Although holy, Church feels like a place I'm ready to commit sins. Him with the wooden crucifix between my legs, sprawled across the altar with his face between them. I close my eyes. just a faint touch, I lean up and I feel his soft lips graze mine, A teasing touch. A touch that makes my stomach spin. He exhales deeply as our lips part less than an inch. The urge to completely deflower him of all his morals is heightened in this moment, but I can't be the responsible party for his fall from grace.

She thought hiding would save her. She was wrong. Dragged from the shadows of a dead man's house, bound, silenced, and forced into a world she never knew existed, she becomes the only witness to something far bigger than murder. Damian is cold. Calculated. Dangerous. And he has no intention of letting her go. °°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°° 🏆 #1 in tag #hostage on (13/3/26) 🏆 #4 in tag #gangleader on (7/3/26) 🏆 #2 in tag #taken on (19/3/26)

Raven Sinclair is soft-spoken but unshakable - the kind of woman who moves with quiet certainty, who listens more than she speaks, and never lets the world see her bleed. She doesn't seek chaos, but she doesn't run from it either. She walks into the storm with calm resolve, and somehow, it always bends around her. Damien Anderson is her opposite in every way - cold, calculating, a man who built his power through precision and fear. He doesn't make mistakes. Until her. They should've never crossed paths. But fate has its own agenda. Now they're tethered - by circumstance, by secrets, by a pull neither of them asked for. She challenges him with silence. He meets her calm with control. Every clash cuts deeper. Every move draws them closer. What begins as resistance unravels into obsession, tension simmering just beneath every glance, every word unspoken. Because love was never part of the equation. And surrender? That's the one thing they swore they'd never give. Playlist: Invisible - Anna Clendening Hard Boy - Frawley Devils Don't Fly - Natalia Kills Born Without a Heart - Faouzia Daylight - Taylor Swift Afterglow - Taylor Swift Swim - Chase Atlantic Queen - Loren Gray No Champagne (6am) - Cautious Clay Princess Don't Cry - CARYS Glowing in the Dark - The Girl & the Dreamcatcher You can Get it - Ciara All Night Long - Thuy, Lil Kev One Friend - Elliott Trent Dreamin - PARTYNEXTDOOR Delusional - Chris Brown No One Else - Chris Brown, Fridayy I Think I'm In Love - Kat Dahlia Tethered © 2025 by Li Sullivan ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. No part of this book may be reproduced in any form or by any means without the prior written permission of the author, except brief quotes and lines used in some description, written specifically for inclusion in this book. This book is a work of fiction. Names, Characters, certain places, and incidents are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, places, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

" I tried to play nice, Evelina but you are so damn stubborn " He says. I'm not sure where this is leading but I feel so vulnerable in this position. My ass rests on his thighs and my legs drape down and as my feet hang up in the air he gently grabs a handful of my afro and lifts my head to his lips, so I'll hear what he has to say clearly. " Why is that ? " he asks " Because you make me sick " I bark out " Wrong answer " He lets go of my hair and my head collapses inches away from the ground I feel my bike shorts starting to come undone. " A little teaching needs to be taught about what happens to women who don't listen to orders " ...... Blurb Ares König a indiscreet womaniser. Stripping powerful women of their dominance and opening them to whole new world. A world of submission. What's happens when he crosses paths with Evelína Dautrich an ex-assassin running away from a terrible past. Her undying animosity for men landed her a place in The Devil's Den a BDSM Club fit for the elite. Evelína's dominance nature gives her the capability to bring men to their brawny knees. Will The Ares König be able to have her full submission or will he be her new slave ? It's a race for submission. Who will cave? Find out... *PSA, THIS IS A SLOWBURN BOOK* WARNING ⚠️ - Abuse - Torture - BDSM - TRIGGERING SCENES - ETC IF THAT'S NOT YOUR THING PLEASE SCROLL NOW THANK YOU

"I'm not a man of many words... солнышко," he said softly, the Russian endearment curling off his tongue like smoke-sweet, but choking. "Come closer." She hesitated, her body trembling, tears spilling soundlessly down her cheeks. He watched her, the way fear made her small, fragile-beautiful in a broken way. She rose, slow as a confession, and walked to him because something in his smile promised shelter and tasted like a lie. He leaned in, close enough to feel his breath, and I saw the patient cruelty behind his eyes. "Now," he murmured, his voice turning colder, heavier, "tell me... what did you do to make me want to cut your leg?" The room went still, except for her quiet gasps. He tilted his head, studying her face as if searching for the moment she would break. ............................................................... Linda finally gets her big break - a visa sponsorship job at the Lincoln Foundation. She's placed with the Adams family, a kind couple who welcome her with open arms and treat her like the daughter they never had. Their home is beautiful, their hearts warm, and for the first time, Linda feels a sense of belonging. But everything changes the night of a business party hosted by Mr. Adams. There, she meets Arseny - and from that moment, her dream life slowly turns into a haunting nightmare.

After a devastating war fractures the world, a ruthless city rises from the ruins...Greyheaven, a place ruled not by law, but by power, money, and fear. In this twisted haven of illegal empires and inherited cruelty, Tristan Walker, son of Greyheaven's most powerful businessman and its unseen dictator, is bound by a dark family tradition: he must claim a doll, a girl owned, not loved, before marriage. Isolde is torn from her family, stripped of her past, and delivered into Greyheaven's shadows. Isolated, broken, and powerless, she becomes the one fate assigns to Tristan. In a world where people are possessions and mercy is weakness, ownership is mistaken for destiny and survival comes at a brutal cost. Love that fits the world is lived. Love that defies it is remembered. ▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎ He forces my wrists up and wide, tying them to rusted pipes overhead in a cruel Y-shape, arms stretched taut, body yanked open and vulnerable. My legs kick frantically, trying to clamp shut, but he kicks them apart, binding ankles to stakes in the floor. Spread eagle, helpless, the dress rides up, exposing everything. "Please! Untie me...I'll be good, I promise!" I beg, innocent eyes wide with terror, body arching off the mattress in pure resistance, hips bucking, back bowing to escape the exposure, core clenching to hide my most private place. He stuffs a rag in my mouth, tasting of oil and grim

"Rayne..." Miranda said, head tilting in curiosity, "can Mommy see what you've made?" I hesitated, suddenly getting nervous. Then I nodded and stood aside. She leaned in slightly, her gaze moving slowly across the page. She didn't speak right away, and every second of silence made my stomach twist tighter. I waited for corrections. For critique. For neutrality. Instead, she straightened. "This," Miranda said calmly, "is excellent." I blinked. "It is?" "Yes." This is a spin-off to my first story Little Maid :) (Photo from pinterest/@emilynoellephoto)

Professor Rebekah Hartman was tasked with creating an antidote to the recently discovered "patient zero" of a brain deteriorating virus. Major Michael Ganz was ordered to guard this scientist with his life...he didn't need to take his orders to heart.

When a van accident strands eighteen-year-old Lily deep in the forest, survival becomes a matter of silence and fear. While her classmates lie unconscious, a stranger takes her away-forcing her into isolation with no clear escape. He is charming, dangerous, and terrifyingly patient. She is shy, frightened, and trying to stay alive. As days blur together, fear slowly twists into dependence. Boundaries break. Reality bends. What begins as terror becomes something far more confusing-and far more dangerous. Trapped between instinct and emotion, she must confront the terrifying truth: sometimes the mind survives by betraying the heart. A dark psychological romance where control masquerades as care, and survival comes at an unsettling cost. ⚠️ Content Warning: kidnapping, psychological manipulation, trauma, violence. Reader discretion advised.

This is a companion novel for Book II (Abscond) of Nemesis of fate. Here the tale is told from a 3rd person point of view. All book covers that are white are told from Roxanne's point of view, while black book covers provide alternative points of views or entire separate stories.