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She’s done surviving for everyone else. Now she’ll live for herself—even if it kills her. Kylee has always kept her head down. At school, she’s invisible. At home, she’s broken—caught between a stepfather’s rage and a mother who refuses to see the damage. The only way to cope is silence. Numbness. Disappearing. But then Price moves in next door. He’s all wrong for her: too charming, too curious, too determined to see what she’s worked so hard to bury. Still, Kylee can’t help but let him in. And with Price comes something else—something she can’t explain. Scratches on her skin she didn’t make. Whispers in the night she swears aren’t hers. Visions of a girl who looks just like her, begging to be remembered. As her grip on reality frays, Kylee must choose: stay hidden in the shadows of her pain, or face a truth darker than she ever imagined. Because someone is watching her. Someone who wants her to forget. But this time, Kylee won’t be anyone’s ghost. A haunting, emotional slow-burn romance with a twist of the paranormal. Because sometimes the bravest thing a girl can do is write her own heartbeat—and choose to live it out loud.

"Do not tempt me, Wildling. You're mine to protect. Not to fûck." "Then how do you explain the monster poking me in between my legs, Mr. Redd?" She ground herself against him, hearing his breath seize. "Ruin me. I don't mind." ******** After losing her father, Kyla never expected herself to be thrown under the custody of a stranger who claimed he was her father's friend. She'd expect an old man with grey hairs, not a demigod who turned her world upside down. Cold. Distant. Devilishly handsome.. His words sink into her skin, leaving goosebumps traces all over. His touch was sin himself. He was a kind of man that left her legs shaking. ~~~~~~~~ Carlos Redd was caught off guard by Harper's last will. To babysit his only daughter and protect her, despite knowing the kind of dangerous things he does. In deference, he took her in. She crosses every limit. Curious about every little thing about him. Too innocent to face the dark part of the world dwell in. Vulnerable, yet stubborn and wild. The more he pushed her away, the more he craved. And now, every little thing she does turns him on.

Destiny is something written in books, a fictitious fantasy. I’ve always believed that what we do today is one step towards our future. We make our own choice, and we decide on who we will be until I met him—Elijah Valentin. He made me question what I know and what I feel. Just his mere presence messed with my head in more ways than one. The push and pull of emotions, the exhilarating feeling every time we crossed paths, and the gut-wrenching agony in my chest when I saw him with someone else. For the first time in my life, I hoped that the fictitious fantasy was real, that he was my destiny. He stirred my life in beautiful chaos, knocked down the ten-foot wall I built around my heart with just the flick of his fingers. But he also showed me how painful it is to want something that I could never have—him. ~~ "You are bound to me, Rory,” he said, eyes glowing like the silver moon above us. His touch flickered fire under my skin, a frizzling electric shock that stirred the desire inside me. “You are my salvation, but I am the hellfire that will burn your life to ashes.” [Mature Content]

Book One in De Niro Series but can be read as standalone. After being thrown into a hell by her family where vultures in men's skin were waiting for her to reach at a ripe age, Destiny Carter somehow escaped the hell she had been living for over a decade only to be chased and recaptured by those monsters but her destiny was with her in the night when she was saved by Him. Her knight in shining armour: Stefano De Niro,whom the whole country feared. He is ruthless, cruel and human form of Satan as his prey describes him.He is known to leave people in fear by only giving a look upon them and when his eyes landed on the most innocent and pure soul lying unconscious in his arms,he knew that he was never going to let her go. What happens when she find herself in his empire? All about him screams danger to her, then how she is ever going to let him come near her and show her the side of him that no one has ever see? Stefano,the mafia heir to the De Niro clan, wants a scared and hopeless yet full of light Destiny Carter all for himself as after years she awakened his hibernated heart that started beating...for her!

I misbehaved. My knees ached from being planted on the aggressively cold floor for so long, but I would take the pain for as long as possible, if it meant gaining the Devil's forgiveness. I whimpered helplessly as the beast of a man pierced me with his cold eyes, ever so subtly patting his strong thigh twice. "D-daddy please-" My pleas were unfinished and went unheard as he continued to pick up the black paddle from his desk and roll up his sleeves. "Don't waste my time, angel." He muttered gruffly, the depth of his well matured voice making every fibre of my being to tremble. "Bend over daddy's lap and receive your punishment, princess." "Y-yes daddy." For her he'd slaughter a nation and drag many to Hell. The Devil has had his eyes on Vanessa since he met the innocent, untainted angel. His Angel. He'd do anything to keep her, to feel her impeccable skin under his impure fingertips, to kiss and stain the luscious lips of an angel with sin and to ruin her innocence and carve his name into her soul. And she's not just about to resist him. When an innocent, naive, little angel mingles with the step-father from Hell.

"Whose child is this?" His voice was cold and icy, blood shot eyes drilling holes in her watery ones. Scared, she cowered back only for her back to met the wall. A sob of pure horror left her parched throat, her hands lifting up to shield her already bruised face. "I asked," He stepped dangerously closer to her, his hot breath fanning the back of her hands. His sandalwood scent which used to calm her nerves in past, today did nothing other than heightening her fear. "Whose." His rough hands yanked her soft ones from her face, before clasping her jaw tightly, his fingers digging in her bruised skin making her wince. "Child" He whispered deadly, leaning down till his stern lips were brushing over her quivering ones. Tears after tears dripped down her cheeks. "Is in your stomach?" His already tight hold had tightened in bruising manner, making her flinch hard. Her head began to spin in fright, darkness invading her vision. Her heart pleading for some miracle. That wasn't the first question, her husband was supposed to ask her on her wedding night.

MATURE CONTENT!!! “You tricked me into putting a pup in you?” His voice was a low snarl, his thrust brutal enough to steal my air. “Then take it whore. Take all of it.” “Yes… oh, fuckk… yes!” I clawed at him my nails raking skin and my voice breaking on a moan I couldn’t bite back. *** Arielle has one dream in her life and that is to become a respected medical doctor in a pack that despises her. Branded the Bastard, blamed for every misfortune and rejected by the Alpha’s son as his mate, she’s cast out with nothing. But Arielle has a secret. By day, she’s the quiet girl studying her way out of hell. By night, she’s a high-priced masked stripper in the notorious Black Kayne Pack. And the night she’s rejected is the same night the Alpha himself requests her. Her ex mate’s father. One night changes everything. One mistake or maybe not a mistake at all. Now she carries his child and though he agrees to keep her until she gives birth, he swears to make her pay for crossing him. But neither of them expected the pull that was darker, deeper and more dangerous than any mating bond that refuses to let them go.

Two bloodlines. One forbidden hybrid. A bond that could save the pack—or ignite a war. For twenty years, Yesnia “Jesse” Amador has been a ghost in the foster care system, moving from one cold home to the next, haunted by "nightmares" of golden eyes and ancient forests. She thought she was just a girl with a troubled past, until a shortcut through the Texas woods brings her face-to-face with a massive, tawny wolf—and a power she was never meant to wake. Kyle, the formidable heir to the Medina River Pack, has spent his life waiting for his other half. When he finds Jesse, the Mate Bond doesn't just spark—it roars. As matching tribal marks burn into their skin, Jesse learns a terrifying truth: she isn't just a wolf shifter. She is a hybrid, the secret daughter of a high-ranking wolf and a powerful Coven witch. Her mother’s final act was a binding spell to hide her from the High Coven, a radical faction that views her existence as an abomination. But now the seal is broken. Jesse's scent is out, and the hunters are closing in. Swept into the luxury and danger of the Pack Estate, Jesse must survive the Trial of the River and claim her place as Luna. With a protector like Kyle at her side, she finally has a home to fight for—if her dual heritage doesn't tear the world apart first.

In Black Salt, love is a sickness you can’t hide—a slow gnawing beneath the skin that leaves you hollowed, grayed, and eventually gone. No one stays long enough to see it through; they leave before the rot finishes its work. It’s what the town teaches you: when it starts, you run. You look away. You survive by pretending not to feel. But Atlas is tired of pretending. The halls of Black Salt High are full of kids pretending they don’t see each other’s bruised hearts, pretending their bones aren’t already whispering warnings. Still, he can’t forget the weight of a father who stayed—not out of love, but because he never felt it deep enough to decay. That truth lingers in Atlas like a second shadow. And then there’s Nova—the outsider with a storm in her bones. And Wren, all sharpness and fight. Milo, who cracks jokes to keep the silence at bay. Luce, who wears her thorns like jewelry. Together, they don’t know how to stop the rot. But they’re learning how to sit with it, how to name it, how to refuse the small, hollow deaths of pretending not to care. In a town where love is a death sentence, staying might be the bravest thing of all.

I'm a major suspect in the in-law murder case in Nexford. My husband, Roland Turner, also known as the police chief, personally arrests me. During my trial, the murderer commits yet another murder. The latest victims are killed once again using the same brutal method. Roland kneels on the floor while begging me to tell him the truth. I answer him that I have no idea what it is. At the same time, the victims' families keep screaming at me, wanting to skin me alive for my crimes. Three months later, Roland brings a Memory Decryptor with him. He finds me near a pile of trash. With trembling hands, he pierces two thin needles through my temples. "I'm so sorry, Wendy. I know you're not the murderer, but I just want this slaughterfest to end. I don't want to see anyone else die again. "We can also use this chance to show your memories to everyone. That way, we can find out what the actual truth is." But once he views my memories, he suffers from an emotional breakdown and sinks to his knees.