Rwby Velvet

She came to Florence to paint her way out of grief. He offered her a contract to keep emotions out. But what begins as a deal built on control soon becomes a war of silence, obsession—and surrender. Aanya Roy, an Indian artist haunted by loss, arrives in Florence with a sketchbook and a name whispered in art circles. She doesn't paint to be seen. She paints because it’s the only way she feels alive. Leonhart Moretti is a billionaire forged by tragedy. Cold. Brilliant. Untouchable. Women are part of a system: contracts, limits, rules. No emotion. No deviation. Until her. When Aanya uploads a blank canvas as a response to his challenge, it isn't defiance—it's art. It's her refusal to be tamed. Intrigued beyond reason, Leonhart offers her a 90-day contract: complete creative freedom in his studio. But beneath the surface lies another game—one of dominance, surrender, and unraveling control. In a city that worships beauty and secrets, how far can two broken souls go before the lines between art and desire, power and love, are blurred beyond recognition? R18 (Explicit Content) Contains mature themes including psychological tension, erotic content, dominance/submission, and emotional trauma. Reader discretion advised. Author's Note: This is not just a billionaire romance. This is about silence as power. Touch as art. And what happens when control becomes devotion. For readers who love slow-burn tension, flawed but brilliant leads, and emotionally layered storytelling—welcome to Florence.

Caius Turner, an ordinary civilian with a curious spirit, gets unintentionally lured into a complex web of intrigue and crime during a night at the prestigious Velvet Moon Club in the enigmatic city of Noirhaven. Isabella, the intriguing nightclub singer, dies tragically, putting a cloud over the once-vivacious environment. Caius finds enmeshed in a labyrinth of suspicion and secret. Caius navigates the dark waters of the Velvet Moon, seeking answers with other citizens pulled into the unfolding drama as the story unfolds, and relationships form and shatter among the people. The club transforms into the smallest part of Noirhaven, revealing dark history and unspoken vendettas.

I used to think obsessive male leads were kind of hot. You know—the intense stares, the undying devotion, the way they’d burn the world for the woman they love? Swoon, right? Wrong. That fantasy went up in smoke the moment I woke up in the body of Sonia Mitford—the heroine of The Crimson Devotion, the first obsessive romance fantasy novel I ever read. The one that ended on a mysterious hiatus. The one with Marius Wittelsbach—a charming, possessive psychopath who thinks an ankle shackle is a love language. Now I’m trapped in a velvet-draped prison, shackled to a bedpost like some porcelain doll in a gothic fairytale. And Marius? He’s worse than I remembered. Sweet, soft-spoken... and utterly unhinged. "You don’t need to be afraid. I’ll take care of you." Translation: I’ll murder anyone who blinks in your direction and serve you tea over their corpse. "Anyone who bothers you... anyone who looks at you the wrong way... I’ll get rid of them for you." I thought I was playing the role just fine—smiling, nodding, pretending not to be horrified. But then—plot twist! Alessio Slovene, the forgettable side character, walks in looking like a golden retriever knight and drops this bomb: he’s actually the crown prince in disguise. And he’s investigating Marius. Finally—a lifeline. Maybe. Because people are vanishing. The body count is rising. And every time Marius kisses my forehead and calls me “Nia,” I feel one step closer to becoming the tragic heroine in a blood-soaked love story. Obsessive male leads aren’t dreamy. They’re terrifying. And I might be in way over my head.

Meredith Carter was once the pride of her pack—until the Lunar Curse marked her as wolfless, unwanted, and a disgrace. Humiliated, abandoned, and rejected by her fated mate, she thought the Moon Goddess had forsaken her. But her curse came with a cruel side effect—wild, uncontrollable pheromones that drove men insane with desire and disgust. A scent so intoxicating, it made her a target. The night she was cast aside when her pheromones spiralled beyond control, Alpha Draven Oatrun—the most feared and untouchable Alpha in the kingdom—claimed her instead. But Draven doesn’t want love. He doesn’t even want her. His reasons for marrying her have nothing to do with fate. Thrust into a world of ruthless politics, deadly enemies, and a mate who sees her as nothing more than a pawn, Meredith must fight to survive, reclaim her dignity, and uncover the secrets behind her curse. Because something is awakening inside her. Something powerful. Something… ancient. And when the truth is revealed, not even Alpha Draven will be able to resist what she becomes. Rejected. Cursed. Desired. Chosen. Will Meredith break free from her fate? Above all, what is this mystical force pushing her to start a war? — Excerpt: "You may have claimed me," Meredith whispered, her violet eyes burning with defiance, "but you will never own me." Draven exhaled a low, dangerous laugh. His golden eyes gleamed as he caged her in, his presence suffocating. "Own you?" His voice was velvet and steel. "Little wolf, I don’t need to own you." He brushed a strand of silver-white hair behind her ear—a touch so light, yet it sent shivers down her spine. "Because whether you like it or not…" His breath ghosted against her skin. "Your body already responds to me." Meredith clenched her jaw, ignoring the traitorous warmth pooling deep inside her. It was the pheromones. It had to be. "I hate you," she forced out. “Good,” Draven smirked. Because hate was just another form of obsession.

She was never meant to wear the crown. He was never meant to fall. But fate doesn't ask permission. In the kingdom of Velaris — where every rose has thorns and every noble smile hides a blade — Lady Lyra of House Norwyn is thrust into a deadly dance of power, pride, and passion. Duke Kaelrin, cold-hearted and untouchable, dismisses her with a single cruel remark. But when their worlds collide at court, insults turn into challenges… and sparks turn into something far more dangerous. As gossip ignites across gilded halls and war brews behind velvet curtains — Will Lyra guard her heart, or lose it to the man who was never meant to love?

She's gonna kill the instructor, Alpha," Talon had said. "Or herself. Or both. There's no telling with that one. The sex ed teacher made her do diagrams today." Apparently, the instructor was relentless. No subtlety. No metaphors. No poetic euphemisms. Nope. Just hard, anatomical facts and brutally graphic expectations. And Luna? Poor, brave, deeply mortified Luna? She was dying. Every. Single. Day. Kyllian smirked as he stepped into his quarters. Her scent hit him instantly. He heard a thud upstairs. He climbed the stairs quietly, not wanting to startle her mid-breakdown. At the top, he paused, listening. "…and then she said, if you do not properly stimulate the upper hood of the clitoris—WHAT EVEN IS A CLITORIS HOOD?! Is it a hat? Why does it need a hat?!" Kyllian barely contained his laughter, biting his knuckles as Talon's voice drifted back. "Technically, it's a fold of skin. Like a protective flap." "Oh my GODS, Talon, get out before I break something over your head." There was a loud thwap. Possibly a throw pillow. Kyllian finally entered the room, casual as ever. "Sounds like your education is going well." Luna turned, her eyes wide with righteous fury and embarrassment. "I'm scarred, Kyllian," she hissed. "Mentally. Emotionally. Spiritually." He raised a brow. "That bad, huh?" "She made me draw a penis yesterday." Talon snorted behind her. "It was terrible. Looked like a deformed eggplant." Luna hurled a throw pillow at him. "GET OUT!" Talon darted from the room with a cackle. "So," Kyllian said, lounging back in one of the plush velvet armchairs in the sitting room "What did you learn today that has your knickers in a twist?" Luna, standing in the middle of the room with her arms crossed and a deeply offended look on her face, sighed dramatically. "I learned how to perform oral sex." Kyllian blinked. "I… I beg your pardon?" She tilted her head, sarcasm oozing from every word. "Oral sex, Kyllian. With detail. And a diagram. And a banana." "A banana?" "A banana!" she repeated, throwing her hands in the air. "Like, is that standard procedure?" Kyllian grinned, his amusement growing. "Come on, tell me how she explained it." His tone had shifted less teasing now and more intrigued, though he still wore that maddening smirk. He shifted forward in his seat, elbows resting on his knees. Luna narrowed her eyes at him suspiciously. "Why? So you can laugh at me?" "Absolutely," he said with zero shame. "But mostly because I want to see this banana demonstration for myself." With a dramatic groan, she snatched the nearest banana from the fruit bowl on the coffee table. The irony that it had been sitting right there, mocking her with its yellow smugness, was not lost on her. She held it up with two fingers. "Okay, so first, she said this is the penis…" Kyllian held up a finger. "Wait. Did she call it that?" ***** What happens when a werewolf princess is created for one sole purpose? For revenge against the vampire prince. Princess Luna is artificially mated to Prince Damien. She fights the bond with everything and even agrees to an arranged marriage with Alpha Kyllian. but when her survival depends on a hard choice, the prince chooses to mark her even when it meant it would take him down. Dying and still refused by the werewolf princess, he has to find a way to provide an heir for his people or his uncle Gabriel will turn the entire Blood City upside down if he takes the throne. His people look to him for their own survival but then his only chance of living might be to find his true mate. Will his bond with Luna be able to withstand what fate and politics throw their way?

"You’re ours," Varen whispered, his voice a velvet threat, "and we don’t share unless it’s with each other." I was never supposed to matter. An omega raised in the shadows, hidden behind my warrior family's shame, I only ever wanted to survive. Maybe, if I was lucky, find love with someone like me— someone quiet. Gentle. Unseen. But the moon had other plans. And under its eerie blue glow, three impossibly powerful, dangerously beautiful Alphas—triplets— claimed me as their mate. Varen. The charming firebrand with a wicked tongue and a sugarcane smile. Kiel. The silent forest poet who sings to wolves and kisses like moonlight. Thorne. The battle-scarred leader who doesn’t believe in fate... yet burns when I walk away. They were meant to lead the pack. I was meant to be nothing. Now I’m caught between them — between chaos and devotion, between savage protection and secret longing. I should have run the night they called me "mate." But when my bloodline reveals a rare power the world thought extinct, I become the key to a storm that could tear our world apart. Betrayal bleeds through every shadow. My family sold me. My enemies want to own me. And love? It was never supposed to look like this. But maybe fate didn’t get it wrong. Maybe I was never made for one mate. Maybe I was made for them all.

He was never supposed to be here. Not again. Not watching her with that gaze. Not walking her halls like he still owned her. When Rhea Voss returns to her family's decaying estate after her mother's funeral, she’s ready to bury the past. But the past doesn’t stay dead—especially not when it looks like Lucien Vale. Tall. Dangerous. Untouchable. Lucien isn't just a ghost from her past—he's the man who taught her what it meant to want. To ache. To surrender. And now he's back, living under her roof, watching her every move with eyes that promise ruin. Rhea wants to hate him. She needs to love the man who sleeps in her bed—Adrian, safe and loyal. But every look from Lucien feels like a sin waiting to happen. The estate pulses with heat, memory, and secrets. And as Rhea loses herself between silken lies and stolen glances, one thing becomes clear: Lucien never left her. And this time, he’s not letting go. Desire has a price. And it starts with betrayal.

What if your worst enemies suddenly became your most devoted allies—because you turned them into irresistible, enchanting femboys? Meet Cecil: a cunning, ruthless mastermind hiding an extraordinary power beneath his calm exterior. With a single stroke of his feathered pen, he transforms those who dare to cross him into beautiful, loyal members of his ever-growing harem. But this isn’t some silly game—it's a calculated campaign to build a nation unlike any other. In a world of secrets, magic, and brutal politics, Cecil must navigate a treacherous landscape filled with dangerous foes and hidden agendas. His targets? Only those who insult, threaten, or betray him. His allies? A charming, fiercely loyal band of femboys who live by his side in a shadowy sanctuary. If you think power is all about strength and magic, think again. For Cecil, true power lies in control, seduction, and a pen that changes fate. Welcome to the Velvet Court—where loyalty is beautiful, and revenge is intoxicating.

When Selene Armitage, a sharp-willed noblewoman, loses her beloved brother in a brutal ambush, she agrees to an unthinkable alliance: she marries Damien Virelith, the very man accused of orchestrating her brother’s death. Her reason? To secure protection and legitimacy for her vulnerable niece, the last heir of the Armitage bloodline. But within the gilded cage of her new marriage, Selene finds clues that suggest her brother’s death may not have been what it seemed. Her late-night search for truth uncovers a web of conspiracies that threaten not only her family, but the entire kingdom. Caught between her need for justice, a growing affection for her mysterious husband, and enemies wearing the faces of friends, Selene must decide who to trust before vengeance consumes them all.

I’m a proud NEET who’s devoured every romance novel, manga, webtoon, and otome game out there. Just when I thought I’d conquered it all, a black bunny appeared in my dream. “Congrats! You’ve been chosen to help villains win across multiple worlds!” “Like a game?” “Uh . . . sure.” “Great, I’m in!” And just like that, I became an agent of the Villain System. Time to rewrite some happily-ever-afters—villain style. **[NOTE!]** This novel features multiple short arcs, each exploring different tropes such as ancient China, the modern world, beasts, werewolves, vampires, fantasy, school romance, idol groups—you name it! The twist? Each arc focuses on our MC making the villain (male) triumph over the male and female leads. The story is written primarily in 2nd and 3rd person POV for a dynamic and immersive experience. || Excerpt || [WARNING! MATURE Content Ahead!] “Then serve me . . . properly.” The command was both sensual and authoritative, and Xue Li’s pulse quickened under his intense gaze. The air between them grew heavy, her trembling hands faltering as she began to run the sponge across his chest, her touch featherlight against his scars. “Y-yes your majesty.” Han Feng leaned back slightly, watching her through half-lidded eyes, his expression unreadable. “Slower,” he murmured, his voice a low rumble that made her pulse skip. “You’re trembling,” he said, his voice velvet smooth, making her flinch. “I-It’s the steam, Your Majesty,” she stammered, though she knew it was a poor excuse. Han Feng chuckled softly, the sound deep and rich. “Hmm . . . Is that so? Then you have no problem cleaning my cock right?” Xue Li's eyes trembled, on the verge of tears, which seemed to please Han Feng. His smile grew wider as he urged her on. "Go on. You're going to serve me properly, aren't you?"

Jules thought she was invisible. A nobody. Folding boxes and smoking joints behind the counter of a failing falafel shop. But when the wrong people come knocking, she's yanked into a world of velvet corridors, blood-soaked threats, and a syndicate that doesn't tolerate dead weight. Now she has one chance to prove she's worth more alive than missing. Smart mouth. Shaky hands. Absolutely no idea what she's doing.

Lee Wooyun had always been a fan of romance fantasy books and films, especially those set in historical times with kings and queens, dukes and duchesses, and the like. His friends were well aware of his obsession and recommended a book that had recently been making waves on social media. The book was titled My Charming Demon Lord. At first, Lee Wooyun was hesitant. Unlike the fantasies he usually read, which were often set in Western historical settings, this one was different. However, his friends assured him he would enjoy it. Not wanting to reject their gift, he decided to give it a try. That night, he found himself unable to put the book down, reading almost the entire thing in one sitting. "Those guys were right! It’s amazing! A Cinderella-like fairytale set in a murim/cultivation world? It’s too good!" He couldn't help but imagine how incredible it would be to take the female lead Han Seo-yoon’s place—starting from such a miserable beginning only to end up in the arms of the surprisingly sweet and gentle demon lord. I wish I could take her place. That night, as he drifted off to sleep, the book he had left open on his desk began to emit a golden glow. The pages flipped backward, returning to the very first chapter, and its contents began to change as well. The title My Charming Demon Lord pulsed with a piercing red light, and before Lee Wooyun could even react, his surroundings shifted. The next morning, instead of waking up wrapped in his expensive velvet duvet—the one he had spent hundreds of dollars on—he found himself in a dimly lit room, lying on a pile of hay and straw. His back ached horribly, like he had actually slept on a pile of hay and straw. "What in the world…?" he muttered, rubbing his sore muscles. "Where in the hell am I? And why does it smell like cow dung in here?!” *** This is the story of how a fantasy-genre enthusiast ended up inside one of the books he had wished for—without realizing just how dangerous that wish would be. "I guess it’s true what they say: Be careful what you wish for."

This is not a love story. There is no romance between a mafia and his prisoner. There is only obsession. Hatred. And revenge. No tenderness. No sympathy. Just two broken creatures clawing at each other inside a cage of madness. In this world, love doesn’t survive. It gets devoured. ... Isolde Veyra, daughter of a once-prominent political family, is released from prison on parole. But her freedom is no gift it’s a trap. To atone for her past, she is forced by a mysterious detective named Lucien to infiltrate a dark entertainment house called Velvet Cage, the secret stronghold of his most wanted target: Severin, a ruthless mafia kingpin untouched by the law. Isolde’s mission seems simple—find proof of Severin’s crimes, then escape. But everything begins to crumble when Severin, a man driven by obsession and violence, sees her as the reflection of a woman from his past. The deeper Isolde sinks into his world, the more she realizes she’s not the first woman Lucien has sent—he’s sent many before her, and all of them have died at Severin’s hands without leaving a trace. To survive, Isolde has only one option is deceive the monster. But when lies turn into attachment, and the disguise becomes dependence, she must choose to be the next victim, or become the queen of Severin’s hell.

Power is a heavy crown, and Titania—the superhuman Iron Queen of St. Petersburg—wears it with grace and fury. But the girl behind the mask? She's a neurotic mess having the worst week of her life. Roxanna Paraveesh Shapiro thought she could handle it. Moving to college. Losing the only friends she had. Balancing duty with the small hope of something resembling a normal life. Then Dianna Rodgers happened—chaotic, magnetic, utterly infuriating. A punk-rock wildcard with no powers, no fear, and no clue what she’s about to fall into. Faith, love, power, and pain collide in a world where miracles wear body armor, and salvation may come on high, but is delivered by the girl who refuses to let go. When the world expects a weapon, what happens when you give them a heart instead?

“You know, I’ve met death. Rather polite, actually. But it doesn’t knock, just lets himself in.” Life. That fleeting flicker between two eternities of silence. People spend it chasing things—money, love, validation, a good seat on the train. They build empires of paper, relationships of glass, and sleep each night under the illusion that tomorrow has been promised. But it hasn’t. It never was. Death doesn’t discriminate. It doesn’t care if you’re a king or a child. It arrives like an old friend, or a thief, or worse—like something you invited in. And yet… every now and then, the universe hiccups. A soul slips through. A crack opens. A second life is born—not as a reward, no, but as a test. Because what could be more dangerous than a man who's seen how the story ends—and comes back knowing exactly what not to do? But here’s the rub: a second chance is not a reset. It’s a curse with velvet gloves. You remember the pain, the loss, the betrayal—and worst of all, the choices you didn’t make. So when someone tells you this is just a story about life and death, smile politely. In many cases—in most cases—you’ll hear stories of heroes rising from the ashes, grateful for their second breath. However… in my case? I wanted to be the villain. To see a different end to this story. People say a person’s nature is hard to change. That deep down, we are who we are. But I changed... simply because I was curious. --------------- Join the discord server. https://discord.gg/BaP4c8b8Vq

One kiss. One man. Everything changed. Zariah Cruz doesn’t just run the city’s most exclusive nightclub—she owns it in every way. With her jet-black hair always up, sharp gray eyes, and a presence that silences a room, she’s used to being in control. Men admire her, fear her, but they never get too close. Love? That was never part of her plan. Then Elias Rowan walks in. He’s nothing like the usual crowd. Soft brown hair, warm hazel eyes, and a quiet kind of strength. A middle school art teacher who doesn’t belong in a place like hers. But one night, under flashing lights and velvet shadows, he kisses her—and everything shifts. Zariah’s world is loud, fast, and full of masks. But Elias sees right through her. And the scariest part? She doesn’t want to hide.

Velvet Ashes follows Selene Virelli, a woman cloaked in elegance and vengeance, as she infiltrates the world of Marlowe City's elite to take down the man who destroyed her past. Beneath the red dress and calculated charm lies a storm of grief, secrets, and fury. In a world built to burn women like her, Selene intends to be the match.

In a world ravaged by ghosts, witches, demons, vampires, and all types of otherworldly creatures, 7 beings are feared above the rest. Kaeron Lucian Deitas the fourth, aspires to be one of these powerful few. He takes job after job, no matter the danger, (slay a demon here, steal a rwby there), anything to improve and hone his skills. Everything would change for him however, when he takes a job from the mysterious 15 year old girl, Lillian Hearthstone, who has a massive bounty on her head, to help her safely to, and across the baron, demon infested, desert Pumi' to a place only known in legends as Itara, also known as The City Of Angels, where someone was apparently waiting for her. As they make their way towards the place of folklore, they encounter foes and allies the likes not even Kaeron had come across before. Will Kaeron and his new companion be able to survive the journey, or will their collective dark pasts doom them both.

They say the whispers began the night she escaped. Voices in mirrors. Shadows that bled. Dreams that bit. Some say the forest cursed her. Some say she cursed the forest. But only she knew the truth. She hadn't escaped. Not really. The real horror wasn't behind her. It was inside her. _____ The night air was thick with silence, broken only by the ragged sound of her breath. Elara's feet barely touched the cracked pavement as she ran, the chill of fear curling deep inside her chest. Behind her, shadows twisted and writhed and alive, watching, waiting. He had once whispered promises of eternal devotion, his voice like velvet and venom intertwined. She had believed him, foolishly, when he said he was hers and hers alone. But love, she'd learned, can bleed into something far darker. Now, his eyes burned like embers in the darkness, hunting her with a hunger that no human heart could withstand. The demon she once embraced had become the nightmare she couldn't escape. --- Every street, every whisper of wind, carried his presence.

They burned him for being too powerful. Too beloved. Too dangerous to keep alive. Kaelar of Halren—once a war hero, a saint of the battlefield, a man whose voice could stop armies and whose hands could mend what even gods had forsaken—was betrayed by the very kingdom he bled for. Labeled a heretic. Condemned without trial. Chained to a pyre and left to die. But the fire did not finish him. Something older than kings stirred in the ash. It dragged him from the brink—not to save him, but to reshape him. Now Kaelar walks again. Scarred. Changed. No longer a saint. A villain reborn. With charm that disarms, beauty that captivates, and a slow-burning wrath colder than steel, Kaelar returns to the realm that betrayed him. Beneath false names and velvet masks, he moves through the capital’s rotten heart, gathering allies among the forgotten, the outcast, and the dangerously devoted. He is no longer here to heal. He’s here to unmake the crown. And this time, they will burn.

In a world divided between arcane power and relentless innovation, alliances are fragile, and loyalty is a currency traded in silence. Helya, a shadowy envoy from the Magic Kingdom, is sent deep into the heart of the Tech Empire under the guise of a diplomatic bride-to-be. Cold, precise, and hiding more than just her true identity, she is a weapon wrapped in velvet. Cael, a rising officer burdened by duty and haunted by suspicion, accepts the engagement with caution. When magic surges where it shouldn’t and assassination attempts blur the line between enemy and ally, he begins to question everything—even her. But the deeper they are drawn into each other’s orbit, the more the truth warps. Loyalties shift. Murders are staged. And beneath it all, a far-reaching conspiracy begins to stir. Two hearts. Two nations. One silent war. In a place where trust can be lethal and every smile is a mask, will they unravel the truth before it consumes them both?

In the depths of a primeval forest, where ancient trees twisted towards the sky like skeletal fingers, their gnarled branches tangled in a canopy of darkness. An impenetrable darkness, an unearthly silence reigned like a velvet cloak, gently suffocating all that breathed, trembled, or stirred within its grasp, like a psychopath predator. The air was heavy with the scent of damp earth and decaying leaves, and the only sound was the soft, mournful rustle of leaves, as a chorus of whispers, shrouding the landscape in an eternal, spine-tingling twilight. The darkness suddenly trembled, a slow, bone-chilling glow began to seep from the shadows, casting an ethereal luminescence across the forest floor. The soft, pulsing light grew in intensity, illuminating the source of the glow; a girl with a kind of beauty that transcended the natural, whose presence seemed to command the very air around her. Her eyes, akin to a pair of golden flames, burned with an inner fire, and her hair shimmered with an otherworldly radiance, each flowing strand crackling with raw energy, as if the moon itself had descended to earth. Yet, despite her captivating beauty, an aura of terrifying power emanated from her being, making the trees seem to shudder and the shadows recoil in fear. .... In a world where the natural and supernatural coexist, One of the kingdoms ruled by humans, Eldoria, stood as a beacon of ultimate power and magic. Ruled by its charming and wise King, King Aaron. The kingdom is a delicate balance of human and supernatural forces, for the king's four wives—a vampire, a werewolf, a witch, and a human—add to the complexity of its politics. Brittany, the last child of King Aaron, is a kind-hearted and gentle soul. Despite being half-sister to eight powerful siblings, each possessing extraordinary abilities. She seems to lack the one thing that would make her truly special. Her enchanting amber-bluish hazel eyes and long silky brunette hair set her apart from her siblings' striking appearance. Constantly bullied by her sisters, Brittany's world is one of fear and uncertainty. But Brittany's life is about to take a drastic turn. The original facade of her life shattered on a single pivotal day. She begins to undergo transformations, signaling the emergence of powers she never knew she possessed. The air around her crackles with transcendenal electricity, and her senses come alive with an otherworldly intensity. When darkness arises, threatening the kingdom, could her newfound strength becomes the key to their survival or will history repeat itself? She must navigate a treacherous path, facing malevolent forces, uncovering hidden truths about her heritage; every step is a battle for survival. But will she be able to control the primal power rising within her, or will it consume her and her loved ones completely? ««« This book is divided into certain series including; -Burns Eternal. -Bounded by Flames. - Flames From The Past. »»» This is a book I write in my spare time, so expect limited uploads. As always, the author is open to hear your thoughts, so do not forget to vote and leave your sincere reviews. Midsummer07.

Crimson Bloom: Ascend In the final semester before the world starts to die, Aria Solenne lives a life defined by quiet repetition — university lectures she half - listens to, a dusty bookstore that smells like old ink and loneliness, and vivid dreams she can never quite remember when she wakes. But everything shifts the night she locks eyes with Selene Virelle — a former soldier with cold fire in her veins and a gaze that sees straight through the lies Aria doesn’t know she’s telling herself. What Aria doesn’t realize is this: she already died once. In a previous timeline, the Council — the so - called protectors of balance — feared what she was becoming. They killed her before she could awaken. Selene remembers that. She was there, standing too far, running too late. That loss shattered her, until she made a deal with a goddess for a second chance. Now, Selene has been sent back — not just to protect Aria, but to change the ending. This time, Aria isn’t just the girl caught in the storm. She is the storm. Beneath her human exterior lies an ancient bloodline — part vampire, part succubus, part something older. A lineage traced through forgotten gods and sealed in forbidden magic. Her awakening draws the attention of beings who no longer believe in mercy — Variants bred in labs and nightmares, divine predators from broken mythologies, and five very different women bound to her fate by blood, love, or obsession. There’s Nova Caelin, the lightning - born hacker with chaos in her laugh and rebellion in her bones. Iris Vale, a war - hardened photojournalist whose camera lens hides an obsession she can’t speak aloud. Lys Amaranthe, a gentle healer haunted by violence, who would shatter herself to keep Aria whole. Elara Nyx, a fallen pop idol with a velvet voice and a siren’s fire, whose devotion has crossed the line into beautiful madness. And then there’s Athena — goddess of strategy, Aria’s first lover from a fractured dimension, who molded Aria’s strength in secret dreams and gave her blood to awaken her. Trapped by Olympus, Athena still finds cracks in the veil to return, again and again, to the girl she once vowed to make a god. As cities fall and the line between divinity and monstrosity begins to blur, Aria stands at the center of something none of them can control. Desire. Power. Rebirth. The women who surround her are not just allies — they are mirrors to her own evolution, and the weapons she may wield or destroy. This isn’t just the end of the world. This is Aria’s bloom. Crimson for the blood she’ll spill. Bloom for what she’ll become. Together — divine, terrifying, unstoppable.

Velvet Claws "They wear velvet. But underneath-they both have claws." In the shimmering corridors of HMM Corporation, Cha Hayeon begins her first day as a regular office employee. Elegant, sweet, and effortlessly charming-she's the picture of innocence. But behind her soft smile lies the bloodline of power, control, and a ruthless nature inherited from a legacy no one dares to question. She hides her true self beneath pastels and perfume, determined to keep her claws sheathed. Enter Nam Jihoon, the quiet, gentle team leader with a disarming smile and kind eyes. But nothing about Jihoon is what it seems. Unbeknownst to everyone, he's the hidden heir of HMM's fiercest rival-an empire secretly working toward an unprecedented merger. Sent undercover to monitor the partnership from the inside, Jihoon already knows who Hayeon is-and he's been in love with her from afar for years. But while Hayeon tries to impress him with her fake innocence, Jihoon watches with quiet amusement, falling deeper for the sides of her she doesn't even know she's showing. Yet underneath his warmth, Jihoon hides something darker: a dangerously obsessive, possessive heart that has always belonged to her. As power games unfold behind closed doors, and masks begin to crack, only one thing is certain- In a world where love wears velvet, someone's claws will draw blood. ---

In the heart of Memphis, where the Mississippi River flows and the echoes of rock 'n' roll linger, a chance encounter changes everything for two souls. Tinsley, a talented pianist and lifelong Rex Foster fan, visits Memphis on a whim. She's drawn to a mansion's opulence, the velvet ropes that separate her from the rockstar's world. But when she accidentally leaves her notebook—a collection of heartfelt love notes—on a bench near the gates, she never expects it to be found by anyone, let alone the legendary Rex Foster himself. Rex, weary of fame and longing for something genuine, discovers the notebook. As he reads Tinsley's intimate thoughts, he's struck by her vulnerability and passion. The words resonate with him, reminding him of his own lost love and the sacrifices he's made for stardom. Determined to find Tinsley, he embarks on a quest to unravel the mystery behind the notes. Their paths collide in unexpected ways: backstage at a concert, under the twinkling lights of Beale Street, and in the quiet corners of Memphis. As they share stolen moments, secret glances, and late-night conversations, their connection deepens. But fame, family expectations, and the ghosts of their pasts threaten to tear them apart. Can Tinsley and Rex bridge the gap between their worlds? Will love blossom amid the melodies of Memphis, or will it remain a bittersweet symphony? "Love Notes at Memphis" is a tale of music, magic, and the timeless power of love—a story that transcends time, where the Kid of Rock 'n' Roll finds solace in the heart of a fan.