QuillMistress

MATURE CONTENT WARNING!!: These people be getting freaky in the sheets! "You think I haven’t noticed your eyes on me?" Kai En's voice was dangerously low, his lips curled into a cruel smile. "The way they linger— you can’t decide whether to kill me or kiss me. Am I right, little alpha?" ... For as long as Jun could remember, vengeance had been his only purpose. The last survivor of a disgraced family, he vowed to tear down the empire that destroyed his life, starting with its most prized jewel—Prince Feng Kai En.  Now, under the guise of Xiao Liu, a lowly servant in the prince’s retinue, he plans his revenge. But nothing could have prepared him for what awaited within the palace walls. Neither Xiao Liu’s sharp blades nor detailed plans were good enough to fall the man behind the title. Every failed assassination attempt and heated exchange left him more entangled with the man he was meant to destroy. Kai En—ruthless, untouchable, and powerful. An alpha in the eyes of all. Xiao Liu uncovered the prince’s greatest secret—beneath the façade lay something far more dangerous and vulnerable. Something Xiao Liu intended to exploit. Duty had always been Kai En’s burden. Yet Xiao Liu’s presence stirred emotions long buried—desires with no place in his world. Every attempt on his life only deepened the prince’s fascination, pulling him into the chaos Xiao Liu brought. As war looms and enemies close in, their dangerous dance intensifies. Desire grows where hate once ruled, pulling them into a storm of violence, lust, and something deeper. “You’ll never belong to anyone else,” Xiao Liu snarled, his lips finding Kai En’s neck again, biting down hard. “Not her. Not anyone. You belong to me.” Xiao Liu knows Kai En is the key to his revenge, but the more their lives tangle, the harder it becomes to tell if it’s vengeance he craves… or the prince himself. And Kai En must face the ultimate test that could break his kingdom and heart. Can Xiao Liu destroy the man he’s come to obsess over, or will he fall first?

[My WSA 2024 Entry novel! Please vote] In a world where mythical beings have fallen into an "eternal slumber," a thriving underground market exploits the stolen essence of these dormant creatures. At its epicenter are dragons—majestic beings desired for their scales, organs, and prized eggs. The most coveted treasure of all is a dragon's name, a key that holds the power to control its very existence. Dragon Lord, guardian of a clutch of dormant eggs, lives in isolation atop a hill, surrounded by a forest that veils his castle. He bears the scars of past betrayals, having been deceived by those who feigned love to steal his treasures or claim his head as a bounty. Jaded and cold, he trusts no one, living a solitary existence. However, his solitude is shattered when a woman unwittingly stumbles into his life. Yara finds herself in Dragon Lord's treasured den amidst a battle between the dragon and thieves. In a twist of fate, she mistakenly bonds with the dormant eggs, breathing life into them. Reluctantly, Dragon Lord allows Yara into his world, and their journey unfolds amid the looming threat of underground organizations seeking to exploit the dragons for profit. As the eggs come to life, so does an unexpected connection between Dragon Lord and Yara. Despite his cold and jaded exterior, he finds himself unable to ignore her presence. Yara, too, cannot deny the pull she feels towards him, and emotions begin to burn beneath the surface. Together, they must navigate the challenges of waiting for the eggs to hatch, fend off those who seek to exploit the dragon and its offspring, and confront the secrets that Yara harbors—a revelation that could destroy everything. In this tale of flames and gold, two scarred souls in a world where trust is a rare and precious commodity must confront the ghosts of their pasts. They navigate the dangerous currents of love and deception, protecting unborn dragons from a world hungry for their magic. Will their bond withstand the trials ahead, or will the flames of betrayal engulf them in the end? A/N: It starts out SLOW, because I tend to get lost in the pages and be descriptive but once it gets to the action, it really picks up! Looking forward to growing with you all on this journey!!!

You’d think seeing the future would give me a head start on surviving the apocalypse. I had it all planned—until everything I knew shattered when my husband sacrificed himself to save me and our son. Now it’s just me, my three-year-old son Leo, and my cursed gift of foresight that only seems to kick in when it’s nearly too late. I’m doing my best to keep us safe, to find food, to make some kind of plan— “Mommy?” I glance down, trying to ignore the tug on my pant leg as I focus on our supplies. “Not now, Leo. Mommy’s thinking.” “Mommy!” I sigh and finally look down. My three-year-old is standing there, clutching… I blink. “Leo, where did you get a knife?” He shrugs, grinning like it’s the most natural thing in the world. My heart stutters. “No, really. Where did you find that?” I try not to laugh. I mean, he’s three. Maybe he just—found it somewhere? But the next day, it’s a water bottle. Then, a tiny flashlight, somehow with batteries still inside. I don’t even know what else; he’s pulling things out one by one with the pleased grin of a kid who’s just figured out his favorite game. Well, we may just survive this mess after all. Now, if only the universe could have spared me from him. I don’t even know his name, but I know his type: tall, broad, and annoyingly handsome, with an air of calm control that’s out of place in this chaos. Ex-military, if I had to guess, with a voice that’s just as infuriating as his smirk. The man has a habit of showing up at the worst—or best—possible times, with a gun at the ready and secrets buried as deep as those bright green eyes. I mean, he’s probably useful, but I’m trying to keep my eyes on the prize here: survival. For Leo and me. Because, foresight or no foresight, nothing is guaranteed in this new world—except the fact that people like him are trouble.

“Don’t look at me like that,” he murmured, brushing a knuckle over her lower lip. “I’ll forget we’re pretending to be civil and fuck you on this table with your enemies still in the room.” He killed her brother. She married him anyway. Nadya Vasiliev made a deal with the devil—for protection, for power, for her niece’s future. To get close enough to destroy Alexei Romanov—the man who tore her family apart—she created a contract and became his wife. A marriage of revenge, nothing more.  But Alexei is no ordinary enemy. He’s powerful. Controlled. Wickedly seductive. And he knows she’s lying. Nadya is playing the long game—seduction, manipulation, revenge. But the deeper she gets, the more dangerous the game becomes. Her heart wasn’t supposed to be in this. Her body wasn’t supposed to burn for his touch. Everyone knows once you dance with the devil… You either bring him down or fall to your knees. The smut will be smutting. I’m exploring how freaky my brain can get. Gimme ideas and gifts lovelies.

Taken. Bound. Claimed. Vesaria was a lady of the south, refined, educated, untouchable. Until the night the rogue Northmen came. Stolen from her home, dragged across a frozen, unforgiving land, she is forced to wed the warlord who led the raid. Khan Azgar, the Black Wolf. A beast of a man, feared even among his own kind. But Vesaria refuses to break. She fights, she resists, she runs. And yet, no matter how far she goes, he always brings her back—stronger, faster, hungrier than before. He welcomes her fight, watches her struggle with a knowing, infuriating smirk. Every act of defiance only seems to amuse him, every escape attempt only tightens his hold. "You can seethe all you want," he murmurs, his breath hot against her ear. "But you are my wife now. And whether it’s tomorrow, next week, or moons from now..." His grip tightens, his voice dark with promise. "We both know exactly where you’ll end up—under me, gasping for more." How long must she endure this before her uncle’s men come for her? If they come at all. If there’s anything left of her to save. But hatred burns close to passion. And the more she fights him, the more she feels the heat in his gaze, the possessive weight of his touch, the undeniable pull of something dangerous and forbidden. "You think I don’t see it?" he taunts, pressing her against the furs. "The way your body betrays you, little rabbit? You fight me with every breath, and yet, you shudder so sweetly at my touch." She is his prisoner. His bride. And if she isn’t careful, she won’t just belong to him—she’ll want to.