healing

After tragically falling victim to her husband's violence and betrayal, Leona finds herself inexplicably thrust back in time, granted a precious second chance to rewrite the narrative of her life. Determined to seize this opportunity and carve a path solely for herself, she resolves to steer clear of entanglements with men, vowing to prioritize her own well-being above all else. However, fate has other plans as Zane Orion unexpectedly enters her life, his presence disrupting her carefully crafted solitude. Despite her initial reluctance, Leona finds herself drawn to Zane's magnetic charm and genuine kindness. Yet, the scars of her past still haunt her, casting a shadow of doubt over the possibility of opening her heart once more. As Leona grapples with conflicting emotions and the fear of vulnerability, she embarks on a journey of self-discovery, torn between the desire for love and the lingering trauma of her past. Will she ultimately find the courage to embrace love anew, or will the ghosts of her past continue to hold her captive in their grip? [Background is an Interstellar/Space opera world, so CEO urban but in space and better technology] [2 chapters everyday] [Please comment and review]

Let’s be frank: my stepmother is human trash. She has always been, and she’ll always be. That’s just how life is. But I’ve got to admit that she’s outdoing herself today. ‘Cause, darn, she’s just told me, first thing in the goddamn morning, that I’m to be wed in a few hours’ time for the prosperity of the clan. That has the merit to be crystal clear, at least. Alright, sure. Fine. I can live with an arranged marriage. It’s not the worst thing she’s done. What’s not fine, though, is my spouse’s gender, age, and species. I want to make three points clear: 1. I’m not into men. 2. I’m not into older people. 3. I’m not into other species. Guess what? It appears my future partner is everything listed above. Male, old enough to be my ancestor, and a demon! ...Is it too late to run away? Asking for a friend. ______________________________ Doesn’t-give-a-fuck-anymore human x pampering older demon [BL] ______________________________ Free of copyright picture used for the bookcover by Leonhard_Niederwimmer

Leah was never meant to set foot on Earth. Betrayed by her own crew and left for dead, the alien girl crash-lands on a planet she knows little about, hunted and alone. Her life should have ended there… until she is captured by Kyle. Kyle is rich, powerful, and dangerously curious. Instead of exposing Leah to the world, he hides her existence, shielding her from humans who would see her as a monster or a weapon. In his guarded mansion, Leah learns how to survive on Earth and, slowly, how to live. As Kyle introduces her to the beauty of his world, music, freedom, laughter, and love, an impossible bond forms between them. What begins as captivity turns into trust. What begins as protection turns into something deeper. But Earth is not as safe as it seems. Together, Leah and Kyle uncover a hidden conspiracy, one that threatens not only Earth, but Leah’s distant home planet. The truth forces Leah to face the choice she has been avoiding. Save her people and leave behind the boy she loves… Or stay on Earth and abandon her destiny forever.

His neck burns. The spot where his mating mark should be burns the closer Travis got. He is shaking, aching all over, and he knows Travis’ touch would soothe him. But he is hurt and bleeding. He doesn’t want to repeat his life all over again with the alpha. Not when it led him to lose everything. And everything was him, Travis. Someone who once awakened him has done it again. His fated mate. Things have changed. He is a different person now. But his stupid omega is making a fool out of him by reacting in all the worst ways. “Don’t,” Day holds his hand out, heart racing. He doesn’t know why this was happening. His body and mind are clashing again, like they always do whenever they do this. “I am not some weak omega who is going to present to you simply because you were once mated to me. I am not going to submit to you. You are not my alpha.” Gods, how he wishes he could give in just this once. He can already feel the slick trickling down his thighs. Soiling his jeans. And going by the way Travis’ pheromones flare, nose twitching, he knows the alpha can smell he is losing the battle. … Day can find nothing wrong with his life. He is now enrolled in university, a whole new life away from his cage, finally growing up and discovering who he is. Then crosses paths with Travis. The alpha who makes him feel like he is being born and dying all at the same time. A thread is pulled every time he locks eyes with him, talks with him ... feels him near him. Every time his scent wraps his body like the softest cloud. With each tug, the life that has been carefully woven and fed to him starts to fall apart. Day realizes he isn’t who he has been told he is, and he was someone different once. Something else, but it was all taken away. Travis was taken away, too. All the scars unravel themselves on his bones, and he is once again breaking apart.

Isadora Bennett has always lived the life expected of her. Perfect daughter. Perfect future. Perfect path. Getting into Harvard Law School wasn’t a dream, just another obligation on a list she never wrote. Surrounded by status, pressure, and a boyfriend who feels as empty as the future she sees ahead, Isadora is tired of following rules she never chose. Until she meets the one man who refuses to bend for anyone. Professor Henry Anderson is relentless. Cold. Brilliant. Untouchable. A respected prosecutor who built his career on discipline and absolute control and who has no patience for privileged students like her. After one impulsive night and far too many drinks, Isadora makes a reckless decision: she creates a fake account to provoke the man she can’t stand. It was supposed to be a joke. A small revenge. A harmless secret. Until the messages turn personal. Until the connection feels real. Until she realizes she’s falling for him… while pretending to be someone else. Now Isadora is trapped between two truths: the man she’s learning to love and the professor who would never forgive the lie that brought them together. Because when the truth comes out, it won’t just be a heart at risk of breaking. Careers. Reputations. Futures. Everything is on the line. And for the first time in her life, Isadora will have to choose, follow the role written for her or risk everything for something that never should have begun.

The capital has already decided: The Warlord Mansion is doomed. Its once-prodigious heir was destroyed after her near-death incident. Now she spends her days tending flowers, lingering in the kitchen, and teasing an “ordinary” beast in the marketplace. How tragic. How embarrassing. How laughable. The nobles sip their tea and wait for the General’s household to crumble. But only the people inside the Warlord Mansion know the truth. They know why the General no longer worries. They know why Madam Jiang only smiles when others whisper. They know why certain “ordinary beasts” lower their heads in her presence. Ruined? Please. Their Eldest Miss is a once-in-a-generation genius. She’s just… a little strange. A little unpredictable. And admittedly, a little lazy. Let the capital mock. When the storm arrives, they will understand— The Warlord Mansion was never raising a tragedy. It was simply letting its genius bloom at her own pace.

Calista, an elf, has the power to see the future. Good or bad, she sees it all. Animals, insect, plants, or people, her power operates to everything no matter who they are. Or what they are. Even to this rock. (⁠ ⁠◜⁠‿⁠◝⁠ ⁠)⁠♡ All her life, she never dared to interfere the so called fate. If death comes so be it. If misfortune is in the way, don't worry, they can get through it. Accident? Nahh... pain tolerance is a must. Typhoon, Catastrophe, Ruins... Hah. That's fine... wait, what? Yeah, she never dared to interfere. Because what's bound to happen must happen. It is fate... Until the day she gazed into the eyes of death itself. Where wars unravel. Death after death. Blood flowd without end. Destruction stretch with no boundaries. Kingdoms fall. Races fell. Everything will be in utter ruins. And she refused to let it happen. Not in her lifetime. Not in this season. Nor ever. "Stand by and watch? No way. I will change it no matter what. Try to stop me? Hah. Then you better take my life, Universe!"

"You promised not to leave, Dad..." "Why did you break your promise? We pinky swore." "You were easy to love... but hard to keep." They all left—family, love, even time itself. But Camilla Raye stayed. Alone. Forgotten. Still breathing.

“Do not expect a husband, Woman. I have no room in my chest for a heart– only the King’s law.” I flinched, my eyes filling with fresh tears at the cruelty of his words. "My Lord, I only-" “Be silent,” he spat, not even looking at me. "You are no wife. Only a burden I must now carry across the kingdom.” He gripped my upper arm with a painful force, his strength bruising and indifferent, as he dragged me toward the towering, battle-scarred warhorse. “If you have any dignity left in you, stay downwind and out of my sight. Looking at you is a chore I no longer wish to endure."

Chestnut haired Hannah Bennington’s brutal awakening to her second life locks her into 11 years of hell as a motherless 14 year old noble dressed in rags. Stuck in a household full of cruelty an indifferent father a blind-eyed eldest brother a second brother who tortures her physically and a stepsister Layla who makes her days a nightmare of mockery she’s never known a moment of kindness. Now with her past life’s memories burning bright she’s finally ready to break out of her gilded cage for good. What does she have to do with her second life?

"I can feel your dick pressed against my ass." Jamie gritted out, the words barely made it out of his throat. "But you love that, don't you." Jett whispered against Jamie's ears. - "Wanna have sex at the beach." Jett asked with a smirk. "what? No!" Jamie exclaimed, heat rushing to his face. - "I bet your dick is so small you need a microscope to see it." - Jamie. "I'll let you be the judge of that." - Jett. - Jett is the second son of a wealthy, powerful household that expects him to inherit the family company alongside his older brother. But Jett wants none of it. Boxing is the only thing that makes sense to him, Jett has spent most of his adult days swinging with his fists, the only place where he decides the rules. Jamie is everything Jett claims to hate. Cute, sharp-tongued, stubborn as hell, and impossible to ignore. A college student with a bright car, a sharp mouth, and a younger brother he protects with everything he has. Jett is like smoke, angry, dark, drifting between worlds he refuses to choose from. Jamie is like sugar, sweet at the core, though he hides it under thorns and fire. Together, they're a slow, inevitable burn.

Paradise. A place I’d only heard whispered about in stories too bright, too perfect, too impossible to be real. Yet running for my life through the Forest Packs dragged me straight into the arms of the one place I never believed existed: Novaterra Pack. The paradise of shifters. The kingdom that rivaled human nations. The home of the Alpha King himself. And somehow… they accepted me. A runaway. A branded traitor. A boy with no pack number, no family, and a past wrapped in blood. I told myself I was here temporarily. Just until they figured out who I really was and tossed me to the wolves like I deserved. But then I saw him. The man with the red eyes. Kastiel Novaterra. The Alpha King who built paradise with his bare hands. The one man I should never look at, never want, never crave. His presence terrifies me. His gaze burns through my lies. And his scent makes my knees weak in ways I never believed were real. Falling in love is the last thing I should be doing in a place that isn’t meant to be my home. But the more I try to run from him… the more Paradise itself pulls me in. And Kastiel. Kastiel never lets go of what’s his.

The Synopsis "In the heart of Abeokuta, under the watchful shadow of Olumo Rock, Oluwafunmilayo and Babatunde began their journey with a wedding that promised a lifetime of joy. But as the years bled into seven, the celebratory drums fell silent. Five miscarriages and the biting whispers of family elders turned their home into a place of quiet grief. Then came Iremide, the miracle child. Her arrival was a 'sweetness added to wealth,' a naming ceremony that healed seven years of scars. For two years, the house was full of laughter, and Babatunde finally saw his 'joy doubled' in his daughter’s eyes. But in a single, shattering moment, the light of their home is extinguished. Left with nothing but a toddler's fading memories and a widow's heavy mantle, Funmilayo must navigate the treacherous waters of grief and survival in Ogun State. This is a story of a daughter who lost her father before she could truly know his face, a mother who fought the world to keep a miracle alive, and a legacy that refuses to be buried in the red earth of Yorubaland."

Being a royal, you must give up the dream to choose your partner. When plague and war wipe out the imperial heirs of Solanir, sixteen-year-old Orion von Solanir is forced onto a throne he was never meant to inherit. Crowned too young, burdened too soon, and being the most imbelic young man a lady can ever withstand. marriage. Enter Selina von Marcelline, daughter of the duke of a rival kingdom and a living clause in a fragile treaty. Sent to Solanir as a political offering, she is expected to become the empire’s perfect crown princess—graceful, obedient, and silent. She fails spectacularly. as every single thing here test's her patience and sanity. Their first meeting ends with insults, blood signatures, and Orion being thrown out of a window—literally. What begins as open hostility quickly turns into a vicious battle of words, pride, and bruised egos. To the court, they are a blessed union meant to stabilize the continent. In private, they are sworn enemies sharing a crown. But hatred is rarely simple. Orion’s cruelty hides a deeper wound—one born from betrayal within his own family, where power, desire, and silence destroyed what little innocence he had left. Selina, sharp-tongued and observant, begins to notice the cracks beneath his arrogance- and simply that's not her problem to deal with. Meanwhile, Selina carries her own scars. Abandoned by her father, bound by blood treaties, and surrounded by a royal family riddled with secrets, she learns that Solanir’s court is far more dangerous than the battlefield ever was. Allies wear smiles. Apologies come too late. And even family can be the sharpest blade. As festivals turn into threats, treaties into traps, and enemies into reluctant partners, Selina and Orion are forced into proximity they never wanted—sharing lessons, public appearances, and a future neither chose. In a court where loyalty is performative, love is political, and survival demands cruelty, one question remains: Can two broken heirs learn to trust each other before the empire tears them apart? Or will their marriage become just another royal tragedy written in blood?

What if you could go back… and fix everything? She’s twenty-five, exhausted, regretful, and stuck in a life that feels like a trap. One sleepless night, she wishes she could start over. When she wakes up, it’s six years earlier—January 2020. The same room. The same routines. The same mistakes waiting to happen. Except now, she has a secret weapon: Pinterest. Not just for inspiration… for rebuilding her entire life. Every saved pin is a step toward the body she’s always wanted, the skills she never learned, and the independence she always dreamed of. Clothes, wigs, businesses, self-care hacks—everything she ever admired can now become hers. But second chances aren’t magic—they come with limits, rules, and the reality that not everything can be fixed with a swipe. She’ll navigate friendships, crushes, betrayals, and the hard truths about herself, all while reshaping her world one pin at a time. Six years. Endless possibilities. One Pinterest account. Will she finally design the life she deserves… or just repeat history with prettier pictures?

She owns an empire but feels nothing. He owns nothing but cooks like every dish is a confession. When a chance encounter binds a numb heiress to a broken chef, obsession blooms in the space between hunger and fear. But her world is built on war, and his life is scarred by loss. As threats rise and loyalties fracture, love becomes their most dangerous gamble. Because once you taste something real… you can’t go back to empty.

"If I can just stay under the radar, I might survive the final chapter." Kim Jowoon woke up in a novel world as the illegitimate fourth son of a marquis, Julian Von Astrea, and it looked like every single character hated him. It was a world where everyone looked like a protagonist—shining eyes, tragic backstories, destiny practically dripping off them. Everyone except him. He didn't even get a script. Then the Affection System popped up and crushed his hopes in one clean line of text: every so-called “hero” in the capital had a solid 0% interest in his continued existence. Naturally, Julian did the most reasonable thing possible—he ran. Straight into the safest job he could think of: tutoring the young son of the Empire's most reclusive (and famously cold) Duke. The plan was foolproof. Win over the kid, stay invisible, collect a fat paycheck, and live long enough to die of old age instead of plot relevance. It didn't go smoothly at first. The child barely spoke, the Duke barely appeared, and Julian briefly wondered if he'd chosen the wrong kind of death. But somehow… it worked. The Duke's son slowly warmed up to him. Lessons became warm conversations, and silence turned into trust. And even stranger, the Duke's affection level didn't just rise—it skyrocketed into something Julian absolutely had not planned for. For the first time since transmigrating, he felt safe. Then the Empire started falling apart. A masked criminal began tearing through the capital, and Julian started waking up with missing memories and an unsettling sense of déjà vu. No wounds. No explanations. Just the feeling that something had happened—and that he was better off not remembering it. He had thought he was the one being hunted. But the higher the Duke's affection climbed, the more frequent the blackouts became, and the more a terrifying possibility took shape. He came here to survive the story. Now, he was starting to suspect the Duke wasn't protecting him from the plot at all… He was protecting the plot from him.

Xu Ying, a veteran veterinarian, died suddenly from overwork and became a new animal rescuer at the Desert Rescue Station. Good news, crossing over gives you a permanent position! She now has an iron rice bowl! Bad news: she starts off being thrown into a no-man's land by a malicious coworker and is about to starve to death! When she was about to starve, Xu Ying was surprised to discover that she could understand the little animals speaking in the desert! By communicating and seeking help from the animals, she successfully returns to the rescue station, embarking on a journey of easy wins! In the desert where materials are scarce, ear fox cubs are hungry? A rugged and handsome guy who owns a thousand-acre ranch races cars to deliver baby bottles and formula; Is getting rich difficult? The sand cat sheriff helps her catch a spy, and each capture earns her half a million! Are the living conditions too poor? She rescues a rich beauty abandoned by her boyfriend in the desert, and the beauty's CEO uncle dispatches a plane loaded with supplies and a renovation team to upgrade Xu Ying's dormitory! Is the work atmosphere bad? She helps the sand rats move, and the Little Desert Rat helps her discover oil! Everyone relies on her to succeed, and Xu Ying's expressions become the cues for colleagues and leaders! Painlessly becoming a mom to a bunch of adorable, nationally protected little animals, netizens are envious to tears, flocking to Xu Ying’s live stream to virtually raise cubs every day. When a disaster strikes, Xu Ying leads the Animal Rescue Team to save countless compatriots during prime time. With the help of the fur babies, the desert turns green, shocking the world! The country treats Xu Ying like a beloved daughter! She gets featured on news reports, receives public commendations, and is assigned a handsome agent for protection, while a team of smart techies takes orders from her! With a permanent position, Xu Ying enjoys her dream life of raising furballs comfortably. Her only worry is that there are too many handsome guys around, leaving her dazzled!

She once tried hard, but the marriage unknowingly turned into a lifeless pond. Her husband stayed out all night, and she gradually became numb from heartache. Work became her true companion. The only gift from this marriage was that it forged her into a calm and independent female journalist. She thought her heart had long drowned in that lifeless pond until she met that man in a crisp police uniform, with a crooked smile and cunning eyes... Their first encounter was at the scene of a crime. She went to report, and he went to apprehend. He mistook her for an accomplice, mercilessly cuffing her wrists to a wire fence! She panicked and bit him, desperately defending herself: "I don't have the stolen goods you want!" He, however, looked at her through his sunglasses with wicked charm: "Really?"