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Nora Hale thought silence was safer. Safer than risking everything. Safer than saying the wrong thing. Safer than choosing… and being chosen. Until the moment she needed to speak the most — and didn’t. Eli Carter was ready to stay. Ready to choose her. But when she couldn’t say the words, he chose to leave instead. Now distance separates them, and life refuses to stand still. While Eli builds a new life away from home, Nora is left with the weight of everything she didn’t say — and the realization that silence doesn’t protect you… it holds you back. So she does something unexpected. She steps forward. She finds her voice. And for the first time, she chooses herself. But when two people grow apart… what happens when they finally meet again?

Sold into slavery and trapped in the brutal underworld of London, Livia Valenti is placed on the auction block to be sold to the highest bidder. She makes a desperate choice—to place her fate in the hands of the man who caught her stealing. She does not know his name. She does not know his power. She does not know that he is the king. King Henry rules a great kingdom but nothing has unsettled him quite like the pretty, witty thief he met in a crowded market. A mystery. A temptation he cannot ignore. As their worlds collide in secrecy and desire, Livia is pulled from chains into a life far more dangerous than she could have imagined, far more dangerous than slavery itself. One truth defines their love; A king can have any woman but he cannot marry a slave.

After a simple extraction mission, Kenneth makes a dire mistake that wipes out his entire team. Left alone and bleeding out, Kenneth has no choice but to pray to a higher being in hopes of getting a second chance at life. Luckily for him, his prayers are answered as he finds himself in the body of a man who has the same name as him! Now, faced with a strange world he is unfamiliar with, all he can do is follow the previous owners' wishes to enter the infamous military academy Toleran and become a renowned Anchor. The problem is finding a Striker to pair with. In comes Lucien Saint-James, the captain of the third division and a high-class Striker with whom he has the highest compatibility. The problem is, whenever Lucien is around, he gets this uncontrollable urge to bring him to his knees, not to mention that he doesn’t care for his arrogant attitude either. Now, Kenneth faces a dilemma. If he ever hopes to make it out of this academy alive and realize the dreams of the original Kenneth, he will have to suck up his pride and learn to hide his urges if he wants to make it out in one piece. Oh, and did he mention he had to deal with monsters and mystical beasts too?! ****************************************** Excerpt: “Kiss me.” Kenneth blinked. “What—“ “You heard me. Do it. Now.” Anger flashed in his eyes yet his body moved before his brain could tell him to stop. He reached for the Striker and their lips met. Kenneth poured his energy into Lucien, filling the barren pit inside his mind, giving him enough juice to keep going. The two pulled away, and Lucien’s steely eyes met his, holding him in place. “You always look like you hate anchoring me, but then you get that blissful look on your face that screams ‘I want more’. It’s cute.” Kenneth felt an unbearable urge to slap the smug smile off his face. But since now wasn’t the time to commit acts of violence against his pair. He held himself back. He would deal with him properly later. “Eat shit, captain.” Was all he said before sending him off. ****** A guideverse story with a little twist, hot and cold romance with a whole lot of slow burn (emphasis on burn because the MC refuses to admit his feelings, the stubborn fool).

“No… do you really know that music can express what words cannot? That behind every note, every chord, every silence, there are emotions even the most honest conversations cannot reach? My name is Lucy. I am a guitarist and singer, and music is my truest language. With Mathieu and Lisa, my best friend and former companion, we form a trio capable of everything: from electric rock to pop rhythms, from acoustic ballads to afro-electro sounds. Every piece we play reflects our joys, our sorrows, our secrets, and our dreams. But music doesn’t just reveal our emotions: it also uncovers what we fear to say aloud. Between laughter and tears, between awkwardness and complicity, every rehearsal, every concert, and every contest becomes a confession, a challenge, and a moment of truth. Throughout our journey, you will discover our wounds, our friendships, our fragile dreams, and our secret loves. You will hear what we never dared to speak, but what we sing through every chord, every note, every lyric.

Andrea Paisley has carried scars long before anyone could see them. From the age of six, school was never a safe place. Classmates mocked her, calling her ugly, a monkey, and worse. A strict teacher seemed to hate her for reasons she never understood, turning every school day into something she had to survive rather than live. Years of bullying slowly carved deep wounds into Andrea’s heart, leaving her angry, guarded, and struggling with her mental health. But through the chaos of elementary school, there was one person she could never fully hate. Matthew Neyman. They argued, spread rumors about each other, and clashed constantly—but sometimes, in rare quiet moments, they helped each other. Matthew became Andrea’s first crush, even if their relationship was built more on conflict than kindness. By the time school ended, Andrea tried to bury those feelings and forget him completely… even though part of her never really could. High school is supposed to be a fresh start. Instead, Andrea finds herself facing new battles. Samuel Daňko, her sharp-tongued classmate, seems to hate everything about her—calling her aggressive, cringe, and impossible to deal with. Yet the more they clash, the more complicated their relationship becomes. Then there’s Tom Čonka, the quiet boy she secretly finds attractive. He barely speaks to her, always distant, always out of reach. And the worst part? Matthew, Samuel, and Tom all already have girlfriends. Matthew is dating Vanessa Příhodová, a girl who seems to have everything Andrea never did—beauty, confidence, and love. Andrea begins to believe she’s cursed. Every time she meets someone new at a party in the city and lets herself hope for a moment, the next day reality crushes her again. Love always seems to belong to someone else. But as old memories resurface and new conflicts ignite, Andrea must face the truth about her past, her scars, and the fragile hope that maybe—just maybe—someone out there could still see her heart beneath the pain. Because sometimes the deepest scars are the ones that lead you to the person who understands them.

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She thought she controlled the game. That her memory loss, her act, could show her the truth. But the moment reality hit, it didn’t whisper it shattered her chest, slammed her heart into pieces she didn’t know could break. The people she trusted, the ones she loved, weren’t what she thought. Ethan, the man she gave everything to, laughed silently with Lillian, his eyes warm with someone else’s affection. Her best friend, the one she relied on, became part of the joke she never agreed to play. And the most cruel twist he handed her over to a stranger she didn’t know, someone who should have been nothing to her, yet now held her fate in his hands. Her body trembled. Her hands shook. She wanted to scream, to demand answers, to collapse, but the world demanded she stay upright, stay silent, stay alive in a story that had become more pain than she could bear. The betrayal was sharp, cutting deeper than she imagined possible. Every heartbeat reminded her: the life she thought she had was a lie, every smile she shared, every choice she made it had been a stage for someone else’s cruel design. And in that moment, she realized she could no longer pretend. The mask had slipped. The pain was real. And the game whatever it had been before was now survival.

Eloise’s hand trembled as Damien closed the distance between them. “You know too much,” he said, his voice low yet threatening. “Then give me reason to keep your secret,” Eloise replied, her chin lifting with defiance. She had nothing to lose now with her father gone. Damien’s gaze softened, just enough to keep her confidence alive. “Be mine, Eloise. Only then will both our futures remain intact,” he accepted the proposal. *** Upon her bedridden father’s request, Eloise Wilkins travels to town to stay with her uncle’s family for the season. Whilst Elosie enjoys her stay, she is unaware of her uncle’s plans to steal the money her father has set aside for her to inherit after his death. One fateful night at a ball brings a shocking revelation about her father’s death, and the culprit behind it is someone she least expected. Before her uncle seals her fate, Eloise stumbles into a childhood friend whom she proposes to using a secret he needs to remain hidden to force him accept her offer. With the help of her new husband, could Eloise expose the truth behind her father’s death? … After a reunion with his childhood love, Damien Hawthorne does the unexpected and gets married to the ever-so-cheerful Eloise Wilkins. Damien uses his power to help Eloise expose her family’s deeds and reclaim what belongs to her. Given a second chance with Eloise, Damien doesn’t intend to let her slip between his fingers again.

In the village of Oakhaven, you held your heart with your hands. Everyone carries a flickering candle, a tiny, glowing heartbeat held in a glass lantern. Eira’s light is steady, a cheerful lemon-yellow flame that matches her quiet, uncomplicated life. But at the edge of the village, there was a raging river that never froze in winter. To the rest of the village, it was the place where the lights went out. However, to Eira, it was different. The river felt like the only place in the world where she would feel free. Where she would find answers. The river wasn't the only one the village kept at a distance. There was a boy named Soren, whose presence felt like a draft in a sealed room. People whispered that his wick was black because his heart was charred. While other children boasted about their flames of vibrant scarlet and gold, Soren's lantern held a cold, violet light that looked like it would go out in an instant. Yet, as Eira uncovers the pieces of Soren's past, she realizes his fire isn't dying because he is bad, but because he’s been left out alone in the rain for too long.

Tiana was not hard to love. She was patient. Loyal. Soft in all the places that mattered. Joshua mistook that softness for permanence. Their love began in the barracks—hidden, intense, and full of promises whispered in the dark. He was her first. Her trust. Her almost. But while Tiana waited, Joshua learned how easily love could be divided. When silence replaces affection and attention comes only with need, Tiana begins to fade—until she chooses herself instead. At the university, new paths collide. Stephen, a former friend turned quiet witness, refuses to stay complicit in another man’s cruelty. Dare, observant and steady, sees Tiana not as something to win—but someone to respect. And Nadia, beautiful and calculating, is a lady with a big heart who just wants to love. As secrets unravel and power shifts, Joshua discovers too late that control is not love, and waiting is not weakness. Because sometimes, healing doesn’t come from being chosen again. It comes from walking away—and beginning almost anew.

I thought accepting his friend request was harmless. I never imagined he’d make me believe in love, only to leave me questioning everything. One heartbreak. One boy I should have never fallen for.

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Warning: Only read, if you have a real appetite for the dark. It’s been six years since Danny and Rain last saw each other. Six years since best friends blurred into almost lovers. Since childhood affection ignited into something reckless, consuming, impossible to name. Then after one glorious night, Danny disappeared. No explanation. No goodbye. Just absence and the wreckage he left behind. Rain rebuilt herself on distance and control, convincing herself the spark had finally burned out. She was wrong. Now Danny is back. Harder. Colder. Hotter. Carrying a past he refuses to explain and a violence that clings to him like a second skin. The boy she loved, the boy who cooked for her is gone , replaced by a man tangled in blood, secrets, and enemies who don’t stay buried. Rain doesn’t just cross paths with him again. She’s pulled into his world. A world of ritualistic killings, whispered threats and blood-curdling violence. Every step closer to Danny drags her further from the life she fought to build , and deeper into a fire she knows will change everything. Their connection reignites fast and furious, desire burning like wildfire. But love isn’t enough to save them from what’s coming. The spark between them was never extinguished. It was only buried. And now it’s about to set everything ablaze. Will the fire consume them both , or will they survive loving each other in a world built to tear them apart? Guaranteed HEA and toe-curling smut;) Excerpt: “ Do you not want me?" I whisper, the question trembling right against his lips. His jaw tightens. His eyes darken. "You don't understand how much I want you," his voice comes out raspy. "How much I want from you." My pulse stumbles. "Then what's stopping you?" I breathe, pushing my chest forward without thinking, nipples tightening under the cool air, awareness pulsing through me. "I'm a greedy man, Rain." He holds my gaze. There's heat there. But there's fear too , both in equal measure. "I will take everything out of you. Everything." His voice carries a dark unmistakable hunger. His hands slide lower, deliberate and possessive. His fingers squeeze my ass hard, then settle there, pulling me closer into the hard line of his hips. "Everything. Until the only thing that remains in you is me." The words land low inside me, hot, aching. My sex throbs in answer, needy, traitorous. "And I will let you," I tell him, voice steady, eyes locked on his. "Only if I get to do the same to you." Silence stretches. His breath skims my cheek. His fingers tightening and then gone. Something flickers across his face hunger, and something I can't begin to understand. And then he looks down in defeat, knowing that he cannot give me what I want. Something fragile cracks between us. Whatever this is looms between us, darkening every moment , a shadow neither of us will name, stretching and stretching until it's all I can feel Contains intense slow-burn heat, emotional angst, and consensual light BDSM. "I'm going to do something," he says, voice low, deliberate, "And I need you to trust me. Do you trust me, Rain?" My mind is drifting somewhere far away — hazy, floating — but my body knows the answer instinctively. Yes. Yes. Yes. I nod slowly. "Yes." "Good," he murmurs against my warm skin. He kisses both my knees one last time, then pushes them up, pinning them tightly against my chest, spreading me completely open for him. Like I'm offering myself to him. His hand slides down, rubbing my pussy in slow, deliberate circles, like he's learning every response and cataloging it . He looks at me — really looks — eyes dark, hungry, ruined. "I'm going to spank you right here," he says, still stroking, like he's soothing me into obedience. "Right where you're swollen for me." All I can do is shiver. "You're going to count," he continues, calm and merciless. "Five."

“Fuck you” Ava cursed as she tried to pry his hands off her, she could feel the heat on her cheeks as her body began to loose strength. “I have no problem with that Ava, but unless you are in the mood to stuff my cock in your mouth or in that pretty tight cunt of yours then I suggest you quit acting like a brat” He growled with an evil smirk on his lips before pressing his lips against hers

Han Seo-yeon has spent her entire life believing she understood who she was—a responsible daughter, a protective sister, and an ordinary woman trying to survive a world ruled by power and wealth. But everything changes the moment she uncovers a secret her father died trying to protect. A hidden chamber. A mysterious file. And a single truth that shatters everything: She is not who she thinks she is. Dragged into a dangerous web of corporate power, buried conspiracies, and enemies lurking in the shadows, Seo-yeon finds herself at the center of a secret far bigger than her family. The deeper she digs, the more she realizes that her existence was never ordinary—it was planned. By her side is Kang Ji-hoon, a cold and calculating billionaire CEO who trusts no one… until her. As truths unravel and danger closes in, their fragile alliance begins to blur into something far more complicated—something neither of them can afford. But secrets come with a price. And some truths are powerful enough to destroy everything. As hidden enemies emerge and the past refuses to stay buried, Seo-yeon must face the ultimate question: If her life was built on lies… then who is she really?

Seraphina Delaire believes words are power. Nathaniel Clarke believes precision is control. They've been academic rivals since childhood - sharp-tongued, competitive, and far too familiar with each other's weaknesses. She argues in paragraphs. He responds in bullet points. She escalates. He calculates. In college, a forced research partnership reunites them once again - and a bureaucratic error turns that partnership into something legally binding. Married by paperwork and stuck waiting for an annulment, Sera and Nate must navigate gossip, family expectations, and the absurdity of pretending to be a functioning couple. The problem? Pretending is easy. Because no one knows Sera like Nate does. And no one sees through Nate like Sera can. As old rivalries blur into something far more dangerous, they're forced to confront a question neither of them is prepared to answer: What if this mistake was never accidental at all?

Naira Rathore is the perfect student—intelligent, disciplined, and the strict class monitor who believes in rules above everything. As the topper of her class, she keeps her distance from distractions… especially backbenchers. Kartik Malhotra is her complete opposite. A brilliant yet carefree boy who prefers the backbench, he avoids people—especially girls. But when he transfers to her school in Class 5, everything begins to change. For reasons he doesn’t understand, Kartik finds himself drawn to Naira—the one person he can’t ignore. While Naira sees him as nothing more than a rule-breaker, his silent presence slowly starts affecting her too. From small moments and silent glances, a beautiful yet unspoken bond begins to grow between them. But just when their story is about to take a turn… fate separates them. After Class 8, Naira leaves the school due to her father’s transfer, leaving behind unanswered feelings and unspoken words.

Some people forget. Others never had the chance to be remembered. Evica lives her life without realizing someone has been watching her all along. Quiet. Patient. Unseen. Rex has waited for years. Since the day she saved him… Since the moment she became the only thing that mattered. But she doesn’t remember him. Not his face. Not his past. Only someone else stands beside her now— someone who keeps getting in the way. And Rex doesn’t like obstacles. Because some things aren’t meant to be shared. And some people… are meant to be watched.

Nothing ever happens in Viktor’s apartment. And that’s exactly why she keeps coming back. Every evening, Lilith walks in without knocking. Every evening, Viktor doesn’t ask her to stay. They talk. About random things. About other people. About nothing important. And somehow, every conversation gets too close to something neither of them is willing to name. She still hasn’t let go. He already has. And between them, there’s something worse than love — understanding.

I watched as Dad looked at me with some kind of angered expression, as usual he believes her.  " Fiona, how many times do i have to tell you to have some respect for my wife? Whether you like it or not she's now your mother. Is this a way to treat your mother"?  "She can never be my mother, she doesn't even have the qualities of being a mother. Why do you always side with her? Can't you see the way she's treating me"?  "Enough Fiona"!!! "You promised mom that you'd always love me and take care of me, but I'm a slave in my own father's house"!! "Hey, don't try to manipulate my husband, what you did was wrong and you expect me not to caution you? Go to your room" I just watched as Dad expression fell, she was manipulating him and turning him against his own daughter.  "You heard her Fiona, go to your room".