Violentromance Stories

In a world where strength is everything, Uvogin-the loudest, most destructive Spider of the Phantom Troupe-has never met an opponent he couldn't crush. Until her. Vespera Kain is a sharp-tongued survivor from the Dark Continent, carrying powers so alien and dangerous that even the Troupe doesn't understand them. Sarcastic, guarded, and armed with living thorns that can drain Nen, curse minds, or heal the unbreakable, Ves wants nothing more than to destroy a deadly relic and disappear back into the shadows. But the mountain-sized brute won't let her. What starts as a brutal collision of fists and venomous barbs slowly turns into something neither of them expected. He's loud, reckless, and terrifyingly loyal. She's prickly, broken, and convinced attachment is a death sentence. As Dark Continent horrors hunt them and the Phantom Troupe grows suspicious of her unknown abilities, Uvogin finds himself doing the impossible: going soft for a woman who bites back. And Ves discovers that maybe-not that she'd ever admit it-the safest place in the world is wrapped in the arms of the loudest idiot alive. A slow-burn enemies-to-lovers story packed with explosive fights, savage banter, size-difference tension, and two broken souls learning that even the sharpest thorns need a mountain to grow on. "You talk too much shit for someone I could bench press." "And you're too loud for someone I'm starting to care about not dying."

Her father built an empire on silence and steel. When they killed him, they expected her to grieve quietly and disappear. They miscalculated. Corren Vale does not mourn in public. She does not collapse in private. She identifies every person who smiled at her father's funeral while holding the knife that put him in the ground, and she begins, methodically, to remove them. Chicago does not belong to the grieving. It belongs to whoever is willing to do what no one else will stomach. Corren has always known that. She just never thought she would have to prove it this publicly, or this permanently. Nico DeLuca is not an ally. He is not a partner. He is a problem she cannot solve without creating a worse one. Son of a Mafia captain, raised between old money and street violence, he operates on instinct and appetite. He has never once been told no by anyone who survived the conversation. He believes she is a liability dressed in a nice coat. She believes he will burn everything she is trying to build. They are both right. The city is watching. The bodies are accumulating. And somewhere beneath the war, beneath the posturing and the gunfire and the rooms that smell like iron and expensive cologne, something is developing between them that neither of them has a name for and both of them recognize as catastrophic. No Mercy Avenue is a mature dark romance set in the criminal underground of Chicago: violence, power, obsession, and the cost of inheriting a throne built on blood. ©️ RelleLebby // R. L.

In a crumbling, forgotten city, artist Lyra Voss paints eerie portraits of strangers she's never met-except they aren't imaginary. They are lost souls, wandering the streets in the dead of night, unseen by anyone but her. When she meets Damien Ravenscar, a brooding man with a cryptic past, she's drawn into a world of immortals cursed to live in the shadows. At the heart of their existence lies a dark ritual, one that demands a sacrifice every decade. And Damien is next. As Lyra unravels the truth behind his fate, she's faced with an impossible choice: let him go or save him, condemning herself to the same cursed eternity. In this haunting tale of love, fate, and sacrifice, how much is a soul worth, and how far will she go to keep his?

This one's for my big girls 🤍

"sweet tenderness, if only lust had been this poetic .." ______________________________________________ ~ All rights reserved for 2021 ~ ©secondlydee