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Ashes Of Love (GL)
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Complete, First published Apr 14
She was never meant to remember.
But some names burn too deep to forget.

When Evelyn Stone's forgotten past comes clawing back with a name she was never meant to hear, the empire she built on power and lies begins to crack.
Old ghosts, dangerous secrets, and one man who refuses to stay buried.
And this time, love might be the most dangerous thing of all.


Book 2 of the 'Fated Shadow' series.
Caution: This is a GL (Girl Love) story, featuring a female love interest.
Grumpy x sunshine
Ice queen x sunshine dynamic
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Series

Fated Shadows Series

  • SHADES OF LOVE cover
    Season 1
    18 parts
  • Season 2
    19 parts
  • The Starry Night (BL) cover
    Season 3
    8 parts
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Into The Arms of Dusk

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November nights are especially stricken with melancholy, as if the ghosts of all winter past come rushing to haunt her heart. She was a captive of her love, her desire, and her dreams. There's always a special quality to the loneliness of dusk, a sorrowness more infectious than the night. She had earned his trust. She had never strayed, betrayed, abandoned. She'd been stalwart, true, loving. To her, he was her everything. But to him, she was only a secret. He was a prince and she was merely his lover. • Dismount your high horse. come take claim of the girl you ruined. Come lay eyes upon the desolation you left in your wake. Do you not hear the devil at your shoulder sharpening his daggers? He sits heavy on your subconscious. Dauntingly smirking at me from afar. Enough of his wretched sins, speak to me with your eyes and perhaps somewhere, some day, at less miserable times, we may repent. In the arms of dusk.