Bound by His Forbidden Magic
By N. Petrov
I’ve spent seven years hunting the syndicate that butchered my coven—only to find their deadliest enforcer is Ronan Bellingham, the same broad-shouldered bastard who starred in every forbidden teenage fantasy I ever had. Now an ancient blood oath has chained us together through a living grimoire that pulses with dark power, forcing us to share spells, secrets, and far too much body heat. Every shared incantation drags us closer, every stolen breath against warm skin makes me hate him more... until I realize falling for the man who destroyed my past might be the one thing that finally breaks me.
Chapters
The rain in Veilcross never just fell. It hissed against neon signs and turned every alley into a slick trap. I crouched on the rusted fire escape, thighs burning from the climb, and watched the wareh...
Read more →The rain had finally stopped, but Veilcross still smelled like wet concrete and bad decisions. I shoved through the back door of Mira's shop with the grimoire tucked under my arm like a pissedoff cat,...
Read more →The alley still reeked of ozone and fearsweat when the grimoire decided we'd had enough running. My lungs burned in sync with Ronan's, our shared pulse a chaotic drumbeat that made my temples throb. N...
Read more →The map on the grimoire's page still glowed faintly as we crouched on the fire escape, reds and greens pulsing like a bruise. Veilcross's club district sprawled below, bass thumping through the rain l...
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