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Villains of Kassel Series by Lydia Michaels – Read Books Online Free Ebooks good best novels to read http://www.ilovenovels.com Fri, 03 Apr 2026 23:14:27 +0000 en-US hourly 1 https://wordpress.org/?v=6.9.4 http://www.ilovenovels.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/09/favicon.png Villains of Kassel Series by Lydia Michaels – Read Books Online Free Ebooks good best novels to read http://www.ilovenovels.com 32 32 Feast of the Fallen (Villains of Kassel #3) Read Online Lydia Michaels http://www.ilovenovels.com/feast-of-the-fallen-villains-of-kassel-3-read-online-lydia-michaels Fri, 03 Apr 2026 23:14:27 +0000 http://www.ilovenovels.com/feast-of-the-fallen-villains-of-kassel-3-read-online-lydia-michaels Genre: Alpha Male, Dark, Virgin Authors: Lydia Michaels Series: Villains of Kassel Series by Lydia Michaels
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Total pages in book: 164
Estimated words: 156728 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 784(@200wpm)___ 627(@250wpm)___ 522(@300wpm)

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“Bestselling author, Lydia Michaels, delivers a dark, billionaire romance with all of The Great Gatsby's champagne charm and The Hunger Games' high stakes, in this deliciously twisted retelling of Jack and the Beanstalk . For readers who like their heroes morally gray, their steam scorching, and their happily-ever-afters dripping with secrets, Feast of the Fallen has it all!”

They call it a game. But games have rules, and mine were written in blood.

I was starving when I applied to The Feast of the Fallen—a twisted hunt where the world’s most elite billionaires pay millions to chase women like me through a gilded labyrinth until dawn.

One million dollars just to play. Two million if I'm caught.

I told myself I'd run, hide, and take the money–unharmed–so I could finally escape the poverty that's been choking me my entire life.

But I didn't count on him.

Jack Thorne, the phantom host, who built an empire from ash and blood, watched from the shadows while men hunted like monsters in a storm of his own creation. But when a reckless guest breaks his rules and goes too far, Jack steps out of the darkness, revealing himself as the most dangerous player of all–one who looks like a savior but will stop at nothing for revenge.

Jack doesn't negotiate with giants. He watches them gorge themselves on power until their true nature spills out. Then he brings the axe.

Billionaire • Hunter/Prey • Touch Her and Die • Possessive MMC • Rags to Riches • Forced Proximity

⚠️ Dark romance with explicit content. Please read responsibly

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Epigraph

A seed doesn’t wonder what it will become. That’s the first mercy.

Small enough to pocket. Small enough to smuggle in a fist. I was once a seed. Traded. Bartered. Owned.

They never predicted what I would become.

Bury a seed and it obeys—at first. Quiet. Patient. But leave it alone too long and it will overtake a kingdom.

It waits, taking only what it needs. Time is a seed’s only possession. Patience is forced as dampness turns to rot, splitting it open in what feels like death.

But a seed doesn’t die. It endures.

It climbs through pressure and darkness, rung by rung, until it breaks free, ever aiming for the sky, until, one day, it towers over all that once buried it like a dirty secret.

Cut it back and it only grows more aggressively. A seed is never just a seed. It is the metamorphosis of time and darkness from which insidious giants are made.

Prologue

A Trade for Magic Beans

London, Twenty-six Years Ago

London fog hid the sun while the wind cut like needles through Jackie’s threadbare clothes. Mum told him to wait while she spoke to the man in the car, so he huddled on the stoop, drawing his knees to his chest as the rats scurried along the cracks in the pavement to an opening in the bricks.

Sometimes the house was colder inside than outside. But not when it rained. When it rained, the air tasted of metal and ash.

Cars didn’t usually come down their street, especially not ones as black or shiny as the one parked at the curb. It must be warm in that car, Jackie thought, watching steam curl from the open window where Mum leaned.

A dog barked in the distance, raw and desperate until it turned hoarse.

Jackie shivered. “Mum⁠—”

Her finger pointed up, signaling silence before extracting a thick envelope from the hand that reached through the car window. She stuffed the item in her pocket as the sleek glass closed.

The car pulled away, red lights shrinking until the mist swallowed them whole.

She didn’t look at him when she turned. Instead, she kept her hands in her pockets and her gaze on the ground. “Come on, Jackie. You need a bath.”

“It’s too cold⁠—”

“No arguments.”

“Who was that?”

“No one.” She still wouldn’t meet his stare.

“What’s in the bag, Mum?”

Her hand pressed down on the bulge she’d tucked safely in her pocket. “Beans, Jackie. Just beans.”

“Magic beans?” he asked, skipping after her.

“I hope.”

When they walked into the building she didn’t touch him. She didn’t brush a hand over his hair or help him with his jacket like she normally did. At age six, he didn’t have a name for the cold weight that settled in his chest that day. His mother’s affection had always been a source of warmth. And the absence of it weighed heavier than hunger.

That was the day Mum’s tears started. Like an endless season of rain, her sadness went on so long, Jackie forgot what summer was like.

After his bath, Jackie shivered under blankets, but the chill wouldn’t leave his bones. Water trickled from the gutters as rain seeped through cracked plaster. He normally lay with Mum on colder nights, but she hadn’t stopped crying, so he left her alone.

The following day, when the church bells tolled, he awoke to his mother standing over him, her expression blank and her eyes flat.

“What’s wrong, Mum?”

She looked through him with that haunted stare. “Put on your blue jacket.”

“Where are we going?”

“Just you. It’s a surprise.” She wiped her eyes, the soft skin below her lashes red and raw. “Somewhere warm with lots of food and toys.”

“Why can’t you come with me?”

She shook her head, her dry, pale lips forming a flat line. “It’s not for mothers.”

Jackie was so hungry, he needed little more than the promise of food to get moving. “Then I’ll bring you something back.”

She blinked rapidly. “Bring yourself back. That’s all I need.”

After dressing, they waited by the door. She gripped his hand, her hold cold and tight as if she were afraid to lose him in a crowd, but no one else was there. Her breath hitched and she crouched before him, tugging his jacket shut.

“Listen to me, Jackie. Be a good boy and do exactly as you’re told, understand?”

“I’m always a good boy, Mum,” he said cheekily, throwing his arms around her neck and squeezing tightly.

“I know you are, baby. I know you are.”

He should have held onto her a little longer.

Chapter One

One Night

Present Day

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Steam wafted from the industrial pressers like breath from a dying animal—hot, damp, carrying traces of whatever had soiled the sheets before Daisy fed them through the machine. Sweat pooled in the hollow of her throat, slid between her breasts, gathered in the creases of her elbows where heat had turned her skin pink and angry.

Eight hours of this. Sometimes ten. Her hands knew the rhythm without her mind’s permission. Lift, feed, press, fold, stack. The familiar song of machinery no longer bothered her ears. She was as deaf to the white noise as she was to her own breathing.

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Gilded Locks (Villains of Kassel #2) Read Online Lydia Michaels http://www.ilovenovels.com/gilded-locks-villains-of-kassel-2-read-online-lydia-michaels Wed, 19 Nov 2025 18:28:16 +0000 http://www.ilovenovels.com/gilded-locks-villains-of-kassel-2-read-online-lydia-michaels Genre: Alpha Male, Dark Authors: Lydia Michaels Series: Villains of Kassel Series by Lydia Michaels
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Total pages in book: 108
Estimated words: 103712 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 519(@200wpm)___ 415(@250wpm)___ 346(@300wpm)

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A Dark Reverse Harem Romance

She broke into the wrong house.
Now, three brutal men will make her pay—with her body, her secrets, and her soul.

When runaway heiress Marigold Calder crashes into the forbidden Isles of Kassel during a blizzard, she's desperate for shelter. The isolated mountain lodge seems like salvation, until she realizes it belongs to The Bears, three massive Russian brothers who own the most exclusive—and dangerous—private men's club in Kassel.

HUNTER – The violent one who takes what he wants🔥
STONE – The cold mastermind who'll break her with a single look🔥
ASH – The deceptively gentle one who's anything but safe🔥

In Kassel, trespassing has a price. And once they catch her sleeping in their bed, eating their food, and wearing their clothes, these territorial predators decide she’s theirs.

Trapped by the storm and their obsession, Marigold discovers a dark connection between their families that turns their hospitality into a hunt for revenge. Now, they won’t just keep her, they’ll ruin her.

A scorching hot, morally grey, billionaire reverse harem featuring possessive anti-heroes, forced proximity, primal dominance, explosive chemistry, and a heroine who refuses to break. This standalone dark romance contains mature themes and explicit scenes that will leave you breathless.

Step into their den... if you dare

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Chapter 1

A Bitter Death

The rope seared through Marigold’s frozen fingers as the boat pitched toward the banks. Ice-glazed planks shrieked their protest beneath the storm’s relentless assault.

Each breath carved glass shards through her lungs, the Arctic air so savage it crystallized her exhales before they could escape her lips.

The choppy water pitched her from one side of the boat to the other as terror pressed down on her like gravity. A frigid blast of ice sprayed forcefully from the waves, followed by a towering surge that rose from the raging surf. It knocked her off her feet the second it crashed into the boat, washing her back like wasted plankton and throwing her about as if she were as inconsequential as an autumn leaf lost in the wind.

She slammed hard into the boat floor, gasping as salt water flooded her lungs, whacking her shoulder against one of the bench seats. Bitter cold water drenched her clothes, turning her bones to brittle ice, pinning her weak limbs to the ground with impressive weight as the world turned over and another wave crashed again.

She was going to die.

Gasping and sputtering, she turned and gripped the rail before she was washed overboard. In the black, obsidian night, beneath the swirl of stars above, she thought she spotted life, but as she desperately tried to wipe the saltwater from her frozen cheeks, she realized the rumors were wrong about the Isles of Kassel. Either that, or she was lost.

This frozen wasteland of jutting obsidian rocks and skeletal trees bore no resemblance to paradise. She must have gone off course.

Her phone died hours ago, around the time her lantern went out and the small craft nearly capsized. She only survived because she held on for dear life, letting the sea swallow the only possessions she had left.

No compass. No map. Not a dry stitch of clothes nor a match to start a fire. Tonight would surely be her last.

She knew death was a possibility when she escaped. She swore she didn’t care if she lived or died, as long as she escaped the hell she’d been living in. But in the face of fear, she questioned her devotion, accepting that she’d massively miscalculated the length of this journey and she was much better suited for travel by limousine or jet.

Another bitter cold wave sloshed into the boat, and Marigold screamed in frustration, hoping her rage might warm her bones. Her fingers were numb and useless as she tried to get the water out of her craft. But she was no match for the wild sea.

Fighting back tears of fury, she shook with hypothermic tremors and finally admitted she was not ready to die. She’d suffered so much. This was her chance to break free and live. Why was life so unkind?

Wind whipped against her drenched, sagging clothes, but no matter how she twisted and turned in the wet rags, there was no escaping the painful onslaught of cold death settling in.

“I hate you!” she raged to everyone who contributed to her suffering.

She screamed at the top of her lungs, only to have her voice give out like a hollow whistle, ravaged from the cold and strain on her body.

Kassel was supposed to be a modern-day Eden—lush emerald jungles thick with orchid-perfumed air and humid promises of sanctuary. Not this merciless tundra where death whispered through every gust of wind.

The stolen invitation crinkled inside the frozen pocket of her stolen coat as she wrestled with numb fingers to secure the boat’s line, the false identity she’d stolen tucked against her thundering heart.

She was now Mary Langford.

Thank god she was smart enough not to keep the paperwork in her bag, or it would have gone overboard with the rest of her belongings. Not that it mattered now. She’d likely freeze to death by dawn and wash onto shore with a stolen identity in her pocket. No one would ever know the truth.

Not that it was a pretty truth. Her life had been good once, but after her mother died, everything went to hell.

Clutching her shivering chest, she closed her eyes, fighting back the threat of another anxiety attack. She couldn’t afford emotions now. If she wanted to live, she needed to focus solely on survival. And Marigold would do anything to survive. Anything.

She branded her new identity into her memory during the last hours of daylight. The deeper she traveled into the sea, the more she accepted she was really getting out, and Marigold Calder was gone.

She read the ID, repeating Mary Langford’s information over and over again, each repetition a prayer she soon knew by heart. Marigold Calder was dead—buried beneath layers of deception and desperation. She was now Mary Langford. Innocent. Safe. Free.

She never expected her half-brother’s hatred to go this far or demand this much from her. But every day brought new challenges, and she’d been forced to run harder and think faster than she ever dreamed herself capable of.

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Hush Darling (Villains of Kassel #1) Read Online Lydia Michaels http://www.ilovenovels.com/hush-darling-villains-of-kassel-1-read-online-lydia-michaels Sun, 12 Oct 2025 20:52:20 +0000 http://www.ilovenovels.com/hush-darling-villains-of-kassel-1-read-online-lydia-michaels Genre: Alpha Male, Contemporary, Dark, Erotic Authors: Lydia Michaels Series: Villains of Kassel Series by Lydia Michaels
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Total pages in book: 76
Estimated words: 72233 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 361(@200wpm)___ 289(@250wpm)___ 241(@300wpm)

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Lose your innocence to one of the wickedest men alive in this DARK and TWISTED Peter Pan retelling by bestselling and award-winning author Lydia Michaels.
Some adventures lead to happily ever afters. Others lead to ruin.

Wendy Darling is desperate to escape the gilded cage of her childhood, but her parents’ obsession with wealth and status has her trapped. Suffocated by their expectations and starved for freedom, she runs off with the duplicitous billionaire Peter Pangbourn to the Never Lands—an exclusive playground for the lawless elite. But once there, Wendy finds herself stranded and at Peter’s mercy—powerless to get home.

When pirates storm the island, Wendy is kidnapped by the cruel and vengeful Captain James Hook. James has waited a lifetime to punish his brother, Peter, and he plans to use Wendy’s innocence to exact his revenge.

Dark secrets are revealed in a battle of wills, and a dangerous obsession ensues between Wendy and her ruthless captor as his dominance is met with stunning surrender. While Hook is determined to dominate and destroy Wendy, she is set on saving his dark soul.

“Fans of Haunting Adeline and Twisted Love will devour this enemies-to-lovers, dark billionaire romance! Hush Darling sizzles with taboo degradation as Wendy, a virgin captive, faces off with one of the most vengeful and villainous pirates alive.”

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Prologue

BOYS AND MONSTERS

James disguised his fear as the police car drove them further away from the only place they had ever called home. Rail thin and hungry, he watched the uniformed officer with a mixture of skepticism and frail trust. He’d seen too much evil in his thirteen years to hold any space for hope. Now that their mother was out of the picture, he presumed they were among the hopeless.

The dilapidated city warehouses that lined the fringe of London’s lowest districts gave way to wide-open highways and foreign bridges he’d never crossed. Sitting beside James, Peter fidgeted, his slight body unable to see past the window as their grey, familiar world faded away.

James reached for his little brother’s small hand, offering silent support as they waited to see where they were taken next—two aimless ships left to float without a rudder or a sail in a rather dark night.

The fresh bruises on Peter’s arms tinged his fair skin a yellowish green. Fresh anger stabbed through James’ gut like a steel blade. He should have done something sooner. He should have protected Peter better. He had a duty to protect his brother that went beyond protecting himself.

James had welts, too, but, at the moment, he felt nothing beyond his fury toward the men who hurt Peter. That, and his worry over what would become of them now.

Turning away from the proof of abuse they survived, James glared out the window. His dark eyes reflected in the glass like two fathomless holes leading them into the unknown future. They could only move forward now because they were never going back there again. Their mother was going away for something called neglect, and the men that hurt Peter, well, James could only hope they eventually got what they deserved.

The radio of the squad car chirped as a static voice squawked from the speakers. According to the faceless voice on the other end, they were heading to Saint Mercy’s Home for Orphaned Boys.

The officer driving the car had not been the one to rescue them. It was a female who found them. She smelled like roses, and her hair was soft like cotton. She told them they were safe. Then the house was swarming with men in uniforms, each wearing a copper badge and carrying a gun.

James had already forgotten the female agent’s face, but he held onto her promise that they would be safe. She said there would be food and clothing and plenty of warm beds for him and Peter. There was a gentleness about her, something the male cops lacked, something James and Peter knew little about but both innately craved.

Peter was too young to understand what was happening but not too old to sense the finality of the day’s events. Even at four, he knew enough to fear the unknown. He’d been hysterical when they pulled Mother away and put her in cuffs. Too young to fully understand, he assumed the men in blue uniforms and copper badges were a threat, so he kicked and screamed when they loaded them into the back of the squad car.

James shut his eyes as the vision replayed. He’d wanted to kick and scream, too, but at thirteen, he was old enough to know that sort of behavior would change nothing. At least now, they would have regular meals, baths, and maybe even stories to help them sleep.

A soft sniffle caught his ear, and he glanced at Peter. His pale blond hair hadn’t been washed in weeks, and there was still blood crusted around his nose.

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