Tangled Desires
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Last published Mon, Sep 15, 2025
Two Weasleys.
One girl with a wicked tongue.
And a secret buried beneath her skin.
Roseanne Sinclair never believed in fairytales. Her childhood was stitched together with bruises and her smile hardened into armor. She always thought the hardest battles were fought with a wand. But the past she tried to bury is clawing its way back, and it's more dangerous than anything she's ever faced.
When Fred and George Weasley start to unravel her defenses, the flirtation feels harmless at first, just playful banter between friends. But something darker is stirring beneath Rose's carefully constructed walls-a twisted magic she can't escape, an ancient power rooted in her past, and a sigil she can't hide.
The more they try to pull her in, the more her secrets claw to the surface.
A mark on her skin, an ancient power, and a ritual that demands sacrifice-she can feel the chains tightening.
If she doesn't fight back, the price will be her life. But the cost of escape might be even worse.
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