She was a queen for a single night... and a captive by dawn. On the eve of her marriage, Selene's world was ablaze with joy, love, and hope for the future. But when a brutal ambush shatters her kingdom, she is torn from her crown and thrown in chains at the feet of her husband's killer. Kalen Arathis-ruthless conqueror, feared by kings, a beast on the battlefield-recognizes her instantly. To him, Selene is more than another prisoner. She is a symbol of his greatest victory. A queen broken, her defiance turned into his triumph. But Selene refuses to bow. Even in captivity, her spirit burns brighter than the torches that consumed her home. Every insult, every punishment only steels her will to survive. In a palace where power is carved from cruelty, a dangerous game begins between conqueror and captive. Will Selene be destroyed by Kalen's darkness-or will her strength kindle something he thought long buried? A tale of love born from ashes, betrayal twisted into desire, and a queen who must decide if survival means surrender... or the courage to fight for her heart.

And pomegranate seeds have been shaped like tears ever since...

He remained quiet as he observed my face. I noticed he was staring at my lips which I was busily biting in apprehension and then he moved his hand towards my lips gently tugging my lips away from my teeth. "I can bite better," he whispered. The statement was so random but it made me smile a little because it was so out of nowhere. The smile quickly disappeared when he started to lean into me. He stopped when our lips were almost touching, our breaths mixing together, but he didn't kiss me. My breathing was so rapid and my heart was thrashing in my chest. The bigger part of me wanted him to kiss me, *What a birthday it would be to just know what a kiss felt like*, but I also didn't want him to because... The bathroom door suddenly opened and someone walked in, "Noah," the voice was sultry. I snapped out of my momentary stupidity when I saw the girl in a towel. I didn't even realize it but I pushed him away and took a step back. I barely glimpsed at the frown on his face before turning to leave. He grabbed my arm and turned me away from the door, "Who said you could leave?" his voice was hard. "I- I want-" The remaining words went back down my throat as I noticed how mad he looked. "Get dressed and leave," he said to the girl, his gaze still pinned on me. "But I-" she started. "Leave, now!" he yelled. She didn't waste any time gathering her belongings and scampering out of the bedroom, leaving me to face his wrath. ******* Highest Rankings #1 Syndicate #3 Forced #4 Bwwm

𝓟𝓪𝓻𝓲𝓼 ➤ "𝑰 𝒌𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒚𝒐𝒖, 𝒃𝒆𝒄𝒂𝒖𝒔𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒚𝒐𝒖. 𝑰 𝒎𝒂𝒚 𝒉𝒖𝒓𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒊𝒏 𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒚𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒏 𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝑰 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅𝒏'𝒕 𝒍𝒊𝒗𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝑺𝒂𝒃𝒍𝒆." I was already fucked in the head, but when you threw her into the mix, it only made everything worse. Much, much worse. Not that I was complaining. It wasn't a bad thing. It was just... more. More obsession. More hunger. Every part of me amplifiers when in her presence and I was made up of more bad than good. More of the dangerous, possessive ache she carved into me like she belonged there. Sometimes, I didn't know if I loved her or if I was just completely consumed by her. Can you blame me? Everything about her made me crave something I couldn't even name-something deeper, something darker, something more than she could ever possibly give me. And right now? I wanted all of it. Started: February 7th 2024 Ended: ...

London, 1800s. The capital buzzes with anticipation. After years abroad, the young prince has returned-handsome, arrogant, and at the ripe age of twenty-two. With the royal bloodline on everyone's mind, the court demands a queen, and a dazzling debutante ball is summoned to find her. As the daughters of nobility scramble for silks, rouge, and powdered curls, one young woman stands apart. Arabella, a clever, sharp-tongued nurse from humble roots, has no dreams of tiaras or titles. But when her mother-renowned for her pastries-is summoned to bake for the palace, Arabella agrees to help, unable to let her family miss out on the generous royal coin. It was supposed to be simple. Bake. Serve. Leave. Until one accidental moment... And one entitled, self-serving prince... Throws Arabella into a scandal neither of them saw coming. In a world ruled by etiquette, wealth, and secrets, what begins as an unfortunate mishap might just set the stage not only romance- but murder, heartache and treatury.

Artemis Chekhov, previously known as Artemis Terry. All her life she's faced injustice, first at the tender age of six all the way until twenty. At the hands of her family, her pack, Emerald Guardians Pack and finally her mate, Alpha Marcus Spencer of Shining Cosmos Pack. She is rejected by him and spends two years as his own little rose. Dimitri Chekhov lost his first mate Isabelle to alleged murder and has never been the same ever since she died. He ruled his pack, Crimson Blood Pack with an iron fist and never allowed anyone to neither break down his barriers nor let his weakness show. Until a certain rejected she wolf comes along and changes everything. Dimitri and Artemis are now mates and are the Alpha and Luna of Crimson Blood Pack. They both endured purgatory in their lives and yet, it's still not enough. Enemies from both sides want nothing more than to seek revenge from them and watch them fall to their demise. Marcus is obsessed with Artemis and will stop at nothing until he has his rose back in his bouquet of flowers. Will they survive the heartbreaking trauma that will inevitably come their way? Will they be able to prove that love is the greatest weapon of all? And most important... Will Dimitri be able to protect his Luna from the hate of the present and the poison from the past? Time would tell...

Blissfully married, surrounded by loyal friends and family, and the leaders of the eminent Sangue Mafia, Jasmine and Valentino Guerrero are the quintessence of a perfect couple. They are dangerous, bold, powerful and above all madly in love. Mere months after having tied the knot the newlyweds are faced with family drama, envy, jealousy and animosity from all sides. They say family is everything, but sometimes even the closest relatives tend to hide the darkest secrets. In addition to the internal strife, shadows from the past loom over the Guerrero household, bringing startling revelations, pain and old grudges to the surface while threatening the safety of the family as well as their loved ones. "Alright buddy, here's the deal. My wife is hungry, she's cold and tired, and frankly, so am I," Valentino said as he picked up a hammer and approached Alejandro. "Why not make this easier on everybody and just tell us where the files are? If you do that, I'll skip the foreplay and go straight to the fucking." "You idiot! You mixed up the phrases," I laughed. "It's, 'I'll skip the torture and go straight to the killing'. You're just horny babe, that's why you were thinking of foreplay and fucking." "I blame it on you tesoro. You and your sexy-as-hell body. Why, looking at you in this tight little leather skirt and lace top has all sorts of desirous thoughts running rampant through my brain," he groaned. I giggled and leaned against the wall, feeling proud of myself for being able to scramble Valentino's brains so easily, that too without even trying. Redirecting my attention to the matter at hand I saw Valentino raise the hammer and bring it down on Alejandro's knee, causing the latter to let out an anguished yell. "Where are the files?" he demanded. "F..fuck you! I'll never tell you!" Alejandro spat. Valentino looked back at me and I gave a helpless shrug. "He asked for it, so give it to him."

Amara Avery thought she used up all her luck when she won VIP tickets to Lollapalooza Mumbai. It was supposed to be the ultimate girls' trip: three days of music, partying, and forgetting about life in Macon, Georgia. She didn't expect Rudra Singh Rajvansh. And she definitely didn't expect him to step on her favorite sneaker in the VIP lounge. He didn't apologize. He just looked at her like she was the only person in a crowd of thousands. Rudra isn't a fairytale prince. He is a beautiful, terrifying monster in a bespoke suit who rules the city from the shadows. He doesn't ask for things he takes them. And the moment he ruined her shoe, he decided he was going to own the woman wearing it. Now, the festival is over. Amara packs her bags, heads to the airport, and hands over her passport. DENIED. She isn't missing her passport. She's on the No-Fly List. Placed there by the Crown Prince himself. He says the world is too dangerous for her to roam free. She's starting to realize the most dangerous thing in India is him. "You didn't lose your slipper, Amara. I stepped on it so you couldn't run."