She moaned low and breathy, like something just beneath a prayer. The sound didn't seem coy. It felt possessed. Jacob stumbled back behind a tree, his pulse hammering in his throat. His lips ajar. He didn't even remember breathing. The crucifix beneath his shirt felt like ice against his chest. He gripped it anyway. The metal biting into his palm. He told himself he hadn't seen what he saw. ************* In Little Harmonie, purity is worshiped, sin is hunted, and witches burn. Father Jacob should condemn Delilah. Instead, he craves her. Her beauty tempts him, her power unsettles him, and her darkness feels too much like his own. But the deeper he falls, the uglier the truth bleeds out: the town is rotten, the sermons are lies, and the real monsters don't just lurk in the woods... they wear holy robes. In a place that calls itself pure, obsession is holy, and love is the most dangerous curse of all.

Aida Gallo: He's No Prince Charming... Callum Griffin is the heir to the Irish Mafia. He's ruthless, arrogant, and he wants to kill me. We got off on the wrong foot when I set a (very small) fire in his house. Our families believe a marriage pact is the only thing that will prevent all-out warfare. I think I might need to murder him while he sleeps. This would all be a lot easier if Callum wasn't so damned good-looking. But I've got a lockbox around my heart. Because even if I'm forced to marry him... I could never love a brutal prince.

"I hate you for everything you are and what you have done to me." "I know" The devil answered before crashing his lips down to hers. ---------------- Celine's favorite subject in school is history without a doubt. She's always dreamed about being able to live through history itself, to experience what she could only read in books or in the movies she's watched. But what if there was a way for her to be able to travel through time and live an immortal life? To a point in life, she would give up everything for it, even if she has to sell her soul to one of the most fearful demons... ---------------- The story starts off slow and might be cringe at first but as soon as the demon shows up, the story is getting interesting and darker!

❝He was sold to the devil... and became the only thing the devil couldn't destroy.❞

Why did I read so many werewolf books that kinda have the same ending and plot? I shouldn't have done that. _________ Suddenly waking up in the werewolf world and being entangled in the plot of one of the books you had read seems bizzare. But this is what exactly happens with Lilian. Before she can understand her situation, she's in way too deep to escape. Going back and staying alive are the only two things she has on mind. "Maybe I can get out by reaching the ending." This had to be easy, right? _________________ "He smirked as he walked towards her, a glint in his grey eyes. There was something about him that just made every eye in the room turn towards him and she was no exception." I felt like throwing up. This was what I liked reading? I wanted to choke myself to death, for liking these cliché books. Everyday I was moving a step closer towards insanity. Why did I even like this cringey stuff? I questioned my inner soul for now I had to live in this world. It was getting hard to control my mouth from speaking blasphemy of curses but I had to lest I die just from offending an Alpha. "Can I change the ending?" Previously called 'Shouldn't Have Read Those Clichés'

Diya was just an ordinary girl-orphaned, overworked, and obsessed with writing Wattpad stories to escape her dull reality. But when she wakes up inside the very Indian mafia romance novel she wrote at sixteen, things take a deadly turn. She isn't the innocent heroine who falls for the dangerous mafia don. She's Sia-the rich, obsessed side character who was destined to die by his hands. With the clock ticking, Diya must rewrite her fate before the man she once romanticized turns into her worst nightmare. But what happens when the Mafia King notices her sudden change? Can she run from him, or will she fall for the very man who is fated to kill her?

𝐀 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐝-𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐠𝐞 𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆: 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐈𝐒 𝐀 𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐊 𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐘 𝟏𝟖+ Aurellia Mitchell never imagined a simple house party could turn into a nightmare. One moment she's drinking and laughing, then everything goes black. She wakes in the back seat of a locked car, an unfamiliar man watching her through the rearview mirror. He turns out to be her best friend's brother. From the moment he noticed her at the party, he's everywhere, lurking in the shadows, tracking her every step, breathing down her neck. And now that he's claimed her attention, he refuses to let it go. Even if she begs on her knees, he won't leave her alone. 𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐒 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐄. 𝐓𝐑𝐘 𝐓𝐎 𝐂𝐎𝐏𝐘, 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐈'𝐋𝐋 𝐓𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐋𝐄𝐆𝐀𝐋 𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍. 𝐈 𝐃𝐎𝐍'𝐓 𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐎𝐖 𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐒𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒, 𝐎𝐑 𝐅𝐀𝐍𝐅𝐈𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒. Rankings: #1 in Crazy (sep 2025) #1 in Psychopath (sep 2025) #1 in Bestfriendsbrother (sep 2025) #1 in Morallygray (sep 2025) #1 in Smutish (oct 2025)

*Formerly His Desire* "You think you want me, but I don't think you could handle what I would do to you." His stare is relentless. I smooth my hands down over my nightdress, feeling his words glide across my skin. "I could..." "I'm not sure I would be the kind, gentle lover your sweet Caspian would be," he warns quietly. ----- As a Princess, Kiva is always in danger. So much so, one night, her home is broken into, where it is revealed her attempted killer is her mate. Before she has a chance to speak to him, he vanishes into the night. For her protection, a dark and dangerous mercenary is ordered to keep guard of her, and as time passes, Kiva finds herself desiring him more and more. All while trying to find her elusive mate, and deny feelings for a man who may lead her right to the truth.

"Estelle, I will kill any man who stands in my way of having you. I will kill one to one thousand men!" I snarled, fury consuming me as her frightened eyes widened. Tears now slipping down her perfect cheeks. She had to understand. I would do anything to ensure that she stay by my side. Anything. "I-I do not want that," she whimpered. Her body shook as she wiped at the flushed skin of her face. My arms instinctively going around her slight body. Pulling her into me. She shook softly as she cried. I would not treat her as a child, she is my wife, my Queen. She should know what I am capable of and why. "You are a monster Loche," she sobbed out as I brought her closer to me. Her weak attempts at fighting my embrace were futile. I held her tighter as sobs racked her body. "I am your monster, Estelle." ___________ A Dragon Prince trained to be King. A Fae Princess trained to be herself. The oldest tale, dark and light mixing together to become something beautiful or disastrous?