(⚠️sexual scenes⚠️)

Ash stood at the edge of the clearing, half-shadowed, breath steady and shallow. The forest had gone still—too still—and yet his body thrummed like the earth before a storm.

She was out there.

Every part of him felt her before he saw her. Not the soft girl from last time—no, this was something more dangerous. She moved like prey that had stopped running, like she wanted to b...

I am not the kind of girl

you bring home to your mother.

I’m the kind you drag into your bed

to forget someone else—

and then can’t forget.

I am sharp edges wrapped in velvet.

I am the echo of every woman

who never got a soft ending.

I love him like a drowning thing

loves the hand that pulls it under.

I begged for his breath

even while I held mine,

waiting to be left again.

Because that’s what t...

You lead,

and I follow—

not because I am weak,

but because in your hands,

I’ve never felt stronger.

There’s a quiet kind of trust

when I kneel for you—

not in silence,

but in surrender,

knowing I am seen, held,

and never made small.

You don’t tame me.

You love me wild

and guide me home.

And now—

we have her.

Our little firefly.

Our daughter with my eyes

and maybe your stubbornness,

a heartbeat ...

Chapter Two: What the Fire Found

Ash didn’t step into the clearing right away.

He stood back, half-submerged in shadow, watching her like a wolf watches the tremble of a deer’s ribs—half from hunger, half from reverence.

She wasn’t running now.

She had run, of course. He’d tracked her through the brambles and broken branches, the dress torn, her breath ragged and wild in the trees. But somethin...

Chapter One

Ruin Me Right

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I ran because I needed to know he would catch me.

The forest was too quiet, like it knew what was coming. Like it had seen this before—the girl who runs, not to escape, but to be devoured. Dusk painted the trees in bruises and blood, and I ran headlong into it. The air clung like breath on the edge of a kiss. My feet stung against the damp earth. Every scratch from ...

She left him

but he didn’t leave her.

He’s in every mirror.

Every quiet room.

Every time she second-guesses herself

before speaking.

Her ex-husband never hit her.

He didn’t have to.

He rewired her

from the inside out.

Used love like leverage.

Praise like bait.

Withheld affection

until she begged for it

like a starving dog.

She lived in gaslight.

Slept beside a stranger

who called her “too sensi...

**My Daddy, my Master, my Love—**

I don’t know how to say sorry in a way that feels like enough.

Sometimes I say things I don’t mean.

Sometimes I scream.

Sometimes I push you away with words so sharp, I flinch after they leave my mouth.

And I hate it.

I hate that I have this thing in me—this disorder, this fire, this broken wiring—that turns love into war when I’m scared. And God, Daddy, I get s...

I made room for her.

Cleared a space at the table

with trembling hands

and a heart I swore

was brave enough

for all of us.

I said,

_“Talk to her.”_

_“Feel with her.”_

_“If it’s there, chase it.”_

And God—

I meant it.

I meant it even when it choked me.

I thought I was being strong.

Thought love meant letting him bloom,

even if I wilted a little

in the shadow

of what they used to be.

She was an ...

My childhood wounds ripped open when I became a mother—

spilled out like guts from a carcass.

Ugly.

Unavoidable.

Everywhere.

Before that,

I didn’t think about my childhood.

Not really.

It was bad, sure.

But I got through it.

That was that.

Or so I thought.

Then—

I saw her.

My daughter.

Hazel eyes like mine.

Same face.

Same softness.

Untouched.

Still whole.

And I cracked.

Right there—

holding h...

you never let anyone see you.

not really.

you smile like a mask,

touch like you’re flinching,

love like it’s a secret

you’re ashamed to admit.

i break in ways you can’t understand.

loud, messy, always spilling over.

i cry too fast,

love too hard,

and wait for you to leave

before you’ve even walked away.

we made her.

four months old.

our little girl,

soft and perfect and innocent

to all the quiet...