MAEVE Five days after the wedding… I’m counting the days like I got a life sentence. I’ve done nothing but sit in this stupidly luxurious room—too comfortable to feel real, too suffocating to feel like mine. I don’t know what I’m supposed to do, or who I’m supposed to be now. Jean had stopped by,…
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So, I just discovered that I might be… how do I put it politely… romantically aroused by applied science. I was innocently scrolling through Inkitt’s tag list for my new orc-human romance (yes, Zhak’orr, I still love you, you tusked menace) when I stumbled across the tag “monster fucker.” Naturally, I thought, “Surely this can’t…
The city didn’t bother coming this far. Out here, the noise thinned into the rustle of overgrowth and the sour stink of rotting trash. Perfect place for a door no one was supposed to notice. Bob went first, easing through the brush with the nonchalance of a man who’d done stakeouts in worse places. No…
RONAN I heard everything. Standing in the hallway, just out of sight, I listened to their argument, my jaw tightening as Liam’s voice rose in anger. I knew this moment would come, sooner rather than later, knowing Liam. Their relationship was doomed the second she stepped into Isabelle’s place. And yet, hearing it unravel like…
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Can we PLEASE talk about the absolute bullshit sorcery that goes into smut scenes between a 6’6″ Alpha Werewolf Daddy and his 4’11” “tiny little thing” fated mate??? ✨Because apparently in romance novels, HEIGHT DIFFERENCE IS A SEX POSITION✨ I’m over here architecting a series of books (no shifter romance but size difference) where the…
The wind had the place to itself. No yellow tape, no gawkers, no polite civic outrage. Just weeds curling in the breeze around the same coffin they’d left sitting in the dirt. Bob eyed it like it had personally wasted his time. “Guess it’s too far off-trail for anyone with a conscience,” he said. The…
MAEVE The next morning, I woke up in the room that was never meant to be mine. I stared up at the ceiling, feeling the weight of it all pressing down on me like an oppressive, invisible hand. The bed beneath me was new, too soft, and unfamiliar—an odd comfort that felt foreign, much like…
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