Romances Online e Histórias de Post-apocalyptic

The world ended in fire, plague, and silence but it did not end her. Kaya Voss is not a survivor. She is what survival became after it stopped being merciful. Feared across the Wastes as "The Widowmaker," she walks through radioactive ruins and raider camps alike without a scratch, because nothing man, mutant, or machine has ever proven strong enough to stop her. She trusts no one. She needs no one. And she has buried a truth about herself so deep that even she has started to believe the lie. Then she finds Elian Reyes, a half-starved medic from the Enclosed City of Meridian Hollow, defenseless in every way that matters out here, and utterly unwilling to be saved by a woman he was raised to believe couldn't exist. He is soft where she is iron. He asks questions she has spent years avoiding. And against every instinct that has kept her alive, she lets him live. What begins as reluctant protection becomes something neither of them can outrun not the growing pull between them, not the enemies converging on Kaya from both the Wastes and the City, and not the truth about who and *what* she really is. Because Kaya Voss was not born in the Collapse.She was built for it. As old enemies resurface, the City's council reveals its true agenda, and the Undercurrent's existence proves horrifyingly real, Kaya must decide what's worth protecting when the last thing she ever expected to find in a dead world is someone worth loving.

In a world where wolves rule and humans are prey, one woman's survival depends on the very monster she was taught to fear. The Lycans came without warning—shape-shifting beasts who had hidden among humanity for millennia before seizing control of the world. Now, humans are nothing more than slaves, playthings, or corpses. Eighteen-year-old Elena has survived through cunning and silence, keeping her head down and her heart locked away. But when she is assigned to serve the most feared creature in the kingdom, her carefully constructed walls begin to crumble. They call him Diabolus Bestia—the Devil Beast. He is the embodiment of everything Elena has been taught to hate: ruthless, powerful, and devastatingly dangerous. Yet beneath his fearsome reputation lies something unexpected—a man haunted by centuries of loneliness, searching for connection in a world that only knows how to fear him. Thrown together by fate, drawn together by a bond neither of them understands, Elena and Lucian must navigate a world that would tear them apart. As rebellion stirs among the humans and the Lycan council plots against them, they must decide: is love worth risking everything? A dark paranormal romance perfect for fans of enemies-to-lovers, forbidden love, and dystopian werewolf fiction. This is the first book in the Blood of the Moon series.

Her youth, her career, her beauty, her love, even the years she spent raising the child she believed was her daughter. In return, Riven gave her nothing but betrayal. After years of marriage, Avenne discovers her husband has been secretly in love with another woman. Worse, the child she sacrificed everything to raise was never hers. When Riven looks her in the eyes and calls her fat, unattractive, and boring, Avenne realizes that the man she built her entire life around never valued her. Then, before she can even recover from the truth, the world changes. The ground splits beneath her feet, and Avenne falls into a strange and terrifying place known as the Underworld. Alone, frightened, and with no way back to the life she once knew, Avenne encounters a mysterious man who is slowly dying from a deadly poison. She doesn’t know him. She doesn’t know why he looks at her as though he has been waiting for her. And she certainly doesn’t know why a strange system suddenly awakens inside her, revealing a power she never knew she possessed. Avenne saves his life. What she doesn’t know is that the man she rescued is far more powerful than he appears, and her arrival in the Underworld is not a coincidence. The woman Riven rejected as nothing more than a fat housewife is about to discover that she was never worthless. She was simply in the wrong world. In the Underworld, her story is only beginning. And this time, Avenne won’t live for anyone but herself.

Angela Rizzo spent ten years scrubbing floors for the Bellini family. Ten years of whippings, stolen wages, and swallowing her pride like it was water. Then the apocalypse came, and the people she kept alive tied her to a pole and left her for the dead. She died screaming. Then she woke up two months before the end of the world, with a system in her head that could see anyone's secrets and a single goal burned into her bones: never be anyone's sacrifice again. "You think you can talk to me like that because I'm a maid?" Angela straightened her back, her eyes cold enough to freeze the room. Carmela laughed, thick and ugly. "You ARE a maid. You're lower than the rats in the basement, girl. You'll always be nothing." Angela smiled, and it was the kind of smile that made Carmela's laughter die in her throat. "Ask me that again in sixty days." A stolen necklace that bends space. A billionaire who owes her everything. A dying investigator who sees through every lie she tells. And a ticking clock counting down to the end of civilization. Angela doesn't want to save the world. She wants to own what's left of it. The girl they used as bait is done being prey. She's the one setting the trap now.

“Should I just burn this house down with them?” I mumbled, watching my boyfriend getting fucked. The shrill ring of my phone shattered the moment as they sprang apart, their eyes widening at the sight of me. “Shit” I cursed, “hold on” I smiled at them, picking up the call “hello! Not a good day to you. I’m at priest Paul’s house whoever you may be, please let me call you back” I rushed, ending the call without waiting for a reply. “W what are you doing here? How?” I gesture towards the opened door, “you should have made sure the door was looked before… you know, all this. Fathers. It was quite pathetic to watch two old priests groan horribly, especially with no popcorn for me to crunch.” I forced a smile on. “But I’m sorry for bursting in unannounced though, so you should continue. Keep it going zaddy, I mean b!tches. Don’t stop” I winked, walking towards the door. Amelia walked in on her boyfriend getting fucked and instead of karma to have them stricken, it decides to play a game on her instead. “How the hell am I supposed to save a tyrant as a owl? Can’t I at-least be a Tyrannosaurus?”