Every night at 10:10, she takes the same seat. Every night, he's already there... quiet, unreadable, beautiful in the way shadows cling to silence. Scarlet Rogers never meant to fall in love with a stranger. Especially not on a tired city bus with flickering lights and windows fogged by winter breath. But when a quiet artist begins to sketch her in the corners of his notebook, And their silence turns to glances, then paper planes, then unspoken promises... The ride home begins to feel like the place she most belongs. This is not a story of fireworks. It's the warmth of shared coffee, missed stops, and held-back goodbyes. A slow-burning ache between strangers who meet when the world is asleep... And fall in love between stops, sketches, and second chances. The Bus Ride Home A love story that never rushes... only arrives when the heart is ready.

Scarlet Rogers never believed in second chances... not for love, and certainly not for the man who once broke her heart like it meant nothing. When her ex returns to their friend circle with a new girl on his arm and that same smirk on his face, Scarlet does the unthinkable. She kisses Asher Ellesmere. Quiet, unreadable Asher. The man who sketches the world in silence, speaks in shadows, and watches everything like it's a story worth telling. Their lips meet under the salty breeze of a beach bonfire, and just like that, a lie is born. They'll pretend. For a month-long holiday soaked in sun and wine, laughter and late-night swims, they'll hold hands, share blankets, and trade glances meant to burn. But somewhere between pretending to smile and actually meaning it, between stolen kisses meant for show and the soft way his fingers brush hers when no one's looking, Scarlet begins to wonder... What if this lie feels more like home than the truth ever did? As the days stretch and the waves keep time, hearts tangle in quiet moments. And by the time the ex starts to notice... Scarlet's not sure she even cares. Because Asher...soft-spoken Asher, who never asked her to fake anything...is starting to feel like the one thing she never knew she needed.

Charlotte never expected her late-night gaming session to turn into a full-blown survival nightmare. Sucked into a corrupted version of Resident Evil, she wakes up as Scarlet...a mysterious, modded character the game was never supposed to have. But there's a bigger problem: Leon S. Kennedy knows her. Loves her. In this world, Scarlet is real...and so are Leon's feelings. As Charlotte struggles to navigate a game gone rogue, she finds herself torn between escaping back to her reality... or staying in a world where someone like Leon looks at her like that. But the virus isn't the only thing infecting Sylvermere...something deeper, darker, and dangerously emotional is rewriting the rules. Love was never part of the mission. But now it might be the only way out.

Jungkook had everything...speed, fame, and the woman he loved. But when racing cost him the moment that mattered most, he came home to a distant wife and a newborn he barely knows. Now, he's not chasing glory...he's chasing forgiveness.

She came from the sea with no name, no past...only a soft song inside her that sounded like the ocean. Zayn found her near the lighthouse...barefoot, afraid, and full of mystery. He took her in and slowly taught her how to live a normal life, even though he knew deep down she wasn't like anyone else. But the sea never forgets its own. As her memories slowly return, so does the truth of who she really is...and what she was meant to be. Zayn falls in love with the quiet girl who talks to birds and watches the waves as if they might speak to her. He knows that someday, she might have to leave. This is a love story between a boy and a girl from two different worlds. It's about choosing love even when it hurts....and what happens when the sea finally calls her home.

She hated him the moment he walked into her life...uninvited, cold, and way too handsome for her own safety. He claimed her like a storm claims the sea. Not gently. Not softly. But with force that made her knees tremble. "You can't force me to be your wife," she snapped, lips red with rage. "Then run," Leon said, stepping closer, voice like warm danger, "but I'll still own your shadow." Stark Aaira was born into luxury, used to glitter and games. She partied too late, kissed too carelessly, and trusted no one. Especially not men who wore suits like armor and looked at her like sin. Leon Scott Kennedy wasn't just a man. He was the man...the devil the mafia feared. Cold. Sharp. Broken in places no one dared to touch. And now, he owned her for 365 days. At first, all they did was argue. Her rebellion was loud, stubborn, messy. His silence was deadlier than a bullet. But then came a night when she kissed him first...out of fury, out of confusion. And he kissed back like she was the only thing worth ruining. Their kisses were fire. Their fights were foreplay. And their nights? A mess of tangled sheets, bruised lips, whispered names. He never kissed her soft, and she never let him win easy. But in between the rough hands and locked gazes, there were moments... Moments when he tucked her hair behind her ear and didn't say a word. Moments when she touched his scars and didn't ask where they came from. "You confuse me," she whispered one night, bare skin to bare skin. "Good," he said, brushing his thumb along her jaw. "I hope I burn you alive." Every night, he sat in the dark with one song on repeat, his head bowed, cigarette untouched in his hand: 🎵"I've been through hell And I don't wanna go back You say you love me But what kind of love is that?" It was more than music. It was his confession. And maybe, Somewhere between rebellion and ruin, they begin to fall... Not fast. Not clean. But real.

In Kiss of a Killer, love is the most dangerous weapon, and an assassin's heart might be the hardest target to hit. Will Yoongi pull the trigger on his feelings, or will he risk everything for a future with the woman he was meant to kill?

After the war, Namjoon returns to his small hometown and finds Seokmin, his childhood friend, living quietly beneath the magnolia tree. Seokmin cannot speak, but her silence holds a deep pain. As Namjoon spends more time with her, their bond grows in the peaceful moments they share. The House Beneath the Magnolia Tree is a simple, beautiful love story about healing, understanding, and finding love in silence.

Ally was loud, brilliant, and always ten minutes late. Jung Hoseok was neat, responsible, and allergic to chaos... especially hers. But when a mix-up at the town's wedding registry binds their names on every public bulletin board, Ally and Hoseok fake an engagement just to avoid scandal. What begins as a comedy of errors slowly becomes something real... until the story takes a turn that no one... least of all Hoseok... was ready for.

They were never meant to fall in love...just fall into arguments, over barking dogs and ruined flowerbeds, over fences too tall and glances held too long. Emer Jabir was the thunderstorm that rattled Amara Fernis's quiet world; she was the thorned rose he could never quite avoid. But somewhere between late-night silences and not-quite-kisses under starlit skies, enemies became neighbors, and neighbors became something more. This is the story of a love that bloomed slowly...like ivy over brick...persistent, defiant, and impossible to ignore. Across the fence, their hearts learned how to speak.