Kim Jennie is the "Ice Queen" of the corporate world, the CEO of Rubane Enterprises, known for her sharp tongue and even sharper business instincts. When Kim Jisoo, a shy and clumsy aspiring graphic designer, walks into the lion's den for a job interview, the atmosphere shifts. Amidst a chaotic circle of friends-the mischievous Lisa, the protective Irene, and the bubbly Nayeon-Jisoo must navigate the cold halls of Rubane without freezing her heart. A story of warmth melting the most stubborn frost.

Princess Yasmin's hand caught my chin. Then- Her lips crashed onto mine. My eyes snapped open. The cold sweetness of the nectar mingled with warmth - hers, mine, impossible to tell anymore. Her mouth coaxed mine open further, taking back what I had stolen. Slowly. Thoroughly. Not a rush. A reclamation. Her lips moved with such control it made my knees weaken. It wasn't just a kiss - it was a statement. You don't win against me. My body tensed, trapped between wall and woman - royalty and rebellion. Her fingers slowly slid from my jaw then to my throat, brushing the skin there like she owned it. Her other hand planted firmly beside my head, holding me there, commanding. I didn't resist. I couldn't. Every movement of her lips was deliberate - drawing out the flavor, the heat, the punishment. She didn't let a single drop escape. I melted into her kiss. Or maybe I burned. Her tongue flicked the roof of my mouth. She tasted the last hint of sweetness and didn't stop. I let out a muffled sound - somewhere between a gasp and a groan. She finally pulled back, barely an inch, breath grazing my lips. Her chest rose and fell against mine, both of us unsteady, caught in the aftermath. "You think you're clever," she whispered, her voice husky, her eyes darkened in a way I'd never seen before. I blinked, still stunned, lips parted. "You're not," she said, lips brushing mine again - featherlight. Then she stepped away. Just like that. Back straight, chin high - as if nothing had just happened. "Next time," she said, voice cold again, "touch my dessert, and I won't stop at your lips." Story Description: The Shadow Reaper - born of vengeance, trained to kill, untouched by mercy. Until she meets Princess Yasmin - beautiful, calculating, and dangerously in control. A cold-blooded assassin and a calculating princess collide in a battle of power, desire, and control-where every kiss is a challenge and surrender is the deadliest sin.

Alexandra Williams: The textbook popular jock who is too loud in the hallways and too attractive for her own good. Classmates love her, parents adore her, and even babies can't seem to resist her charm. She's got the grades, the game, and a grin that can get her out of anything. With that hand of cards, there's no need to say that some of it has gone to her head. Kristen Adams: The new girl. Fresh out of LA and dropped into the heart of Minnesota, hoping to outrun the past she left behind. Shy in the new environment, she was scared she would never fit in. But little did she know, she had caught the attention of everyone. Forced together by their sports, learning to play nice becomes an essential, despite the rumors on the field. Content Warning: Domestic Abuse Though depictions of abuse within this book are minimal, they are present and may be distressing to some readers. Please take its presence into consideration before reading.

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐧. 𝐀 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐝𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐧, 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐚𝐬 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐟𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐁𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐖𝐢𝐝𝐨𝐰, 𝐢𝐟 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞. 𝐇𝐞𝐫 𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐡𝐞𝐫...𝐮𝐧𝐢𝐪𝐮𝐞 𝐚𝐛𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲. 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐚𝐥𝐦𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐛𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐚𝐬 𝐦𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐬. 𝐘𝐞𝐭, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐁𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐖𝐢𝐝𝐨𝐰 𝐤𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬. 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐰 𝐮𝐩 𝐚𝐢𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐭, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐧 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐫𝐮𝐢𝐧 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐯𝐢𝐯𝐚𝐥 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐥𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭. 𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐚 𝐜𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞, 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐧, 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐰𝐨 𝐦𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝 𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐮𝐩 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐝𝐠𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐠𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞. 𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐛𝐨𝐭𝐡 𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐝, 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫'𝐬 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧𝐟𝐚𝐥𝐥?

Atlas Magianima Black. Daughter of a famous Auror and an acclaimed Serial Killer, gifted with abilities far beyond her years, but, like most good things, there came a catch, one Atlas had been paying for since the day she was born. The name Magianima and the curse that came with it being just one. Basically, a Harry Potter rewrite but from an OC's point of view. Obviously, I don't own Harry Potter, and of course, she-who-must-not-be-named is the rightful owner. I just like to sh1tpost. POA ~ DH (Many, many, chapters ahead) Cover art by me.

Cassandra "Cassie" Langford thrives on perfection-top grades, student body president, and the professor's favorite. Her biggest obstacle? Blake Foster. Carefree, infuriatingly charming, and just as smart without even trying. Forced to collaborate on a high-stakes project, their rivalry explodes. A heated debate turns disastrous, their work is ruined, and Cassie storms off. But Blake stays-finishing everything alone. Watching Blake succeed without her, Cassie feels something shift. Maybe Blake isn't just her biggest annoyance. Maybe she's something more. Enemies. Rivals. Dorm neighbors. And, against all odds... something more.

[Formerly known as 'Trinkets'] Mahika and Amoli can't stand each other, but that's not the only thing they have in common. Mahika treats Amoli like she's childish. Amoli thinks Mahika is a stuck-up prude. But Mahika's best friend and Amoli's brother are getting married, so they can't ignore each other forever. If that wasn't the case, they wouldn't even acknowledge each other's existence. Right? Wrong. What meets the eye isn't all there is, is it? Throw a big fat Indian wedding, some alcohol, and a dimly lit hotel room together, and you'll find out, too. Because Mahika and Amoli certainly do.

The shy girl wanted to prove she could be useful to the CEO's plan-seducing a dangerous man. Trembling, she carefully straddled Diana's lap, heart pounding, desperate to show she wasn't as helpless as she seemed. Diana's cold voice challenged her: "Is that all you can do? You think this is helping? Sitting on me, trembling like that?" But inside, watching Anna like this, she felt something she refused to admit-losing control. Anna ran away to start over. At nineteen, she left behind a strict father, a forced engagement, and a life that never felt like hers. Now she's tucked away in a quiet corner of Thailand, working at a small café and trying to find pieces of herself again. Then Diana (33) walked in. Cold, composed, and impossibly intimidating, Diana is the kind of woman who commands a room without saying a word. A powerful CEO with a mysterious edge and eyes that never miss a thing. She claims she's just there for coffee... but she lingers. Watches. Smiles, when no one's looking. When a spilled drink and an innocent apology turn into a moment neither of them expected, Anna finds herself pulled into a game she doesn't understand, one filled with secrets, tension, and a closeness that feels too dangerous to want. But Diana isn't just a customer. And Anna isn't just a girl working behind the counter. One is hiding a mission. The other is trying not to lose herself. And neither of them is ready for what's coming next.

"𝑳𝒆𝒊𝒂," she warned, but her voice was breathless. I smiled against her neck, rolling my hips again in a rhythm that had her trembling beneath me. "𝑾𝒉𝒂𝒕?" I whispered innocently, even as I ground against her with deliberate precision. Her response was a strangled sound that might have been my name. Her hands were shaking now, one still gripping my hip while the other fisted in the couch cushion. "𝑭𝒖𝒄𝒌," she gasped, the curse torn from her lips as I continued the torturous rhythm. I could feel her losing herself completely, her careful control dissolving with each movement of my hips against hers. "𝑻𝒐𝒖𝒄𝒉 𝒎𝒆," I whispered, guiding her hand between my legs where I was already slick with want. .............................................. She's impulsive, charming, and dead-set on finding her runaway sister. What she didn't plan on was working under Esme Leclair: cold, calculated, and entirely off-limits. But Paris has a way of pulling opposites together. 𝑻𝒉𝒂𝒕'𝒔 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒊𝒕𝒚 𝒐𝒇 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒂𝒕 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒌.

When Alicia wakes up in the body of a minor character from *The Flower That Blooms for the Crown*, a historical romance novel she read in her original world, she finds herself living as Victoria Valenford, a side character with a sad story. She does her best to navigate this new world, with no intent to disrupt the original plot-only to live out her new life in peace. But what if fate has other plans, and the plot was just going to go up in smoke anyway, tangling into something unexpected? _____________________________ The cover was made by me🐾 #1 in gxg Nov 7 #1 in villainess Nov 7 #2 in Fantasy adventure Nov 7 #1 in wlw Nov 8 #1 in gl Nov 17