❝ She wasn't the woman he came for. ❞ ────────────────────── Bianka Kavà has spent her entire life avoiding the world her family built. The world of blood. Power. And men like Remo Casovaiké. When Remo's men are ordered to abduct the daughter of a rival wealthy family, they return with the wrong woman. The niece. By the time they realize their mistake, Remo simply shrugs. "She'll do." Now Bianka is nothing more than collateral-a bargaining chip for a debt she never created. She hates him. He doesn't care. Until the woman he planned to use becomes the only person he can't bear to lose. Because in Remo's world... everything has a price. And he'll burn an empire before he lets anyone collect hers.

In the opulent yet dangerous world of Giovanni Valerius, where power is absolute and loyalty is paid in blood, Rose is an unwilling pawn. Abducted and forced into marriage with the enigmatic and ruthless man known only as "The Ghost," she is thrust into a life she never imagined, confined to a gilded cage. Just as Rose begins to navigate the treacherous currents of her new reality and the unsettling allure of her husband, a chilling reminder of her past resurfaces. An old enemy, Falcone, a ghost from Rose's high school years and a man with a dark, obsessive history with her, returns from the dead. He doesn't just seek revenge against Giovanni; he seeks to reclaim Rose, seeing her as his ultimate prize and Giovanni's greatest weakness. The war becomes brutally personal when Falcone sends a grotesque message, forcing Giovanni to take drastic measures to protect Rose, even if it means confining her in a secure room. But Rose is no longer a mere victim. From within her gilded cage, she hatches a daring plan: to use herself as bait at a high-stakes charity ball, drawing Falcone into the open. What begins as a calculated gamble erupts into a violent, chaotic confrontation, pushing Rose to her limits and revealing a darkness within her she never knew existed. Amidst the gunfire and betrayal, a secret hope blossoms-a life growing within Rose, known only to her and Giovanni. This shared secret binds them in an unbreakable vow of protection and vengeance. As Falcone makes his final, personal move, Rose must choose whether to remain a pawn or embrace the formidable strength she has discovered, forever altering her destiny and the fate of the Valerius empire. The Ghost's Consort is a gripping tale of power, obsession, unexpected love, and the brutal lengths one woman will go to protect her future in a world ruled by shadows.

Preview 1: "Um...uh..." he struggled with his words, so I met eyes with him to see if I could read his emotions. "I, um, I have to tell you something." "What is it?" He broke eye contact and sighed, "The reason why I came in drunk is because I didn't know how to tell you..." I felt my chest begin to tighten as I asked, "Tell me what?" "Faith...we...she..." ****************************************************** Azias and Sapphire finally reunite after a year of not seeing each other. However, the threat is still out there, and Ace is missing! The two embark on a journey to find Ace and stop the threat while trying to pick up where they left off in their love life. ****************************************************** This story contains explicit content, like that of Preview 2. Read at your own risk. ****************************************************** Preview 2: "I'm gonna c-" "I didn't ask," he said before sliding his fingers out, stopping my orgasm. "Get on the bed." "Okay," I obediently replied before walking to the bed and sitting at the edge. I had my legs crossed as if I was waiting for whatever discipline I would be receiving. "You didn't answer my question, by the way..." He remained quiet as he slowly laid me down, so I repeated, "What about-" Shhheeeeekkkkk. He... He literally ripped my panties off... "You wanna ask again?" he asked, his voice getting raspier by the second. ******************************************************

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. *** "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.

War A word that should inflict fear and terror is seen as the new normal. Kharis is a slave in the manor of Leonidas of Bethillore, Supreme commander of the king's army. Just as she's been doing for 3 years, she avoids trouble to keep her and her friends safe. However, life is not that simple as she is left with no other option than to use her blood to save them, which comes with a reward, one she never imagined. Things should now be looking up for her, but it is impossible. They're living in an era where there is a new normal. Elves, Wearhs (Vampires), and Humans have been fighting this war for years, and just as before, a price is needed to save them all...her blood. *** Kharis had seen Leonidas' red eyes before, but that did not change the fact that she was frightened by the wearh standing inches away from the door. They were almost done cleaning his chambers too! Would he hurt her? He said he needed her, but he could still use her while she was hurt. "Speak. Freely" he says, taking a step towards her, shutting the door to his chambers. "You have made me the topic of discussion among all humans with what you've just done." "I do not give a damn." "I do" "I'll kill them" He would kill all the humans in this manor? This wearh was undoubtedly mental. COMPLETED! ♥️

W H I T E O U T ❅ The contract was simple: Two weeks. Two hundred grand. Don't fall in love. For 𝑱𝒐𝒆𝒍𝒍𝒆 𝑩𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒆, it's a desperate bid to survive her debt. For 𝑯𝒂𝒅𝒓𝒊𝒂𝒏 𝑺𝒊𝒏𝒄𝒍𝒂𝒊𝒓, the cold heir to a billion-dollar empire, it's just business. Play the adoring girlfriend for his family's winter retreat, take the money, and leave. Then a blizzard hits. Stranded entirely alone in a remote mountain estate, the icy boundaries between them melt into a bruising, suffocating heat. But when the snow clears and the contract expires, Joelle quickly learns a terrifying truth: Hadrian Sinclair doesn't let go of what's his. The phone lines are cut. The snowplow is sabotaged. The doors are locked. The blizzard is over, but Joelle's nightmare is just beginning. Because the only thing more dangerous than a man with a frozen heart, is the monster that wakes up when it thaws. ❅ "The contract has expired, Hadrian. The roads are clear. Let me go." His pale eyes dropped to my lips, his thumb tracing the pulse racing at my throat. "What roads, Joelle? It's still snowing. We're snowed in. We'll be snowed in forever."

꧁༺ ⚠︎ 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 ⚠︎༻꧂ this story contains: ♡ explicit sex scenes ♡ age gap relationship (17 years apart) ♡ daddy title kink ♡ vulgar language ♡ mafia & organized crime ♡ premonitions + spirituality read responsibly, babes ♡ ✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦ Damianos doesn't do love. He barely does attachment. Successful, disciplined, and carved from the darker parts of the world he runs, romance isn't even a blip on his radar... until he crosses paths with a girl who shouldn't matter. Azuri - green‑amber eyes, soft voice, and a life she's finally getting together - isn't looking for trouble. But trouble arrives anyway, wrapped in a tailored suit and answering to the name of her best friend's uncle. He's older. He's dangerous. He's everything she should avoid. And yet... she wants him. Badly. In ways she can't explain and shouldn't admit. He wasn't supposed to notice her. She wasn't supposed to want him. But some connections don't ask permission - they just pull. And once they collide, neither of them walks away untouched.

#1 In manipulation 8/12/25 #1 in poetic 8/12/25 #1 in bwwm 9/2/25 #1 in dark romance 9/3/25 #1 in high school drama 9/7/25 #1 darkskin 9/2/25 #1 in Stockholm 10/7/25 #1 in vote 10/17/25 Since people don't like to read tags I just wanna let yall know this is a DARK ROMANCE book. As in a abusive , manipulative relationship. ... Finally, he asked, "Why are you crying?" Yara didn't lift her head right away. She was used to being ignored, not spoken to. When she did answer, her voice was small. Almost a breath. "They forgot me again," she whispered. "Who?" "My parents. They were supposed to pick me up." He blinked once. "So?" She looked at him then, really looked. "They always forget." Adonis didn't nod. Didn't frown. Just sat back on his heels. There was no sympathy in his face, but there was something else. Interest. Recognition. He understood what it meant to be forgotten. He stood up and looked down at her. "Do you want to disappear?" The question hung in the air . Yara didn't answer. She didn't know how. But the silence between them said enough. Adonis nodded once. "Come on." She hesitated. And then, quietly, she got up and followed him into the woods- not because she trusted him, but because he was the first person who hadn't looked through her.

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