For the ones who were told they were too much—
too loud, too broken, too dangerous, too unlovable.
May you find the person who looks at your ruins
and calls them a kingdom.
This book belongs to the girls who learned to survive in silence,
and the men who loved them loud enough to break the chains.
To every Seraphina who kept fighting,
and every Adrian who chose to protect rather than destroy.
You are not your past.
You are your rise.
And this—this is your crown.
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Damian Hale was raised in violence and forged into a weapon for the Volkov empire. As Adrian Volkov’s most feared enforcer, he lives by one rule—feel nothing, need nothing, love no one. Then there’s Alina Volkov. Brilliant. Untouchable. The Volkov princess who refuses to be caged. Damian has spent years protecting her from the shadows, keeping his distance from the only light he has ever known. Because men like him are born for sin, not salvation. But Alina has never followed rules—especially his. When a dangerous enemy resurfaces from Damian’s past, targeting Alina to destroy the Volkov family, distance is no longer an option. Forced into close quarters, the tension between them ignites into something far more dangerous than attraction. She sees the nightmares he hides. He sees the fear she refuses to show. And the deeper they fall, the more impossible it becomes to pretend this is only protection. Because Damian isn’t just fighting enemies anymore—he’s fighting the truth. He would burn the world to keep her safe. Even if the only thing that might destroy her… is loving him.
We were told that power is a shield, but I’ve found it’s more of a glass house—transparent, fragile, and freezing at night. We’ve watched the "Kings" move through marble halls, seen the way they wear their sins like custom tailoring, and whispered about the women who finally brought them to their knees. But what happens in the stillness between the pages? Verses of the Vices is a descent. It is a collection of seven autopsies performed on the hearts of men who thought they were untouchable. These poems are for the ones who look at a throne and see a cage. For the ones who know that wrath is just a mask for grief, and that gluttony is just a hunger for a home that doesn't exist. From the suffocating luxury of Smoke in Suit to the raw, quiet surrender of What the Fire Forgot, this collection maps the distance between who these men are and who they become when the lights go out. They say money can’t buy a soul, but it can certainly build a beautiful place to lose one. Welcome to the wreckage. It’s more beautiful than you were led to believe. Even the gods bleed when they love. — A.V.
Five years ago, Elena told Luca she loved him. He walked away — not because he didn’t love her, but because loving him put her in danger. Now she’s a lawyer hired to protect the Volkov family empire. He has no choice but to work with her. She has no intention of forgiving him. The tension between them is unmanageable — jealousy, denial, old memories, suppressed desire. When an enemy begins targeting Elena, Luca’s restraint collapses. He becomes ruthless — the version of him he swore she would never see. To protect her, he betrays her again. She leaves. He breaks. Truth comes out. The world tries to own them. They choose each other anyway.
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