Maria, a married Frenchwoman living in Nazi-occupied Hautmont in the Second World War, is in need of a unique kind of love. Who would've thought that uniquely forbidden love comes in the form of a devilishly handsome Nazi Lieutenant? (Inspired by Suite Française)

*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.

"Whether you like it or not, and I'm ready to collect what's mine and You? Are MINE." MATURE CONTENT. Astoria Evans. She was anything but normal. Orphaned at a young age and continuously bullied at school that she even had to run from her birth place with her grandmother. Then she realises that she could see the supernatural and no one would believe her? Ghosts;The Dead, Anything. She saw them plain as day. She knew was different from the rest but after a stranger comes and turns her world upside down, she doesn't know what to believe. She knew she was special, but only thing she didn't know yet was she was the one Fate destined for the Big Angry God Downstairs. Pluto Being the antisocial god he is, he never expected to be suddenly summoned from the very brother he hated and despised. Then it was announced, his mate was to be born in 1000 years time? Of course, no less than one of the newer generation gods would do. So imagine his surprise when the goddess of love says his fated is a weak, flesh mortal. He storms out on this news not believing his ears. What sick fucking joke was this? 1017 years have passed since then and though she may be mortal but she's still his. And he was ready to collect what's his. ♡♡♡♡ Pluto pulled his black mask up, and looked coldly in Astoria's eyes. "I'll be back," He spoke. "Don't do anything stupid or I'll spank you." "But-" Pluto looked back at her harshly, "But what?" "You're not the boss of me." Astoria rose from her chair and stood in front of him poking him in the chest. Pluto caught her hands and leaned closer to her ear, "Don't hit me unless you want me to fuck you so hard in that bed until you can't move ever again." Astoria stared at his slashed eye and saw he was dead serious, Pluto released her with chuckle. He dragged down his body suit to his collarbone where it shone a bright purple with an evil glint in his dark eyes, "You may not think you're mine but your cunt sure does."

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