"Love will never die if it exists on the lips of death. I often thought about this while I was locked inside my Doll House in Patience. Groomed every second of every day, they made sure to cover all of the darkness lurking in my soul with the false guise of perfection. The soul is fickle. Naked to the public eye and only visible to the owner, a soul bleeds every time it’s put through pain. But when that’s hidden, it spreads. The trick is to protect it from reaching your brain.
It was too late for me.
Until I met them.
One was an Elite King.
One was a Brother of Kiznitch.
Both were liars.
I’m Lilith Patience, The Sorcerer of Death and daughter of one of the most feared organizations known to man. After being thrust into the notorious world of Midnight Mayhem, I found myself coiled around a past that I want to forget and a future that could destroy me. I love two men, and they love me as much as they love each other, but when the demons of my past tighten their grip around my throat, will I finally let them strip away the layers of perfection to get to my rotten, withered soul? Maybe.
Or maybe they’ll die trying."
"My name is Dove Hendry.
Mine is Kingston Axton.
I was captured by darkness.
She has always been ours....
They groomed me for Midnight Mayhem. Like a trained possession, weak against their control.
She has been conditioned with our blood for years. She just doesn’t know it yet....
But Midnight Mayhem was the stained glass that concealed a very dark culture.
A culture that she is about to become the center of.
The Brothers of Kiznitch come in fours, and they’re not happy about me being hustled into their acts.
Or are we? Careful, Little Bird. A warning is a warning for a reason....
Mind-tricks.
Stunts.
Deceit.
Power.
But there’s something uglier that has been haunting me for years upon years. So ugly that I have never seen its face. I never had to. I’d hear his whispers through my internal screams, feel his shadow brush against my nightmares. He was my monster that tormented me.
And maybe lived under your bed....
When I started Midnight Mayhem, his presence faded.
His whispers were silenced.
His shadow dissolving without a trace.
I wondered why that was.
She didn’t have to wonder for long...."
"She was everything that I wanted.
He was everything that I despised.
Until she wasn’t.
Until he wasn’t.
Killian Cornelii was a walking calamity. He reached inside of me and touched every single inch of my ruined soul, but he didn’t just touch it. He caressed, petted, and captivated it. He tailored me to fit into the palms of his hands. The same hands that possess so much cruelty were the very same that comforted me.
I thought I knew him.
He thought he knew me.
This isn’t a fairy tale or some achingly beautiful story about two soul mates who instantly fall irrevocably in love with each other.
This is a story about a love so painful, so rich, that it destroys everything and everyone around it.
Including ourselves.
Midnight Mayhem is the platform Killian performs his tricks on, but the greatest trick wouldn’t come from him.
It would come from me.
Tricksters don’t have hearts.
They just pretend that they do.
Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock."
"For the fan who wants that little bit more...
Tacet a Mortuis: Hail to the king, and watch him reign. This game was somewhat fun until the finale came.
Now we're here, with carnage and despair, and the only questions left to answer are the ones that do not appear.
A king loses a war, and a swan sheds her wings, chaos collides with peace, as the crows begin to sing.
Enter if you dare, because I swear the end is near, but nothing is as it seems, and everything is so bare.
So what the hell is going on at Riverside? I think, I think... everyone is about to die.
For mature listeners."
"Er hat geschworen, mich zu beschützen. Er hat versagt. Sie alle haben versagt.
Ich bin eine offene Schachtel mit alten Fotos, aufgenommen im klaren Tageslicht, aber mit Sepia-Filter. Ich bin die Vergangenheit, die er zu vergessen versuchte, und er war die Zukunft, die ich brauchte. Als er vor vier Jahren ging, habe ich jede Nacht nach ihm geschrien. Aber dann hörte alles auf. Meine Schreie wurden plötzlich durch Grausamkeit gedämpft und durch Schmerz noch weiter unterdrückt. Aber er ist zurückgekommen. Er ist nicht mehr der süße Pflegebruder, in den ich heimlich verknallt war, oder der böse, reiche Bengel, den ich nicht lieben wollte. Er ist der skrupellose Vizepräsident der Wolf Pack MC, und er hört nicht mehr auf den Namen Royce Kane. Er hört auf Sicko."
"The Elite Kings Club left a trail of fear behind every person who whispered their names throughout the centuries that they'd existed.
They were the product of every nightmare you were told as a child, only now, they don't go bump in the night. They race modified cars, throw parties to conceal their morbid games, and leave behind the kind of chaos that can never be tamed.
They were from an ancient bloodline of the three Founding Fathers, and it was almost time for them to plunge deeper into the depths of hell. Now that they were all on their motherland, and even closer to an island with history as dark as it was ruthless, no one had a say in the carnage of what was to come. And in this case, with War and Halen. Until now, they were nothing but exactly as they appeared on the outside.
He was a brother's best friend, and a boy Halen had never not known.
She was the daughter of one of the most feared families known to man, and the only girl who ever kindled his rage. They'd push and pull until it tore them apart… if only to feel the shell of their bodies close.
Halen knew crossing that line with him was dangerous ground, yet she yielded her weapon and did it anyway. But history was being challenged, and The Kings were about to learn that not all enemies are discovered on a battlefield.
Some are the ghosts of what was left behind."
"I did something I had never done before.
I had a one-night stand.
Then in true me fashion, I left my phone at his house during my desperate venture to escape.
I tried hard to ignore the texts sent to my best friend’s phone....
Amethyst: Sup, these selfies are cute as shit, but your lips looked better wrapped around my...
I did not text him back.
I did vow to never speak of him or that night again....
I’m Amethyst Lily Tatum, and up until this point, I’d managed to maintain a fairly low-key life. I’m what you would call a socially unacceptable hot mess. Instead of partying, I’m skating, flipping ollies over guys who loved to underestimate me. Then I started college, met a wild girl who I would soon call my best-friend, had my first drunk one-night stand, left my phone at his house, and then, when I finally managed to meet my mom’s new boyfriend, I found out that my one-night stand was now my new stepbrother.
This is a stand-alone novel."
"I remember the day he walked through our front door, bloodied and broken with the kind of torment that breeds, but never dies. Papa had one rule for him. Stay away from his daughter.
He didn’t.
Years later, he crashes back into my life and tears down all of the walls I built up around myself. We’re both hiding secrets, but when the mafia world collides with the MC world, the shrapnel could destroy everyone around us.
Now the president of the Chicago chapter, not even I was prepared for his return. He’s going to see that I’m no longer the precious princess of the Cosa Nostra, and I won’t play his games anymore.
He’ll play mine.
This is a story about two souls destined to be together, but who are trapped in bodies that hate each other. It’s what happens when you both let love kill you."
"Nothing is going to make sense once you listen to this first chapter. You're going to wonder why the f**k I made the decisions I did...why he did what he did.
I'm not going to make this easy for you. I'm going to guide you through loops that you're going to wish I had just skipped, but I'm not going to do that either. You're going to feel my pain, my loss, and my heart breaking in my chest. You're going to watch me trip and fall, and get back up again. You're going to wish you could slap the shit out of Bishop and me, but above all...I'm going to take you back to when I left the love of my life, and ran. This is an open letter to you. Good luck. Mads xo"
"He held a darkness that could never be touched. She carried a light that could never be seen.
Not by anyone. Only by each other. Simply two halves of the same soul, Brantley and Saint were fused together with equal parts wrath and peace. Nothing could break through their bond. Nothing.
Until now."
"Now an Amazon Top 40 Best Seller
He was my foster brother.
He swore to protect me.
He failed.
They all failed.
I’m an open box of passé photographs, snapped in chaste daylight, but filtered in sepia. I’m the past that he tried to forget, and he was the future I needed. When he left four years ago, I screamed for him every night. But then it all stopped. My screams were suddenly muffled by cruelty, and further coaxed by pain.
But he has come back. He’s not the cute big brother I had a furtive crush on, or the bad-boy rich brat that I hated to love.
He’s the ruthless vice president of Wolf Pack MC, and he doesn’t answer to Royce Kane anymore.
He answers to Sicko."
"The Devil comes with baggage, and not the kind you can lose.
I was two years old when he saved me. I didn't understand much at that age, but I remember the pale boy with hair as dark as ink, saving me from two evils. He said he would protect me; I just didn't know he meant from himself. I was raised in the arms of evil, tailored for the Devil like a custom Armani suit, and every day he wore it like a weapon. Brantley thought by keeping me locked in his manor that it would protect me, and it did.
Until it didn't.
As I slowly adapt to The Elite Kings Club and the dark, sinister world that exists around the outlaws in suits, I come to learn that the monster everyone fears is the very same one I crave.
Like a prized trophy, I sit on his throne….
Something quite pretty, an object he owns….
She's a porcelain doll, so shiny, so clean….
Something I want to polish, but to never be seen….
The time has come, I am in his world….
Now his Dea, can be admired by all….
The thing with porcelain is it's fragile and delicate….
It would only take a second for me to eradicate it…."
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