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COMPLETED ERICA Kidnapped-Sold-Caged. That’s what happened when I became careless & didn’t recognise the real monster in Armani, instead became Obsessed with his beautiful face & dark accent. Antonio Rossi. He bought me. Now I’m a captive in his billion dollar cage. It has everything but peace & freedom—two things I dreamed of since childhood. He’s ruthless in his quest to make me understand who’s the master of me. He said-I belong to him, that he owns me. He promised retaliation for every rule break. His touch meant for punishment burns me, leaves me thinking maybe he’s right which only makes me hate him more. But he forgot about my promise to him-The day he locked me in his cage I promised him, I’d make him beg on his knees & at the end of this nightmare I’d wake up with a smile on my face. ANTONIO Ruthless-Monster. I’m the monster nightmares are made of. The human part of me died long time ago, now I live for vengeance & blood of my enemy. I’m the real villain of this story. There’s nothing & no-one that would stop me from getting the blood that I was owed. Except her-And she tries. Oh, how she fûcking tries. She doesn't know that she's a pawn in my game. She's a collateral—a sacrifice I chose, but she hasn’t accepted it. She rattles the bars of her cage, disobeys me & earns a punishment for every insult she throws my way. The fight for freedom in her eyes makes me furious, it burns me. It makes me fascinated too-really not a good thing for her. Because if I cared then I’d make her a lifelong captive in my cage. Second Book- TRAPPED FOREVER-A Dark & Twisted Happily Ever After.

A dark, clinical neo-noir thriller, The Architect of the Shadows strips away the glamour of Hollywood to expose the brutal friction between digital consolidation and physical reality. For decades, Silas Thorne Danielson—a ruthlessly brilliant logistics coordinator with a calculated detachment from human empathy—has operated an invisible shadow utility. Using non-networked legacy hardware and shell-company registries, he has quietly absorbed independent cinematic libraries, systematically dismantling the legacy of aging action star and stunt coordinator Sebastian Sorgentone to hide multi-million-dollar maritime assets. But when an automated federal audit loop paralyzes Silas’s digital infrastructure, the conflict fractures out of the cloud and into the physical world. Trapped by a looming federal dragnet, Silas must head south to a lead-lined Cold War salt silo in Key Largo to retrieve the physical backup arrays that can reset his network. Waiting for him are Sebastian and his estranged brother Francis, mobilizing six tons of un-trackable military iron to drag the slick corporate architect into a landscape where digital logic fails, and only physical endurance and raw mass matter. Meanwhile, across the country, Sebastian’s daughters navigate the wreckage of their family’s financial collapse, shifting from targets of the system to the pragmatic components that will ultimately help seal it shut. Grounded in a grim, industrial realism, the narrative explores the heavy price of family survival, the unyielding weight of memory, and the permanent closing of a system that tried to turn human blood into data entries.

When Alex takes a high-paying job under the notoriously controlling CEO, Rowan Vale, they know the environment will be intensebut nothing prepares them for the psychological grip Rowan holds over every employee. Rules are absolute. Loyalty is demanded. Escape is impossible. Alex quickly becomes a target of Rowan’s attention, pulled into a dangerous dynamic where power is constantly tested and boundaries are deliberately broken. What begins as manipulation turns into a volatile push-and-pull, charged with tension neither of them can ignore. But beneath Rowan’s cold dominance lies something fractured something eerily familiar to Alex. As secrets unravel, Alex discovers that Rowan is just as trapped as everyone else, bound by expectations, past trauma, and a system they didn’t create but now control. Their connection deepens into something raw and consuming, forcing both of them to confront their own cages emotional, psychological, and physical. Together, they begin to push against the walls that confine them, but freedom comes at a price. Because breaking out might mean destroying everything Rowan has built… and risking the fragile bond forming between them. In the end, they must choose: remain prisoners of their pasts or burn the entire system down to finally be free.

After years of running from her past, Lissa returns to the one place she never wanted to see again—her childhood home. The town hasn’t changed, but Lissa has. Now a mother, a wife, and a survivor, she’s trying to rebuild a life while standing on the crumbling foundation of her trauma. Just a few months. Just until she finds her footing. But the house doesn’t let go so easily. It smells of mildew and memory. Dust covers more than furniture—it coats every secret Lissa tried to bury. As she navigates motherhood, old friendships, and a strained relationship with her sister, Lissa discovers more than ghosts in the attic. A photograph violently scribbled out. A letter from someone she hoped was lost to time. And a journal that brings her back to the girl she used to be. Her husband, Colt, tries to be her anchor. Her son, Lucas, is her reason to fight. But a single name—just one letter, T—is all it takes to fracture her resolve. The past isn’t dead. It’s waiting in the basement. In a letter tucked behind old receipts. In the quiet corners of her memory where no one else can go. As the days pass, the house begins to feel like a trap.Lissa must decide if she’s strong enough to dig through the wreckage of her past… or if some secrets are better left buried. Told with raw emotion and atmospheric suspense, House of Quiet Screams is a story of trauma, resilience, and the silent strength it takes to confront what once felt un faceable. For Lissa, surviving was never the end of the story—facing what comes after might be the beginning.

When disgraced journalist Elliot Dorne receives an anonymous invitation to Wintercroft Hall—a decaying mansion on a fog-shrouded island—he is promised the story of a lifetime. But upon his arrival, Elliot finds himself among six strangers, each with their own shadowy past. Their enigmatic host, the frail and reclusive Vivienne Ashworth, claims she has summoned them to reveal a deadly truth about the Ashworth family legacy. Before she can confess, Vivienne collapses, and chaos ensues. A violent storm traps the guests on the island, and the discovery of a gruesome murder sets paranoia ablaze. As Elliot uncovers cryptic messages, hidden rooms, and a chilling photograph that ties him to the Ashworth family, he realizes that nothing about this gathering is random. With the mansion’s dark history unraveling and secrets surfacing at every turn, Elliot must confront the ghosts of his own past to survive. But the deeper he digs, the clearer it becomes—someone inside Wintercroft Hall is playing a deadly game, and not everyone will make it out alive. When disgraced journalist Elliot Dorne is invited to the remote and crumbling Wintercroft Hall, he’s promised the story that could save his career. But the mansion’s sinister halls conceal more than just secrets—they harbor a legacy of betrayal, murder, and lies. Elliot is joined by six strangers, all summoned by the enigmatic Vivienne Ashworth. Frail and reclusive, she claims to know the truth about their darkest sins. Before she can reveal anything, a violent storm cuts them off from the outside world—and the first body is discovered. As cryptic messages and chilling clues emerge, Elliot realizes that his connection to the Ashworth family runs deeper than he could have imagined. Someone in Wintercroft Hall knows the truth about his past, and they’ll stop at nothing .

On New Year’s Eve, my fiancee, Delilah Carrington, left me to freeze to death in subzero snow. As my body went numb, she was wrapped in the military coat I had found for her, curled up in Everett Kingsley’s arms while eating the holiday groceries I had paid for. When I opened my eyes again, I was back before everything fell apart. So when she called—cold, demanding, rattling off a shopping list like I owed her—I hung up, blocked her number, and made my move. I sealed off Blackridge Logistics Hub, the largest logistics hub in the country. Stockpiling supplies? Pointless. Because my coworkers and I had more packages than we could ever open: seafood delicacies, premium cigars, top-shelf liquor, and industrial generators. Hundreds of millions of shipments meant for the holidays were now all mine. Inside a warehouse kept at a steady 26°C, I ate wagyu steak and watched the world collapse through surveillance feeds. I witnessed Delilah’s entire family tear each other apart over half a moldy pack of crackers. I thought I could live like this forever. I was wrong. In the apocalypse, the most dangerous thing isn’t what’s waiting outside. It’s the people who refuse to stop playing the hero.