Zaira DuMal

I was done. Done with the lies, the silence, the system that protected powerful men in suits while erasing women like me. There seemed to be no escape. Then something found me in the dark. Lucien isn’t human, though he wears the shape beautifully.

Rose thought she could leverage a secret to her advantage, but when her attempt to blackmail her boss backfires, she finds herself ensnared in a dark web of control and submission.

As a young woman who's seen her fair share of trauma and depravity, Liliana is determined to build a better life for herself. But the freedom she seeks comes at a cost, and survival means surrendering herself to the wants of men.

I thought I was the one exploring the darkness. A little psilocybin. A safe retreat. A harmless dive into my own mind for inspiration. But the mycelium saw deeper than I ever meant it to.

Some desires are better left unfulfilled. I've always been ashamed of my darkest fantasies—especially those involving Elias, the mysterious man from my mycology club with piercing blue eyes. When he invites me to view his private collection, something inside warns me to refuse.

Isaac said I’d been chosen, and I believed him. The Divine revealed itself not in sermons or scripture, but in breath, in bloom, in touch. On the pileus, I shed my shame like a second skin. I was taken. Filled. Worshiped as I worshiped. Every pulse, every binding, every release became a prayer.

When footage of my husband’s affair went viral, everyone had an opinion within hours. His name was on every platform and media source, and so was mine. Suddenly, my private life became public spectacle, and the world watched as my marriage unraveled in real time.