Some stories are written. Others are dared. Aria Devraj has written hundreds of pages about love - but never lived it. When she's invited to an elite writers' retreat in the mountains, she expects quiet inspiration. What she finds instead is a dinner table full of brilliant strangers, secrets that taste like wine, and a man whose presence feels like a slow undoing. Reyan Wolfe is unreadable, magnetic, and dangerous in the way intelligence becomes obsession. He sees through her defenses. And he offers her something no one else has: the chance to write desire - not on paper, but in skin. But at a retreat where everyone is writing a lie, some dares can unravel more than hearts. A slow-burn, psychological romance about intimacy, ambition, and the stories we live before we write them.

𝘚𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘰𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘳. Adelina Vitale was three years old when she vanished. Stolen from the safety of her father's empire and buried beneath a new name, a new home, and a mother who called her precious with one hand while hurting her with the other. Thirteen years later, she's still alive - but survival doesn't mean living. She's quiet. Too quiet. Gentle in the way broken things are. No one sees the bruises under her sleeves or the way her voice folds in on itself when she speaks. No one, until the wrong man notices - and the right men finally remember who she is. Six brothers. One farther. A legacy of blood and gold and all the pain that comes with it. But Adelina is not the same girl they lost. And the house she's returning to doesn't feel like home - not when her body flinches at kindness and she's forgotten how to feel safe in her own skin. This is not a story about a mafia princess who was saved. This is a story about all the ways she didn't die - and the slow, aching road to becoming someone who wants to live.

Breanna was left at the orphanage when she was still a baby. They say it was to protect her. But nothing protected her from the pain that came later. Raised amid daily abuse, she learned to fend for herself, until, after the death of her adoptive parents, she is forced to live with her biologist parents and her seven brothers who abandoned her. They are rich, influential... and dangerous. Breanna soon realizes that the truth behind her past is intertwined with secrets much bigger and darker than she ever imagined. A family involved with the mafia. And a girl trying to figure out if it is still possible to trust, love... or survive. Breanna will have to decide if she can trust the one who left her behind or if she should run away before it is too late. ***** "What are you so afraid of, Sorella?" Elijah asks me worriedly. "Of destroying what little I have left," I whisper before being dragged into the darkness. Note: This story may contain sensitive themes such as abuse, drug use, and eating and psychological disorders.

They say blood is thicker than water. But they don't tell you its the blood of the covenant and the water of the womb. Lavinia Selwyn is everything her parents ever wanted in a daughter. And she's never tried to be anything else. She's a poster-girl pureblood Slytherin who is in all the right crowds and making all the right friends from the moment she sets foot on the train to Hogwarts. She's top in her class and the envy of every girl at Hogwarts. But as pressure from her parents mounts, the disgusted stares of the other houses and the constant insults of the Marauders start to get to Lavinia and her perfect facade begins to crack. Before she knows it, she's struggling to function, practically screaming for help and no one seems to notice. Well. No one who would want to help her anyway. Sirius Black is the last person Lavinia would go to for help.