ᴀʀᴀʙᴇʟʟᴀ ᴏꜰ ᴠᴀʟᴏɪꜱ A princess raised on stories of love, soft, gentle, and kind. Yet she grows up in a world that teaches her the opposite. Trapped in duty and expectations, she begins to wonder if love is something real... or just another fairytale meant to comfort lonely hearts. ʟᴜᴄɪᴇɴ ᴍᴏɴᴛᴀɢᴜᴇ A duke carved from cold authority and silence. A man who learned early that emotions are a weakness and love is nothing more than a distraction for the foolish. He does not believe in soft endings, nor does he seek them. When their worlds collide through fate and obligation, neither of them is prepared for what follows. Two hearts shaped by opposite truths. One bound by duty. The other by control. And when they are forced onto the same path...will they learn to understand each other? Or will they only destroy everything in their way? ⋆.˚✨️༘⋆ ⋆All Rights Reserved⋆

⚠️ This is Book 3 of the Midnight At The Cathedral trilogy and is NOT intended to be read as a standalone. To fully understand Nairobi's journey, please read the previous books first: 🩸 Book 1: Midnight At The Cathedral 👁️ Book 2: Midnight At The Cathedral: House Of Sight ***** She walked into the Cathedral searching for a job. She never expected to uncover a kingdom built on blood, ancient prophecies, and secrets buried for centuries. Now, everything has changed. The truth about Nytheris has finally come to light. The House of Sight has awakened. And after a single night that changed everything, Nairobi is no longer the woman who first stepped through the Cathedral's doors. As Valthorne stands on the brink of war, Nairobi finds herself at the center of a prophecy everyone seems to know... except her. With Lucian by her side, she must navigate a kingdom divided by loyalty, betrayal, and blood, while powerful enemies emerge from the shadows to finish what they started centuries ago. But some crowns are never inherited peacefully. They are claimed through sacrifice. As old enemies emerge from the shadows and the prophecy enters its final chapter, Nairobi must learn that claiming a crown is far easier than keeping the people she loves alive. Because the greatest threat to Valthorne isn't the war that's coming... It's the one fate has already written. The final chapter of the Midnight At The Cathedral trilogy begins here.

Midnight At The Cathedral: House Of Sight is the second book in the Midnight At The Cathedral series and is not intended to be read as a standalone. ******************************************** Some truths should never be uncovered. Some places remember everything. After the night that changed her life, Nairobi Scott should have run far away from the Cathedral. Instead, it keeps calling her back. The dreams are getting worse. A man with blue hair whispers to her from shadows she does not understand. A strange symbol burns beneath her skin. And every answer only leads to more questions. Especially about Lucian Valtori. Dangerous. Untouchable. Beautiful in the same way ruin is beautiful. He watches Nairobi too closely now. Protects her too much. And sometimes, when he looks at her, it feels like he knows something he refuses to say. But the deeper Nairobi falls into the secrets surrounding the House Of Sight, the more terrifying the truth becomes. Because the Cathedral was never just a nightclub. And Lucian was never the worst thing hiding inside it. Some monsters stalk from the dark. Others wait for you to remember them.

Some doors should never be opened. Some monsters wear beautiful faces. When Nairobi accepts a job at the most elite nightclub in Eldoria, she expects long nights, difficult customers, and a paycheck that will keep her afloat. what she doesn't expect is....him. Lucian Feared. Untouchable. Beautiful in ways that storms are beautiful....from a distance. The club hides secrets. People go missing. The staff doesn't ask questions. And the police? They already belong to him. But when Nairobi witnesses something she was never meant to see, she learns one terrifying truth: In Lucian's world... leaving is not an option. And worse? The more she fears him... The more she is drawn to him. Because some monsters don't chase. They claim.

Adrian Virelli is the kind of man mothers warn their daughters about-ruthless, untouchable, and whispered about in fear. He built his empire on calculated cruelty and never once looked back. In his world, loyalty is bought, mercy is weakness, and love is a liability. Then he meets Elena Bellini. She's soft in a way the city isn't - gentle, patient, and innocent. She spend her days surrounded by roses and Lillie's, hands stained with soil instead of sin. She arranges bouquets for weddings and apologies, believing even broken things can bloom again. Adrian should use her. She's connected to debts lift by her late father - debts tied to the very foundation of his power. Instead he protects her. Pays what she owes. Silence threats before they reach her door. Lies to keep her hands clean of the blood that stains his. The more she smiles at him, the more violent he becomes towards anyone who risks dimming that light. He tells himself he was shielding her from the truth. But the truth is, he's the darkness. When Elena finally discovers that her father's fall is tangled in Adrian's rise, she doesn't scream. She doesn't run. She simply asks him, with trembling hurt in her voice, "Was it worth it?" Adrian Virelli has never bowed to another man. But for her, the devil kneels.

One high school, five teenagers, an unlimited amount of chaos. After a storm wipes out Wilkinson High, Rowena Salone and the entirety of her classmates are forced to relocate to the next closest school in their district. Being the new girl isn't so bad when you have familiar people to go through it with, like her best friend Cyrus Rivers. To avoid all the drama she involved herself in last year, Rowena strives to make her transition as uneventful as possible. The plan was to keep her head down and stay out of trouble. Only, Declan Montgomery is here to remind her that nothing ever goes as planned. COVER BY: @meha-k

Adelaide Beck dared Tristan Presley to become her best friend in the fifth grade... and he said okay. After a summer of doing nearly everything together, Tristan suddenly becomes distant with her. Adelaide had always guessed that natural causes had drifted them apart and that there wasn't much more she could do to stop it. Then years later in their Junior year of high school, Adelaide and Tristan meet again in detention. The time that they're forced to spend with each other bring the two close once again, but this time Tristan's secrets will no longer be kept in the dark, and Adelaide will begin to wonder if the drift in their friendship wasn't so natural after all... !Warning: this story is mildly mature and will contain cussing, violence, and some other mature content! Trope: enemies to besties to strangers to lovers ;) COVER BY: @meha-k Reader reviews: "This was literally the most wholesome book ever... absolutely loved it and finished it in 3 hrs" - RafiaTahrin "so so so great! I enjoyed reading this book so much. Made me happy, sad, laugh, cry, and I just LOVE IT SO MUCH" -NovaWrites00 "This was amazing and I'm smiling at 00:22 rn feeling better than ever" -Lady_fishstick "MY MOM JUST ENTERED MY ROOM AND SHE ASKED ME IF I WAS HUNGRY AND I SCREAMED "NO MOM I'M CRYING GET THE FUCK OUT". I'm grounded for the next freaking week..." -imnotoxic

Isabella learned too late that love is the most dangerous currency of all. As Queen of Mayhern, she ruled through restraint, not fear choosing compromise over conquest, mercy over suspicion. Every alliance cost her something. Every promise demanded a sacrifice. She gave until there was nothing left but the crown and the quiet ache of everything she had denied herself. The betrayal came from the hands that touched her daily. Those she trusted most sold her death as necessity, wrapped in loyalty and whispered justifications. Isabella was erased carefully, efficiently her blood spilled not in war, but in silence. Her crown passed on before her body was cold. She dies believing love made her weak. Death returns her broken and changed. Isabella rises bound to power that does not forgive and does not forget. The woman who believed in peace is gone, replaced by something sharpened by rage, grief, and the memory of betrayal burned into her bones. She no longer seeks mercy. She seeks control. And then there is him. A man who should have been her enemy. Dangerous. Unyielding. Everything she was taught to fear. He stands at the edge of her revenge, tied to her fate by blood, power, and a truth she is not ready to face. He does not ask for her trust. He does not offer redemption. He offers understanding the kind forged through shared darkness. As Isabella dismantles the lies built over her grave, she finds herself drawn to the one man capable of matching her fury and surviving her wrath. Loving him would be reckless. Trusting him could destroy what remains of her. But some bonds are born in ruin.

He was never the villain they feared. He was the punishment their kingdom earned. For years, the people of Elysium whispered that their terrifying emperor had finally been leashed by a gentle queen. Ophelia softened the monster beneath the crown with warm hands, soft smiles, and a love powerful enough to make a tyrant kneel willingly at her feet. She became the mercy in a kingdom built on bloodshed. The shield standing between the empire and the beast wearing the throne. And then someone poisoned her. Now the queen lies unconscious. Their unborn child hangs between life and death. And the empire is beginning to understand a horrifying truth: Achille was never protecting Ophelia from them. Ophelia was protecting them from Achille. Because the moment blood spilled from the empress's lips, something ancient and merciless woke inside the emperor. The leash snapped. The restraint vanished. And the man who conquered kingdoms with fire and brutality remembers exactly why the world once feared him. The court is no longer a place of politics. It is a hunting ground. Every smile hides betrayal. Every ally looks guilty. Every servant, noble, and friend becomes a suspect beneath the emperor's cold gaze. Heads begin to roll. Bodies pile beneath the throne. And somewhere inside the castle, a traitor realizes too late that they did not poison a queen- They wounded the only thing keeping the empire alive. Now the kingdom prays for Ophelia to wake before another river of blood floods the palace halls. Because if she dies... The emperor will not stop until every nation burns with her.

Everyone expected the quiet princess to die. The tyrant king had buried wives before, and the fragile girl forced to marry him was supposed to become just another forgotten tragedy. But the soft-spoken queen does something no one expected. She survives. While the court fears the monster on the throne, she remains beside him calm, gentle, and far stronger than anyone realizes. At first, the king tells himself she is simply useful. Her mind is sharp. Her kindness dangerous in a palace built on cruelty. And kings protect what is useful. But the longer she stands beside him, the more the kingdom begins to notice something unsettling. The tyrant who trusted no one now watches her like she is the most valuable thing in his world. His words remain cold. His temper still deadly. But everyone can see the truth the king refuses to admit. The monster on the throne has fallen in love. And the quiet queen who was supposed to die has learned something even more dangerous The only way anyone could ever hurt her... Is by surviving the king who would burn kingdoms to the ground to protect what belongs to him. (Book 1 )