Cimmeria Thrace had entered Vesperion Academy believing knowledge could protect her. She had been wrong. In Kaeltharion, the Prolonged ruled from ancient towers while the Brief struggled to survive beneath them. Cimmeria had been chosen to enter their world, believing the academy could become her escape. Instead, she found black marble halls, brutal trials, dangerous creatures, ancient traditions, and secrets buried beneath centuries of privilege. Then there was Evander Valtorin. He had been born into power and raised to believe the world belonged to people like him. Beautiful, influential, and gifted with the ability to control the minds of others, he had never been denied anything. Until Cimmeria. She did not worship him. She did not fear him enough. And she refused to become another person beneath his control. Her defiance fascinated him. His attention frightened her. What began as unwanted fascination slowly became something darker, drawing them into a dangerous world where obsession could disguise itself as devotion and power could become its own form of imprisonment. Beneath Vesperion's gothic towers, something was changing. The city seemed to feel it. The academy seemed to know it. Even the ancient machines beneath its foundations appeared to be waiting. Cimmeria had entered Vesperion, hoping to build a future. She would discover that survival required more than intelligence. It required strength. It required courage. And sometimes, it required becoming something the people who underestimated you could never have imagined. A dark, futuristic, gothic romance filled with obsession, supernatural abilities, dangerous power dynamics, forbidden attraction, academy rivalries, ancient aristocracy, psychological tension, and secrets beneath the rain. Vesperion was never simply a school. It was a world waiting to consume her. Mature themes. Explicit content. Reader discretion advised. © RelleLebby / R. L. / Relle H.

Reign Caldwell did not come to Miami to dance. She came to disappear. Chicago had taken enough from her. She left with a single bag, a bruised past, and a promise to herself that she would never give another person the power to decide who she became. Miami was supposed to be temporary. Velvet Gilt was supposed to be a paycheck. Neither stayed simple for long. Behind the velvet curtains and flashing lights, the club operated by rules that were never written down but never broken. Money moved fast. Secrets moved faster. Every woman inside learned how to survive, and Reign had always been good at that. Trusting people was harder. Then there was Reid Harmon. Steady where everyone else seemed hungry. Patient in ways that made her suspicious. He appeared week after week without asking for anything she knew how to give. The more she learned about him, the more dangerous he felt to the walls she had spent years building. But Reid was not the only complication. The women of Velvet Gilt became something she never expected to find. Friendship. Loyalty. Understanding. In a world that demanded pieces of them every night, they somehow found ways to keep each other standing. And just when Miami began to feel less like an escape and more like a life, old shadows started creeping into the edges of the picture. Because some pasts stayed buried. And some never stopped looking for you. Bitter Gilt is a dark romance about survival, desire, chosen family, and the cost of reclaiming yourself after everything that tried to define you. Set against the glittering nightlife of Miami, it explored what happened when a woman stopped running and started choosing her own future. Nobody leaves clean. Not everyone leaves. ©️ Relle H.

WARNING: This novel contains depictions of Rape, Abuse and Violence. Read at your own risk. 18 year old Starr has never had it easy in life. Her mother died giving birth to her, her father turned into a deranged, violating wolf and to top it off she was forced to get married to an Alpha who acts more wolf than human. In this world where the strong reigns surpreme, how was a weak wolf like Starr supposed to survive? Especially with a recessive wolf that rarely interacted with her. Will her tormenting ever be over? 《Short Preview》 "You're marked by another," he stated cooly, his eyes drilling into the puncture wound that decorated my neck. Despite the calm his voice carried, my body shuddered at the pressure behind his words and the hidden dangers that laid beneath his gaze. I trembled and averted my eyes with pursed lips, trying my best to be brave. "So what? I'm a mated wolf now, which means I was never meant to be yours." His eyes narrowed in on my face as they swirled with reckless abandon. "What was made for me will forever be mine. That pup that you went and played with can't stop me from tearing that mark off your shoulder." My eyes snapped up to his in surprise as I gawked in disbelief... and a little ounce of foreboding at the man before me, "y-you can't do that!" He raised an eyebrow, "Oh? Are you gonna stop me?" I couldn't help but retort, "My mate would kill you!" His voice heightened as he finally lost his cool and snarled, "I'M YOUR MATE! There isn't a person on this earth that could kill me, let alone your bastard. You should be worried about what I'll do to HIM for forcing himself on MY WOMAN!" I flinched and took a few cautious steps backwards. Then I whispered, "who are you?" The man's lips tilted up into a ridiculing smile as he replied, "I'm the part of your soul that you chose to forsake."

"Our love was a case we both lost." When a brilliant lawyer and her ruthless prosecutor husband turn their marriage into the most brutal case they've ever fought, love becomes the one verdict neither of them can win-or walk away from. *** Naomi Carter is a fiercely intelligent lawyer with a near-perfect winning streak of 97% cases won. The only times she ever loses is to her husband. She's sharp, controlled, and commanding in the courtroom, but behind closed doors, she hides a woman who's never truly learned how to love. Nathaniel Carter is a ruthless prosecutor, relentless in his pursuit of justice, and impossible to read. Driven by a fierce need for control, he struggles to keep his own life from unraveling. He's the one man who knows his wife's weaknesses and exploits them with a quiet intensity, stirring both her frustration and desire. Their marriage is a constant battleground, scarred by a shared tragedy neither can overcome. Join these two broken souls as they fight to protect themselves while craving the one thing they fear most: each other. *** #1 in bwwm #1 in eroticromance #1 in blackwoman #1 in enemies #1 in grief #1 in childloss #1 in pregnancy #1 in brokenmarriage #1 in loverstoenemies #1 in darkromance #2 in mentalhealth #2 in enemiestolovers #1 in romance #1 in secondchanceromance

Synopsis: Her parents raised her to save lives. He was born to take them. At twenty-three, Dr. Evangeline James has her dream job and a haunted heart. One of Manhattan's youngest pediatric surgeons, she spends her days stitching up children and her nights keeping her demons in check. Raised under her parents' strict Southern roof-with gospel in her ears and shame stitched into her spine-Evangeline ran to New York for more than ambition. She came for air. For control. For secrets. She never expected to find him-a man bleeding to death behind a dumpster in the freezing cold, clutching a gun like it was a lifeline. One look into those brutal, obsidian eyes and Evangeline knew: this man was not a victim. He was a threat. And somehow, she still brought him home. He said his name was Lorenzo DeLuca. She knew it belonged to a monster. Not just a mafia prince-but the heir to the DeLuca empire. A man carved from violence and baptized in blood. A man who's used to getting what he wants-and now he wants her. Lorenzo is sin in human form. dark silk, loaded guns, and soft-spoken commands. He makes promises that sound like threats and touches her like she's already his. He says he'll protect her from his world-but his world is made of bodies, betrayal, and war. And Evangeline? She's no saint. What begins as a mercy spirals into a dangerous obsession. He's possessive. Unforgiving. Addicted. And the deeper Evangeline falls into Lorenzo's shadows, the more she questions everything-her morals, her loyalties, even her own pleasure. Because nothing about this is holy. Nothing about him is safe. But God, she craves him anyway. And she might not survive what loving him will cost.

I looked down at my freshly painted acrylic nails. My heart was racing and my palms were sweating. Although I was having a good time. It was time for me to get out with it. I needed to just spit it out. It's a question that's been lingering in my mind all night. It may ruin the night, but for the sake of my sanity I needed to ask Barron. Here goes nothing. "Barron, can I ask you a question?" I said as I twiddled my fingers together nervously. He nodded his head giving me his full attention. "What are we doing?" I asked softly. Barron rested his elbow on the table and shrugged his shoulders. "I don't know, I guess we are hanging out." He answered with no emotion. "Hanging out? You taking me to all these places is just us hanging out?" I said a little taken back. I was not prepared for that reply. I should have known. Have I been reading into this all wrong? ➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖ Farrah is single for the first time in her life and is maneuvering through life. She is finding out her likes and dislikes and shaping into her own person. With her group of friends, she is having fun, partying and having sex... a lot of it. For the first time she is truly happy. When she lands a job of a lifetime she cannot keep her eyes off of her hot boss Barron Lopez. Barron Lopez is a quiet man who is straddling the fence of being a workaholic. He has worked his company from the ground up and is now very successful. Everything is running smoothly until Farrah is hired as one of his employees. Barron struggles with crossing the line with Farrah but he cannot stop thinking about her. ➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖ *Mature Audience Only* Published ~ August 15th 2022 Complete ~ February 4th 2023

Recently moving to the west coast, Daniela Parker expected a shift when moving with her mother and brother to Los Angeles. Daniela didn't think she had anything to worry about since her brother is an A+ student, and she stayed out of people's business. But when a known gangster, Enrique González, put his eyes on her, she had trouble avoiding the charming brown-eyed man with a background of violence. *black female lead and latino male lead* #1 in the U.S 4/25/25

~~~°•°~~~°•°~~~°•°~~~°•°~~~°•°~~~°•°~ On January 24, 2005, the day I was born, both of my parents passed away. By January 24, 2012, I entered foster care. On January 24, 2014, I was adopted. Then, on January 24, 2021, "IT" happened. And yes, I would wish this life on my worst enemy. Why? Because I'm not a saint, and I won't pretend to see good in the people who cause me pain-I genuinely wish the worst for them. As they say, living is worse than death, and I believe I might be proof of that. My name is Maryna Black. I'm 20 years old now, and my life has been nothing short of a roller coaster of misfortune. I've been betrayed, broken, and nearly destroyed. But I'm still here. And that's the part they should fear. {}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{ Honestly, my family is chaos, but what else would you expect? We're THE Mafia. I had everything I could ever want-no boundaries, no matter how dark or twisted. By the time I was 8, I had my own gun, and by 10, I claimed my first kill. I was born into this world, molded to fit it perfectly, and I embrace it fully. But even in a world built on blood, I have my own code. I don't tolerate disrespect,especially toward her. My name is Levi Creekman. I'm 29 years old, and I'm the Don of this life-the Mafia life. And if you cross Maryna Black, you cross me. Please VOTE ,LIKE AND COMMENT😌😈 #MAFIA #ABUSE #VOILENCE #BWWM #FAMILY

Stunning and newly divorced, Jade Abara is living a peaceful life happily avoiding the male species to the best of her ability. But due to her circumstances and catching the eyes of two handsome strangers, things are about to change.

𝘕𝘰 𝘴𝘪𝘨𝘯𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘨𝘨𝘭𝘦. 𝘕𝘰 𝘋𝘕𝘈. 𝘕𝘰 𝘴𝘶𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘤𝘵. 𝘕𝘰 𝘮𝘰𝘵𝘪𝘷𝘦. 𝘑𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘪𝘨𝘯𝘢𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘭𝘦𝘧𝘵 𝘣𝘦𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘥 - 𝘢 𝘴𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘰𝘧 𝘭𝘪𝘱𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘤𝘬, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘸𝘰 𝘱𝘶𝘯𝘤𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘯𝘦𝘤𝘬.