This is the story of a WONDERFUL world in a circus with amazing humans and a TOTALLY amazing ringmaster in it, with a special guest, and they will all go to AMAZING adventures where they will be all happy and never wanting to leave. Oh am i wrong, bubble ? Of course not ! HAHAHAHAHAHA.

In the quiet of the night, Jax and Pomni find comfort in eachother. But will Jax dare to be vulnerable again, or let fear steal her away? Mature content. Love. Angst. Slight Horror.

In the humid, neon-soaked streets of Miami, 25-year-old fashion designer Estelle Moreau is drowning in her own mess. Cold, cruel, and pushing away everyone-her ex, old friends, even her mother-she's convinced she doesn't deserve anything good. Until *she* appears. Lillith, the seductive and terrifying Queen of the Lower Realms, becomes dangerously obsessed with Estelle's fractured soul. What begins as dark games and possessive tension slowly ignites into something deeper, raw, and impossible to resist. As supernatural forces stir and new faces enter her chaotic life-including Mina, a sharp stranger who pulls Estelle into unexpected loyalty-Estelle must confront the damage she's caused and the person she could still become. A slow-burn dark fantasy Lesbian romance full of obsession, passion, mature encounters, and the kind of love that burns everything down to build something new. **"She wanted to die. I gave her a reason to live... at the cost of her soul."** 🖤 *Mature | Demons | Slow Burn | Psychological | Drama | Yuri* (Her Soul, My Salvation is a complete remake, will be uploaded daily!) Mature Content Warning: This is a dark lesbian erotica novel containing explicit sexual content, obsession, stalking, psychological manipulation, non-consensual elements turning into dub-con/consensual power exchange, light-to-moderate S&M (bondage, spanking, marking, dominance/submission), emotional and physical abuse, blood play motifs, and Stockholm syndrome. Intended for mature 18+ audiences only. Reader discretion is strongly advised.

She wrapped her arms around herself, trying to summon warmth that wouldn't come. The silence was deafening, broken only by the sound of her own breathing. And then, she saw it-a figure. A shadow darker than the surrounding void, standing impossibly still, as if waiting for her......read more

I was supposed to be reading the novel. Not waking up inside it. And definitely not as *her*. Not the heroine. Not the saintess. Not