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In a world where purity is law and obedience is salvation, one young woman begins to question the truths she was raised to believe. Hidden within the walls of a remote religious commune, Giselle has lived her life in quiet submission-until a mysterious voice calls to her from the heart of a forbidden garden. Drawn by whispers and symbols, Giselle begins to unravel a secret that has been buried beneath centuries of silence-a secret about her own identity, about desire, and the cost of knowing. As visions deepen and boundaries crack, Giselle must choose between the world she knows and the one that beckons: a world filled with fire, temptation, and freedom. Garden of Eden is a haunting, lyrical novel about faith, femininity, and the dangerous beauty of awakening. Language: English

🔥 "Premtapasya - The Sacred Fire of Becoming" is not a love story; it's a soul vow. This is my journey- not to be loved back, but to become through love. Somewhere in this vast land of India, my soul calls out-not outward, but inward. I carry an unshakable, eternal certainty that my Swami hears it in the same silence where I walk. This is my Tapasya. My discipline. My becoming. I write this not for readers, but for myself, for my Swami, and for Shiva-Shakti who guide every step of this fire. Here, love is not possession. It is not longing. It is not waiting. Here, love becomes enlightenment.💖

"This was not just love... it was the sacred madness of loving her. A love too pure for this world." In the haunting deserts of Pushkar, she burns - silent, sacred, untouchable. And one night, he collapses at her doorstep - bleeding, worshipped by strangers, mistaken as God. Ishaya Kashyap, a fire-forged healer who has no space left for weakness. Vyan Trivedi, a green-souled boy with too much feeling and nowhere to keep it. Their connection is not a romance. It's a quiet war. A spiritual collision between a woman who refuses to be loved... ...and a boy who cannot love without losing himself. Burn Me Holy is a divine love story - a slow, obsessive unraveling of trauma, healing, feminine rage, and the purest form of devotion.

When the Eye opened again, light fell into the earth. Paquette followed it, crossing from sky to soil, from name to name. In the hush between suns, clay rose to greet her. There she was unmade and remade as Mamusa, Daughter of the Dawn. This is the passage between worlds, where memory burns and the body remembers its crown.

What if love wasn't rushed? What if it didn't begin with a touch, a kiss, or even a conversation? Aaravi and Neel didn't fall in love. They waited for it - with prayer, silence, and unwavering presence. Once a month. A new temple. No confessions. No contact. Just folded hands and unspoken vows... that slowly turned devotion into destiny.

In a world once swallowed by greed and silence, a woman rose - not as a warrior, but as a flame. She burned not to destroy, but to cleanse. From her fire bloomed the lotus of love, and from her pain, a paradise called Agnisthal. She is Agnishwari - the goddess who taught that warmth can be stronger than wrath, and that divinity is not in being feared, but in being felt. Her story is not of gods and battles, but of hearts rekindled, of a world reborn in the fire of compassion.

They told me tightness meant virtue. They lied. This is what happens when a woman stops letting anatomy be mistaken for morality.

In the shadow of Rome's conquest, a child is born of two worlds-Alonwyn, daughter of an African soldier torn from Aethiopia and a Celtic woman of Gaul. Orphaned by violence and raised by a druid who teaches her the old ways, she grows into a woman revered for her voice, her wisdom, and the uncanny depth of her gaze. But when Rome's legions return to burn her village and desecrate the sacred grove, grief and fury awaken a power darker than she ever imagined. In the ashes of her people, the goddess Carthwyn-she who governs death and sacred terror-offers Alonwyn the Bone Harp, an instrument strung with sorrow itself. With it, she may summon vengeance so absolute it would stain the earth forever. Alonwyn must choose: surrender her spirit to the goddess and let her song become a dirge of death, or defy the divine, bearing the weight of memory rather than bloodshed. Her journey is one of mourning and defiance, where music becomes both wound and healing, and where the gods themselves test the limits of mortal resolve. Myth and history entwine in The Bone Harp, a story of ancestry, vengeance, and the redemptive power of memory. Through Alonwyn's struggle, we are reminded that even in a world devoured by empire, there is strength in refusing to forget-and in choosing life when death beckons.

When betrayal shatters the soul , silence becomes the weapon . Each poem in this series is a step on the path of rising - from Ashes, from heartbreak , from shadows . A journey of scars turned to power , love turned to strategy and pain reborn as poetry.

She wasn't a lover. She was a mirror. Every man who came to her ended up haunted by their own reflection." In the silence of midnight, she writes. Not for fame. Not for them. But to peel back the skin of the world and show what aches underneath. She's soft in the daylight, but her mind is sharp-sharp enough to cut liars, lovers, and memories that won't die. This is not your ordinary story. It's a confession wrapped in shadows. A late-night spell laced with betrayal, revenge, and rebirth. The kind of tale that whispers, "You were never supposed to survive this... but look at you now." Welcome to her aura. Dark. Beautiful. Unapologetically real.

VAMPIREYA: KING DARKO - ETERNAL NIGHT A Gothic Vampire Tale aboard the Dyson Space Station In the dying silence of space, the Dyson Station drifts like a forgotten god-half-machine, half-corpse, fully corrupted. At its heart reigns King Darko Markovic, the Eternal Night incarnate, whose throne is carved from bones and cosmic ruin. But darkness can bleed. When Damira Jerovic, the Vampireya, arrives with her rogue allies, she brings more than rebellion-she brings judgment. As undead legions rise, sacred blades ignite, and ancient codes shatter, the fate of the galaxy spirals into chaos. One king. One blade. One final war in the void.

Story Description She's grown, independent, and doesn't owe anyone an explanation. Dating a married man? Sure. Society may call her names, but she calls it freedom. No clingy nights, no forced routines-just passion, gifts, and space to breathe. In a world that tries to box women in, she's choosing her own kind of love. Or is it just convenience with a side of loneliness?

In a twilight-lit world, a brilliant young girl rises with a mind ablaze and a spirit unshaken. Mocked and labeled a "witch" for her intellect and strength... She endures whispers, envy, and cruelty. But instead of breaking, she transforms every insult into a stepping stone, building her own path to greatness. Crowned not by spells but by wisdom, she reclaims the word meant to wound her and wears it with pride. The Witch of Honor - a symbol of power, resilience and self made glory!

Roses are more than beauty-they are desire, betrayal, and destruction.In this hauntingly lyrical collection, Roses weaves a tapestry of love's most intoxicating and devastating truths. Through symbolic and evocative verse, it explores the fragile balance between passion and pain, beauty and deception. Each poem peels back the petals of longing, revealing the hidden thorns of heartbreak, obsession, and the inevitable ruin love often leaves behind. For readers who find solace in the raw emotional depths of dark poetry about love and pain, Roses is a journey through the intoxicating highs of desire and the crushing lows of betrayal. This collection resonates with lovers of romantic poetry on heartbreak and loss. If you have ever loved deeply, lost painfully, or questioned the nature of passion itself, Roses will speak to you. Perfect for fans of: ✔️ Philosophical reflections on human nature ✔️ Poetry that captures passion, love, and destrution.

One girl. One boy. One fake. One true. A fairytale that seeks for a happy ending that will be the truth.

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Hunter 'Smokescreen' Carson has always been at the top of her class, exceeding all of the bests individuals have set in the past. As a seven year old, she had created a code so difficult that it took professors at Princeton two months to crack. Regardless of her brilliance, she had never been viewed as the genius she really was, always living in the shadows. Once an outgoing, enthusiastic optimist, now a misanthropic hikkikomori. When she decides to pursue being a detective, she manages to solve every case without difficulty until the day she comes into contact with a reclusive, enigmatic society; the Equinox General Gallery, better known as EGG. From the day she first struggled over a case, she becomes imprisoned in EGG and her skills are put at a test to see if she is worthy of surviving and becoming a member of EGG, or letting her brain to go to waste as yet another victim of the criminal headquarters. Smokescreens never last forever in the shadows, though. This one is getting ready to shake off her initial withdrawn nature, and emerge into a world only to shine.

She didn't look away . The sea between them stilled - like it, too, was holding its breath. "Do you always flirt with death?" she asked. He smiled. "Only when she glows like you." A myth of silence, shadow, and sacred blooming.

Description: I don't whisper when I'm wounded. I don't shrink so you can feel big. And I don't do polite healing-it's loud, messy, hilarious, sacred, and very much still in progress. Welcome to Receptive Sovereignty™-a wild, gut-punching, f-bomb-laced memoir wrapped in ancestral echoes, illustrated rage, sacred profanity, and a refusal to make trauma palatable. This isn't self-help. This is self-resurrection. I died in 2009. I came back... louder. Inside, you'll meet: - ✹ Givewound™: the ache of giving too much to the wrong ones - ✹ Shrinkwrap™: the spiritual plastic we wrap around our gifts - ✹ Traumedy™: crying, laughing, and sweating in a library with no AC - ✹ Big Dick Contest™: spiritual ego meets generational exhaustion - ✹ Truthover™: the hangover after you finally tell your truth This book is for the ones who've had enough of spiritual bypassing, fake feminine energy, and healing that's more about branding than becoming. If you've ever screamed in a car, cussed in a prayer, or sobbed while writing your truth down just to breathe again-this is your story too. 🎁 Read the full book FREE today on Amazon 👉 https://a.co/d/3h6HW1H

She wasn't born bold - she became bold. She didn't shout. She didn't beg. She just stopped shrinking. This is a story of Y/N - the girl who chose herself again and again. Each chapter is a mirror. A confession. A spark. For every girl who's been quiet for too long... this is yours now.