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Immortal Desire - vampire, werewolf, witch - a fantasy-based story with dark romance and erotica (you can take a peek at this if it suits your genre taste) - completed 2. Midnight Feast -werewolf - this is a little dark. I don't know how to say it. See for yourself (I like this so much) -new book/on-going 3. The Deserted Wife -TDB book 2 -Romance/drama -new book/on-going

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“There are blankets downstairs. And extra pillows. So you can make yourself comfortable.” “I will. And I plan to borrow a book or two from your interesting collection.” His eyes are on the bookshelf in my room, which is full of romance novels. “T.L. Smith seems to be one of your favorite authors.” “She is. Her books are dark, sexy, and a little fucked-up. Kind of like you,” I tease, lazily rolling over in his arms. “I am so fucking glad you are mine,” he whispers, holding me tight. “I love you, Callie.”

The food was simple but nourishing, each bite a reminder that life persisted, even in shadows. Afterward, I curled up with one of Mira’s books—a cozy mystery about a librarian solving crimes in a quaint town. The pages blurred at first, my mind drifting to Zayden’s outstretched hand, his plea for me to stay. Was there love beneath the violence? Or just possession? The story pulled me in eventually, the twists and turns a welcome escape. Hours passed, the night deepening, and for the first time since the gunshot, I felt a spark of hope. Mira’s advice echoed: rebuild, one step at a time. Maybe tomorrow I’d venture out. Maybe I’d find a way to forgive or forget. But tonight, in this haven, I le

Things I had survived by burying deep. “He could lie,” I said. “Or he could tell the truth. Either way, I can’t ignore him.” “You’re scared,” Damien said. “Yes,” I admitted. “But I’ve been scared before.” I stepped closer and cupped his face, grounding myself in the feel of him. “I’ll be okay,” I said, pressing a kiss to his lips. Gentle. Reassuring. “I’ve survived a lot worse than Marcus Hale.” He didn’t kiss me back at first. His jaw was tight, eyes dark.

Roses, a white dress, the guests, the sunshine: it all felt so vivid, yet so surreal. His gaze landed on the empty spot where the bridesmaid should have been, and it all clicked why that seat was unoccupied. Natalie was gone. She was gone forever. She had taken her life. She had done that with his unborn child when she leapt from the 18th floor. It was all because he tampered with her medicine, because he dared her to prove her true love, and because of his whispered lies of forever and always. He did everything to win her heart.

“She’ll probably spend the whole holiday in here if you let her.” I walked the aisles slowly, trailing my fingers over the books. Classics. Thrillers. A whole section of contemporary romance—Mirabel’s doing, mostly. She’d started collecting them in high school, said they were “escapist but smart.” I’d never read them. Too many happy endings. Too much hope wrapped in pretty words. I pulled one down at random. Dark cover, brooding man in a suit, and title written in gold foil: Claimed by the Billionaire. I snorted softly, then slid it back.

One evening, Elena sat alone in the safe house, scrolling through messages when an anonymous text arrived: “You’re not as safe as you think. Watch your back.” Her heart raced. The war had come home. When Luca returned, he found her pale and shaken. “We’re running out of time,” she said. “Ryan’s ghosts are everywhere.” He nodded grimly. “Then we make the next move. We bring the fight to them.” ⸻ The final pages of this chapter were written in adrenaline and whispered plans, a countdown to the storm gathering on the horizon. Luca and Elena knew that victory would come at a price—perhaps the highest price of all.