to tear me apart!" "Oh, baby girl..." he learned forward, "that's been my plan all along. "Now sit still while I ruin you." ~~~~ I thought this place was haunted... the house I moved into. The rickety walls, the broken floors, the dusty air. I managed to clean it, but... But then there's a man in the mirror. I walk down the hall, and he's there, haunting me, watching me, playing with me. A ghost. This house was haunted. But little did I know... that he wasn't a ghost at all. No, he was very real. THEY were very real. And their plan to corrupt me had been set in place the moment I set foot in this house.

Born from rape and the death of her mother, seven-year-old Amara has never known love - only whispers of hate and words no child should hear. Her tiny heart, already fragile, begins to fail her, as the weight of her family's cruelty grows heavier each day. Will her six brothers and extended family see the damage they've done before it's too late - or will silence be the last lullaby Amara ever hears? #1 - family - 27th December 2025 #1 - neglect - 30th October 2025 #1 - littlesister - 8th November 2025 #1 - heartdisease - 8th November 2025 #1 - olderbrothers - 20th November 2025