Are There Sequels To Beauty And The Blade?

WARNING: THIS BOOK CONTAINS RAW MATURE CONTENT. I watched him kill three men without breaking a sweat. Now I'm trapped on an island with him. My crime? Walking two blocks alone in New York City. My punishment? Zade Konstantin—a killer with silver eyes who looks at me like I'm both precious and prey. My father's enemies want me. Not dead. Alive. To torture, break, and send back in pieces. I've seen the photographs of what they do to mafia daughters. The images haunt my nightmares. So now I'm hidden away on a Greek island with the most dangerous man I've ever met. He's supposed to protect me. Keep me safe. Maintain professional distance. Except the way he watches me isn't professional. The way his hands shake when he touches me during training? That's not distant. The way he groans my name through the bathroom door when he thinks I can't hear? That's definitely not just a job. I should hate him. He stalked me for weeks. Put a bag over my head. Drugged me. Made every decision about my life without asking. What starts as hate becomes hunger. Forbidden touches in the moonlight. His mouth on my skin. My body surrendering to desires I didn't know I had. He's teaching me that good girls can want dark things. That cages lined with passion are still cages. That falling for your captor might be the most dangerous game of all. Until I realize the man inside me, the man I'm falling for, has been my betrayal from the very beginning. Some men protect you. Some men destroy you. Zade Konstantin does both.

This is a sexy and dark retelling of Beauty and the Beast where the beauty is a shy and sweet twenty-one year old girl and the beast is a twisted, psychotic, arrogant and cunning vampire. ****"C-can you p-please be gentle?" She meekly stuttered out between tears and hiccups. Her gaze still attached to the ceiling. Seconds passed. She could feel her cheeks heat up even after uttering that small request. What it implied. She'd never had sex before. She hadn't even seen a naked male before, in her entire life. She didn't know what to expect. But she definitely knew that it was going to hurt. The girls from her high-school had warned her of that. That it was going to hurt really bad at first. And that it wasn't actually that pleasant either. She startled at the sudden sound of his masculine chuckle. Her head instinctually turned to look at him before she could even try and stop herself. She watched him turn to lie on his side, his elbow digging into the soft pillow as he held his head in his hand. A sly smirk displaying on his beautifully-carved features. "And why would I do that?" He rose one brow. She immediately felt her cheeks burn even hotter. "B-because I asked you nicely," she bit her lip. Her hands were still tightly holding onto that duvet, keeping it at chin level. His gaze momentarily dropped to her mouth, taking notice of that small action. "A-and because I'm scared. I haven't done this before. Any of this," she truthfully admitted after a moment, her gaze lowering as she couldn't help but feel so embarrassed. About all of it. What she'd just told him, their current position. All of it. "You mean the sucking or the fucking part?"***

He's rumoured to be the most cold and ruthless Mafia Boss, An underworld mafia Don who will slaughter his enemies without blinking an eye.Yet few has ever seen what lies beneath his armour. A broken man who needs to be saved.She's naive and ordinary girl, who is accidentally into a mysterious underworld and gets untangled with the most feared underworld mafia Boss.What will happen when he discovered his enemy is a sweet innocent girl whom he misunderstood as his enemy? How will he take his revenge?Will he protect his destined love and reach the final redemption or will he hurt an broken angel? After all his deeds the question is! Will the beast ever have his beauty?

Astrid’s life ended in blood and betrayal. Her second chance begins in the pages of a book she once read—Blood and Moonlight, a world where ancient vampires and fierce werewolves wage a war older than the moon itself.Reborn in the body of a doomed noble girl whose death will ignite the coming carnage, Astrid must outwit fate itself to survive. Every whispered promise hides a blade, every stolen glance could be a trap, and the line between love and danger is razor-thin.But the deeper she steps into the game of predators, the more she realizes someone here knows the truth about her past life—someone who might be the very killer who ended it.Survival means rewriting the story.Love might mean losing her soul.And in a world ruled by fangs and claws, Astrid will have to decide—Will she be prey… or predator?

The Demon King’s Bride The entire kingdom fears him. With white hair, piercing blue eyes, and a heart sealed by cruelty, King Edrion is known as the Demon King—a ruler who accepts betrothed brides… only to turn them into concubines and discard them without mercy. When a young noble lady is promised to the king, her fate seems sealed. But she refuses to give up her freedom—or the man she secretly loves: a guard from her own household. Desperate, they devise an unthinkable plan—to have a poor girl, identical to the noble, take her place as the royal bride. The girl agrees to assume a life that is not hers, believing she will become nothing more than another forgotten concubine in the shadow of the throne. What no one expected… is that the king would choose her. Now destined to become queen to the most feared man in the kingdom, trapped in a lie that could cost her life, she must survive the court, a forbidden desire, and a king who was never meant to look at her the way he does. Because the Demon King does not love. But when he chooses… he neither forgives nor lets go.

It was on our wedding night when my husband stole my heartblood to save his childhood sweetheart. His lips were on my forehead as his dagger carved my chest open. "Good girl. This is the last time, I promise," he breathed bewitchingly, his scalding tears dripping on my skin. "Once she's better, let's consummate our marriage." That was what he said, but I had heard it countless times before. In my despair, I used my last ounce of strength to tug on his sleeve. He urgently drained my blood to save another woman, not even looking my way as he did. What he didn't know was that it was my last drop of heartblood. And I was going to die.