healing

A family can look whole and still be shattered. Born into a home ruled by silence, control, and unspoken pain, a young woman learns early that survival matters more than love. Faith is used as a weapon, neglect hides behind tradition, and trauma is passed down without mercy. As buried truths resurface, she is forced to face the legacy her family left behind and decide whether she will remain another broken piece, or finally step away from the cycle. Shattered Glass is a dark psychological novel about family trauma, generational wounds, and the quiet strength it takes to choose yourself.

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!"

An intelligent antagonistic lady boss, Chen Xiaoqian was reborn. In her current life, she made lots of money, made lots of real estate investments, and tortured bastards when she had the time. What a life! These were the three mottos of an antagonistic lady boss. When a woman became strong and powerful, she had no need for a man anymore. The men disagreed...they wanted to pamper her! This was the motto of a man of an antagonistic lady boss. In your previous life, you slept with the person and left. Shouldn’t you be responsible in the current life? Is this a lovey-dovey literature or a feel-good novel? Man: This is actually a feel-good, lovey-dovey novel. Shh… I can’t let my image of a passionate, loyal, and leader man collapse strict face.

Wei Jin is full of romanticism, and the Five Barbarians are about to disrupt the Central Plains. This is the era Zhao Hanzhang transmigrated into, where commoners and families of humble origin are in distress, and the aristocratic families only engage in empty talks. In order to prevent the gentry from migrating south and to ensure that the world is free of starvation, allowing every common person to eat their fill, Zhao Hanzhang could only roll up her sleeves and get to work. Wei Jin lacks idle talks, we are the people who work hard for food in this world! This is a construction story about striving to survive in a chaotic world with a matchmaking partner, also known as "I Engage in Infrastructure in a Turbulent World." Zhao Hanzhang encountered an accident on her way back to school after a matchmaking meeting, and upon opening her eyes, she found herself in the chaotic Southern and Northern Dynasties. In this era where order has collapsed and etiquette and morals are all forgotten, there are still people unwilling to succumb to fate, yearning for freedom, and striving optimistically and enthusiastically.

Yao Zhi died in regret due to exhaustion and transmigrated into an unrecorded kingdom in history. Waking up to find herself in a body weighing more than 200 jin, she was in despair. As she was ready to curse Heaven, she found herself bound with a system. With an auction system on hand, she embarked on the journey of pampering her rough husband and building her business.

A collection of poems pulled from my heart and written by my soul, filled with love, healing, heartbreak, melancholy, and nostalgia. They’re pieces I’ve guarded closely but feel it’s time to share them and release the burden they’ve put on me. Now there are some pieces that do not fully relate to me or at all but are there for representation and to bring awareness. Others are just short descriptive pieces to lighten the mood. Thank you for taking the time to read my work and I would love and appreciate it if you could leave a review.

Rachel, the quiet, invisible nerd, had never expected a jock like Jack to show up at the party. She'd invited him as a joke, half-hoping he'd laugh at her, make a snide remark, and leave. That was the routine, after all. But he didn’t make fun of her. He just stayed. They end up having a one-night stand, but when she expected the next day that you show up at school and laugh at her. Jack doesn’t show up the next day as expected—he goes missing. Days later, Rachel sees Jack again, but he’s now a ghost who doesn’t realize he’s dead. Together, they embark on an adventure to uncover the truth behind Jack’s death and find his body. Along the way, they develop an unexpected bond, and Rachel’s psychic abilities grow as they unravel dark secrets about that night. Small Note: Yes, I drew myself the cover of the book, and yes, it is terrible, and no, I do not need or want a better cover.

Julie Marie Navares seemed to be a typical young woman. Her father wished her to go to the same school as her brother, Christian Navares, which is why she moved. She thought school would be quiet because she thought her secret—her hidden talent for singing and her alter ego on stage as the POP PRINCESS—would stay with her family. But what would happen if Mark Cielo Villanueva, a friend from childhood who she hated, found out? They had just met again. Could she still keep her secret and her peace?

"I beg your pardon. I should not have come. I did not mean to be a bother.” He stepped aside, extending a subtle invite. “But that is the problem. I find myself wanting you to.” Her breath caught. “Mr Brand…” “Come, Madelyn,” he mumbled. “Come in.” Hesitantly, she obeyed. He closed the door firmly. Commanding the high seas as he had always, Brand amasses his wealth focused on business and his fealty to the king, with his thoughts of women remaining the same: they are not worth the trouble and time they are awarded. No woman is allowed to bother him. None, until Madelyn. Madelyn wishes to live above the thoughts of her late husband's family and to do that, she must escape their good pleasure and find a life for herself, the farther the better. Brand's crew offers the opportunity to do so, and she would without any man commanding her ever. But what must she do when Brand's command is the very one she now wishes for?

the "Blueprint" represent the search for a healthy connection. Both characters feel like their internal "designs" are broken—one is missing the piece that allows for trust,. and the other is missing the piece that allows for self-security . Together, they are trying to find the original blueprint of what it means to be a "normal" human.

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.

"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?