Nora never wanted much. Just a steady home. Simple days. A life that held its shape. She didn't crave excitement or change. She only needed predictability. Her routines, her quiet, her small world. It was enough. She believed that if she kept everything perfectly still, the life she had built would hold. And for a long time, it did. But when the ground finally shifted under her feet, Nora didn't move with it. She froze in place, the way people do when they have no other direction to turn. Because where does a person go when they have nowhere to go? Warning: This story uses mature language and scenes. © IcecreamSundae5. All rights reserved.

Aurora Hale knows how to make anything bloom. Roses. Nightshade. Even love. In the sun-washed city of Elysian Coast, she runs Thorn & Bloom-a café-floral atelier that deals in beauty with a bite. Her husband, Jeremiah, is chasing the kind of perfection that photographs well: seaside dinners, charity galas, and promises whispered through polished smiles. But the petals have started to fall. What once felt like devotion now feels like decay, soft, slow, and deliberate. Thier relationship is withering under the weight of its own rot. And in Elysian Coast, everything that grows beautiful must feed on something dying.

Obedience kept her alive. Marriage may destroy her. Milan Vescari enters her arranged marriage with a flawless smile and a lifetime of training buried beneath her skin. She has been conditioned to survive, not to love, and certainly not to challenge the man waiting for her at the altar. But Veyron Morozov arrives with another woman on his arm and ice in his eyes. Their vows become a battlefield. And the walls around them begin to crack under the pressure of secrets neither can outrun. As alliances shift and danger coils closer, Milan discovers that the man she married is as fractured as she is, and just as capable of breaking the world around them. Two fractured souls ensnared in the same life. One marriage built to fail. And a fight none of them are prepared to lose.

Lizzy's lips tilted up into a self deprecating smile. The divorce papers were filled, his part already darkened by his informations and his signature long dry on the paper. Her own was still fresh. Only twelve hours old. "How long has it been waiting ?" She dared to ask. There was a lot she wouldn't, but this, this she felt like she should know. How long had he been planning on divorcing her ? --- Elizabeth Clark loved her husband. She had found peace in their arranged marriage and as dysfunctional as it seemed, she had cherished her new home with all she had. Dante Giovanni had merely been biding his time, bearing through this hell of a marriage by counting down the seconds until he could get out of it. But when his wife sets him free, he finds out freedom has a bitter taste and that he might have passed by the love of his life. And Lizzy discovers she is more than just a man's daughter or wife, that she deserves more than what she had been given until then and is ready to fight for it.

SKYE: Falling for my boss was never part of the plan. But Rain Ashford wasn't just my boss - he was brilliance behind glasses, arrogance in a tailored suit, and the only man who ever looked at me like I was the only light in a world he'd forgotten could glow. Eight months of secrecy. Eight months of loving him behind closed doors. And I would've sworn what we had was unbreakable. I was wrong. Because all it took was an old flame with wandering eyes, one whisper of scandal, one shift in his loyalty - and suddenly the seams of us began to split. And when the pressure hit, when loyalties blurred and lines crossed, I realized the man who once steadied my nerves might become the one to shatter them. ⸻ RAIN: I spent years mastering discipline - building a life of structure, ambition, and control. Then Skye happened. Chaos. Color. Fire. I wanted her from the first day. I reached for her every second. And still, I managed to hurt her in ways I never meant to. Now she's gone - her sketches missing from my desk, her laughter missing from my days - and I'm left piecing together the mess I made. Loving her was the easy part. Winning back the woman whose trust I broke? That may be the hardest fight of my life.

Four years of hoping. Four years of empty tests and quieter nights. Yara Vale once fought for a living. Until one night in the ring left her body whole but her heart scarred in ways no doctor could fix. Now she fights something worse: sanity. Her husband, Xavier, has built empires from nothing. He can conquer markets, rivals, and men - but not the one thing she wants most. A child. When she starts believing her body has finally given her a miracle, the truth waiting behind their perfect marriage is far darker than infertility. Because someone has been keeping her from the life she's been begging for - and the man she trusts most might be the reason. Love was supposed to heal them. But some wounds never heal - they turn Iridescent in the light.

Kaia has been dating Beast, an Enforcer from the Dogz of Hell MC, for about a year. One night, Kaia is "initiated" by the women of the MC Club. However, the initiation is not what it was supposed to be. When Kaia gives Beast the opportunity to back her up, he gives his loyalty to his club. Kaia calls in her protection, 4 brothers who will do whatever it takes to protect their little sister. And after losing what he had wanted most, Beast begins to question loyalty of his MC and brothers.

I thought we were heartbroken together, grieving as one. But the night my mother passed away, was the same moment all my childhood illusions came crashing down around me. My role model, the person I looked up to the most, my own father was not who he claimed to be. As time moved on, more secrets unravelled and I couldn't help but wish he died instead of her. I turned into a monster, born out of the sharpest betrayal, determined to claim revenge and become utterly merciless.

They kissed like I wasn't even there. I smiled - because that's what girls with broken hearts do. We smile. We toast bread for traitors. I pretend. But it still hurts. It really freaking hurts.

I was raised to obey. Polished. Perfect. Promised. When my father ordered me to marry the heir to one of the Dominion's ruling families, I understood exactly what it meant. Power traded for peace, my freedom bartered for his empire. My new husband wasn't the monster I expected. He was patient, careful, and treated me with nothing but respect. It didn't take long for me to fall in love. I thought it was mutual. Then the truth unraveled, and I learned another woman still whispered his name in the dark. But I was never meant to be a quiet tragedy. When the truth broke me, I didn't stay broken. I made sure I was the one they whispered about next.