​"Lie on the bed, Isla Maria Carter. That's my fifth payment" Falling for her brother's rival? Of course not. She'd rather eat dirt. For Isla, it was supposed to be a simple university project: observe, analyze, and leave. But you can't observe a predator like Noah Blackwood without becoming the prey. He's the new captain of the Blackthorns. The golden boy. The trustees' son and the visionary future of the University. But to Isla Maria Carter... he's nothing more than a SON OF A BISCUIT. He's her brother's greatest rival. Her biggest headache. And now? Her mandatory partner. Noah doesn't like being a subject; he likes being the one in control. And he has decided the only subject he's interested in... is her. HE WANTS HER TO FALL FOR HIM. SHE WANTS HIM TO FALL IN A PIT. ​HE WANTS TO KISS HER. SHE WANTS TO PUNCH HIM. FOR HIM, SHE'S THE CHALLENGE HE NEVER SAW COMING. FOR HER, HE'S THE PROBLEM SHE CAN'T ESCAPE. HE WANTS HER. SHE WANTS HIM-MURDERED. This season's game has officially moved off the field. But the question remains the same, "Who is going to win this match?"

House of Serpents and Shadows Where serpents whisper, power seduces, and mercy dies. In Elyndore, nothing is ever as it seems. Not the alliances. Not the crowns. Not the heirs. Hesperia Vanora was born beneath a bleeding red moon, a serpent mark carved into her back like a promise the kingdom tried to forget. They call her the eldest princess of Vanora. They call her fearless. They do not know what the mark truly means. Across the sea, Damien Salvator carries his own curse - a dragon branded into his skin the night the sky went dark in lunar eclipse. He was raised to conquer, to calculate, to never kneel. They were never meant to stand in the same room. But when the Twelve Councils of Elyndore begin to fracture and pirate fleets rise from the horizon, whispers start circling the courts: The serpent has awakened. The dragon has stirred. And the old prophecies were never buried. Forced into a fragile alliance wrapped in silk and deception, Hesperia and Damien become both weapon and weakness to one another. In a kingdom where every smile hides a blade and every dance conceals a negotiation, trust is the most dangerous gamble of all. Because shadows are moving again. And if serpent and dragon were born under opposing skies... Then one of them was never meant to survive. In Elyndore, power is intoxicating. Love is strategic. And mercy- Mercy dies.

Book Description 📖 Some faces are remembered by time itself. Hazel Singhania comes to Duskwood chasing a future she earned with blood, sweat, and sleepless nights. A medical student. A believer in forever love. A girl certain she has lived only one life. But Duskwood watches her like it knows her. Strangers stare as if she is a memory resurrected. Some offer protection she never asked for. Some carry a hatred they cannot explain. And some look at her like she is the reason they once lost everything. She has no past she can remember. No secrets she is hiding. No reason to be feared-or desired. So why does her presence awaken something ancient? Why does love feel familiar... and danger feels inevitable? Because some loves are reborn. And some curses never die. •MAJOR EDITS ONGOING... ~Troops Expect the unexpected... " You wouldn't last an hour in the asylum where they raised me..."

Eleanor: My life is going to change. As expected of an mafia princesss i'm being sold of to a rich but very old businessman. After failing to escape from my father's clutches I'm brought to the old church up in the mountains. Little did i know my old bodyguard Theo is the who's going to swept me away. It's both sin and salvage for me. Theo: After years of planning, i'm going to exact my revenge against Reginald Marlowe. The power hungry fool is selling his only daughter Eleanor to an rich old man. After knowing Eleanor's failed attempt to escape, there is only one way. Kidnapping her and using her as an stepping stone for my plans. Little did i know she's going to be my sanctuary of redemption.