In a quiet coastal parish, Father Xavier Moreau has buried his past beneath vows of celibacy—until Liora Voss returns, bold and beautiful, confessing sins that set his blood on fire. Her whispered temptations erode his control. A stormy night in the rectory shatters restraint: desperate kisses ignite into raw, forbidden passion on sacred ground—bodies entwined beneath stained glass, prayers lost in moans. Their secret affair burns hotter with every stolen touch—sacrilegious, reverent, consuming. But rumors spread, a bishop approaches, and Elias faces the ultimate choice: cling to his collar or surrender to the woman who could save—or damn—his soul. A steamy, taboo erotic romance of guilt, desire, and the thin line between sin and salvation

Seraphina steps into her sister’s wedding gown hours before the ceremony—becoming Luna to Alpha Kael Voss, bound by an ironclad pack contract neither can escape.Kael needs the alliance, not a wife. Their wedding night ends with him walking out, leaving her alone in the vast Luna’s chambers. Cold. Silent. Rejected.The pack whispers spread fast: A fraud. A substitute. Unwanted. Every averted gaze and hushed question—“Why is the Luna sleeping alone?”—carves deeper into her pride.She endures with quiet dignity, hiding her pain behind a perfect mask. He keeps his distance, his bed empty. But in the suffocating silence of their loveless marriage, something begins to crack.A tale of public humiliation, restrained suffering, and a bond that neither wants… yet can’t ignore.

What happens when you wake up the next day to the news of the death of someone who asked you out on a date the previous day? Sarah McKenzie will be turning eighteen in the next three months. Jacob Madison asked her to go out on a date with him of which she refused only to wake up to the news of him been found dead in the woods the next day and a text stating; "you're next sweetheart" *************** "What would you do if there is a killer in your house?" "That's a silly question. If you ask me." She replied. "Just answer me." The person texted back. "I'll hide in my closet then. Can you now tell me who am speaking with?" She asked fuming with anger. "Thanks for the info. See you in your closet when I come." The person replied.