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I was a journalist, I had a life, friends, and then all of that was taken from me. No, not taken, stolen. The Brethren found out about my exposé. They realised I was getting too close to their nasty little secrets—and so they made sure I disappeared. Except, they didn’t just grant me the mercy of a shallow grave. Oh no, instead they handed me over to Magnus Blake, practically gift-wrapped me for him. And he’s got plans for me. Big plans.

I’m the monster in the shadows—but she’s addicted to monsters. She looks so pretty when she cries out in her sleep. I’m obsessed by her gasps when she hears me coming for her. I'm hooked on the way she fights me when I pin her down. When she starts investigating the wrong missing girl, I have to punish her to keep her from digging—or her dark past will swallow her whole.

This was supposed to be the most opportunistic year of my life. In some ways, it was. It started off with a bang: a full scholarship to my dream school, the beginning of a sisterhood, and things in my life were finally looking up. It was everything I hoped for. Until it wasn't. Intrusive thoughts run through my head on repeat. I don't know what I did to deserve this, or if I'll even make it out alive. Until he makes the mistake of joining me in this loop of torture, will we be able to escape this hell unscathed? Or do we meet our end together in this madness?

I don’t know what’s wrong with me to want something like this. To pay money for something like this. But I love it, even in my terror, even with tears streaming down my face as I race through the dark. What’s happening is my fantasy, isn’t it? Not some random person chasing me? The uncertainty adds to my panic. But when he catches me and throws me down, when his powerful body dominates mine, I know it’s him. The one who’s been instructing me via text. The one I need. The problem is, once won’t be enough. But this one brutal, blissful moment is all I can afford.

We tore down every mafia family who dared to challenge us. Now we reign over this city. The three of us—Italian, Irish, and Bratva—are bound by the blood we shed. Nothing will stop us from building the empire we’ve dreamed of… except her. Eavan O’Brien, the forbidden little sister of my best friend, who I never expected to care about. She’s meant to hate me, but I can’t shake the way she looks at me—defiant, beautiful, and the need to tame her far too tempting.

Exiled. For six long years. But my father is dead now and I’m head of the Montague Family. I’m not going to stay hiding in the shadows any longer. No, I’m going to get my revenge starting with her; Rose Capulet. The love of my life. By the time I’m finished she, and everyone in this city will understand the monster I’ve become. The monster they made of me. I’m going to take this city. I’m going to take everything they love and leave them with nothing but the ashes.

My father, the prophet, preaches about the blood of Christ, but it’s a different blood that coats his hands. Now that I’m no longer the broken girl on her knees praying for salvation, I’m on a path of vengeance against him and the rest of our revolting line. They were once my family. Now they are my enemies. And the men, they underestimate women. Underestimate me. But I am death. Forged by my father and his sins.

Welcome to the Lilydale Foundation Center… home of deadly secrets. After being framed for murder, I never thought I’d be back inside these walls again. And if I thought I’d be able to make a quiet return, I was dead wrong. My secrets have been spilled but little did I know it would be the catalyst. Monsters are creeping out of the darkness, eager for blood. Now, the biggest question remains—who are the true unhinged? Echoes is a why choose asylum secret society dark romance. It contains adult themes, sensitive topics, and is solely intended for mature audiences over 18.

According to the FBI, I was considered a serial murderer after three kills. What do they call me after fifty-two? They call me the Silencer. One final bullet would have been all it took to stop me from taking another soul, and I would have been doing Meridian City a service by pulling that trigger. An angel crying for help stopped me, and that night, I took three lives for her. Then three turned into eight. Then eight turned into twenty. Twenty turned into twenty-one. Twenty one turned into twenty-three.

There are too many secrets at Rayne-Moore, secrets I once turned a blind eye to because I wanted nothing to do with faculty gossip, nothing to do with the elite. But now that I can no longer stay blind, I'm going to let it, and watch it unravel. For her. Raven Monroe. Because it's too late. I've dived into the ocean for my Siren, fell for her song and I want her more than my next breath.

The first year of college is supposed to be the best time of your life, right? Partying, discovering yourself, getting your heart broken… all that bullcrap. My cousin once told me I had a talent for attracting trouble. And screw me sideways, he was right. Instead of discovering myself, I discovered something much worse. I suck at college. Oh, and I am in love with my rival and former best friend’s boyfriend. I wish I could say that’s the extent of it. But drama and trouble find me everywhere I go. Not only was he my rival and enemy’s boyfriend. He was my stepbrother.

Since the Final War, I’ve been doing just fine. I have a lovely cave, a darling vegetable patch, forest views . . . and if loneliness sometimes squeezes my aching heart, well, my books have always kept me company. That is, until a pack of hunters chase me from my home and right into the arms of several rather large, rather brutish ex-Army Rangers. And those brutes have the nerve to make me the rudest offer I’ve ever heard. Their protection—for my body.

His father's murderer was the last person Caleb wanted as a fated mate. The future alpha couldn't possibly be with a rogue wolf responsible for his pack's disarray. Unfortunately, with Luna Kathy drowning in grief, Bloodhound pack needs a leader more than ever to restore their faith. To step into his role, he'll need a Luna of his own. But will his mate and the growing bond destroy more than just his father's legacy?

I’m a beast pacing around my cage waiting for the next fight. It’s all I have, those brief moments of rage and destruction. It’s a sort of freedom. Then I go back into the cold, dark emptiness. That’s why I don’t speak anymore. What’s the point? I stopped being human a long time ago. I’ve given up on anything but that cycle of violence and isolation—until they throw him into my cage. They expect me to kill him as soon as he gets me through my injuries. That’s what I usually do.

My moral compass is broken. That’s why I need rules. They keep me from killing people I shouldn’t. They keep me from crossing certain lines. I’m possessive. Obsessive. Deviant. And I like to fight. That’s what I see in Tristan when I spot him working in the swanky nightclub. His cool detachment is a mask. He’s angry, he’s lost, and he’s totally new to what he’s feeling. I want to feel that anger.

He’s waited a long time for me, but I’ve waited longer for the truth. Not even the king himself could keep me from the only ties left to my identity. Then I meet him, and I’m stuck between uncovering who I am and discovering who I’m meant to be.

When prolific serial killer Kinley Carr is executed after a lifetime of heinous crimes. the prison warden orders his remains cremated and dumped. However, a morgue attendant has a change of heart and Carr's ashes wind up being traded to a drug dealer to cut his cocaine with. Unfortunately, the mix "Killer Nose Candy" winds up giving more than a rush and soon, everyone who tries it goes on a spree of increasingly brutality.

Three masked men. One night. One room. One goal. Falling in love is out of the question. Watching my mother die for love only made me want it that much less. When things become too serious with my boyfriend in college, I know it’s time to step back. The only problem is, he doesn’t feel the same. His brand of love is possessive. Fierce. Terrifying. And he’s not afraid to enlist my best friend and my former stepbrother to help him get me back. The plan?

On Wednesdays we bet. If we fold…we’re sold. I know how to win. At poker. At pain. At pretending nothing ever touches me. But Aiden Cardell doesn’t play games—he owns them. So when I challenge him to Seven Minutes in Heaven, I think I’ve got the upper hand. Until he locks the door. What happens inside that closet isn’t about lust or love… It’s about power.

The last time I spoke was eight years ago when my best friend tried to kill me. I never dreamed my silence would break with a scream. Being sent to Chapel Crest after my new stepfather deemed me a heathen seemed like a blessing compared to staying with him and my mom. I was a mute demon in his eyes, and when the rod didn’t beat the evil out of me, he prayed Chapel Crest could. I envisioned the religious academy would become my sanctuary. I was wrong. So very wrong. Chapel Crest was an asylum moonlighting as a religious school.