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I’m the fucking devil. I squat in front of the man chained to the roof of the basement in the Gambino mansion. His trembling arms are attached to the hook on the low ceiling by a thick metal clasp. He hangs there helplessly, leaving the rest of his body exposed to me to do with as I please. My gaze rakes over the sweat and blood clinging to his pale skin. Bruises and gashes paint his body like the finest piece of artwork, thanks to my fists.

/səˈlāSHəs/ arousing or appealing to sexual desire or imagination. Saints and Sinners may be separated by their actions, but they are united by their reaction to passion. - Gaiven Clairmont Laila Beg for him? Men are the ones who beg not me. But fuck! He makes my core ache. We entered the double doors of the club. The amusement sparkled within me because of the different strings of neon lights surrounding the club or how the placement of the dim lights with red and blue hints under every table.

“Yes, I am done with my meal. Just finish your food, and I’ll find Damon if you don’t mind. “Okay, be careful.” I gave Prof. a grin and then quickly turned my back on her. So, naturally, I looked for Damon around our base camp. I think he should go to an area near our camp. I kept looking for him everywhere but kept my eyes on the Ruins. Its beauty inspires me, and I can see how it will look in my next drawing. The barrier keeps me from seeing what’s on the other side, but I’m curious. I turned around to ensure no one was looking, crossed the fence, and carefully walked inside. As expected, the inside of the Ruins is pitch black. Aside from the cold wind and the strange sounds inside, the in

It is like Sin senses this, so he holds onto my hand, intertwining our fingers. Now, all of the seven deadly sins have gathered around us; Pride in his suit and blonde hair, Envy in her dark skin, Sloth in her shiny but lazy aura, Wrath in his angriest form, Greed standing quiet as usual, Gluttony standing in a conrer beside Greed with something in his mouth. And the last one, Luca, I am guessing he should be Lust. That explains a lot about his sexual gratifications. “We are leaving. Pave the way.” Sin glares at Envy.

I’ll shatter it before dawn, and I’ll make her thank me for it. ═══════⊹⊱♚⊰⊹═══════ What Awaits Author’s Note: You’ve met the firebrand. You’ve seen the king fracture. Now—watch the tower burn. Midnight Crown is a dark romance built on crime, obsession, betrayal, and slow-burn war between two people who should have destroyed each other—but didn’t. Because control is never clean, and neither is love. You’ll drown in silence and secrets as the story unfolds through four arcs:

We were a sisterhood of the neglected, the bored, and of course, the powerful. I made my way to the mezzanine, finding a private booth that overlooked the stage. The red silk curtains were frayed, but the lighting was state-of-the-art, casting a harsh glow on the center of the floor. A stout man in a tuxedo stepped out, his voice amplified by a sleek headset. "Ladies, welcome to the Midnight Collection. We have a diverse roster tonight. All assets are medically cleared, psychologically conditioned, and ready for immediate transfer." My hands gripped the railing. I felt like a voyeur, yet I couldn't look away. Not once.

Trigger Warnings: Public indecency, group sex (MFM), voyeurism, rough sexual play, choking, spanking, and explicit language. Lena The engine of the Midnight Express hummed a low, vibrating frequency that seemed to settle directly in my crotch. The cabin was dimly lit, the air smelling of old vinyl, cold rain, and the thick, suffocating scent of male aggression. I sat in the back row, my heart hammering against my ribs like a trapped bird. To my left was Cassian, and to my right was his brother, Silas. Both of them were broad-shouldered, sharp-jawed, and possessed a territorial hunger that I had felt since the moment I boarded three stops ago.

“While I can still feel the truth driving into me.” His breath hitched, and for a flicker of a second—he was vulnerable. Real. “She wanted more than me,” he said hoarsely. “She wanted my power. She thought if she seduced it out of me, she could control it. Rule beside me.” Lydia swallowed hard. “And?” “She used the Seventh Sin without understanding it. She called on what lives below this house. It nearly killed us both.” “What is the Seventh Sin?” He brushed her hair from her face. “It’s not just power, Lydia. It’s addiction. Once you touch it, you crave it. You beg for it. You lose yourself in it.”

The invitation had been mysterious, the address a secret, and now I was about to be the prize at something called the Midnight Auction. My breath caught when a tall man in a tailored black suit stepped onto the stage. His mask covered half his face, but his dark eyes scanned the room like a predator looking for its next meal. His voice cut through the quiet like silk wrapped in steel. “Ladies and gentlemen,” he began, “welcome to the Midnight Auction. Tonight, one lucky bidder will win a very special prize.” He smiled, sharp and confident. “Her name is Mia.” Heat rose in my cheeks. That was me. All eyes turned in my direction, and I could feel the weight of their gazes like a thousand tiny f

Dear Reader, Thank you for walking this long journey with me. For holding Lunessa’s hand in the darkness. For standing beside Azrik through the fire. For dreaming with me, until the very end. But is it really the end? Some stories are too powerful to end here. Shaelith and Seraphira still have their tale to tell. ‘Twins of Midnight’ is coming January 2026. Set in a new age, where the world has shifted but their powers remain, only haunted by the mistake of their father.