In which he turned his back on the throne to worship a girl who never begged to be saved. ✧ ✧ ✧ ʜᴇ ᴡᴀꜱ ʙᴏʀɴ ᴛᴏ ᴇɴᴅ ʜᴇʀ ʙʟᴏᴏᴅʟɪɴᴇ. 𝗦𝗵𝗲 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝗻𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿 𝗺𝗲𝗮𝗻𝘁 𝘁𝗼 𝘀𝘂𝗿𝘃𝗶𝘃𝗲 𝗵𝗶𝗺. ✧ ✧ ✧ 𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 2 𝐨𝐟 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐇𝐨𝐥𝐲 𝐓𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐲 - 𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 | 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐞 ✧ ✧ ✧ Liora Solís always believed monsters lived in storybooks, until the day she met one beside a moonlit pond. She didn't know the silent boy who clutched her locket would grow into a weapon. She didn't know his middle name carried a centuries-old vow. She didn't know her own name lived in the ledger of a family sworn to kill her. All she knew was that he listened. And that, somehow... he saw her. Years later, Liora is a college student who fights for freedom with soft hands and a stubborn heart. She doesn't belong anywhere near the Duarte empire, especially not their heir, Valen Azrael Duarte, the underground boxer feared as El Verdugo. Everyone calls him a monster. She once called him a friend. And destiny calls him her executioner. When their worlds collide again, kindness becomes danger. Obsession becomes fate. And the boy she once trusted becomes the man who holds her life in the balance. Because in the Duarte family, Azrael is not a myth. Azrael is destiny. And Liora Solís is the one name he was never meant to spare.

𝐒𝐢𝐥𝐚𝐬 𝐁𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐢 doesn't believe in love. He believes in order. In obedience. In systems so exact they can rebuild a mind-or erase it. Founder of The Lattice, an exclusive wellness retreat with a waiting list and a secret agenda, Silas promises transformation through surrender. Every command is data; every ritual, a recalibration. Every follower, a study in compliance. He calls it healing. They call it devotion. "I don't need your love," Silas says. "I need the silence that comes after you stop fighting." 𝐈𝐬𝐥𝐚 𝐃𝐫𝐚𝐲 doesn't believe in salvation. She believes in surviving quietly enough not to be noticed. When an invitation to The Lattice appears in her inbox-no sender, no signature-she says yes without remembering why. The rooms are white. The air is too quiet. There are no clocks. The guests smile like they've been practiced. She's told that Silas is here to help her heal. She's told it isn't a cult. She's told the doors aren't locked. She's told she can leave at any time. They all lie. Silas doesn't fix the broken. He collects them. Curiosity brought her to The Lattice. Obedience will keep her there.

"You keep looking at me like you don't want me, Adeline," Will murmurs, his lips brushing against my jaw while hand slides higher on my bare thigh, slow and deliberate. "But your body says otherwise." My breath gets caught in my throat and my brain screams to say something, anything-but my lips won't move. "I..." I begin to say, but the words die before they even leave my lips the second his mouth touches my neck. ⊹₊⟡⋆ Adeline Serrano has a reputation to protect. Straight A's, flawless record, and the badge of honor that comes with being the principal's daughter. At Willow Creek Preparatory she's everything a good girl should be: polished, respected, and untouchable. But one drunken summer night changed everything. One kiss-hot, messy, absolutely forbidden-with the last person she should've been caught dead with. Will Carter. They don't call him the prince of chaos for nothing. The mayor's rebellious son. All smirks, bruised knuckles, and bad decision. Practically a walking scandal. Recently suspended for smoking with someone's daughter in the boys' bathroom. Now he's back- with a bruised jaw, a vendetta, and nothing to lose. So when Will decides to turn the school's poster girl into his newest distraction, Adeline's carefully built world begins to unravel. Secrets stir, bets are made, lessons are taught, truths unravel, and lines blur between hate and desire. She's pretending it never happened, he's planning to make sure she never forgets. Because some girls break rules. And the best ones? They shatter them.

❝I want you on your knees. Not out of love, or respect, or even fear... but because you understand your place will always be beneath me.❞ Leander Graves could be known for being one of the most popular gamers at merely twenty years old, or for being the mysterious guy no one really befriends. But no, Leander's name is always followed by the same word. 𝙑𝙞𝙧𝙜𝙞𝙣. Sheltered. Protected. Shy. Awkward. Completely insecure. Untouched fits too. Then one day Carmen Ivory walks in, clad in money and whispers, power and control. When she's told Leander is out of anybody's reach, a true challenge even for the best conquerors, he stops looking bland and starts appearing... fascinating. Thirty thousand dollars. Until winter break. For the money. For the dare. For her pride. But what begins as a simple bet soon becomes obsession: a web of manipulation, seduction, and cruelty spun by a girl who has never loved anyone in her life. Because Carmen doesn't fall in love. Psychopaths don't. They collect playthings. And Leander is destined to be her favorite. ♰ Bet trope ♰ Bad girl × Good boy ♰ Double POV ♰ Reverse dark romance ♰ Elite college

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?

𝐓𝐚𝐥𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐇𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬 & 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐉𝐮𝐝𝐚𝐬 Loyalty. It's a simple philosophy of virtue, worn thin by the world. In his hands, it is sacred- A creed carved in blood and obedience. A faith sharpened by order, tempered in the fire of command. Trust is demanded- forged beneath the weight of discipline, Bound by the concept of duty. But in hers, those words are fables- Tales spun by desperate men to keep obedience alive. Loyalty's a language of the desperate- spoken loudest by those too afraid to stand alone. Trust is a fool's game for those who've never bled. And right is wrong, wrong the only right in the chaos she was made for. They were born to opposite sides of the same war- two souls carved from a single wound, destined to bleed for different flags. They were meant to ruin each other quietly. Ruin. Ruin. Ruin and call it mercy. Call it duty. Never to find warmth in the ashes they made. Never to seek solace in what was made to destroy, what was meant to bring death. But fate... fate has never cared for intention- It placed his oath at the mercy of the woman he was trained to destroy, Placed her wrath in the hands of the only man who could ruin it. Steal her fury. Quiet her rage. Unravel the reason she drew breath. And he truly meant to do it- Every bit of it. Meant to ruin, To steal, To quiet, Unravel. He meant to bring justice, Bring justice and strike down a woman born of vengeance until fate intervened once more- Until, somewhere between the hunt and the havoc, he forgot to destroy and learned to worship instead. But worship's not enough to blunt her truth- hungry dogs are never loyal- not even to the palm they once adored. And even the devout, in the end, turn on their gods. 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒔𝒐𝒐𝒏...

READ DISCLAIMER Elizabeth Nadir has never had control. All of her life she has been controlled and never the controller. Those who held power over her always did what was best for them and in the end, it almost got her killed. After escaping the hell created by the ones closest to her she vows to never let another man control her again. Now she is on the run with her four-year-old son and taking whatever means possible to make sure they survive. Even if it means stealing from one of the most powerful and deadliest men in the country, unintentionally. Silas Jonathon Wolfe has always had control and he feeds off of dominating in every aspect of life. When he meets a woman who fights for control just as much as he feeds from it, it drives the darkness inside of him mad. But feelings are pushed aside when he wakes from his one-night stand with his most prized possessions missing along with a flash drive that could ruin everything. If things get worse for wear, he'll have to kill to make sure the flash drive is returned before anyone finds out the secrets it keeps. 60/60

COMPLETED: 24/02/17 *Warning: LABELLED MATURE. Due to sexual content and graphic language, this book is recommended for readers 17+ in age* Rising boxer Jaxon Cage is known to be a fighter on and off the ring. He's a man on a mission; redeeming the death of his little brother, who was on his way to become a boxing star. Jaxon holds himself accountable for his brother's death and now takes his place in the ring to continue his dream. Turns out, he's a natural. With a 5-year-old daughter he's raising, he needs the money now more than ever and is steadily making his way to the top with the help of his Coach. There's just one problem - he's taken a keen interest in his Coach's daughter and can't afford the distraction or any further burdens. But resisting her and focusing on his torturous reality is easier said than done. Quiet and shy Emily Resnick leads a simple life as an elementary teacher. Or she did, until her father took the talented and outrageously handsome Jaxon Cage under his wing. Now, she finds herself consumed by the dark and brooding but secretly soft-hearted man. She was a goner for him the second she saw the devotion he gave to his daughter and new-found job. As she discovers the many layers to this difficult man, she can't help but want to ease his burdens and carry his demons. She can't help but want him, period. Jaxon is intent on pushing her away, though, and Emily must decide if she should run from the inevitable destruction of her heart while she can, or fight for the fighter. All copyrights reserved to TheFeveredBookaholic. #1 in Fight #3 in Adult Book two: https://my.w.tt/hZHitjLyuV

It has been a year since Roman Hernandez and Delilah Mansoar have seen each other. Contact has been scarce, and Roman has been disappearing more than ever. He haunts her every day, through crowds and in the stillness. He watches and creeps and hunts. She is sick with longing, sick with grieving a man yet to have died. But will all this disappear when he returns, on one fateful night? Will she remember him for who he was, or will she only see him for what he is now? A murderer. This book is Rated 18+. Read the disclaimer on the introduction page for more. SIN FOR ME is the second book after PRAY FOR ME. I'd recommend you read the first book before this one. Happy reading!

Catholicism is the only thing Delilah knows, in and out. She is devout to her Lord and Saviour, and she plans on staying it until she eventually kicks the bucket. Father Roman Hernández has been a priest for as long as he can remember, and although it's not the profession he wanted from the get-go, he has to succumb, and deal with it. Is their faith strong enough to withhold their connection? And can angelic Delilah Mansoar choose the path of righteousness, or will she walk down the road of pleasure, danger and dependence? this book is 18+. If you're not that, then act like it when you read this.