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Elle Targaryen
Elle Targaryen
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Until The Lie Loved Me

Until The Lie Loved Me

Until The Lie, Loved Me by Elle Targaryen Celeste Monroe's picture-perfect marriage was a lie. Behind the doors of her luxurious home lived a man who controlled her, broke her, and left her mourning three lost pregnancies in silence. Then he had an accident. When he wakes from a coma, he's not the same. The cruelty is gone. In its place is tenderness, protectiveness-and a love she never thought she'd feel. For a while, Celeste lets herself believe in miracles. Until she uncovers the truth: the man in her home isn't her husband. He's a spy sent to erase her. Now, Celeste must play a dangerous game-caught between the man who stole her heart and the mission that could end her life. "How do you escape the man sent to destroy you-when your heart is already his?"
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Chapter: 🩷Escape🩷
Celeste The fire spread fast. Old files, abandoned equipment, and years of dust turned the vault into a furnace. Smoke clawed at my throat, stinging my eyes as I dragged Elias toward the exit. His arm was heavy over my shoulders, his weight forcing my steps slow. “Keep moving,” I said, breath sharp. “I’m fine,” he gritted out, even though his face was pale. “You’re bleeding through everything you’re wearing. That’s not fine.” His jaw tightened, but he didn’t argue. We stumbled into the night air, the cold hitting me like a slap after the heat of the fire. Behind us, the facility groaned as the flames devoured it. For a second, I stopped, chest heaving. It was over. Roarke was gone. But I didn’t feel relief. I felt the weight of everything still ahead. --- We didn’t go far. A cluster of broken-down buildings sat at the edge of Marrington, one of them still standing enough to shield us. I pushed the door open with my foot and guided Elias inside. It smelled of mildew and r
Last Updated: 2025-08-06
Chapter: 🩷ONE OF US🩷
Celeste The roads out of the safehouse were slick with morning fog. Mist curled around the trees like fingers tugging at the hem of reality, and I gripped the wheel tighter to keep my hands from shaking. Carmen had given me a vehicle an old matte-black Jeep, dented, armored, and too damn loud. Nova slipped me a burner phone, two clips, and a shoulder holster before she disappeared again with a grin and the words: “Now you’re really one of us.” I wasn’t. Not yet. But I was done being just someone’s target. Someone’s wife. Someone’s leverage. Now I was someone’s consequence. And God help them if they didn’t see it coming. --- “Are you sure about this?” Carmen had asked earlier, arms crossed, eyes narrowing the way they did when she saw a storm brewing. “No,” I told her honestly, loading the magazine into the Glock. “But I wasn’t sure about breathing yesterday either. Still did it.” She didn’t smile. But she didn’t stop me. “You’ll want to head west. Marrington.” That name a
Last Updated: 2025-08-06
Chapter: 🩷ELIAS🩷
EliasIt didn’t matter how many times I’d been shot at, stabbed, hunted, or betrayed. Nothing compared to walking away from her.I did it anyway.Because if I stayed, she’d be next. And I’d kill too many people trying to stop that from happening. There wouldn’t be a soul left untouched by the fire I’d bring down.So I left before the burn started.By the time Roarke’s people caught up to my trail, I was already in Savannah. I’d left false footprints along the back channels, pinged my location through three burner phones, and sent up smoke where I knew they’d look.And still, they came too fast.Roarke had mobilized everyone. Not just mercs. Not just corrupt suits. Everyone. The cartel-adjacent dealers. The washed up government agents he’d bought with blackmail and blood. Hell, I even spotted one of the twins from Morocco.He wasn’t playing around.And neither was I.---The alley reeked of oil and mildew. My leg was bleeding again nothing fatal, just messy. I’d taken the shot to the t
Last Updated: 2025-07-05
Chapter: 🩷DEATH🩷
Celeste The first thing I noticed when I woke was the cold. Not the kind that comes from air conditioning or poor insulation. No this was the kind of cold that wrapped around your bones like a warning. The kind of cold that only made sense when you realized something was missing. Elias. His side of the car was empty. Driver's seat vacant. Door ajar. The blanket we’d shared lay folded across the console, untouched, too neat. Too intentional. I sat up quickly, heart already racing. "Elias?" No answer. I shoved open the door and stepped outside into the damp morning air. Mist clung low over the grass, and the rusted Shell sign above the gas station creaked softly in the breeze. Nothing. No sign of struggle. No note. No tire marks. Just... gone. He left me. The thought hit like a punch to the chest. Not because I didn't expect it. But because deep down, I thought maybe just maybe he'd stay this time. I turned in a slow circle, scanning the horizon, listening. Wai
Last Updated: 2025-07-05
Chapter: 🩷THE REUNION🩷
Elias There are two kinds of silence in this world. The kind that gives you peace. And the kind that presses a blade to your back and waits for you to move. The silence now at the edge of this empty rest stop, buried in a tangle of woods and cold wind was the second kind. Roarke was coming. I could feel it in the pressure behind my ribs. The way my body hadn’t unclenched in over an hour. It was like I’d swallowed tension whole and forgotten how to breathe it out. Celeste was still asleep beside me, curled under the blanket, her cheek pressed to the curve of my arm like it belonged there. She didn’t know I was wide awake. Didn’t know I hadn’t closed my eyes once since Carmen’s message came through. Roarke landing in Savannah meant one thing: this was personal now. He wasn’t sending contractors anymore. He wanted to handle the job himself. And when Roarke got personal, people died. --- I got out of the car just before dawn, letting the chill slap me back into my old skin.
Last Updated: 2025-07-04
Chapter: 🩷INTO THE LIONS DEN🩷
Celeste The moment we crossed into Charleston, the air changed. It tasted like memory. Like panic wrapped in perfume. I kept my eyes on the road ahead, but the skyline made it impossible to forget. Every steel edge, every glass window, reminded me of a life lived behind them one where I smiled for photos, kept quiet at dinners, and learned how to cry silently into thousand-thread-count sheets. Now I was coming back with a gun tucked against my spine and the weight of a man’s lies in my pocket. I didn’t know if I was returning home… or walking into a trap. Beside me, Elias hadn’t spoken in over twenty minutes. He was watching the mirrors like a wolf scenting blood, the tendons in his hands tight against the steering wheel. “You don’t have to come inside,” I said, not because I wanted him to stay behind but because if something went wrong, I wanted at least one of us to make it out alive. Elias didn’t look at me. “I’m not letting you walk into that place alone.” The
Last Updated: 2025-07-04
BOUND TO HER WILL

BOUND TO HER WILL

A Dark Paranormal Romance | Fated Mates | Slow Burn Obsession He came to her in chains. But it’s her rules he’ll beg to obey. By day, Ronan Thorne is an Alpha shifter - commanding, ruthless, untouchable. By night, he's something else entirely: a feral beast cursed by a vengeful moon goddess after he dared to seduce her sacred virgin. Every sunset splits his soul, forcing him to live half a life—and leaving behind blood and desire he can’t remember. Desperate for control, he seeks out Eidolon, the most exclusive underground dominatrix club in the city. But he doesn’t expect Talia, a woman with a voice that stills the storm inside him and eyes that see too much. Talia doesn’t do emotional entanglements. Her clients submit. They don’t haunt her dreams. But Ronan is different. Dangerous. Addictive. And when she touches him, something ancient stirs inside her a legacy tied to the very goddess who cursed him. He wants to surrender. She was born to command. But what begins as a game of control quickly spirals into obsession, forbidden lust, and a choice that could destroy them both. Can she tame the beast without losing herself… or will she awaken a hunger no one can contain? --- Author's Note Welcome to Marked by the Beast — where dominance is delicious, secrets are deadly, and the line between pleasure and danger? Paper-thin. This story contains mature themes, dark romance, and explicit scenes that may not be suitable for all readers. If you're into primal bonds, forbidden heat, and a heroine who doesn't just tame the beast—she owns him— Then, darling, you're exactly where you need to be. Read responsibly. Hydrate. And don’t say I didn’t warn you. From your favorite dark romance author Elle Targaryen😉
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Chapter: 🌟THE FIGHT🌟
🩵Ronan🩵The blast sent Ronan to his knees.For a breathless moment, everything was light and heat and the deafening hum of magic gone wild. His ears rang. The air tasted like ash and iron. When the dust finally settled, he scrambled forward, panic clawing at his chest."Talia!"She lay crumpled where the spell had struck. Her body was still. Smoke curled from the ground around her. He reached her in seconds, hands skimming her shoulders, her face. Her pulse fluttered beneath his fingers. Alive. Barely.A roar erupted behind him—the Beast.The creature had fully transformed now. Tall and terrible, eyes burning gold, wings flaring wide. The sigils across his skin glowed with Seraphina’s magic, resisting her command with sheer will.Ronan turned, shielding Talia’s body with his own."Enough!" he shouted.Seraphina descended slowly, her feet touching the Hollow's ground like a queen descending from the heavens. Her eyes burned with fury, but her face remained eerily calm."She was in th
Last Updated: 2025-05-22
Chapter: 🌟THE HOLLOWED AIR🌟
🩵Ronan🩵The torchlight flickered along the mountain corridor walls, casting sharp shadows across the weathered stone as Ronan paced the war chamber. Maps lay scattered across the central table, their edges curling with age. Battle plans, territorial wards, ancient bloodlines—all laid bare beneath his gloved hands.He could still feel the echo of the creature’s magic from earlier. Whatever had reached for Talia—it wasn’t just Seraphina. It was something far older. And now it was awake.“You felt it too,” Elia said, stepping into the chamber, arms folded across her chest. Her expression was unreadable, but the tension in her posture gave her away. “Did it speak to you?”Ronan gave a sharp nod. “Not in words. But it made its intent clear—it wants her.”“And you believe it’s the same creature from the cursed wood?”“No,” he said darkly. “It’s worse. That thing in the wood was a fragment, a shard of power. What reached through the wards today was something whole.”Elia flinched. “You’re
Last Updated: 2025-05-22
Chapter: 🌟SHADOWS BENEATH THE FLAME🌟
🩵Ronan🩵The night had grown heavy with silence. Not the peace of a world asleep, but the breath-holding quiet before a storm’s first roar.Ronan paced the stone corridor outside the meeting chamber, every step echoing like a war drum. His skin still hummed from Talia’s touch, the memory of her fingers laced with his—fragile and yet defiant. It lingered like a promise, or maybe a warning.Elia stood nearby, watching him with crossed arms. “You’ve been pacing for nearly fifteen minutes,” she said. “You’ll wear a path in the floor.”“I’m trying to think,” Ronan muttered. “That Seer’s words… They don’t sit right.”“They rarely do,” she replied dryly. “Cryptic riddles and half-truths—classic seer nonsense.”“She saw the flame.” Ronan paused, jaw clenched. “Talia is the flame. And something’s coming for her.”Elia’s face darkened. “Then you need to prepare her. No more coddling. If she’s going to survive this, she needs to fight.”Ronan nodded grimly.He found her in the eastern courtyard
Last Updated: 2025-05-22
Chapter: 🌟ASHES BENEATH HER SKIN🌟
🩷Talia🩷 The firelight painted warm gold across the stone walls, flickering shadows dancing like ghosts of old. Talia sat on the edge of the bed Ronan had insisted she take, wrapped in a heavy wool blanket that still didn’t stop the chill in her blood. It wasn’t the cold. It was what she remembered—the Beast’s breath against her neck, the weight of its claw, the sensation of being watched by something ancient and hungry even before it attacked. She pressed trembling fingers to the base of her throat, half expecting to find blood still drying. But there was none. Only a faint soreness and bruising. A mark. A claim? She pulled the collar of her sweater higher. Footsteps echoed softly in the hall, and her body tensed before she recognized the gait—heavy, purposeful. Ronan. He stopped outside her door. She waited, expecting a knock, expecting something… but he didn’t enter. Just silence. Then: “Talia?” His voice, rougher than usual, carried something restrained in it. “I’m awake,
Last Updated: 2025-05-21
Chapter: 🌟THE HOLLOWED ONE🌟
🪄Seraphina🪄The ritual chamber was alive with heat, with hunger. Black runes pulsed beneath her bare feet as smoke coiled along the stone floor like living fingers. Above her, the great bloodstone glowed a dark crimson, suspended in the air by raw magic. Cracks had begun to form along its facets—fractures of power. It was almost ready.Seraphina stood before the altar, her robes damp with sweat, hair clinging to her back. The summoning circle pulsed in rhythm with her heart, steady and sure.She had waited lifetimes for this.Behind her, her younger sister watched from the shadows—Sylara. Wide-eyed, tense, her hands clutched the obsidian doorway like it might keep her anchored.“This isn’t what we agreed to,” Sylara said quietly.Seraphina didn’t look back. “It’s exactly what we agreed to. You just didn’t understand the price.”“You said we’d reclaim the bloodline. That we’d be strong again. You didn’t say we’d wake... that thing.”Seraphina smiled. “Power never rises quietly, littl
Last Updated: 2025-05-20
Chapter: 🌟AFTERSHOCKS🌟
🩵RONAN🩵Ronan paced outside the healer’s quarters, his boots crunching against the gravel path as he rubbed the tension from his jaw. Inside, Cael lay unconscious, his body trembling from the remnants of Seraphina’s magic still bleeding from his veins. The scent of old blood and fire lingered in the air—proof of just how close they’d come to losing everything.His pack was shaken.And Talia…He turned toward the balcony above the west wing where her shadow passed behind a curtain. She hadn’t come down since they returned. Elia said she needed rest. That she was processing.Ronan knew better. She was afraid—of her power, of what it meant, of what it was turning her into.He understood that fear too well.“Ronan.” Elia’s voice called him back from the edge. She approached with her usual bluntness, but her eyes were softer than usual. “The council’s demanding a report. They want to know if the creature was a one-off, or the beginning of something worse.”“It’s both,” he said simply.Sh
Last Updated: 2025-05-18
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