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He Who Flew Too Close by x_luminous_x
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On the night that a mysterious siren's song awakens him from a dream, Lorelei is lured to the scene of a crime where he finds his cult's beloved leader's severed head with the words "your God is a liar" written in blood upon the wall. As it turns out, the Helioist church has been victim to numerous hate crimes and a werewolf with a particular taste for holy men and women is on the loose. Fabled to be the prophet of his God Apollo due to his natural ability to create light, Lorelei makes it his mission to capture the killer. However, communicating to him through dreams, it seems Apollo has plans for Lorelei -- plans that have him questioning his faith and everything he thought he knew about his God. In the church relationships are forbidden, however, it seems like his God himself is trying to seduce him and lead his soul itself astray. The story of the vampire who fell for the sun. (LGBT+ Fantasy/Romance/Murder Mystery)
The Falling (On Hold) by lezdabonthemhaters
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Some losses break you. Others accidentally rebuild you. At 35, Naomi thought her life was over the day she buried her husband. Walking into a grief support group was meant to be an exercise in surviving an empty house...until she met Theo. A single father whose sarcasm matches her own and whose grief mirrors hers, Theo isn't looking for a savior, and Naomi certainly isn't looking for love. Yet between shared silences, late-night text messages, and a fragile, unexpected friendship, they find themselves falling for the one thing they swore they'd never risk again. A slow-burn story about finding sunshine in the bitter dark. A/N: Thank you to Pinterest creators for supplying me with the background of the cover and all the aesthetics!!! Round of applause 😌
CLARENDON ✔️ by happyquill
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𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐌𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐫𝐜𝐡𝐲 𝐢𝐬 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐝, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝𝐢𝐞𝐫... Welcome to Billard Academy, where old monarchs are still in power, aristocrats rebrand themselves as old money, and the secrets and intrigue are as thick as the ivy on their ancient walls. Corin Clarendon, descendant of a broken royal line, is the only child and daughter of the Chairman. Clarendon Industries should be hers. But the rules of succession only bow to a male heir. The rule is simple: whichever boy at Billard graduates at the top of the class wins the Clarendon empire, and Corin's hand in marriage. The legacy heirs-Rothwell, Ascor, and Vandercourt-are already circling like sharks, hungry for her inheritance. They want a queen to command. They don't realize Corin isn't interested in being a wife. She's planning to be king. Then there's Lucien Green. To the elite, he's just the scholarship kid from nowhere. But Lucien is a man with a leash around his neck. Sponsored by a shadow with a lethal agenda, he's at Billard to do more than just study. Armed with an eidetic memory that makes the "top boys" look like fools-and a way of looking at Corin that makes her blood run cold and hot all at once. He's the only one who might be more dangerous than the men trying to ruin her. Only one can win. And no one must fall in love. #boardingschool #heirs #succession #rivalstolovers #inheritance #steamyromance [updates every Wed or Thu]
Where Clouds Gather by Wisteria0000
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Yan Niyu has always lived within carefully drawn lines; her days filled with poetry, embroidery, and the quiet expectations of a lady of her standing. When a broken engagement fractures that fragile peace, she is left marked by scandal and whispers behind silk fans. Once admired, Niyu finds her future narrowing with every polite smile. When her mother's desperate prayers give way to a proposal few would envy, the life she has known begins to crumble. ... Niyu lowered herself onto a nearby stool, not trusting her knees. Her eyes widened in disbelief as her mother's words echoed in her mind. Military. How could they dare to ask her hand for marriage? She stared at her ink-stained hands, still carrying the faint scent of musk. Would these hands hold ones calloused from swords? Like the warlords in her most treasured plays-men she had only read about. ... A Ming dynasty inspired romance where Wen meets Wu; two young strangers, bound by duty, forced to confront prejudice, pride, and the hard work of building a life together.