Veiled Calls at Twilight
Release Date: 21st Mar 2025
This is a standalone book.
Trigger Warning Abuse - Alcohol Use Trigger Warning Abuse - Drug Use Trigger Warning Abuse - Emotional Trigger Warning Abuse - Past Trigger Warning Abuse - Physical Trigger Warning Abuse - Sexual (on page) Trigger Warning Abuse Trauma Trigger Warning Blood/Gore Trigger Warning Child Abuse - Violence Trigger Warning Childhood Trauma Trigger Warning Death outside of the Harem Trigger Warning Domestic Violence Trigger Warning Kidnap Trigger Warning PTSD Trigger Warning Rape - off-page Trigger Warning Sexual Asphyxiation Trigger Warning Sexual Assault Trigger Warning Sexual Humiliation Trigger Warning Stockholm Syndrome Trigger Warning Suicide Trigger Warning Torture Trigger Warning Unknown Trigger Warning Violence
Genre Contemporary Kink Anal Kink DP Kink DVP Kink Female Switch Kink Group Sex Kink Male Dom Kink Male Sub Kink Sexual Asphyxiation Kink Sexual Humiliation Kink Toys Kink Voyeurism Burn Medium Heat Level 🔥 🔥 🔥 🔥 🔥 - Explicit/Graphic – hot, hot, hot! Build Medium Build Harem Size Small Harem (FMC & 3 or 4) Trope Forced Proximity Trope Mafia Trope Villains & Anti-Heroes POV Multiple POV Age FMC in their 20s Store Availability Kindle Unlimited Mental Health PTSD Abused Female Abused Male Brothers Dark Foursome Gangs HEA
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Growing up with an unconventional mom was hard. Her days were spent performing romani rituals in the kitchen, with the occasional pointed reminder of my wasted potential. Instead of listening, I would just roll my eyes as I focused on getting my masters in order to build a new life for us.
Then she died.
In an attempt to be a good roma daughter, I went to her grave to send her soul off in the old ways, like she would've wanted.
While singing her soul song, a stunning man with a rich accent and beautifully scrawled tattoos appeared beside me, asking oddly specific questions. Next thing I knew, my body grew limp and his whispered words the last thing I remembered.
We’ll be your family now. The voices told me so.
When I awoke, I was chained to a bed by three psychopaths demanding to know more about my mother's past. Now, there was a new goal—surviving my captors.
Not only was that occupying my mind, but I started having oddly vivid dreams with burning symbols, moody doves, and voices telling me these men, my captors, were mine.
The more I learned about these men, the more my bleeding heart reached out for them, echoing their darkness with my own.
As their fathers demands coiled around us, they had a choice to make. Me or the family. Was our bond enough to save me? Or, in the end, was it all just a dream at twilight?
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