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She was his hidden daughter, but everything changes when she is pulled into her dead father’s New York fashion empire and the violent world behind it after finding him murdered during one of his secret London visits. At the reading of his will, she learns he left her the controlling shares of the company, making her the key to its future and the obstacle standing between his legitimate sons and total power. Everyone around her wants something from her. The most dangerous of them is Marcelo De Luca, heir to an Italian mafia family, who believes her father betrayed them years ago. She thinks he killed her father. He knows she thinks so. Neither of them can afford the attraction building between them.

When the Third World War ended, Kelly Drexler believed she could finally live quietly—finish school, run a small bakery, and try to exist without fear. She was wrong. Because the moment she crossed paths with the strange white-haired boy at school—the one who smiled like he wasn’t human—her fate shattered. Kidnapped. Torn from Earth. Dragged into a universe ruled by bloodline monarchs, star-forged beasts, and beings who consumed Cosmic Dust to evolve into Stellaris—existences powerful enough to extinguish planets with a flick of their fingers. Kelly arrived with nothing. No powers. No bloodline. Just a mortal girl thrown into a cosmic arena where the weak are erased. But she was not ordinary. When the ancient force within her awakens, Kelly discovers a terrifying truth: She can forge bloodlines. Create them. Shape destiny itself. And the universe felt it. The Lords of the Cosmos call her an anomaly—one that must be eliminated before she rises. Empires shift. Prophecies stir. Powers older than stars turn their eyes toward her. And watching her from the shadows is Jayden—the beautiful, unsettling boy who stole her from Earth. A sadistic genius whose smile hides entire storms. A monster who should be her enemy… yet whose presence she can’t escape. With the Eternis System at her side, a power once lost to history, Kelly begins her climb from helpless prey to a force that could rewrite the balance of creation. But every step she takes shakes the heavens. Every bloodline she forges reshapes fate. And every choice she makes draws her closer to a future drenched in war. This is the beginning of the rise of the one who will one day be called: The Empress of Eternis. The Monarch of Bloodlines. The woman destined to challenge the Cosmos itself.

Rosalia Aragona remembers the taste of salt and the weight of a room going quiet. She doesn’t remember the man. One night is enough to leave her pregnant—and blank where the truth should be. In a small town that values reputation over breath, her family rushes to marry her off to an old man who can swallow scandal like wine. On her wedding day, the church doors open to a stranger’s calm. Giuseppe Falcone crosses the aisle, puts a bullet through her would-be husband, and steals Rosalia away to a private island where the Falcone dynasty lives like royalty behind locked gates. Giuseppe doesn’t ask if the child is his. He claims it. He claims her. And in the Falcone court, claims are law. But Rosalia is not built to break prettily. With every rule she learns, she bargains for another inch of autonomy. With every secret she uncovers, she turns survival into leverage. Because someone engineered her disgrace. Someone took her memory. And the closer she gets to the truth, the more dangerous it becomes—until law, rivals, and bloodline politics converge on the one thing no one can afford to lose. In a world where love is a liability and safety is never free, Rosalia and Giuseppe must decide what kind of family they will be—publicly, permanently—while knowing some consequences will follow them forever.

Wolfless. Disgraced. Claimed. Ava never wanted to belong to an alpha — especially not Varder, the battle-hardened heir of Black Furs Pack who chose her as a pawn, not a partner. Betrayed by her own family, bound by pack law, and trapped in a marriage forged in contempt, she has nothing but her will to survive. It might be enough. Or it might be exactly what breaks her open. R18/ contains graphic smutty scenes.

​[R18] [Mature Content] [Enemies-to-Lovers] [Slow Burn] ​Warning: This novel contains mature themes, high-tension office encounters, and dark romantic elements. Valeria is a medical dropout with a steady hand and a cold heart, running an underground clinic in the lawless shadows of District 4. But she isn't just treating the wounded; she’s hunting. Driven by a singular blood-oath to destroy the elite cabal that burned her father’s empire to ash, Valeria has spent years tracing the paper trail of her family's ruin. ​To get to the top of the food chain, she’s forced to infiltrate the inner circle of the man she hates most – Alaric Von. The Devil CEO was a silent witness to her father’s fall, and now, Valeria is his personal secretary —a position she intends to use to bleed his secrets dry. ​Now, trapped between a vengeful fiancé who demands her loyalty and a man who treats her like a tool "no longer needed," Valeria’s mission is spiraling. As the lines between her vengeance and her heart begin to blur, she’s forced to face a devastating question: Does she finally plunge the knife into his heart, or does she surrender as he pins her against the very desk where he signed her father’s ruin? ​One contract. Two shattered pasts. A sting that goes deeper than any needle.

When Rosalind follows her father to a grand banquet in the kingdom of Ewyndor, she expects nothing but humiliation as her father intends to pawn her off to settle his gambling debts. Rosalind is fiercely unwilling to be controlled and is definitely unprepared for the attention of King Alaric, the kingdom’s feared tyrant whose dangerous charm and ruthless reputation make the bravest men tremble and women weak in their knees. Intrigued by her defiance, Alaric claims Rosalind as his own, and suddenly she is trapped in his castle, under the scrutiny of his watchful eyes, sinful tongue, and burning touch. Desperate to escape, she discovers a secret ally in a mysterious servant, one whose true identity shocks her and forces her to question everything she thought was real, with the fact that her father hadn't been in debt at all but had handed her to the malicious king with evil intentions. Rosalind finds herself caught between two men: the controlling, prideful king who desires her completely, and the enigmatic servant who sees her as more than a prize. In a palace where deception is law and freedom is impossible, can Rosalind survive and who will truly claim her heart?

Dark romance x mature content x slow burn. ****Blurb***** "Look, I have an Escalade, by the way." Fedora's lips folded. He had no idea what to do with that information, but he figured if he just indulged the man's ego, it would end faster. Faster, my foot. Miguel swallowed hard, his voice dropping to a low, predatory whisper as he leaned in. "All my offers, and any other thing you can wish for... I will get it done." He beat his chest softly, his eyes darkening. "If you can just follow me outside. To the back of my comfy Escalade. It's been a long time since I had a bitch served... in my car." He finished the sentence and swiped his tongue across his lips, biting them with a raw, sexual hunger. He waited for the final reply, already getting high on the thought of cupping that tiny waist with one hand and burying himself in that Chanel-scented skin until the boy pleaded his name in parables. Fedora went stoic. He was completely frozen, the world stopping as the shock and bewilderment hit him like a physical blow. He scoffed in disbelief, his jaw practically hitting the floor. 'Back of the Escalade. Bitches served in a car'. "Me! Fedora!! Bitch!!! Served in the back of a car!!! Unto delicacy!!!! Gosh!!!!!" Fedora muttered, the words replaying in his head like a record skip. A dry, hysterical laugh escaped his lips. Oh, this was the height of it. He wasn't going to stand there and let another man disrespect him. Never. Miguel took another step closer, his head hovering over Fedora's, dominant and sure. The boy hadn't said a word; he was definitely giving in, Miguel thought. He leaned in further, waiting for the "yes" but what came next?! It was, by far, the least expected thing any living human being would have the guts to do to him. Behold, it was no other than a hot, non-withheld, redirective, and resounding SLAP!!!! †††††††† **************** Fedora loved him. Miguel loved him too obsessively. Possessively. To the point where devotion blurred into control. Miguel wanted to be involved in everything that touched Fedora’s life, and he proved, time and again, that he would go against his own will, spill blood, even die if it meant keeping Fedora spoiled, protected, and tethered to him. On the surface, Miguel was everything anyone could dream of. Until Fedora fell so deeply in love that he hit rock bottom and realised the darkness there was too suffocating for both his aesthetic and his sanity. He thought he knew Miguel. He was catastrophically wrong. Fedora had been blind to the beast he let into his heart. The truth comes apart slowly, cruelly: Miguel is the reason Fedora has no family. The reason is that there is no life for him beyond Miguel’s shadow. And worst of all, Fedora had chosen him anyway, his memories erased not by force, but by misplaced devotion. “Pick a gun and empty it into his brain.” The solution sounds simple. It isn’t. Fedora doesn’t know what’s real anymore. He can’t tell if what he shared with Miguel, the man he once humiliated in a bar, the man who later became his lover, was genuine love or a carefully staged performance fueled by manipulation, guilt, and obsession. The cruel irony? Miguel is wrapped around Fedora’s fingers, tight as a rosary around a nun’s hand. And yet, Fedora is still the one trapped. Now he must decide. Will he avenge his family? Will love survive the truth? And if Miguel dies, will it be swift… or slow enough to satisfy the damage left behind? This isn’t a romance. It’s a beautifully brutal descent into love, control, and consequence. Enter at your own risk. ********* . warning!!! Some statements, scenes, and incidents in this book may not sit well with religious readers. [Everything is fictional and not intended to harm or coerce your mind in any way]

[WARNING: R18+] [MATURE CONTENT] [Strictly for Adults Only] In a house of monsters, the most dangerous thing isn't the truth…it's the feelings neither of them can afford to have. Two rival mafia dynasties. Four dangerous brothers. And one girl who is their greatest mistake. Sin isn't here to be a trophy. She isn't an amateur. Born into a rival dynasty, she knows the Mafia game better than the men who play it. She wasn't sent here to destroy the Riccis...she chose to. Her mission is simple. Go undercover, get close to the four Ricci brothers, find their secrets, and dismantle them from the inside, and watch their empire burn to the ground. She thought she could play them all like instruments. She thought she'd seen every kind of monster the underworld had to offer. Then she met Matteo. Cold. Calculating. Hardened beyond anything she'd faced. While the other brothers were easy to manipulate, Matteo is the glitch in her perfect plan. He is the wall she can't climb and the lock she can't pick. He doesn't just play the game...he rewrote the whole rules. Now, the woman who came to destroy a kingdom is finding herself trapped in his orbit. It was never supposed to be real. It was never supposed to be love. But the more she tries to ruin him, the more she realizes that she might be the one getting ruined. "She came to burn down their empire. She just didn't realize Matteo Ricci was the one holding the lighter."

“No one looks at you. No one touches you. You’re a Whitehall now... And you’re mine.” Roman’s voice was a low, dangerous growl against her neck. She tilted her chin, meeting the predator in his eyes with her own cold fire. “I belong to no one, Roman, certainly not a beast in a jersey. If you want to claim me, you’ll have to do better than your father’s signature on a contract.” She spun her wheelchair to leave, but he was faster. His hand locked around her waist, dragging her back as his palm slammed against the wall beside her head. “Don’t you fucking dare me, Estelle.” — Estelle Rutledge was the Ice Queen of the Rutledge sports dynasty: national treasure, global brand, and the financial backbone of her family’s empire. Until one catastrophic crack on the ice shattered her career… and left her in a wheelchair. In the elite world of the one percent, a broken asset becomes a liability. With the Rutledge legacy collapsing under a mountain of debt, Estelle’s own mother did the unthinkable. She sold her daughter to the highest bidder, trading Estelle’s freedom for a check from Magnus Whitehall, the ruthless billionaire owner of a professional hockey empire. But Magnus didn’t buy Estelle for himself. He bought her to be his son’s leash. Roman Whitehall is the NHL’s most dangerous beast. A volatile heir with a scandal-soaked reputation and a temper that threatens the family’s billions. To the league’s board, he’s a loose cannon. To his father, he’s a problem that needs a wife to clean up his image. The command was simple: “Be the one thing he can’t avoid… or lose your legs.” Now Estelle is legally bound to a man who sees their marriage as a cage, and her as the bars holding him in. Roman believes she’s a fragile burden. Estelle thinks he’s a monster fueled by rage and secrets. But inside the Whitehall mansion, built on power, money, and lies, Estelle discovers a terrifying truth: she is not the first “Ice Queen” Magnus Whitehall has broken. Trapped in dynasty politics and a contract signed in blood, Estelle faces an impossible choice. Will she let the Whitehalls destroy what’s left of her… or join forces with the beast she hates most and burn their empire to the ground? Because even though she hates it, Roman Whitehall may be the only man who can help her stand again. Even if he has to break her first.

{MATURE - DARK ROMANCE, STEAMY, SMUT ETC. EXPLICIT CONTENT. HATE TO LOVE. EROTIC} “Your words, kitten. Use. Your. Words.” Zephyr growled, and it was all I could do to not come undone right there and then. How do I even use my words when my mouth was already stuffed full with Aeron’s cock? “Tell us who you want.” Tristan probed, twisting his fingers inside me, making my back arch and my cunt clench around the intrusion. “And tell us what you want.” “A—All of you.” I choked out when Aeron let me. “I want all four of you.” I whimpered. “I want to be ruined. Marked. Used.” “That’s not quite what we were hoping for.” Zayden murmured, forcing his thumb in my mouth where Aeron’s cock had been just a minute ago while Zephyr twisted my nipples. “We want to feel your desperation.” My body shook violently, muscles spasmed and I knew that I wouldn’t get what I wanted if I didn’t do as I was told. “I want you to fuck me until I’m wrecked, wretched and the only words I know to utter are your names.” ************* Wolfless. Bullied. Rejected. Broken. Scarred. Marian Alford completely lost the last thing she held dear when her childhood boyfriend rejected her and chose her mother over her. Completely casted out from her pack and dejected, the moon goddess causes her to meet with the three most powerful and cruel Alphas in the world—Alpha Zephyr, Alpha Tristan and Alpha Zayden—They know she’s theirs, but she doesn’t know why they hate her. Fate became cruel to her because now a fourth man has risen, desperate to claim her, an equally strong and ruthless man, and what’s worse? He’s the sworn enemy of the three alphas, and is only out for revenge. But, without Marian Alford, all four men will shatter.

In the Kingdom of Vaelis, power decides who lives, who dies… and who lies well enough to survive. Mireya Vale is meant to be nothing. Ungifted. Quiet. Forgettable. Just another girl thrown into the Crown Trials, clawing her way through the brutal Iron Spire where the weak are erased. Then there’s Jax Calder. Everything Vaelis fears. Everything it obeys. The kingdom’s perfect enforcer. The architect of the Iron Spire. The hunter sworn to wipe rebellion from the streets—starting with the elusive Black Thorn. Jax believes in control. In discipline. In breaking threats before they become legends. Until Mireya. There’s something about her… something sharp beneath the silence, something defiant in the way she meets his gaze and refuses to bow. He should crush her. Eliminate her. Walk away. Instead, he watches. Protects. Burns. Drawn together by tension they refuse to name, desire coils where hatred should live—and every stolen look feels like a betrayal waiting to happen. Because in Vaelis, enemies don’t fall in love. They destroy each other first.

"Since ancient times, when a Star falls from the sky, people called it a Fallen God. As a Fallen God, I called it a misfortune. Key word: called it." Thank you, my dear audience, for joining me in this spectacle. I promise you a story worth every moment!

Mia Russo thought the worst night of her life was watching her father die. She was wrong. The worst night is standing on an auction stage in a red dress, being sold like property to the highest bidder. Her father was the most feared Don in the criminal world. Now he is dead, and she is the price someone is collecting. Just as a greasy old man opens his mouth to claim her, a single bid silences the room. A number so large the auctioneer's hands shake. Mia never sees the man's face. Only his eyes. Dark. Calm. Familiar in a way that makes her stomach drop. The man who buys her is Dante Reyes. The new Godfather. The most powerful criminal in the country. And the same boy her father pulled from the streets twelve years ago and raised like a son. He is no longer that boy. He is cold. Controlled. And he wants something from Mia that goes far beyond ownership. As the walls of his mansion close around her, Mia begins to see the truth. Dante did not buy her to save her. He bought her because she is the last piece of a plan years in the making. A plan that started the night her father was murdered. A plan Dante may have helped write. The girl who walked into his house as a prisoner must decide. Break under his control, or burn the whole empire down from the inside.

Meredith Carter was once the pride of her pack—until the Lunar Curse marked her as wolfless, unwanted, and a disgrace. Humiliated, abandoned, and rejected by her fated mate, she thought the Moon Goddess had forsaken her. But her curse came with a cruel side effect—wild, uncontrollable pheromones that drove men insane with desire and disgust. A scent so intoxicating, it made her a target. The night she was cast aside when her pheromones spiralled beyond control, Alpha Draven Oatrun—the most feared and untouchable Alpha in the kingdom—claimed her instead. But Draven doesn’t want love. He doesn’t even want her. His reasons for marrying her have nothing to do with fate. Thrust into a world of ruthless politics, deadly enemies, and a mate who sees her as nothing more than a pawn, Meredith must fight to survive, reclaim her dignity, and uncover the secrets behind her curse. Because something is awakening inside her. Something powerful. Something… ancient. And when the truth is revealed, not even Alpha Draven will be able to resist what she becomes. Rejected. Cursed. Desired. Chosen. Will Meredith break free from her fate? Above all, what is this mystical force pushing her to start a war? — Excerpt: "You may have claimed me," Meredith whispered, her violet eyes burning with defiance, "but you will never own me." Draven exhaled a low, dangerous laugh. His golden eyes gleamed as he caged her in, his presence suffocating. "Own you?" His voice was velvet and steel. "Little wolf, I don’t need to own you." He brushed a strand of silver-white hair behind her ear—a touch so light, yet it sent shivers down her spine. "Because whether you like it or not…" His breath ghosted against her skin. "Your body already responds to me." Meredith clenched her jaw, ignoring the traitorous warmth pooling deep inside her. It was the pheromones. It had to be. "I hate you," she forced out. “Good,” Draven smirked. Because hate was just another form of obsession.

At the prestigious Tōtsuki Culinary Academy, where every conflict is settled through cooking battles, a new threat emerges. Seven elite transfer students arrive from across the world — each embodying a culinary interpretation of a deadly sin. They do not seek to learn. They seek to challenge the very foundation of Tōtsuki. Before the grand tournament can even begin, they issue a bold demand: to face the Elite Ten Council in a series of high-stakes Shokugeki. Among them stands a mysterious girl known as Envy — a chef capable of perfectly replicating any dish she tastes… yet unable to create one of her own. As clashes unfold between instinct and perfection, emotion and control, each dish becomes more than food — it becomes a weapon that exposes desire, pride, obsession, and hidden vulnerabilities. But as the battles intensify, a forbidden promise looms over them all: The winner of the coming tournament will obtain the “Original Recipe” — a divine dish said to reshape the very perception of taste itself. In a world where flavor reveals the soul… what happens to someone who has none? |Tags: #Culinary Battles #Psychological #Sensual Reactions #Mature Themes #Ecchi (Food Reactions) #R18 (Exaggerated Taste Euphoria) #Suggestive Imagery #Yuri #Romance #Academy #Competition #Character-Driven #Power Struggles #Gastronomy #Dark Undertones

"Open wide, Golden Boy. I know you’ve been imagining sucking my cock in your head the entire practice." ​The cold floor of the locker room is bruising my knees, but it’s nothing compared to the grip Michael Rossi has on my hair. My mouth is stretched tight around his cock, my heart hammering against my ribs in a rhythm of pure, unadulterated shame. I’m the star defenseman for the Knights, the disciplined, untouchable Axel Thorne and yet here I am, choking on the pride of my greatest enemy while he talks to me like I’m his favorite toy. They call him the "Menace," and for once, the media isn't exaggerating. Michael Rossi is the jagged edge of the Rebels’ front line, a dirty, arrogant prick who plays like he has nothing to lose and a god complex to maintain. I’ve hated him since freshman year, since the night I walked into a hallway and saw him stealing the girl I thought I’d marry. He didn't even want her; he just wanted to show me he could take her. He’s spent the last year and a half chirping in my ear on the ice, checking me into the boards with a smirk, and dismantling every shred of peace I’ve tried to build. Now, a viral "spite kiss" has trapped us in a contract that says I have to be his "boyfriend" to save my career. I’m supposed to play along with the guy who ruined my life, but the closer I get, the more I realize the rivalry was just the beginning. The ice is thin, and the man I’m supposed to hate is the only thing keeping me from falling through. __________________________________ ​I’ve been watching the "Golden Boy" for eighteen months, and it’s been a slow, beautiful torture. Axel Thorne is everything I’m not, disciplined, loved, and blissfully oblivious to the rot surrounding him. He thinks I stole his girlfriend because I’m a villain; he doesn't realize I only did it to watch the look in his eyes. He looked like he wanted to cry when he saw her lips on mine, and all I could think about was how much better those plump, trembling lips would feel wrapped around my cock. This rivalry was never about the game; it was about the obsession. I’ve spent every practice, every game, and every restless night imagining how it would feel to finally claim him, to break the Golden Boy until he realizes he was never meant for the light. Now that the PR board has handed him to me on a silver platter, I’m never letting go. He thinks we’re faking a relationship to save our jerseys, but I’m playing a game where the only way he wins is by losing himself to me.

BOOK TWO OF THE HAMILTON SERIES WARNING: A Regency Era novel. Adult content with detailed smut…Read at you own risk⚠️⛔️ Genre: Historical Romance / Smut / Enemies-to-Lovers / Mystery / Comedy / Found family [Book Two of the Hamilton Series. Can be read as a standalone, but better enjoyed after Lady Ines’ Scandalous Hobby.] To the world, Duke Rowan Hamilton is the perfect gentleman. But in the bedroom, he is a man possessed. Rowan Hamilton has it all: a Ducal title, the face of a fallen angel, and a smile that makes debutantes faint. He is the "Golden Duke"—charming, responsible, and utterly adored by society. But it’s all a lie. Beneath the coats and polite manners, Rowan is a man haunted by a ghost. For three years, he has remained faithful to the memory of a masked woman who stole a kiss, bested him at a game of chance, and vanished into the night. He doesn't want any one as his wife; he wants her. When his domineering aunt tires of his bachelorhood, she hires London’s most notorious underground matchmaker to force the issue. Enter Miss Delaney Kingsley. She is sharp-tongued, infuriatingly competent, and entirely unimpressed by his title. Her mission? To drag Rowan to the altar with the season’s "Diamond," Lady Celine, within three months to collect the juicy payment Rowan’s aunt had to offer. Rowan intends to fire the meddlesome woman. But when Delaney looks at him with those hazel, intelligent eyes and orders him around like a young lad, he feels the first spark of life he’s felt in years. He decides to play her game. He will let her find him a wife. But he has no intention of choosing anyone even Lady Celine. "You were hired to find me a Duchess, Miss Kingsley. But the only person I want in my duchy and in my bed... is you." As mysteries turn into forbidden nights and the bickering turns into scorching passion, Rowan begins to suspect that his matchmaker is hiding a secret of her own. She moves like a shadow, handles a rifle like a soldier, and tastes exactly like the ghost he’s been hunting for three years. What to Expect: * High Stake Mystery: They try to untangle themselves from the Farrington’s trap. * The Golden Retriever Duke: Who turns into a possessive Alpha behind closed doors. * The Matchmaker Trope: She’s trying to marry him off; he’s trying to take her clothes off. * High Heat: Slow burn that explodes into intense smut. * Competence Kink: He falls harder every time she bosses him around. * Cameos: Featuring the chaotic domestic life of Duchess Ines and Duke Carcel (and their baby Harry!). Excerpt: "Your Grace, please focus," Delaney snapped, adjusting his cravat with efficient, gloved hands. "Lady Celine is waiting in the ballroom. You must look at her as if she is the only woman in the world." Rowan caught her wrist, stopping her movements. He stepped into her space, backing her against the heavy oak door of the study, his "Golden Boy" mask slipping to reveal the hunger beneath. "And how, exactly, does one do that, Miss Kingsley?" he whispered, his voice rough. "Show me." "I—I cannot show you, It I s not in my place to—" "Then teach me," he growled, lowering his head until his lips brushed the sensitive skin of her neck. "Teach me how to pretend I am not burning alive every time you walk into a room."

What if the tragic story you once mocked… becomes the world you were thrown into? Xiao Zhi spent her life mocking bad novels. As an editor, she tore apart manuscripts for their cliche plots and tragic endings... until she woke up in one of them. Now, she is the Princess destined to die. But Xiao Zhi isn't following the script. She’s using every trick she knows to outsmart the plot and stay alive. The terrifying part? The story is fighting back. Every time she tries to change her fate, the world pulls her closer to the end she’s running from. How do you escape a death that has already been written?

Heiress Sapphire Montgomery is bound by duty to an arranged marriage with Damian Blackwood, a powerfully intimidating CEO whose icy reputation precedes him. With the determination to honor her father’s wishes, she enters the new marriage as a docile, quiet wife, always silent, watchful and very afraid. But when a shocking act of betrayal leads to the brutal death of her best friend, Sapphire’s fragile existence shatters. Refusing to remain a pawn, she uncovers a dark web of lies and secrets surrounding both her new family and her own family. Secrest capable of destroying everything she knew. As danger closes in, the timid girl who was once too afraid to speak without offending someone is forced to evole into a fierce woman willing to risk everything for the truth. Caught between fear and untamable desire, Sapphire and Damian must confront enemies both outside and within their marriage.

Dylan has everything... wealth, name, and a future planned by his powerful CEO father. But as the only son, he feels trapped by a life that was never his choice. Desperate for freedom, he runs away to a public school to finally live on his own terms. There, he meets Flynn-the only son of a commoner, sharp-tongued, guarded, stubborn, and unlike anyone Dylan has ever met. At first, they clash, full of pride and misunderstandings. But when Dylan sees the hidden struggles Flynn carries, something in him changes. He starts to care-quietly, fiercely, and more deeply than he realized was possible. Flynn, who has never been cared for like this, doesn't know what to do with Dylan's attention, or the growing feeling in his own heart that he can no longer ignore. But while they fight their feelings, they remain unaware of a deeper bond already tying their lives together—a truth hidden just beyond their reach, waiting to surface at the worst possible time. Between rivalry and tenderness, denial and desire, Dylan and Flynn navigate their complicated youth - where the most important truths are the hardest to say aloud, and the most unforgettable stories are the ones left unspoken. "Some feelings are too real to say out loud. Some stories are too true to tell." This is theirs - OFF THE RECORD. ---------------------------------------------------- PROLOGUE "Do you know Flynn?" Dylan asked. "Flynn?" Nicole echoed, raising an eyebrow. "Yeah... Flynn Amaro Luz." "Oh, the handsome guy from the Regular Department. Who doesn't know him? He's not just good-looking — he's smart, too. Most of the professors know him, and I heard some seniors from the Star Department even tried to recruit him, but he refused. Why do you ask?" "I think... I like him," Dylan said quietly. Nicole blinked. "So the rumors are true?" "Rumors? What rumors?" Dylan asked, frowning slightly. "Well... it's not exactly a rumor, but a lot of girls have been fantasizing you two together since Foundation Week. I just have to ask—are you gay, Dylan?" "I'm not," he replied after a pause. "I don't feel this way about any other guy... just him. And honestly, I'm confused too." "But... don't you have a girlfriend?" Nicole asked. "We're not together anymore," Dylan said simply. "So you broke up because of Flynn?" "No... not exactly. But... maybe it has something to do with him," Dylan admitted with a small shrug. "Have you told him how you feel?" "No. I don't think I can." "Because he's a guy?" Nicole asked softly. "It's not that," Dylan said, shaking his head. "I know he's a guy — but I'm confused by how he acts around me. I try to be caring, sometimes even clingy, and he always stops me. But if he really didn't feel anything, shouldn't he have pushed me away completely?" "Well... only you can find out," Nicole said after a pause. "I don't know him personally, so I can't judge." Dylan looked out the window, his expression uncertain but determined. "Actually... I'm planning to confess tonight. After his performance." Nicole laughed softly. "You're something else, Dylan. Who would've thought that a guy who looks so rebellious could be tamed... by another guy?"