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"Bullets and ballet shoes. Russian curses and grand jetés. Welcome to Nocturne, where a prima ballerina pack heat and crime lord appreciate fine art." ---- She was Nocturne's prima ballerina. He was the city's most dangerous kingpin. Together, they would burn the Russian underworld to ash. Verena Petrova dances for Nocturne's elite, but beneath her ethereal grace lies a deadly secret-she's been living off blood money for eleven years. When Alaric Volkov, the ruthless pakhan of the city's most feared Bratva family, discovers her father's crimes, he offers her a choice: decode his enemies' secrets or watch everything she's built crumble. But Alaric Volkov doesn't just want her skills. He wants her-mind, body, and the dangerous fire that burns beneath her porcelain mask. What begins as blackmail ignites into an obsession neither can control. As Moscow's shadows reach across an ocean to claim what they believe they own, vera must choose between the safety of surrender and the intoxicating danger of a man who promises to burn the world down for her. Some debts are inherited. Some sins are chosen. And some loves are worth destroying empires for. In Nocturne's neon-lit underworld, grace meets grit, ballet meets bullets, and a ballerina learns that the deadliest dance is the one between predator and prey-especially when you can't tell which one you are. From blood-stained pointe shoes to diamond-encrusted bullets, this is a love obsession story written in violence and sealed with sin. [check out more details inside]

A chaotic whirlwind of love, obsession, and destiny-this multifandom imagine book is your personal portal into worlds where you're never just a background character. From toxic villains to protective antiheroes, charming heartthrobs to ruthless royalty-each chapter comes alive with GIFs, dialogue, and drama. Whether you're dancing with the Devil, healing a hero, or betraying a best friend, there's only one rule: Feel everything. Perfect for fans of DC, Marvel, Mortal Kombat, Twilight, anime, and more. You bring the obsession. I'll bring the fantasy.

Heaven in the Underneath A gritty, bruised-love ballad In the flickering red glow of a neon cross above a broken-down bar, two hard-lived souls find each other on a floor littered with shattered glass and empty promises. This isn't the clean kind of love. It's whiskey-soaked, fist-fight raw, and stubborn as hell. It's sacred dirt under fingernails and sins whispered like prayers in the dark. It's pulling each other from the gutter, clawing through the storms, and building a throne out of splintered wood and unpaid bills. Here, heaven isn't found in halos or polished vows. It's down in the underneath-where the wreckage burns into fire, where a breathin' woman in scarred arms turns the profane into steel. One song. One rusty blade of truth cutting straight to the bone. If you've ever loved someone through the mess, through the fight, through the nights you almost walked away... this one's for you.