𝚂𝚑𝚘𝚛𝚝 𝚂𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚘𝚋𝚜𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚟𝚎/𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚟𝚎/𝚍𝚘𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚗𝚝/𝚘𝚋𝚜𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚖𝚊𝚕𝚎 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚍. 𝙵𝚎𝚖𝚊𝚕𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛 × 𝙼𝚊𝚕𝚎 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚍

This is not a fairytale - it is a dark love story where devotion turns into obsession and passion curdles into control. In whispered vows and lingering touches, love becomes a beautiful poison, binding two hearts together in a romance as intoxicating as it is toxic

DISCLAIMER: This book contains mature subject matter and triggering topics that may not be suitable for every reader. • • • "What is it that I always tell you, Winona? You'll always come back to me. A bird never forgets its home." Winona Horton has only ever known one home and one man, and she's never strayed from her simple life on an orchard in Homestead, Iowa. But the introduction of a boy from California and the uncovering of unsettling truths begin to shatter her illusions of the past, present, and future.

Ana goes on a week long camping trip with a group of friends for their fall break. Little does she know things are about to take a turn in ways she never imagined. ... He watched her, and now he wants her. He has no plans on letting her go. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Spotting a lamp, I grabbed its glass base, and slammed it against the table. It shattered the end. I raised it up towards him, the sharp ends glinting from the sunlight. He let out a breath before kicking the door shut behind him with a foot. His sharp gaze never left mine. "Stay away from me." I warned. He stalked towards me. "You will regret not heeding my warning." ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ! This story is a dark romance, including themes such as murder, kidnapping, forced proximity, some non-consensual acts, etc. !

After Elowen Maris escapes from her father, who planned to sell her, she hides in her grandmother's house, believing she has finally outrun danger until she is abducted by Aurelian Knox, a wealthy, obsessively controlling man who has been watching her long before she ever noticed him. When she wakes inside a massive glass vessel designed not to imprison her but to punish her, she realises this is not normal... it's as if someone has done this to him before. Inside his isolated manor, Aurelian insists he didn't kidnap her to harm her, but to protect and preserve what her father failed to keep safe. As they both become dangerously intimate, she is forced to confront a terrifying question: Is she trying to escape him... or survive becoming someone she no longer wants to be?

Sequel to Shattered --------------------------- A dark, psychological romance.

"Get off me." I struggle to no avail, trying to get control of my arms, which he easily keeps pinned. "You son of a-" I'm cut off by his hand over my mouth, leaving his other hand to grip both my wrists above my head. "Do you really want to finish that sentence?" He's starting to get irritated, but I'm too angry to care. I nod my head and yell obscenities that are muffled by his hand. I try to bite his hand, but it's pressed so tightly on my mouth that my teeth can't get a grip on anything. I just want to get out of this extremely vulnerable position. He's barely even putting force into his actions, and yet he is so much stronger than me. It's a terrifying thought to realise that you would be helpless if a man wanted to harm you, subjected to his whims just because of biological differences. "Seriously, Mollie, stop being so childish." He removes his hand and wipes it on my shirt. I don't miss how his hand stays on my waist. "Get off me then," I hide my fear behind my anger and hope he doesn't see through it. I think he does, because he teases me with a smile, "What will you do if I don't? You can't exactly do much in this position." His words sink an arrow of terror into my gut. *** Mollie's bus is hijacked by a group of masked men one day when she's on her way home from university. The hostages are taken to a house in the woods where they're ransomed back to their families. All except Mollie. The leader of the masked men has an interest in her, one that seems to have existed before the hijacking, and doesn't want to let her go. It seems that she's been kidnapped for keeps.

*Disclaimer: This book was originally written in 2018. I am currently in the midst of rewriting the book. The first four chapters are from the original book. Every chapter following suit is a new rendition.* Pskov, Russia - Winter 1942 The Germans came quickly. They stayed even longer. Eighteen year-old Katja is left alone when her brother leaves to fight for the Red Army. By the time winter settles over Pskov, her town is already occupied. Its streets patrolled by enemy soldiers, its people starving, its familiarity stripped away piece by piece. Survival becomes her only goal. Until she meets him. Wilhelm Winter, a young German officer stationed in occupied Pskov, never imagined the war would look like this. A lover of Russian literature and music, he finds himself trapped between orders and conscience, and the lines between right and wrong begin to blur. A single act of kindness, a pair of gloves offered in the snow, binds their lives together. What begins as fleeting glances and stolen moments grows into something far more dangerous. In a city ruled by fear and suspicion, Katja and Wilhelm navigate hunger, loss, desire, and the unbearable weight of loving the enemy. Every meeting risks exposure. Every choice carries consequences that neither of them can escape. As winter deepens and the war demands more blood, they must decide whether love can survive under occupation or whether it will destroy them both. * Wilhelm Winter and Friedhelm Winter are characters inspired from the German miniseries, Generation War. This story is a fictional reinterpretation and does not aim to portray the characters or events exactly as shown in the series. While the names and visuals inspiration remain the same, this version of Wilhelm and Friedhelm are written for this story alone. All other characters and events are original creations. *This story is intended for mature audiences and includes depictions of violence, sexual content, and strong language.

"𝙸𝚝 𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚘𝚘 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚟𝚢 𝚊 𝚋𝚞𝚛𝚍𝚎𝚗 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚘 𝚠𝚎𝚊𝚛 𝚘𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚕𝚢, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚒𝚝 𝚒𝚜 𝚜𝚊𝚏𝚎𝚛 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚖𝚎. 𝙸 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚠𝚎𝚊𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚢 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚜𝚘𝚞𝚕, 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚊𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚢 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚒𝚊𝚛𝚢. 𝚆𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚋𝚎 𝚎𝚊𝚌𝚑 𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛'𝚜 𝚔𝚎𝚎𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚜. 𝙼𝚢 𝚕𝚒𝚏𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚜, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚜 𝚘𝚗 𝚖𝚢 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚛."