firstlove

Six months. One office. One desire neither expected.

You cant run your fate when you are all twisted in it... A story about Aron, Miya, and Max .... Aron was known for his striking looks and his cold indifference. That balance breaks when Max, a kind and endlessly helpfu transfer student. enters his school. Max was evervthing Aror wasn't, Always smiling, alwavs surrounded by friends. creating warmth wherever he went. Aron found him irritating... yet impossible to ignore. But fate wasn't done with Aron yet.. When he saw Miva for the first time, his carefully built walls cracked. With her striking blue eyes, she captivated hin instantly. what twist will their fate take ahead..... Some hearts are guarded. Some souls are divided. And some fates are destined to twist.

She was never supposed to be the bride. At nineteen, Leah Anderson is forced to take her sister’s place in a deal meant to repay a powerful family favor. What begins as a blind date turns into a temporary arrangement—and a marriage she never agreed to. Magnus Wilson is calm, reserved, and controlled—a billionaire heir weighed down by family expectations and a past he hasn’t let go of. He is honest from the beginning: he cannot offer Leah love. This marriage, for him, is duty. Bound by obligation, Leah enters a union built on honesty but lacking affection. Yet as she grows closer to Magnus’s young son, Jeremiah, and begins to see the gentler sides of the man behind the walls, her resolve starts to falter. But in a union built on duty, the most dangerous thing of all is falling in love. What happens when love refuses to stay away?

Liang Zhiyuan, the youngest CEO of the powerful Liang Group, has always lived a life of luxury but also of loneliness. Raised by the loyal family maid, Zhao Meilin, after his father’s tragic death, Zhiyuan grew up surrounded by wealth, yet haunted by questions about his own origins. Who truly gave birth to him? Why does a part of his life feel like a carefully hidden puzzle? As he prepares for a strategic marriage to strengthen his company, a series of mysterious accidents begins to shadow him, threatening everything he’s built. In the midst of chaos, Zhiyuan crosses paths with Chen Yichen, a skilled and enigmatic man who saves him during a near-fatal incident. Yichen’s unwavering dedication and quiet strength slowly draw Zhiyuan in, forcing him to confront emotions he never allowed himself to feel. Together, they navigate a world of hidden loyalties, subtle betrayals, and secrets that stretch across generations. Amid the pressures of corporate power plays and the search for the truth about his own past, Zhiyuan discovers that love can bloom even in the most unexpected places—and that some bonds are stronger than any danger. A story of family, mystery, and forbidden love, where every secret uncovered brings Zhiyuan closer to the truth…and perhaps closer to Yichen than he ever imagined.

The future of mankind rests in Noe's hands. Having faced brutal bullying throughout his life, Noe is sent to a boarding school where his luck takes a sudden turn for the fantastical. Planet Earth, 2075. Humanity is hanging by a thread after World War Three rendered the globe inhabitable. With the introduction of angels, demons and realms unknown, will Noe play a hand in saving humanity or let the humans that mistreated him burn beneath his flames? To destroy the World or save it? That is the question. Excerpt: Like a demon of destruction, Noe snaps. His vision blurs and dissipates, scattered like glass beads across cement. When he comes to, he is no longer watching the scene but is at its epicenter, soaking in a pool of purple blood, maroon cadavers strewn across the ground. Every centimeter of the hall is covered in gore - except for Mr. Henderson, whose eyes, wide-blown in astonishment... and horror, are captivated by Noe's neck. Looking down at himself, Noe sees thousands of black feathers have sprouted out from his own flesh. They tingle at the root and shudder as he breathes, as if leaves clinging to a tree in winter. Blood coats his every morsel. Springing his now grey fingertips onto his neck, Noe perceives what feels like the head of a purple hyacinth wrapped around it, its ribbon-like strands interlocking and jetting as if growing from his voice box. Touching his face, porcelain-smooth, painted by blood, marble skin appears unbreakable. It was all for first love. —- Discord: SEP1A#9769 Cover Art: raazu692 | Fiverr

Six confessions. Six public rejections. Seo Jiah is done being the school’s favorite joke. She’s ready to bury her feelings and move on—until she’s forced into the orbit of the one person she can’t stand: Yu Enhyeok. He’s the “Iceberg” of the elite class—her academic rival, her quiet seatmate, and a man who treats words like they cost money. They don’t talk; they collide. But between forced study sessions and rain-drenched nights, Jiah realizes the cold Yu Enhyeok has a secret warmth she was never supposed to feel. Then, life tears them apart. Ten years later, the seatmate is gone. In his place stands a ruthless CEO with a heart of stone and a memory like a steel trap. Jiah is no longer the girl chasing a boy; she’s an employee under his thumb. And Enhyeok? He isn’t interested in academic rivalry anymore. He’s interested in a debt that’s ten years overdue. “You ran away once, Jiah. Don’t think I’ll let you do it again.” [School Romance → Office Romance | CEO Romance | Enemies-to-Lovers | Slow Burn]

Three years ago, Vincent's world fell apart when his soulmate, Majori, cruelly rejected him in front of everyone, choosing another man—his best friend, Brian. Heartbroken and confused, Vincent watched as the love of his life walked away, seemingly severing every bond between them. Now, Vincent has risen to power as the formidable Lycan King of the Blue Moon Pack, leaving his tragic past behind or so he thought. Fate intervenes when he finds Majori once again, this time bloodied and broken, being hunted by a rogue pack. Torn between vengeance and the flicker of hope he dares not acknowledge, Vincent rescues her, only to imprison her in his own kingdom. But Majori is not the same carefree, mischievous girl he once knew. Hiding a dark secret that kept her away, she has suffered in silence, bearing the scars of a brutal past. As the tension between them rekindles the embers of their shattered bond, a web of lies, betrayal, and dangerous power struggles threatens to destroy them both. With old enemies closing in and Brian emerging as a formidable threat, Vincent must confront not only the truth about his mate but also his own tortured heart. As Majori’s health deteriorates and the stakes escalate, Vincent faces an impossible choice: let go of the past and fight for their future, or lose Majori forever. Yet, the biggest secret of all, the one Majori has been hiding for years could turn Vincent’s entire world upside down and change the fate of the packs forever. In a battle for love, power, and survival, can Vincent and Majori overcome their painful past or will the flames of betrayal consume them both? Update schedule: 7 chapters per week, but with no fixed days. ... Umee: Hi there! First of all, thank you for the interest and for the enthusiasm. Truly. Every time I open my comments and see new invitations to add Discord, buy promotion packages, commission comic adaptations, or “have a quick chat,” I’m reminded that my story has somehow wandered into a very busy marketplace. That said, I should probably set expectations gently before anyone invests too much energy. I’m not looking for promotion services, paid advertising or commissioned artwork. Not because they’re bad ideas, just because they’re not ideas I currently need. I don’t have the budget, the urgency or the illusion that my story is secretly one step away from becoming the next global phenomenon. I’m very aware of where my work stands. It’s doing okay. Respectably okay. Not “adapt-everything-immediately” okay. My passion for writing exists but it hasn’t reached the stage where common sense quietly exits the room. I promise I’m not underestimating myself, I’m simply being realistic, which is a personality trait I’ve grown quite attached to. Another small but important thing: I’m not really interested in chatting, exchanging ideas, networking, or building creative alliances in private messages. I write best when left alone. I think best when no one is pitching anything to me. And I function best when my inbox is not screaming for attention. So if I don’t reply, please know it’s not personal, it’s just me choosing silence over small talk. That being said, if you’re genuinely curious about me rather than what I can potentially become or produce, if you want to see my everyday life, random thoughts, quiet moments and the unmarketable parts of my existence, I do have my Instagram linked in my bio. You’re welcome to follow it. No proposals required. No introductions needed. Just observation, at your own pace. I truly wish you the best with your creative work, your art, your promotions, and your ambitions. Creating something and trying to get it seen is hard, I respect that deeply. I just prefer to walk my path slowly, quietly, and without turning every interaction into a business opportunity. Thank you for understanding, for stopping by, and for letting me return peacefully to my writing corner, where the only thing I’m selling is words.

Mei and Otis once loved each other during the most innocent years of their youth, only to break up in the middle of a heavy storm, leaving countless words unspoken. Years later, fate forces them quite unwillingly to become… roommates. A girl who’s cold on the outside but warm on the inside, sharp-tongued yet soft-hearted; A guy who’s rough around the edges but deeply loyal... The two of them crash back into each other’s lives amid hectic summer days, torrential rain, and the smallest moments of daily life. She says she doesn’t like him anymore. He says he’s long forgotten their past. But neither of them has ever changed their phone wallpaper, their old habits remain, and every time they face each other, their hearts skip a beat. From petty arguments, endless teasing, to sudden moments of quiet tenderness— there is still something between them that hasn’t ended. A storm arrives, dragging up all the feelings they buried. A silly blue penguin raincoat. A late-night phone call. And a truth both of them stubbornly refuse to say aloud: “I still like you.” A gentle, humorous, heart-achingly sweet urban romance about two people who once lost each other and slowly learn how to find their way back to each other’s hearts. ... Umee say that: Hi there! First of all, thank you for the interest and for the enthusiasm. Truly. Every time I open my comments and see new invitations to add Discord, buy promotion packages, commission comic adaptations, or “have a quick chat,” I’m reminded that my story has somehow wandered into a very busy marketplace. That said, I should probably set expectations gently before anyone invests too much energy. I’m not looking for promotion services, paid advertising or commissioned artwork. Not because they’re bad ideas, just because they’re not ideas I currently need. I don’t have the budget, the urgency or the illusion that my story is secretly one step away from becoming the next global phenomenon. I’m very aware of where my work stands. It’s doing okay. Respectably okay. Not “adapt-everything-immediately” okay. My passion for writing exists but it hasn’t reached the stage where common sense quietly exits the room. I promise I’m not underestimating myself, I’m simply being realistic, which is a personality trait I’ve grown quite attached to. Another small but important thing: I’m not really interested in chatting, exchanging ideas, networking, or building creative alliances in private messages. I write best when left alone. I think best when no one is pitching anything to me. And I function best when my inbox is not screaming for attention. So if I don’t reply, please know it’s not personal, it’s just me choosing silence over small talk. That being said, if you’re genuinely curious about me rather than what I can potentially become or produce, if you want to see my everyday life, random thoughts, quiet moments and the unmarketable parts of my existence, I do have my Instagram linked in my bio. You’re welcome to follow it. No proposals required. No introductions needed. Just observation, at your own pace. I truly wish you the best with your creative work, your art, your promotions, and your ambitions. Creating something and trying to get it seen is hard, I respect that deeply. I just prefer to walk my path slowly, quietly, and without turning every interaction into a business opportunity. Thank you for understanding, for stopping by, and for letting me return peacefully to my writing corner, where the only thing I’m selling is words.

She was never meant to love. She only to guide souls home. An angel with no memory of her human life, she walks quietly among the living, drawn to beauty, kindness, and the fragile hearts of abandoned animals. Love was never part of her destiny until she met him. He is a painter with gentle hands and a heart too large for the world he lives in. He rescues what others leave behind, believing that as long as something is loved, it can still be saved. Their worlds were never meant to touch. Yet love found them anyway, soft, silent, and irreversible. As his life begins to fade, she breaks every rule heaven ever gave her, choosing to stay, to love, to grieve like a human. She learns too late that even angels cannot bargain with time. But some loves do not end with death. In heaven, where lost souls finally rest, they meet again, not as an angel and a dying man, but as two hearts that found each other through kindness, devotion, and a love that refused to disappear. Because when you love all living things deeply enough, love will always find its way back to you. (Do you still remember the COVID-19 tragedy? And yet, five years have already passed. It may sound as though it has nothing to do with my book, but strangely enough, this story was inspired by that very event, or more precisely, by one of the moments from those painful years that brought me to tears. At the time, I was only sixteen or seventeen, an age still too young to accomplish anything truly significant. By that, I mean writing a story good enough to convey what I wanted to convey, to hide metaphors where they belonged, while still remaining dramatic and creative. So please, don’t expect too much from this book, because it was written and completed during that period of my life. That winter, a working-class couple in Ho Chi Minh City, where the pandemic was at its most severe were forced to return to their hometown because they could no longer survive in the city. They traveled by motorbike, carrying all of their dogs and cats with them, refusing to leave any behind. I cried the moment I saw that image. Not long after, another incident occurred, one that filled me with anger. A couple broke up and in the aftermath, they cruelly ended the life of the cat they had raised together. Those two events were recreated in this story and became the opening incidents that set in motion the fateful bond between the male and female leads. I have thought many times about revising this book, but in the end, I chose not to. (I won’t say it was because I was lazy.) The truth is I wanted to preserve its essence, the thoughts, emotions, and rawness of my sixteen-year-old self, the most unpolished version of my writing. This will not be my best work. But it is the first book I ever completed. The first one that made me cry when I finished writing it. It carries my humanity, my soul, and the handwriting of who I was at sixteen. The story is gentle, there is no overwhelming drama, no explosive twists. But I hope, in its quiet way, it will find its way into your heart.)

He came to Earth wearing another man’s name. Wounded, hunted, and unable to return home, he hid inside a borrowed uniform and a fragile lie. She saved his life without knowing who he truly was and in doing so, changed the fate of two worlds. She believed he was a soldier. He knew she was his destined bond. Between quiet conversations, shared silences, and truths left unspoken, love grew where it was never meant to exist. He listened to her heartbeat and learned what peace felt like. She trusted the man behind the uniform, unaware that loving him meant standing on the wrong side of the sky. When war began to reach for her, he was forced to choose between the world that created him and the woman who taught him how to stay. Because some loves are written into gravity itself. And even across stolen names, broken loyalties, and falling stars, the heart always remembers where it belongs. ... Umee: Hi there! First of all, thank you for the interest and for the enthusiasm. Truly. Every time I open my comments and see new invitations to add Discord, buy promotion packages, commission comic adaptations, or “have a quick chat,” I’m reminded that my story has somehow wandered into a very busy marketplace. That said, I should probably set expectations gently before anyone invests too much energy. I’m not looking for promotion services, paid advertising or commissioned artwork. Not because they’re bad ideas, just because they’re not ideas I currently need. I don’t have the budget, the urgency or the illusion that my story is secretly one step away from becoming the next global phenomenon. I’m very aware of where my work stands. It’s doing okay. Respectably okay. Not “adapt-everything-immediately” okay. My passion for writing exists but it hasn’t reached the stage where common sense quietly exits the room. I promise I’m not underestimating myself, I’m simply being realistic, which is a personality trait I’ve grown quite attached to. Another small but important thing: I’m not really interested in chatting, exchanging ideas, networking, or building creative alliances in private messages. I write best when left alone. I think best when no one is pitching anything to me. And I function best when my inbox is not screaming for attention. So if I don’t reply, please know it’s not personal, it’s just me choosing silence over small talk. That being said, if you’re genuinely curious about me rather than what I can potentially become or produce, if you want to see my everyday life, random thoughts, quiet moments and the unmarketable parts of my existence, I do have my Instagram linked in my bio. You’re welcome to follow it. No proposals required. No introductions needed. Just observation, at your own pace. I truly wish you the best with your creative work, your art, your promotions, and your ambitions. Creating something and trying to get it seen is hard, I respect that deeply. I just prefer to walk my path slowly, quietly, and without turning every interaction into a business opportunity. Thank you for understanding, for stopping by, and for letting me return peacefully to my writing corner, where the only thing I’m selling is words.

Michelle Lui, a married woman in her 30s, woke up in her old bedroom only to find out that she was back to June 2006. Her first day in college. First thing she thought of doing? Well, not exactly the first but amongst other things. Anyway, back in her 18 year old body, she decided to go find her future husband and get him to become her campus boyfriend. Only to discover that her future husband was not who she thought he was. Now add to the mix, the nation’s husband, and her ‘the one who got away’. — With the butterfly effect, will the future Michelle originally had still be the same? Will she still marry the same man? Will her family still suffer the same fate? Only one way to find out! Hop in and join Michelle as she traverse through time! ~~~And yes, this means time for some toki doki romance! ~~~ Get ready for a trip down to memory lane. College life at its finest! The start focus mostly on Michelle’s thoughts but later starting the party things get awesome. We’ll get lots of fun. Imagine college party, friendship, outings, and so much more! — This novel POV shifts between first and 3rd.

Emily spent the last three years dying slowly in hospital beds, her brilliant silver tongue trapped in a body that didn't work. Her only escape? A spicy life sim called Queen of Hearts. One day, on New Year's, Emily dies as she gears up for another playthrough. But death, it turns out, is only temporary. She wakes up reborn inside Queen of Hearts, as her player character! Except this time, she isn’t clicking options on a screen. This time, she is Aegis Starcaller, a commoner nobody with silver hair, purple eyes, and a body that can finally move… and real, tangible ladies to seduce. Armed with copious amounts of meta-knowledge and a divine fertility blessing that makes every conquered love interest feed her magical power, Aegis sets her sights on Rosevale Academy, where she will build the life she never got to have on Earth. ... And seduce everyone she can, while she's at it. --- Yuri / Futanari harem story with a Futa MC! | Isekai Power Fantasy | Rags-To-Riches | Updates Daily!

It's my story how I met her and how I became her very first boyfriend (⁠≧⁠▽⁠≦⁠)(⁠◕⁠ᴗ⁠◕⁠✿⁠)

The Twin Roses’ Love Triangle In the heart of ancient Chang’an, two sisters, one man, and a single spark that will change everything. Shen Yao: gentle, tender, and pure of heart. Shen Lian: bold, ambitious, and dangerous. Lu Zhen: the man whose gaze ignites desire, rivalry, and forbidden emotions. A love triangle forms beneath the glow of red lanterns. Hearts will be tested, secrets revealed, and one sister will step into darkness… Will love survive ambition? Or will jealousy tear them apart?

Warning; This isn't a smut book, but has a few explicit chapters. Explicit chapters appears when necessary and are strictly rated 18. If you're not a fan of explicit book, don't worry; you can skip the explicit scenes. I always make known chapters that have explicit chapters. Your satisfaction is my priority. 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".

Kent was your typical caring teacher, concerned for his student's well-being, and one student in particular has got him worried over her solitude at school. Aisha on the other hand, is just a quiet student that wants nothing but to read her favorite comic's and write fanfics. Their rather mundane lives got interesting as their paths intertwined, wherever will this encounter take them?

╭──────༺♡༻──────╮ “What happened to ‘Yes, Your Highness’?” A cold voice asked. “What happened to your dignity as a prince?” Elias shot back in anger. He knew he was being unreasonable but he had to be. That was too close. The prince’s hand moved faster than sight. He hooked two fingers under Elias’s chin and jerked him forward. Elias felt the heat crawl up his neck. His face went traitorously red. Their breath mingled. Up close, the prince looked like a predator. A pretty handsome one. ╰──────༺♡༻──────╯ In the halls of Ravenholm Academy, status is measured by efficiency, and magic is a tool for the elite. Elias Thornbloom, a second-year student from a fallen noble house, wants none of that status. With his moss-green hair and silver eyes, Elias is the ghost who views his powers as something to use mainly for his family and to help the plants. His only goal is to restore his family’s tarnished name and return to the quiet orchards of family and grandmother. But the plan for silence of Elias’s life is shattered in the same space he thought was safe. Cassian Thalorin, the perfect and lethal Crown Prince, is dying. He is the victim of a parasitic ancient plant curse that feeds on royal magic. To the King, his father, an inefficient heir is a liability; to Cassian’s ambitious brother, Zayne, the curse is an opportunity to steal the throne. The pact they made was simple. ‘Heal me. You and your family gets to live in peace.’ But what happens when the lines begin to blur? ʚ♡ɞ ʚ♡ɞ ʚ♡ɞ ʚ♡ɞ ʚ♡ɞ ʚ♡ɞ ʚ♡ɞ https://discord.gg/HA8vDUkmhf discord server for my books hi guys! it’s me again I used my previous book to learn a lot of things so this one will definitely be better than the last. I’m putting so much effort into this one so please support me okay? I want this as a career

A fanfic about a general director, an idol, and their life together. #Yuri

Han Soorin thought landing the job of a lifetime—makeup artist for LUMEN, the hottest K-pop boy band in the world—would be her dream come true. Billboards, music shows, sold-out arenas… and her ultimate bias, Jung Haejin, standing just a breath away. But reality? A nightmare wrapped in designer clothes. Haejin, the flawless leader adored by millions, is nothing like the angelic idol Gleams worship. Offstage he’s cold, sharp-tongued, and impossible to please. The first words he throws at Soorin? A sneer at her “lack of manners” and a warning she won’t survive a week. Yet every day backstage pulls her deeper into their chaotic world—glittering stages, vicious rumors, obsessive fans, and the suffocating pressure of perfection. She sees the cracks in Haejin’s mask, the loneliness behind the spotlight… and against her better judgment, her hatred begins to blur into something far more dangerous. When a scandal threatens to destroy them both, Soorin must decide: walk away from the idol she swore to hate, or risk everything to stand by the man she never expected to possibly... love? ✨✨✨✨✨ [Chapter: 5-20 Update Daily] [Update schedule: 10+ comments or 2 reviews=1 Bonus chapter]