In Nocturne, love isn't forbidden. It is unmade. She married a King to save a legacy. She didn't know the marriage was a declaration of war. And no one survives loving what Nocturne shaped in darkness. •Tropes: ~Dark Mafia Romance ~War-Bound Marriage ~Hidden Underworld ~Psychological Enemies to Lovers ~Slow Burn Into Ruin ~Mutual Destruction ~Secret Identity ~Villainous Antihero ~He Falls First ~Ruinous Obsession ~Forbidden Devotion •Triggered warning: ~Explicit detailed dark themes /18+ [CHECK OUT EXTENDED BLURB INSIDE]

'𝘗𝘦𝘳𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘴 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘮𝘺 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘴𝘰𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘦，𝘢 𝘨𝘭𝘪𝘮𝘱𝘴𝘦 into 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘴 𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘭𝘺 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘣𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘥𝘦 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘨𝘰𝘭𝘥' - 𝘊𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘢𝘯 𝘛𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘦 _______________________ The kingdom of Lyreia, a glittering but deeply corrupted kingdom ruled by Victoria Nestege, oppressed within her own system with hidden fears of ancient witches fleeing. She thought she'd got rid of them, drained them of all of their magic. What she didn't understand was that magic couldn't be erased. In Lyreia, it's inevitable - stitched into royal blood and mundane veins. A banished witch, only spoken through myth and whispers by villages. Her name whispered in fear and her power leaked through the crevices of time. Deep within the Beguilia Forest lies the 'wretched' witch, a shadow hiding in plain sight accompanied by scraps, lone animals and the light of the bioluminescence that ricochets off the forest walls. Dahlia Thorne, the shone witch - assumed to be deceased - and real lost heir to the false monarchy. Every year she blends into the village celebrations before the 'Annual Quest of Lyreia,' a propaganda-filled event where chosen competitors go through physical, deathly trials to find 'the lost princess.' Someone who was fitting enough to secure the legitimacy of the monarchy. So what happens when the choosing globe reacts to the one thing 'Queen' Victoria tried so desperately to keep out? The myth. The witch. Dahlia Thorne. Who now has to participate in an event that continuously tries to reveal her supressed magic with villagers, soldiers and slaves - a society she's never been part of. The spark to a revolution.

𝐀𝐥𝐥'𝐬 𝐟𝐚𝐢𝐫 𝐢𝐧 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐩𝐨𝐞𝐭𝐫𝐲. -------- Revenge is never easy. Even for the last of her kind. Past descendants failed against the evil. Monsters conquered the great. But that doesn't stop her. Nothing ever does. On the hunt to avenge a kidnapped girl, she stumbles onto a path where crimson clashes into the blue. He destroys. 𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘶𝘳𝘦𝘴. He's pure evil. 𝘚𝘩𝘦'𝘴 𝘶𝘯𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘥𝘪𝘤𝘵𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦. He's ruthless. 𝘚𝘩𝘦'𝘴 𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘤𝘶𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘥. "𝙏𝙤 𝙙𝙞𝙚 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙨𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙞𝙨 𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙮. 𝙏𝙤 𝙡𝙞𝙫𝙚 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙨𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙞𝙨 𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙙." But can he survive that philosophy. . . 𝘢𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘩𝘦'𝘴 𝘥𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘩𝘪𝘮? In a world where glory bleeds into gore and the untainted don't last, clashing extremes erode until that path eventually dissolves into shades of greige.

In ancient Kemet-where gods still shape fate-two powerful souls are set to collide. 𝐙𝐚𝐡𝐫𝐚, the Pharaoh's radiant and feared daughter, is worshipped as the Gem of Egypt, a woman touched by the very light of Ra. Beautiful, untouchable, and dangerous to desire, she has never bowed to anyone-mortal or divine. She embodies the strength of a goddess, unknowing of her full potential. 𝐈𝐤𝐚𝐮𝐡𝐨𝐫 is her opposite: a rising Tahtib warrior of brutal, inhuman strength, rumored to carry the shadowed power of Anubis. Born from dust and battle, he is disciplined, deadly, and utterly unafraid of the crown. Coming from a background of dark untold secrets, yet to be unveiled.. When Ikauhor conquers the arena with godlike ferocity, the Pharaoh commands him to take on a forbidden duty: 𝐆𝐮𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐏𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐙𝐚𝐡𝐫𝐚. Their hatred is immediate. Their attraction, undeniable. Their souls-ancient echoes of sun and shadow-recognize each other before their minds do. Unaware of the sacred bond Ra and Anubis had made centuries before, where fate brings them together. Zahra sees Ikauhor as a threat to divine order. Ikauhor sees her as a sun-blessed tyrant who could burn the world-or him. But prophecy whispers of a union powerful enough to either restore balance to the gods... or plunge Egypt into chaos. Bound by duty yet pulled together by fate, Zahra and Ikauhor must confront the truth: Their desire is not merely forbidden- it is cosmic, dangerous, and capable of shaking the empire to its core.

𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐫. 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐲. In a city that eats the innocent alive, 𝐋𝐮𝐝𝐨𝐯𝐢𝐜𝐚 𝐌𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐢 learned to become the predator. She doesn't have a job - she has disguises. By day, she's just a tired single mother with a daughter to raise and a past that won't stay buried. By night, she's the whisper in Manhattan's penthouses - a conwoman who seduces, steals, and leaves her sins gift-wrapped in diamonds. New York taught her how to survive: weaponise silence, smile like sin, and make danger fall in love with her. Some people run from their past. 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐬. "𝐈'𝐦 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐈'𝐦 𝐡𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠." Because healing was never the plan. Revenge always was.

𝐈𝐭'𝐬 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐨𝐬. 𝐈𝐭'𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐥. 𝐈𝐭'𝐬 𝐁𝐞𝐝𝐥𝐚𝐦. . . . There are things you're taught not to do. Rules you're told to follow. People you're meant to forget. Flora never planned to end up here, but after one too many mistakes, her life dives for rock bottom. Now, she's trapped in a world she doesn't understand, haunted by a past she can't outrun. And at the center of it all stands the boy she'd sworn to forget. What once was fate, fractures into an illusion and twist into something dangerously evil. They were kids together. Friends together. 𝘜𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘯'𝘵. She's new. 𝘏𝘦'𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵. She's fresh meat. 𝘏𝘦'𝘴 𝘶𝘯𝘵𝘰𝘶𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦. What happens when they reunite? Secrets unfold. Chaos runs free. And the line between love and ruin sharpens into a thin blade, as history proves to repeat itself in its cruelest form. A girl. A boy. And a mad house that feeds on sin. There's no place to hide here. You can run, but you'll never get away. "𝘞𝘦𝘭𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘉𝘦𝘥𝘭𝘢𝘮. 𝘞𝘦 𝘩𝘰𝘱𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘷𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘺." 𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐅𝐨𝐫𝐛𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐧 𝐄𝐧𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐓𝐨 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐒𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭 𝐒𝐨𝐜𝐢𝐞𝐭𝐲

Cyra Aveline Berkeley and Adrian Hugo were bound by a marriage that conceals more than it reveals. Both teeter on the edge of madness and sadism, and in their union, there are only whispers of what has been done, and promises of what is yet to come. She was scandalous, cruel and disobedient - an exquisite storm no man could command. He was the shadow who dared to tame her, and the predator who savored the fight. But both Adrian and Cyra are prisoners of their own secrets; bloodied histories they cannot confess, sins that whisper in the dark, truths that, if unveiled, would destroy everything they pretend to be, truths so vile they would shatter the empires they wore like crowns. They are dangerous and merciless - two flames drawn together by obsession and depravity. But, the closer you look, the less you trust anything that you see, and the more you start to realise that... something is terrifyingly wrong. ------- ‼️ This work contains explicit sexual content, depicted within the bounds of mutual consent. Reader discretion is strongly advised. If you are uncomfortable with extreme or unconventional erotica, this book is not for you. ‼️ This book is a work of dark romance and thriller. It is meant to confuse you, irritate you, and have you question what the hell is happening.

𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐲𝐚𝐥 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐟𝐚𝐭𝐞, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐢𝐬-𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭? ┈ ┈ ┈ ┈ ┈ ┈ ┈ ┈ ཐི ❤︎ ‬ཋྀ Over the course of humanity's time on this earth, we often retreat into reflection of all that was. We tend to examine where we've gone wrong, what we've achieved, and what lessons we might have think we've learned. Some might even hope that by looking back, we can prevent ourselves from repeating the mistakes of the past. Yet... we contradict ourselves, giving rise to the familiar adage: history repeats itself. For centuries, two souls have been ensnared by a curse. Fates entwined in ways neither can escape. One must always betray. One must always kill. The Order has long hunted these two souls, for theirs is the only altered DNA capable of powering an ancient relic, which is an artifact born of an even older tale: the story of The River. And when these cursed souls meet again, unaware of the history they've shared, the cycle begins anew. Old wounds ache with fresh pain. Trust dissolves like smoke. Passion flares into pure chaos, threatening to consume them both. He's the curse. 𝘚𝘩𝘦'𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘬𝘦𝘺. But together, they are the downfall of their own 𝐂𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐓𝐎𝐔𝐒𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐒. ཐི ❤︎ ‬ཋྀ 𝐑𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐞 𝐌𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐲 𝐄𝐧𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐄𝐧𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐞𝐬