Raised to hate elves, Faby is the forgotten daughter of Nemarea's brutal king: abused, mocked, and treated like a servant in her own palace. Her only solace: her young half-brother and stolen moments with Aryon, the captured elven king. When Aryon is executed, Faby's grief drives her to the edge... Only to awaken in the hidden elven realm, where kindness shatters everything she thought she knew. As war looms and Aryon's son prepares to avenge his people, Faby uncovers a truth buried beneath centuries of blood and lies. She was raised to be a pawn. Now she might be the spark that burns empires.

The world had gone to hell long ago, taken over by the vampire race. In order to keep some sort of peace in our land, the Vampire Lords made a consecutive agreement. The rich and powerful humans could survive just as they had been, untouched by the vampires save for the occasional blood collections, or so they thought In reality, we were all under their control. Castles spread out throughout our land, one landing in each city. Each castle varied in the number of vampires residing there, but all of them carried a Lord. The Lords were the ones in charge in every city, whether we liked it or not. The vampires often roam through the city, making sure that everyone was in order and no one stepped out of line. If you stepped out of line, you died, end of story. Even if the rich were still under their control, their lives were still better than the poor. The poorest lives held a much worse fate. The men were to be put to work as slaves, whether that meant serving a specific vampire, or just building their castles, they were slaves. The women were to be pets. Pets were the lowest rank you could have. They were forced into cages that were too small to stand in with collars around their necks. They spent their lives in pet shops, just waiting for the dreadful day that they'll be bought. They were treated like animals, trained into what their master wanted, and punished if they misbehaved. Those who were lucky enough to live through that, we're to be slaughtered for their blood at age twenty-five in an act to make sure that our population would stay steady. I was born into this world. Born into this world full of blood-sucking monsters. Except, I was one of the lucky ones. Was. It all ended for me when I was 12, when I was taken away from the last bit of hope and family that I had left. Ever since then, I've lived in a cage, just rotting away, waiting, dreading for the day that some monster would make me his. This is my life. I am a pet. ~~~ Cover by: @mshacake

"Tell me little thief," he breathed silently against my ear causing all my hair on the back of my neck to rise. "How should I punish you for such crimes against not only me but the kingdom?" He gently dragged his thumb along my lips while holding a cocky smirk. "I have an idea..." This can't be good.. |Currently Editing| -I started this book when I was young and dumb so be nice-

Love, something that has the power to cause true happiness has caused the King of Bethillore great pain. This anguish, he channeled into the kingdom to ensure it lived up to its greatness, but that came with loneliness...until her; his flower. An elf, with nothing but determination to see the king succeed, slipped into his heart, his mind, and his soul until he couldn't take it. He had to make her his, and that he did. Now, this elf, who has been running from her past, must face her fears if she is to be seen as worthy enough to stand by the king's side. Her trauma is great, and her enemies are near. Can Lanette remain firm in her resolve? With friendships cracking and love on the line, this elf must choose what matters most, even if it comes at a great cost. Updates Regularly! *** "You're so beautiful, Flower," he says, kissing her shoulder, making her smile. "Thank you," she replies, continuing her caress. He meets her eyes, resting his forehead on hers, "You know I would do anything for you, right?" Isaac holds her chin, preventing her from looking down, "You know that, right?" "Yes, I do." "I would do anything you ask of me, even if it is to hang the stars." She chuckles, shaking her head, "How could you possibly catch a star, or even hang one?" "I am so in love with you that I would die trying if I knew that it would bring a smile to your face." A shy smile appears on her face as she turns away from his intense gaze. This man, his words, his eyes, his art of making love, they will all be the death of her, but it is a death she would gladly accept.

Not everyone wants to be a princess. Princess Carolina Ysabelle-Aurora Radieux Jenkins or as everyone knows as simply Princess Laura Jenkins would do everything to live an ordinary life even for just a few moments. All she wanted is to experience being free of everything that came along with being a princess, even if it means she has to be someone else. Everything was perfect, she became Vanessa Carter, got to New York safely, and even landed herself a job (thanks to her friend), without a hitch. That was until she realized she had to work for Nathaniel Westwood. Notorious for his arrogance, playboy personality, and ruthlessness to his rivalries, Nathaniel Westwood is the owner and founder of the Westwood Land Development Corporation. He is living the life of a bachelor, until he crossed paths with the green-eyed brunette, Vanessa Carter. Will there be a spark between the two? What would happen if Nathaniel finds out about the truth?

Forced into a marriage neither of them wanted, a fierce Greek mafia princess and a ruthless Sicilian underboss must navigate a storm of power, passion, and betrayal-only to discover that their greatest battle might be against their own hearts. *** They hated each other from the moment they met, but little did they know, they were destined to be together. Millicent Rhea Darmos: Princess of the Greek Mafia. At 25 years old, she's established herself as a self proclaimed boss bitch, running her own publishing company. But now it's time she fulfils her duty to her family's organisation. It's time she gets married. Costantino Salvatore Accardi: Underboss and Heir to the Sicilian Mafia. At 28 years old, he has no interest in settling down-he already has it all. He believes in family above all, so why bring in an outsider? Yet, after a strange string of events, the two of them find themselves thrust into married life. It's full of chaos, drama and all kinds of tension. The question is, how do they survive their marriage and the storm that follows? *** "I've never kissed anyone." My voice trembled with a tinge of vulnerability - something I hated. But Costa didn't seem to mind that I was nervous or anxious. "Good. You're mine." He spoke so seriously, without a flicker of doubt as he took my hand in his. "So you want it be special, principessa?" "Every girl's first kiss is special." I whispered, watching as he brought my hand up to his lips. "I only care about yours."

Rhea Vale was supposed to be a thief, a skilled, quiet shadow hired for one last impossible job: steal a forgotten relic from the ruins of the Spire. But the object she uncovers is no relic. It's a shard of the shattered moon, pulsing with divine memory, and it binds to her. Not just in body, but in soul. Suddenly, Rhea becomes the most wanted woman in the Drift. Hunted by divine assassins, shadow cults, and the Tribunal that once ruled the gods, she finds herself protected by Zael, a disgraced general haunted by his past. As Rhea struggles to understand the power she never asked for, long forgotten truths resurface...

A noble-born girl cast aside. A princess betrothed to a king. And a love that was never meant to bloom. In a kingdom ruled by duty and deception, Francesca is sent to serve Princess Jane - only to catch the eye of the man destined to marry her. King Henry shouldn't want her. She shouldn't want him. But desire has never obeyed the crown. As secrets ignite behind palace walls and alliances begin to fracture, one stolen love affair threatens to set an empire ablaze.

She was not born a lady, she was made one. She was not born into wealth, she was given it. Laila is a woman of the king, and she fell in love with him, the day she first met him. Whether it was the kindness he'd shown her or the charming face and body he has, the attraction was there from the start. But King Stephan is not one to reciprocate such feelings, as Laila is one of the ten women he has in his castle. If only there was a way they could grow closer...secrets, lies, pain, war...all of which tears people apart, could actually be what brings them together. *** Turning to face him, she sees his lips curling into a smile, making her heart warm and fuzzy. He slowly puts his arm around her, giving her time to refuse. When she doesn't, he pulls her against his chest. Leaning into her he whispers, "You called me by my name, back in the hallway." "I...I apologize-" "Don't...I like it." Laila feels her core clench upon hearing his words. He tilts her chin laying a kiss on her neck. Biting back her moan, she closes her eyes, feeling him suck on her skin. "Mmh!" Stephan feels her arousal placing his lips on hers, his hand traveling down pushing up her dress as he caresses her skin.* Cover by @Sachi_Stark ! ♥

~𝕭𝖊𝖙𝖗𝖆𝖞𝖆𝖑 𝖎𝖘 𝖔𝖓𝖑𝖞 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖇𝖊𝖌𝖎𝖓𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌~ Born the youngest daughter of Charles I, Duke of Bourbon, Constance of Bourbon grows up amidst comfort and splendour on her powerful family's estates in France. A shy child, she prefers her prayers and pearls to the hefty politics her Father and brothers have no choice but to partake in but war will reach into her life quicker than she could ever know.... Across the sea, in England, the Wars of the Roses rages, a bloody battle for the throne between the royal Houses of York and Lancaster where a word weighs as much as the swing of a sword. Amidst it all, stands Edward of York, the handsome eldest son to the Duke of York, a young knight, eager to fight but forced to flee England in 1459 when the Lancastrian King and Queen overpower his family forces at Ludlow Castle. With his Neville cousins (one being the infamous Earl of Warwick) Edward sails to France where Warwick begins his plots to regain the House of York power. It is as a result of these plots, Edward and Constance are destined to meet. Worlds apart, they will be matched for the benefit of others but when tragedy strikes at the very heart of the House of York, forcing Edward closer to the throne than ever, they find they are, perhaps, what each other needs. Amongst the tangled nest of vipers, surrounded by bloodied thorns, will they keep the crowns destiny calls for them to claim?