
Novella·Romantasy
I Married the Cursed Duke
Irene Sabater
He turns to ash everything he touches. She just brushed his fingers, and she's still alive.

“The contract demanded a royal wedding, but nobody specified which prince had to say I do.”
To save her duchy from ruin, Cecelia arranged a formal marriage with the faultless imperial heir. Yet at the altar, only Lucian awaits her: the second prince, a cynical rebel the court would rather forget. Trapped in a charade of concealed daggers and obligatory dances, they must fake mutual devotion before their true secrets betray them.
“An exchange of rings in this court is not a promise of love, but a non-aggression pact signed with cheap wax.”
“Sometimes loyalty is simply choosing who we prefer to lie to us during dinner.”
“No one dances with as much grace in this court as two condemned souls pretending the noose is a pearl necklace."”
“It weighed the way things do after rotting in silence for years.”

Novella·Romantasy
Irene Sabater
He turns to ash everything he touches. She just brushed his fingers, and she's still alive.

Short Story·Romance
Valeria Quintana
Lying to your entire family is easy; pretending you're not still in love with your ex is the real catastrophe.

Short Story·Romantasy
Irene Sabater
The dragon only eats joy; its brooding keeper hasn't felt any in years.
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