Last Light | Oc story | Romance

Last Light | Oc story | Romance

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Sat, Sep 6, 2025
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Fantasy
They say every saloon has a story, but the Hallow Ember has a heartbeat. Its walls hum with secrets, its cellar breathes when no one is listening, and its owner-Vexa Marrow-wears her curse like a second skin. Once a hunter of monsters, now the keeper of something far worse, Vexa tends her bar with steady hands and sharper eyes. To the weary traveler, she's a legend. To the desperate, she's a last chance. And to those who know the truth, she's a lock barely holding against the thing chained beneath her floorboards. This is not just the tale of a saloon. It is the story of debts, curses, and names that refuse to stay buried. And the ledger is beginning to turn its own pages.
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"𝐃𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐦𝐨𝐚𝐧 𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐝, 𝐀𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐥." Cassian's voice was a husky whisper against Seraphina's ear, his fingers moving deep inside her as her back arched helplessly against the wall. The air was thick, the danger sharper than the pleasure tearing through her body. Her husband was only a room away. "Be a good little slut for me," Cassian murmured, lips brushing her throat, "or Lucian will hear you, and then he'll know exactly who owns you." Seraphina bit down on her lip, muffling the cry that threatened to break free. Her heart hammered in her chest - guilt, desire, fear - all colliding at once. It was madness, sin, everything she swore she'd never do... and yet she couldn't stop. Not when Cassian's touch felt like salvation. **** Seraphina thought she had married her dream man. Lucian Veyron, the dazzling billionaire who swept her into a fairytale romance, promised her forever. But after the vows, he became a stranger - cold, cruel, and determined to make her life miserable. Then the accident happened. Seraphina wakes in a private ward, nursed by gentle hands and soothed by a voice that calls her beautiful, a man who worships her body like she's his only prayer. But he isn't her husband. He's Lucian's identical twin - Cassian Veyron. Cassian is everything his brother isn't - tender, protective, dangerously addictive. When she's stronger, they return home with Lucian confined to a wheelchair, Cassian moves into their mansion to help. Now Seraphina is forced to live under one roof with the husband who broke her... and the brother who makes her burn. Every glance across the dinner table is fire. Every secret touch in the hallway is temptation. Every stolen night feels like a sin she never wants to escape.

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