☕ TEETH & ROSES ☕ by Liliane Wilde When mob heiress Dani Velloni finally convinces her overprotective father to let her attend college, there's one condition: she has to take a bodyguard. She expected a soldier. A shadow. Someone silent, serious, maybe even scary. She got Vhreka Fallow. He steals her coffee, eats her toast, whistles pop songs, and smiles too much for a man who's supposed to kill people for a living. He's infuriating, ridiculous... and, somehow, impossible to ignore. But behind that grin is something ancient-something not entirely human. Because when Vhreka stops joking, the air goes cold. And Dani learns that her new bodyguard isn't a man pretending to be a monster- he's a monster pretending to be a man. Now college comes with curfews, killers, and a creature who calls her sunshine while quietly deciding who gets to live if they look at her wrong. She wanted independence. She got the apocalypse in a leather jacket. --- Tropes & Vibes: 🖤 sunshine-and-death dynamic ☕ chaotic bodyguard / sheltered daughter 💀 found-family-but-make-it-mob 🌹 humor that flirts with horror 🔥 slow burn, sharp teeth, soft coffee

The air changed. Rulvek stilled, every muscle coiling as the scent struck him - faint, hidden beneath human perfumes and stone dust, but undeniable. It slid sharp into his lungs, curling down into his chest, igniting a fire that seared through marrow and blood. His jaw locked. His pupils narrowed to slits. Ari. The humans droned their lies around them, their mouths dripping oil and rot, but he heard nothing now. The only truth was in the air - the copper-salt tang of her heartbeat doubled, the subtle shift in her body's rhythm, the fragile echo of new life stirring deep within her. His brother's life.

Based on the Award-Winning "Dark Science Fiction" Screenplay - Atlanta Festival 2024 After a drastic political revolution, Artem, an agent of the authoritarian regime, is confronted with the harrowing task of executing his own wife for violating the State's laws. When he meets the revolutionary Nul, Artem is forced to grapple with guilt and doubt about his actions, revealing an internal struggle between loyalty to the system and the search for truth. In a dark setting, we explore themes such as power, control, and morality, prompting us to question the price of individual freedom in a world where nobody acknowledges that they are being governed by oppression.

𝗧𝗮𝗹𝗲 𝗼𝗳 𝗗𝗲𝗮𝘁𝗵 & 𝗛𝗶𝘀 𝗽𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗰𝗲𝘀𝘀 Revenge Countless souls have fallen prey to its grasp, their lives shattered as deeply as those they sought to harm, if not more so. For most, mere death isn't the end It's not enough to satiate their thirst They crave retribution, wish for something beyond the grave. They want misery upon those who've wronged them. Long for the torment of those who've wounded them But at the end of the day, it's merely a wish, A burning desire for- well, nothing realistic, really For they are weak. Powerless Some may even deem them useless But then, there exist the select few- those who refuse to settle for anything less than the worst, denying death's grasp to unleash a living hell upon their enemies, Those who take matters into their own hands, seizing control & becoming the architects of their own vengeance, Now those, those are dangerous. For in their eyes, the concept of contentment is a foreign notion, replaced by a searing ache for more- More agony, despair. More misery, more wails. More destruction, chaos. People like him, they feed off of fear, thrive in causing pain. They're cunning, calculating, heartless But frankly, even the most twisted of them seem like harmless amateurs in comparison to him. He reeks of death Exudes darkness, sorrow Death is all that shadows his steps, making his existence a reminder of the inevitable fate that awaits his victims. And whispers in the Russian underworld speak of him as Mors- The god of death So, what happens when a girl, who abandoned her family, her life & the very empire bestowed upon her- just to escape the sight of death, catches the eyes of the reaper? What happens when he pulls her into the abyss of his world, intent on destroying all she has fought to be in pursuit of vengeance? And what happens when, as the day wanes, the embodiment of her deepest fear captures her eyes as well?