Written On The Body

Preview:“Pin her to the ground. Dom, you keep those damn legs down.” Dante coughed as he stood up to regain himself. They wanted a weapon. They created a queen. Novalee Ashford had a simple life-a job she tolerated, a husband she adored, a future she believed in. Then Dante Santoro decided she was his. Ripped from everything she knew, Novalee is thrust into a world of violence, cruelty, and impossible choices. The Santoro family doesn't just want to own her body-they want to remake her soul. Under their brutal tutelage, she transforms from victim to weapon, from captive to bride. But Novalee has a secret: she remembers who she was. And she's planning something they never expected. Vengeance. With Atlas-the guard who was supposed to keep her caged-as her unlikely ally, Novalee plays the deadliest game of her life. Every smile hides a blade. Every submission masks rebellion. Every moment brings her closer to the reckoning they deserve. They wanted to create a monster. They succeeded. Marked, Broken and Carrying his Heir is a dark romance containing mature themes and graphic content. Reader discretion is strongly advised. ****WARNINGS**** Explicit sexual assault/rape Non-consensual sexual situations Explicit consensual sexual content Sexual degradation and humiliation Forced sexual performance Violence: Graphic murder Torture Domestic violence and abuse Blood and gore Beatings and physical assault Captivity & Control: Kidnapping and imprisonment Human trafficking elements Forced marriage Psychological manipulation and gaslighting Conditioning and breaking Loss of autonomy Trauma & Loss: Pregnancy loss Forced hysterectomy Suicide Grief and mourning PTSD symptoms Other: Forced drug administration Starvation/food control Sleep deprivation Isolation Death of spouse

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Living as a human in werewolf territory means surviving by staying invisible. She has no wolf, no pack, and no protection—only a fragile agreement that keeps her alive on the outskirts of Alpha rule. That fragile peace shatters the night she is taken during a territorial conflict and forcibly marked by the most feared Alpha in the region. The mark binds her against her will, flooding her body with a bond she never asked for and tethering her to a man who sees the connection as a necessary claim, not a choice. To the pack, she becomes Alpha property overnight—watched, judged, and expected to submit. To him, she is a complication he cannot undo without risking his authority and the stability of his territory. She refuses to bend. As the bond tightens, her resistance brings consequences. Pain follows defiance. Distance becomes impossible. Every attempt to escape only strengthens the invisible chain between them. While the Alpha enforces control publicly, cracks begin to form in his certainty as her defiance challenges everything he believes about power, dominance, and loyalty. Enemies circle, drawn by rumors of a human mate and a bond formed under blood and coercion. Pack politics turn dangerous, and her existence becomes leverage in a larger war she never chose to be part of. Bound by force, surrounded by wolves who expect her obedience, she must decide whether survival means submission—or whether breaking the Alpha who claimed her is the only way to reclaim herself.

I was born with a cursed tongue. The words I said came true. So as soon as I understood what that meant, I stopped speaking. For more than twenty years, I never said another word. Then my six-year-old son knocked his pregnant aunt over by accident, and my husband sent him to a kennel. My son had been bitten by a dog before. He was terrified of them. I begged. I went down on my knees and slammed my forehead against the floor until it was bleeding. Connor Grant lifted his sister-in-law Camille Lane up off the ground, ran a tender hand over her swollen belly, and his voice came out cold. "Don't think I can't see what's behind this. He did it because you put him up to it. You're a calculating little mute. He has your filthy blood in his veins. If we don't break him now, he grows up worthless." "Send him somewhere that knows how to teach a child his place. Teach him how things rank in this house. And teach you, while we're at it. Don't touch what isn't yours." By the time I found my son, he was in a cage with five vicious dogs. There was almost nothing left to hold. I pieced the small body back together. I opened my mouth for the first time in over twenty years, and the first words I had spoken in my life were: "Connor Grant. Blood for blood. I will see this house buried."

**"How much did you know?" I asked. Silence. "Enough," his voice was calm and low, as usual. I looked around the room again. The photographs, the notes, every conversation, every lesson, every answer he refused to give...suddenly, it all felt planned. "Who are you?" I yelled the words again. "You already know...." he started saying while taking a step forward, but I held my hand in front of him. "Was any of it real?" I whispered. For the first time, something cracked in Lucien's expression. He opened his mouth. I waited for an explanation to make everything okay. But nothing came out. Then, he looked away. I bit my lip to hold back the tear that was ready to fall.** Celeste has always known how to behave. Speak when needed. Fit perfectly into the life built around her. But it isn't enough. The nights begin to change. Sleep turns restless. Whispers follow her into the dark. And the mark on her wrist starts burning as if it's trying to be seen...or trying to warn her. When a series of brutal murders rocks her city, everything begins to unravel. She starts seeing things that shouldn't exist, hearing voices she can't explain, and feeling drawn to places she knows she should avoid. Then there's him, the man with black eyes. He appears where he shouldn't, moves like he's not bound by the same rules as everyone else, and looks at her as though he knows secrets he was never meant to know. He warns her to stay away. But she can't. And the closer she gets, the more she realises the murders were never random. They were always leading someone to her. And whatever is waiting in the dark isn't just hunting her. It's been waiting for her.

I fell in love with a cold, taciturn tattoo artist named Henry Kane. So I deliberately damaged my tattoo again and again, picking at the skin and reworking the design, just to see him a few more times. By the third visit for touch-ups, scrolling comments suddenly appeared before my eyes: “I’m dying of laughter. This desperate female lead literally destroyed her freshly tattooed skin just to see the male lead again, and she still didn’t dare confess her feelings.” “Henry Kane is actually the embodiment of an ancient ferocious beast who sat on mountains of gold and silver but refused to spend them, choosing instead to open a tattoo studio to experience mortal life.” “He looks icy and distant, but his possessiveness has long since maxed out.” “He was just afraid his violent nature would scare his woman away.” I looked at the man in front of me, who was lowering his head as he wiped down the tattoo machine, and he did indeed give off an unmistakable keep-your-distance aura. But the comments claimed that he wanted to possess me? “Um… Excuse me?” The man tilted his head slightly, and under the weight of his deep gaze, the confession lodged in my throat. My mind short-circuited, and I blurted out, “I… I wanted to tattoo it on my lower back this time.” In an instant, the comments exploded in joy. “Woohoo! We’re taking off!” “Lower back, you say? That’s a sensitive spot! Can this pure-hearted ferocious beast really hold back?” “Good grief, straight to the undressing scene! This cunning move by the female lead is operating on a whole other level!” The man’s hand gripping the tattoo machine jerked to a sudden stop, and the air seemed to freeze for a few seconds. Then he answered, his voice slightly hoarse and unreadable, “Alright.”