{"id":255697,"date":"2026-07-13T04:34:22","date_gmt":"2026-07-13T01:34:22","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/1kitap1.com\/en\/carved-heather-swell\/"},"modified":"2026-07-13T04:34:22","modified_gmt":"2026-07-13T01:34:22","slug":"carved-heather-swell","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/1kitap1.com\/en\/carved-heather-swell\/","title":{"rendered":"Carved – Heather Swell"},"content":{"rendered":"
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He doesn\u2019t look up when he says, \u201cThe venue is confirmed. O\u2019Connell\u2019s men will handle security. Try not to embarrass the family at your wedding.\u201d My mouth is dry. \u201cYou called me down here to remind me not to embarrass you at the wedding you\u2019re forcing me into?\u201d His jaw tenses. \u201cDon\u2019t mistake that order for choice. You\u2019ll stand where I tell you to stand, smile when I tell you to smile, and by the end of the ceremony you\u2019ll belong to the Irish. The contracts are done.\u201d \u201cContracts.<\/p>\n

Have you ever cared about me at all? Did you care about my mother? I can\u2019t remember her, so I don\u2019t know\u2026\u201d Was he terrible to her always? Or did something turn Amos Caruso into the devil himself? His eyes flash dark at the mention of my mother. At least it evoked some reaction, even if it was hate. It\u2019s more than the indifference I\u2019ve gotten in my life.<\/p>\n

\u201cDon\u2019t be childish, Evangelina. Everything in this life is a transaction. You were simply the most valuable thing I had to offer.\u201d \u201cCareful, that almost sounded like a compliment.\u201d His eyes turn back to his ledger before he speaks again. \u201cYou\u2019re dismissed. Keep your head down until the wedding. I don\u2019t need anyone questioning your whereabouts or intentions this close to the closing of the deal.\u201d I walk out before the tears start and mindlessly make my way to my room. The bed sinks when I lie on it and my silent tears fall on the soft pillow beneath me.<\/p>\n

With a huff and a roll of my eyes at my own self-pity, I think of him. Replay the last kiss. Think of the scabs that are forming over his marks, and the way he looked at me with more want than anyone ever has. I hate how much I miss him. I hate that missing him makes me feel pathetic. The phone buzzes in my pocket. It\u2019s him Stalker: Check your email. My heart stops. No greeting, no explanation. Just that. I suppose he is only doing what I asked.<\/p>\n

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A Note on Carved 1. I\u2019m Such a Liar 2. Stalker? I Barely Know Her 3. Don\u2019t Gag at Dinner 4. Confrontation 5. What Do We Have Here? 6. Useless Warnings 7. Don\u2019t Pray for Forgiveness 8. Full Blown Stalker 9. Sexting Doesn\u2019t Count 10. It\u2019s Only Blood 11. How Fitting 12. Lies Thicker Than Blood 13. Knife at a Gun Fight 14. Everything is a Transaction 15.<\/p>\n

I Get It 16. Fake It \u2018til You Make It 17. I Didn\u2019t Fucking Get It 18. What Now? 19. I Have a Good Reason 20. I Knew It 21. Why Does This Shit Always Happen to Me? 22. Like Real Mad 23. Just Go 24. I\u2019m Losing It 25.<\/p>\n

He Did It Again 26. I\u2019m Not Going Anywhere 27. The Start 28. It\u2019s Only Crazy If You Think About It 29. Give a Mobster a Favor And\u2026 30. I Made It Work Epilogue 1 Epilogue 2 A Note From Heather 1kitap1.com\/en Carved – A Dark Obsessive Romance Verge Club: Book Three \u00a9 2026 Heather Swell All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, stored, or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording, or otherwise, without the prior written permission of the author, except for brief quotations used in reviews or critical articles.<\/p>\n

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are products of the author\u2019s imagination or used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, or persons\u2014living or dead\u2014is purely coincidental. Formatted with Vellum 1kitap1.com\/en WELCOME TO VERGE WHERE LIMITS VANISH AND FANTASIES TAKE SHAPE. Hidden beneath the city, Verge is a members-only pleasure club.<\/p>\n

Within its walls, every desire is curated, watched, guided, and indulged. The club is divided into zones. Each one offers something different. Some come for pain. Some come for power. Some come to surrender. 1kitap1.com\/en CLUB RULES Tonight, you\u2019re in the Kitchen. But no matter the zone, the rules are always the same. Rules 1. Consent is non-negotiable. You can beg. You can cry. But \u201cno\u201d still means no. Safe words are strictly adhered to.<\/p>\n

2. Privacy is sacred. No real names. No phones. No recordings. 3. Respect the band. Every guest and worker wears a color- coded bracelet. 1kitap1.com\/en BRACELET COLOR CODES Your band determines your access. Choose wisely. WHITE = New: First-time guests. Observation only, unless invited. PINK = Limited Play: Light interaction.<\/p>\n

Boundaries discussed. RED = Full Access: All activities within the zone and free use. BLACK = Owned: Claimed. Do not approach. GOLD = Performer. On display. Being watched. Expected to obey in scene. 1kitap1.com\/en A NOTE ON CARVED Check your triggers at the door because anything happening at Verge is wild. This novel is a dark erotica with adult themes.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n

This is a short excerpt from the opening of “” by Unknown, quoted for review and introduction purposes. All rights belong to the copyright holders.<\/em><\/p>\n

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