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Jaja Lolia

Jaja Lolia's Books(4)

Marked by Moon

Marked by Moon

Werewolf
5.0
*"Two born beneath the blood moon. One to crown the world. One to break it."* --- They were born under the same blood moon. They share the same birthday. They wear the same mark- But only one can be chosen. In the heart of a wild and ancient kingdom, the Red Wolf prophecy is more than legend-it's law. It foretells the return of the Moon Goddess in flesh... or the rise of a curse that will shatter the werewolf bloodline forever. **Princess Seraphina**, firstborn of the Alpha, carries the full red wolf sigil on her thigh. Worshipped since birth, she is the kingdom's pride, trained to rule beside the future Lycan King. Her path has always been clear-until another girl is born that night. **Elara**, the Omega orphan, arrived in silence and sorrow. Her mother died bringing her into the world. Her wolf never came. And the crimson mark on her back-a fragmented wolf's head-is feared as an omen of ruin. Cast to the pack's outskirts, Elara grows up forgotten, scraping by with nothing but quiet strength and a heart too stubborn to break. But fate remembers what the world forgets. As their eighteenth birthday approaches, the Lycan King announces he will choose his fated mate during the Moon Binding-a sacred rite where soul bonds ignite beneath the blood moon. The kingdom expects Seraphina to ascend. Instead, **the bond chooses Elara**. The court erupts in disbelief. How can a cursed girl with no wolf be chosen over the blessed heir? As Seraphina spirals into envy and desperation, her light begins to fracture-revealing something far darker beneath. Now hunted, tested, and rising, Elara A spellbinding tale of fate, rivalry, and rebirth ---
whisper Beneath the silk

whisper Beneath the silk

Fantasy
5.0
--- Whispers Beneath the Silk A romantic thriller steeped in secrets, shadows, and seduction. --- When Evelyn Roth, a gifted textile restorer with a hidden past, receives a mysterious commission to restore an estate's vintage gowns, she sees it as the opportunity of a lifetime. The request arrives with no sender's name, only a location: Silkenmoor, a manor whispered about in London's underground arts circles like a myth cloaked in velvet and blood. The job promises wealth, seclusion, and a chance to escape the echoes of her own carefully buried secrets. But Silkenmoor is no ordinary estate. Tucked away in the mist-laden cliffs of the English coast, the mansion looms like a memory lost in time. Its architecture is breathtaking-gothic arches, crimson silk drapes, and candlelit halls-but the atmosphere is suffocating. Whispers float down the corridors like perfume, and Evelyn quickly learns that the house hasn't quite moved on from its most tragic occupant: Lady Isadora Thorne, the glamorous and scandalous mistress of the estate who died in unexplained circumstances nearly a decade ago. And then there's Lord Alaric Thorne-Isadora's widower, and the enigmatic master of the house. Cold, refined, and devastatingly handsome, Alaric is every bit the haunted figure the rumors suggested. Townsfolk believe he drove his wife to madness, or worse. Alaric insists Evelyn is here merely to preserve the gowns for archival purposes, but he watches her too closely. Their tension is instant. Electric. Dangerous. The gowns-dozens of them, preserved in a sealed dressing room-are exquisite. But as Evelyn begins to work, she discovers more than frayed threads and forgotten lace. Hidden in hems are tiny slips of paper: love letters, warnings, confessions. Bloodstains have been washed but not erased. One bodice holds a lock of auburn hair that doesn't belong to Isadora at all. Someone, Evelyn realizes, tried to sew their story into the seams. Each dress whispers something new-and Evelyn, despite herself, begins to listen. Drawn deeper into the tangled history of the house, she uncovers a love triangle gone wrong, a possible pregnancy covered up, and an affair that may have led to blackmail-or murder. She finds herself caught between two men: the alluring but dangerous Alaric, and Julian Mercer, the charming solicitor who claims to be investigating the estate's secrets. Julian warns her that Alaric is not to be trusted. Alaric insists Julian is the true manipulator. As Evelyn spirals into obsession, she can't tell which of them is lying-or if they both are. The closer she gets to the truth, the more the estate begins to shift around her. Mirrors show people who aren't there. The silk feels alive against her skin. And every time she wears one of Isadora's gowns, she feels less like herself and more like the woman whose ghost she may be embodying. Is she unraveling a mystery-or being rewritten by it? When a hidden vault is discovered beneath the estate-filled with a final, unfinished gown, and a stitched confession from Isadora herself-Evelyn must make a devastating choice: expose the truth and destroy what's left of the Thorne legacy, or bury it forever to protect a man she may be falling in love with... even if he's guilty. But some secrets refuse to stay dead. And some love stories are written not in ink-but in blood, silk, and silence. --- Whispers Beneath the Silk is a gothic romance for fans of Rebecca, Verity, and Crimson Peak-a story of forbidden love, psychological suspense, and the ways we stitch ourselves into history. Evelyn's journey from forgotten seamstress to the author of her own story will leave readers breathless until the final, shattering reveal. ---