Patience, my darling.
The devils being created aren’t polite enough for release dates.
They take what they want, when they’re ready.
And they’re almost ready for you.
Experience loves darkest moments
Etiquette of the Cruel
Adelina died the night her family did—at least the part of her still capable of mercy. The world thinks she vanished, but she crawled out of that massacre with nothing but rage to guide her, stealing back power piece by piece, body by body, until the girl she once was rotted away. What remains is the Nycto Reaper—cruel, relentless, lethal—returning to claim the legacy that should have always been hers.
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The last person she expects to find is Cezar Torrim. Not the monster she imagined, but the man trapped beneath one—the son of her enemy, the boy who unknowingly helped destroy her life. A quiet, beautifully broken heir who was never supposed to matter and somehow becomes the only one who does.
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To Cezar, she is the first person who has ever looked past his father’s violence and seen a man worth saving, and he clings to her with a desperation that deepens into obsession. In his eyes, she’s the reason he’s still breathing. He watches her like she’s the first chance he’s ever had at freedom, and she finds herself drawn to the only man who understands what it means to survive a cruelty neither chose.
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Once she takes him captive, the truth between them begins to unravel, and every time he looks at her, everything she thought she wanted fractures at the edges. Violence turns intimate, cruelty turns into desire, pulling them into a dangerous game neither can resist—a place where punishment becomes its own kind of pleasure. When the past finally comes for both of them, the only thing more dangerous than vengeance is the hunger they have for each other… a love that could kill or save.
Etiquette of the Vile
Darius Torrim isn’t looking for redemption. He’s just trying to survive himself. Held together by guilt and alcohol—dangerous, cynical, convinced he deserves every bruise—he’s spent a year running from the wreckage he left behind… until a waitress with quiet eyes and a death wish tries to poison him at his brother’s engagement party.
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She fails.
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When Naveena wakes chained in his basement, soaked and shaking, Darius tells himself she’s just another enemy. Another body he can break to keep the past from catching up.
Except she doesn’t break. Naveena isn’t the fragile little dove she looks like—she’s a survivor with her own scars, her own rage, her own reasons to hate the world that made them both this way. She refuses to beg, refuses to fear him, refuses to look away from the cracks he’s spent his whole life hiding.
And that pisses him off almost as much as it pulls him in.
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Two people born from violence.
Two lives rotting at the edges.
Two broken souls never meant to be saved—only to endure.
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And maybe destroy each other in the process.
Unholy
Lira has spent her entire life inside a closed religious settlement where obedience is survival and questioning the Doctrine is a sin punished in blood. She keeps her head down, her voice quiet, her hope small. People who step out of line simply… vanish. So she moves through her days carefully, pretending not to notice the cracks spreading through the faith that owns her. Pretending she doesn’t dream of something beyond prayer, punishment, and fear.
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Then Kyren returns on the day of his mother’s funeral—alive, armed, and unrecognizable from the boy the Elders once beat and left for dead. Now he’s powerful, merciless, and done waiting for his revenge. He came only to show them the mistake they made by letting him live. But when his gaze lands on Lira—on her terror, her silence, the spark she tries to suffocate—his vengeance shifts. He came back to end them. She came alive the moment she saw him. And when she finally seeks his help, everything ignites. Her quiet rebellion, his buried humanity, and a war that promises love.