Front Neck Tattoo

High in the Unreachable Mountains, Trill, a warrior trained by the Goatmen assassins, discovers his unique ability to control plants and fungi while mastering alchemy and swordsmanship. Haunted by a mysterious past and the medallion around his neck, his life is upended when Malgrin the Unbroken, a sorcerer bent on domination, invades his hidden village. As Malgrin enslaves the Goatmen and kills Trill’s mentor, Granny Gruff, Trill escapes, vowing vengeance. Descending the mountains for the first time, he embarks on a perilous journey to free his people, uncover his origins, and harness his powers against a rising tide of darkness.

Carn wakes up from a vivid dream where he spent a thousand years as a gargoyle, guarding a demon lord's tomb. In this dream, he possessed supernatural powers, including the ability to teleport and instantly kill anyone within range who broke eye contact with him. Heroes, saintesses, adventurers, all fell before him. When he returns to his normal life, things take a strange turn. Carn realizes he still has the gargoyle’s powers, and the world he has woken up to seems different. But adjusting to the new reality is not the real issue. Carn brings back something nobody in this world has imagined. Not only he imports his powers to this alternate Earth, but he also carries over his gargoyle instinct and his hobby. He loves snapping human necks. Whether it's ordinary humans, explorers, super soldiers, cyborgs, mutated beasts, monsters, or mysterious entities from other dimensions, Carn eagerly anticipates snapping their necks, one neck at a time... In secret, of course.

Caelestis loomed over her, his gaze locked onto hers, his eyes glowing like embers. The heat from his body radiated against her skin, and for a moment, she could almost feel the weight of his anger pressing on her. “Lies!” he spat again, his voice rising. “I will kill you, Eleanore. If you ever try to do that to her again, I will kill you.” His words cut through her, burning with hatred and fear. Anger surged within her as she fought against him. She had never intended to hurt Stella, not once. The blame lay with the original owner of the body, not her. Why must she listen to these accusations? “I have no such intentions!” she shouted at his face, gasping to find breath. “Let me go!” Her foot lashed out, kicking him in the thigh, but he quickly pinned it down as well. Exhausted from her useless struggles, Eleanore realized she had to gather her strength and then perhaps bite off some skin from his handsome face. “You are just an obsessed man,” she snarled, her voice full of venom. “You don’t know how to treat a woman. You’re killing her!” Before she could finish, Caelestis silenced her with a violent grip around her throat. His hand tightened around her neck, cutting off her breath. Her wrists were free, but now her neck was caught, and every breath became a struggle. Panic surged through her as she gasped for air, her hands clawing at his arm in a desperate attempt to free herself. Caelestis’ true nature had finally appeared in front of Eleanore, and it scared her. She had already been afraid of him, but now the fear felt like it was gripping her very soul. She had seen cruelty before, but this—this was something darker, something unrelenting. _________ Eleanore's dull life ends abruptly in a traffic accident, only for her consciousness to awaken in a strange white void. Confronted with a translucent blue screen offering her a choice—to change the destiny of Caelestis Lancaster, the tragic villain from a novel she recently read—she hesitates. Despite his crimes, Caelestis was a character she couldn't help but sympathize with. Bound by a manipulative system that claims to guide her but seems to favor Stella, the novel's protagonist, Eleanore must rewrite the fates of everyone involved. As she struggles to save Stella from Caelestis' obsessive grip, she becomes entangled with this notorious villain himself. Hatred and tension ignite between them, and what starts as disdain blossoms into a painful, forbidden love. Note: This is a dark fantasy romance novel. A war between Love and Obsession.

[Warning: R18+] When Hate turns into Love... and Vengeance turns into Passion... Will he choose to start over with her? ======= Phantomflake's soul got separated from her body after committing suicide in front of her enemy, Nathan Sparks, the Supreme Leader of Syphiruz Mafia. She woke up only to find out that her body (which was in a coma state) was being held captive by Nathan 'the Devil!', who was trying to prolong her life. And what was his motive? To kill her by his own hand and torture her to death! Nathan has a deep resentment against Phantomflake as she was the one who assassinated the most precious person in his life. He wanted revenge! And things just got more exciting when a magical creature appeared in front of Phantom's soul, giving her a ridiculous mission in exchange of regaining her body back. "Make him fall in love with you within 100 days!" The flying creature said, pointing his small paws at Nathan who expressionlessly stood next to her sickbed. With her eyes going round, Phantomflake made an 'you-got-to-be-kidding-me' face at the flying creature. No way! That's a mission impossible! This guy loathed her so much. How would she do that??! ****** Excerpt: Nathan grabbed her by her neck. "Don't play tricks with me, Phantomflake." Nathan's cold voice reverberated inside the room, his eyes burning with rage. But Phantomflake just smirked at him, pressing her hands against his chest, her fingers teasing him. "You can't kill me, Nate. Just admit it. You've already fallen for me." With one swift move, Phantomflake pulled his shirt, closing their gaps as she crushed her lips against his lips. Surprisingly, Nathan just found himself responding to her. He lost! He couldn't resist her. ===== I owned the Book Cover (=";"=) Artist: Bea Cortez Join Author's server to get updates and announcements about the book. Discord link: https://discord.gg/WymeFaeQe

My grandfather was a tattoo artist, but he tattooed evil things. Tattooing, an ancient technique, flows quietly through the ages. In ancient times it was called Ink, in the ancient literary language called NI, is with the ink of the needle into the bottom layer of the skin, so as to outline the pattern and words on the skin. In China, the tradition of tattooing flowers on the body for good luck and worship has been going on for 2,000 years. There is a kind of tattoos, with the mysterious Yin - related magic, is said to have the evil, transit, wealth, peach blossom, security and many other magical effects, the world is called the Tattoos of Gods and Ghosts. around the mysterious yin and yang tattoos, a period of thrilling, full of colorful stories began, which hidden secrets and taboos, will actually be hidden! Secrets and taboos, where will the protagonists lead ......

[Main Plot Completed] A love doomed from the start, a lost cause, a losing battle—and yet, neither hearts are willing to let go until the very end. ----- Arlan Cromwell, the epitome of the perfect Crown Prince. All he wants is to live a normal life of a human but the life of a dragon is anything but normal. He has but one goal—to find his runaway betrothed and behead her. What happens when he discovers that the woman who has snagged his heart is the one he vowed to kill? Oriana, a Black Witch, disguising herself as a man, has spent her entire life on the run without knowing what she is running away from. When the mysteries of her past slowly catch up to her, she has no one to turn to…except Arlan. But when she learns that the man she has given her heart to is the same man who wants to kill her, how can she accept the cruel card life dealt her? Two people with secrets to keep, identities to hide, and answers to find. When the certain darkness threatens to take Oriana away, will the Dragon be able to protect his mate? ----- Excerpt- “If I knew you were my betrothed, I would have killed you the very first moment we met." Arlan's gaze darkened with hatred. “If I knew I was betrothed to you, I would have killed myself before you even killed me!” Oriana mirrored the same emotions as him. He pulled out a dagger and offered it to her. “It’s not too late. Just slit your throat with this and you'll bleed out painlessly.” She accepted the knife, her fingers clutching its handle tightly. The next moment, he was pressed against the wall and the knife was on the right side of his neck. “How about I try it on you first, my betrothed?” “Feel free to try. But when you fail, this knife will first taste your grandpa's blood, then yours.” Anger rose in her eyes, and the next moment, blood was flowing through the right side of his neck. She cut deep enough to severe an important blood vessel. “You should not have challenged me,” she sneered and stepped back, waiting for him to collapse. He simply smirked and brushed his finger along the deep wound on his neck. “Seems like you failed.” She watched the wound on his neck heal on its own and felt shocked to her bones. “You.. what are you?” “Guess?” ----- Instagram- mynovel.20 Facebook- Author mynoveltwenty

Twice killed and once saved. A king born to destroy the world. Another destined to save it. The deceased king from a fallen kingdom will rise to live again. Only to find love in a vengeful king. “Sing me a lullaby. One that will guide me to the heavens. Set me free from the chains wrapped around my neck.” “Why don’t you sing to me instead? Guide me to you. Let us set sail on these clouds together forever.” “Don’t you know what that means for you?” “I would do whatever it takes to live a dream with you.” “With this sword in my heart, I bleed for you.” (This is BL *BoysLove*) (Front cover photo is not mine. Please send me a message for credit.) (Criticism on the novel and tips on how to improve my writing are very much welcome.)

He held her hand placing it on his chest looking at his hand on top of hers. "I give you my heart Zillah, lead me" . " Stop" she finally bursted into tears. Still being able to hold her breath from making sounds. She was drooling all over and he drew her even closer to her and hugged her like never before. She cuddled underneath his arms crying seriously but he stroked her gently until she was able to calm down. How did he manage to bear all this type of pain. How much was he going through that leaves him to no other decision than to want to change from who he was. He called her name softly "Zillah…" "I love when you call my name" she spoke like a baby with a cracked voice because she cried a lot and her hands folded and he pulled her away and looked at her with a smirk. "But you… " he was ready to call her out for what she said earlier but she placed her finger on his lips knowing what he was about to say next. His smile widened when he observed something. He moved his fingers to her neck and felt where he pierced her neck and felt the injury and blood. He held her neck tenderly healing her slowly. "This part could be more painful" he warned while healing her. She winced lightly and he stroked her face. "You've got to dominate, and I don't care if you're the seventh mundane or not". She spoke with intense gaze rooted on him "Am I?...." "You are the Crown's Mundane". Alvah, the soul of Celestial, son of First Chamber Empyreal of Fire Deivigan Vimal because the first ever infernal who lived anonymously and as the Seventh Mundane. Zillah will be the mediator between Alvah and Tartarus. Costing her life will have to be the priority if Elysian has to be saved but what if Alvah takes the risk instead?. This is a realm of the conflict between Elysian and Tartarus.

SEBASTIAN ~ My Heart Burns For You LUCIA ~ You’re utterly obsessed with me EXCERPT “Body to body, Thigh to thigh” Sebastian says with a grip on her neck, his lips grazing hers slightly “N…no I can’t” Lucia stutters trying to escape his grip , his fingers skillfully running around her core “Yes you can and you will”

“What's done is done! Let's just forget it!” He said and acted nonchalantly, even though he was cowering in fear because something was telling him that the stranger in front of him didn't intend to let go. The man's frown increases and Hayden swears that the temperature in the room increases multiple times. After winning over his heart and stealing his first, this boy wanted to avoid responsibility, which made Zenos annoyed. “You want to run away from me?” He asked in annoyance, and suddenly Hayden found himself under the man without even knowing how. “I'm just…” Hayden wasn't able to finish his words before he was domineeringly kissed by the stranger. Zenos used his left hand to pin Hayden's hand on top of Hayden's head effortlessly. Hayden tried to struggle and blocked the stranger's tongue from dominating his mouth by pressing his lips against each other stubbornly, but the man unexpectedly bit Hayden's bottom lips, making Hayden yelp in pain. The man used that chance to clean all the taste of strawberries in Hayden's mouth, while his right hand continued to stroke Hayden's body wantonly. When Hayden was starting to go dizzy due to shortness of breath, he was released by the man's assault. He breathed in and out rapidly and thanked heaven for the chance to live again. “You can't run away from me… You are mine” Zenos growled into Hayden's neck possessively. Hayden felt a shiver run through his spine after hearing the stranger's words. His breath hitched as the man licked his earlobe and kissed his neck with extreme familiarity, domineeringly. “Mine,” the stranger proclaimed again. The stranger gave a low curse word and rolled off Hayden's shivering sensitive body, “I'll spare you because you're still in pain. You won't be as lucky next time” he said and lifted Hayden's chin to peck him one more time while Hayden stared dumbfounded. Cover isn't mine, found online My new bl novel is out: The Journey Of Chasing After The Transmigrated Straight Shou

She was the little human girl who kept disrupting his privacy ,always curios about what the college deep secret was all about ,why the vampires seem different than the outside world told about them. He on the other hand was the person who was intrigued by her courage and sweetness her resilient manner and her thirst to learn more ,it seem the more be saw her the more he wanted a small bite from that fair neck. His deep red eyes blinked stared at her his voice low as he questioned."should I bite."?

After being whisked away into another world, from one cruel existence to another, Sylvia finds herself in front of a demon lord. He who only has one command for her. Be my bride.

A compelling and ravishing love story collection of LGBTQ+ short stories that invites you to explore the diverse and new experiences. Although there are few of them smoking hot but some are soft-Love stories. "Mature Content And NO Rape", Totally fictional Short-Stories Series 1)Front Desk Letters. 2) Pride and Perceptions. These stories are not only windows into unique journeys but also reflections of universal desires for love, acceptance, and belonging. Together, we hope to contribute to a world where every individual, irrespective of their gender identity or sexual orientation, can live authentically, love wholeheartedly, and find the acceptance they deserve.

Senior Server Felix stood at the front of the church, his voice steady and solemn as he greeted the congregation. “Our help is in the name of the Lord,” he intoned. “Who made Heaven and Earth,” the people responded in unison, their voices matching his reverent tone. “Today, we initiate new members into this divine and holy Order,” Felix continued. “Today, we welcome new brethren into the bosom of our Lord Jesus Christ.” At the back of the church, Louis sat on one of the few single chairs, his posture slightly slouched as his focus remained on a sheet of music in his hands. The title read, "Brightest and Best – Key of A-flat." 'Why didn’t Gramps give me an F or G? A-flat is so difficult, and I only have three days to finish it,' he grumbled silently, his brow furrowing in frustration. But he dared not voice his complaints. He could already imagine his grandfather assigning him even more difficult pieces—F-sharps and endless A-flats—as punishment. From the front of the church, a serene voice called out, “Harry! Step forward!” Louis glanced up, momentarily pulled from his inner musings. His eyes landed on a girl stepping forward from the pews. She had black hair neatly styled in a bun and striking green eyes that seemed to shine with warmth and composure. Dressed in a modest brown dress and black sandals, with a rosary resting gracefully around her neck, she exuded a calm, dignified presence. Her tanned skin and graceful demeanor only added to the aura of reverence surrounding her, befitting an Altar server. 'Sigh,' Louis thought as he brushed a hand through his white hair, his blue eyes softening with a mix of admiration and envy. 'I wonder what it’s like to be an Altar server. They all seem so pure and divine… and powerful.' Just as he returned his attention to his music, a calm, gentlemanly voice spoke beside him. “You could also be an Altar server, if you’re interested.” “Huh?” Louis blurted out, snapping his head to the side. But no one was there. “What in the name of Jesus is going on here?” he muttered, glancing nervously around. “At least you know my name,” the voice replied again, seemingly amused. “What?” Louis whispered, his heart beginning to race. "I'm certain you will be a good server," the voice said, calm yet enigmatic. Louis narrowed his eyes, still searching for its source. "Who are you?" "I have many personalities. I have many names," the voice replied with an air of mystery. "It’s your choice which one you accept." "You’re not making any sense," Louis muttered, growing more unsettled. "Blessed are those who have not seen but believed…" Before Louis could respond, his vision blurred, and the world around him seemed to melt away. He jolted awake, gasping for air. His hands clutched the crumpled sheet of music, its corners bent from his restless grip. His head teetered precariously over the edge of his bed, a faint ache in his neck reminding him of the awkward position he’d been in. "Holy Mother of Jesus!" he exclaimed as he lost his balance, tumbling off the bed in a heap of blankets and scattered papers.

In a dark room, a tall man stood arrogantly, like an emperor, and she was the slave girl who paid tribute to him. After a week of torture for seven days and seven nights, what awaited her seemed to be the beginning of another world. However, this was just the prelude to a more complicated story - when she was pregnant, the doctor asked coldly: "Do you want to keep the child or not?" Her heart was broken, and the whole world seemed to collapse. Four years later, the woman had become a beautiful mother, but her little boy made her heart tight. The little boy hugged her neck dissatisfiedly, and his tone was full of domineering: "Mommy is mine alone, I don't want to share it with others!" Facing this precocious child, the woman's heart was filled with complex emotions - she could only give this deep love and protection to the only baby in front of her. In the constant challenges and growth, she gradually transformed from a weak girl to a strong mother, determined to protect her most precious existence, no matter how many storms there are ahead.

Evangeline is left to stumble through the streets, rain pouring down on her and on the verge of death. Her stomach gapes open, spilling intestines into her arms, her blood slicking the stone steps of a roadside shrine. Her neck is slit, silencing her voice to nothing more than gasping wheezes. The rain drips into her wounds as she collapses against the shrine’s walls. Pure desperation and sorrow drives her trembling hands to clasp together as she prays, not to a god she knows, but to anything that might listen. Her life ended that night, snuffed out like a candle. But her body stood again.

"You keep playing like I won't fuck the shit outta you" Ra smirked, studying Samiyah's body slowly. "We don't do empty threats here Ra," Samiyah smiled, biting her bottom lip slightly. Without saying a word, Ra reached over and grabbed Samiyah's neck. "Empty threats?" He questioned rhetorically. With his free hand, Ra snaked it down her stomach and into her pants. "Ra.." Samiyah whimpered as he made contact with her wet secret. *this book contains a series of flashbacks* there's always a little bit of truth in my stories. I hope you guys enjoy:)

Ray Kaine, a skilled fighter turned office worker, finds himself on a bus, and after a terrible accident ends up in front of a god, who informs Ray that he himself shall now become a god.

Kat grumbled a little before reluctantly quieting down, allowing Lucian speak. He continued, his eyes locking onto hers. "The second thing the mark does is tie your fate to the Kelpie's. I injured it badly. stabbed it in the back and it's neck. If it dies because of those wounds, you will die too." She felt a cold shock wash over her. "What? That's insane! Why would I die if it dies?" "The mark it put on you," Lucian explained, his hands never stopping their motion with the pen. "As the Kelpie suffers, so will you. It's dying now, and if it succumbs to its injuries, you'll follow soon after." "Wow, Katherine, way to go. You really outdid yourself," Kat muttered to herself, taking a deep breath. "Seeing a wet horse despite the dry weather wasn't enough for you to think something was wrong." "You saw it wet?" Lucian asked, his eyebrows frowning slightly. "Huh?... Yeah, is something wrong with that?" Kat asked, wondering why the horse being wet was more important to him at the moment than her dying. Lucian didn't say anything but just stared at the girl in front of him. 'There is something more to her, I just can't tell what it is' he thought. To further confirm his suspicion, he moved closer to Kat, closing the distance between them. He reached for the shoulder of her dress and pulled it down. The sudden action startled Kat. She exclaimed, "What do you think you are doing, pervert? Get away from me!" She tried hitting him, but she barely had the strength to sit up, let alone push him away. Lucain paused, staring at her bare shoulder. Kat followed his gaze and gasped. "What is that?" she asked, her voice trembling. On her shoulder was a strange mark, like a tattoo of a hoof print with foreign writing within it. Lucain hummed thoughtfully, his expression still impassive. 'As I thought, she shouldn't be able to see it, but she can. That's unusual for a human.' Kat frantically tried to wipe the mark off. "Why won't it come off?" "That's the Kelpie's mark," He pointed out, his tone remained indifferent. Panic surged through Kat. She hadn't just narrowly escaped death; it was now chasing her, bound to her by an invisible tether. "Is there any way to break the bond...mark whatever it is? I don't want to die," she asked desperately, her eyes searching Lucian's for any sign of hope. Lucian's expression stayed the same. "I don't intend to let you die so soon," he said. "We can replace the Kelpie's bond with another bond." Kat clung to this glimmer of hope. "How do we do that?" she asked, leaning forward, eager for a solution. "It requires a new bond, a stronger one that can override the Kelpie's," Lucian explained, his demeanor calm and composed. Before she could ask what he meant, Lucian reached out and gently pecked her on the forehead. Kat froze, completely caught off guard by the unexpected action. The brief contact sent a jolt through her, and she barely had time to react before he pulled her into a gentle embrace, careful not to hurt her already pained body. Her mind raced, trying to process the sudden shift from their conversation to this intimate moment. The warmth of his embrace contrasted sharply with the cold fear that had gripped her moments before. She caught the scent of rosewood and felt his firm body against hers, making her heart skip a beat. "What are you doing?" she whispered, her voice shaky. Kat's heart pounded in her chest. She felt Lucian's face bury itself in the crook of her neck, his breath warm against her skin. His grip on her waist tightened slightly. She winced as she felt a sharp pain. Lucian's fangs sank into her neck, causing her to gasp and grip his shoulder, her fingers digging into his shoulder.... **** disclaimer: cover not mine.

Yi Heng is an immortal from the Qin Dynasty. He was one of the guardsmen of Qin Shi Huang. During the Qin dynasty, Heng is deeply in love with his wife, Yi Lin Rui Ling. Heng see Ling died in front of him due to old age. Heng vows to find Ling in her next lifetime. In between, he also have other relationships. As he witnessed all his lovers died, he become numbless towards love. His lovers, disciples and family members left one by one. During 1970s, he found a girl, wang Rui fen, resembling Ling and wearing his bracelet, he started following her. Later when he get to know her, he saw a red birth mark resembling the scar when Rui ling stabbed herself. He and fen again became a couple. At the end of fen life, she asked heng to bite her neck to leave a mark. She was only 25. She died due to an illness. Until 2020, Fen recairnate as Zi ling, a girl from Singapore who works in Nanjing. When heng met her again, she already have a boyfriend, Qin bao qiang. Qiang resembles an enemy of Heng. Actually Qiang was Heng best friend, Qin Shi Long, Qin emperor, third son. During the Qin dynasty, Long was fond of Heng, but Heng only treated him as a buddy. To make Heng suffer for his whole life, Long added the immortal pill to Heng wine, which caused Heng to become immortal. Long was also an inventor to turn back the immortal pill and he also studied on how to relieve qin emperor again. Heng accidentally knew about his secrets and even found out that he is Long next life!

Was I just bought for 500 million ..he pushed me against the wall and sucked on my lips nibbling on it his hot sweet tongue entered my mouth I felt his fangs grazed my neck his hands finding their way underneath my shirt

It's going to be based on the anime That Time I got reincarnated as a slime but you will notice the slight differences. Dione was at the prime of her career leading in all fields of business and acting. On the way to one of her shoots in Japan the necks for anime her excitement couldn't be contained but as she was on her private jet she had a gut feeling that something was going to happen and her instincts are usually right. When she was about to tell one Stuarts to have the pilot turn back the plane started to fall. When she next opened her eyes She couldn't believe where she was.

“This mark tells the world the sight of your neck belongs to me, so, no one will ever dare to look. I hate sharing what’s mine.” He whispered low, then pulled back to look into my smoldering eyes, a smirk playing on his lips. With his hand still on my throat, his thumb brushed softly over the sting mark he'd just left on my neck, sending a jolt through my body before he pulled away and walked off. I hated the way his torment turned to pleasure, leaving my body craving more while my mind rebelled. Even Lucifer in hell would have cringed at the clash between my desire and logic. Hell no, I’d never give in. *** Money, power, desire—can you really have it all? What would you do if such an opportunity came? For Zara, working as a chef at a Michelin-starred restaurant hasn’t brought her closer to freedom. Debts and the weight of her past keep her shackled in darkness. Not even in her wildest imagination did Zara think her passion for cooking would captivate an enigmatic billionaire, Ravier Auckland, to offer her a contract as his ‘atypical’ private chef. Fueled by a sense of betrayal from her loved ones and a desperate need to prove her worth, Zara sees Ravier’s offer as her way out. But will it lead to the salvation she craves or rather ignite a flame of raw, uncontrollable desire that consumes everything in its path? Very Mature Content!

In a world where soulmates exist and people receive their soul bonds (a red string of fate, body exchange, timer tattoos...etc) when they turn 20... --- Wet dreams are not the norm for Amber. She should not be haunted by men she doesn't know, let alone the seven male pop stars from the world-famous boyband, IDOL. In a few days, Amber will receive a soul bond on her birthday, a one-way ticket into the arms of her soulmate. And it's definitely not a good idea to continue yearning for a group of men when she should be paying attention to her destined mate. But on the day of her birthday, Amber switches bodies with the idol on stage. She finds out that the members of the boyband are her soulmates. All seven of them.

a world devoid of color, only black and white paint the world, but color itself still remains, only to those who can truly see what is in front of them

"Come, do you still want to find that loser" he said looking intently at me as my eyes rolled back in pleasure. He knew exactly what he was doing, but I ignored him. And in an instant he pulled out of me. "What the fuck Zard" I was soo frustrated then he pulled me back by my neck his gaze piercing through my "then answer me love". I began stammering "n-no-nope I don't wanna see him aga...ahhhhh", a moan escaped me as his member entered me interrupting me.

Beneath the frigid landscapes of Sweden lies a web of lies, corruption, and deadly secrets waiting to be unraveled. At its heart is Lisbeth Salander—a fiercely brilliant hacker with a mind like a blade and a past that refuses to release its grip. Scarred but unbroken, she’s an enigma: a defender of justice for others but a loner battling her own demons. When disgraced journalist Mikael Blomkvist is offered the chance to salvage his career, he accepts an unusual assignment: uncover the mystery behind the decades-old disappearance of Harriet Vanger, the beloved niece of a wealthy but dysfunctional industrialist family. The Vangers, cloaked in wealth and power, harbor dark, sinister truths. As Mikael digs deeper into their history, he finds himself drawn into a chilling maze of family betrayals, unspeakable crimes, and a legacy of violence that stretches far beyond what he could have imagined. Forced into an uneasy partnership with Lisbeth, Mikael discovers that she is not just an ally but a force of nature—a woman capable of uncovering truths no one else dares to see. Together, they peel back layers of deceit, facing a torrent of threats, lies, and mortal danger. But as they close in on the truth, Lisbeth’s own shadowy past rises to the surface, threatening to consume her and derail their investigation. The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo is a masterful tale of vengeance, justice, and redemption. It is a gripping exploration of the boundaries of trust, the price of truth, and the indomitable strength of those who refuse to be silenced. Unflinching, riveting, and deeply human, this is a story that will haunt you long after the final page.

EXCERPT "Do you know what I love about you, Stella?" he whispered, his voice low and dangerous as his eyes darkened with desire. Before she could respond, Simon leaned closer, his breath warm against her neck. Slowly, his fangs emerged, glinting in the dim light. His fingers traced a path along her skin, slipping beneath the fabric of her shirt, sending a shiver through her. "Those pure, innocent doe eyes of yours," he murmured, his voice almost tender, "the way they plead with me, like you think you can stop me." Panic flared in her chest, and she pressed against his firm body, trying to push him away. "Sir, please... I am married. This is wrong—it’s a sin to go after a married woman." His response was a low, rumbling chuckle that sent chills down her spine. It wasn’t just the sound of it; it was the darkness behind it. The amusement in his laughter terrified her. "And I am a sinner, my little fish," he replied, his voice dripping with menace as his eyes flashed with hunger, before sinking his fangs in her neck.

"Who the fuck are you?" he barked, using his hands to grab my neck in a vice grip. I struggled for breath, feeling my life slipping away. "Please... I...can explain." He losened his grip but kept his hands on my neck. "Then do it." Tears spilled from my eyes like rain. "I... I'm not Sol... I'm her twin sister Luna." ********* Luna Grande never thought she'd have to return to the dangerous world of her mafia family. But when her twin sister Sol disappeared, she was forced into a role she never wanted- replacing her sister and marrying Dominick Phoenix, the cruel and domineering Don of the rival Phoenix Mafia Dynasty. Dominick Phoenix is the newly crowned Don of the Phoenix Mafia Dynasty and will do everything to keep his position. But when Dominick discovered that Luna was not who he thought she was, he lost it and went berserk in search of her sister Sol. For indeed Sol has something valuable in her possession that Dominick wants badly.

Rival clans who have been at each other's necks over centuries gain mysterious abilities from even more mysterious beings and have since then used their overwhelming power to garner wealth, influence and control the world behind the shadows. However following the death of both their clan leaders the two clans suddenly decide to co-exist in peace? and in marriage?