Sinfully Good Reads

Harley by Belle Harper is a slow-burn Omegaverse masterpiece that had me feral and obsessed. An Omega with a plan, a Pack she was never meant to choose, and a scent match that smells like fate and rebellion? I was hooked.

He was a soldier with a MySpace. I was a feral, blunt little goblin with trauma and zero chill. Now we’re 18 years married, still surviving deployments, infertility, field trainings, toxic trolls—and I still want him to tie me to a tree.

It took years to get diagnosed with PCOS. Years of “just lose weight” and “just relax.” Add infertility, hirsutism, and AuDHD into the mix—and my body felt like it was glitching on every level. I didn’t just grieve what it couldn’t do… I grieved who I thought I was supposed to be. This drawer? It’s hormonal, hairy, heartbreaking—and I’m opening it anyway.

At 14, I just wanted to feel wanted. At 22, I was still chasing connection in all the wrong places. Both times, I was left broken—and silent. But silence doesn’t heal. It festers. Now, I’m opening the drawer I tried to lock forever. This is my truth. Raw, messy, and finally unleashed.