There is a photograph. First birthday. The whole family around the long table - candles lit, cake centred, everyone leaning toward Isabella reaching for the flame, everyone laughing, everyone looking at the same thing. At the edge of the frame, barely in it, a small dark-haired girl in a white dress is looking at the candle. Not at her family. Not at her sister. Not at the camera. Just at the candle. Quiet. Still. Already, at one year old, watching the warmth from a slight distance. Nobody remembers who took the photograph. It was never framed. Never put in an album. Found years later in a box in the study, loose, slightly creased, as though it had simply been waiting. Her name is Serena Marchetti. The second twin. Born eleven minutes after her sister into a room already arranged around someone else - and she stayed that way, at the edge of things, for as long as the Marchettis of Milan would let her. This is not the story they would tell about her. This is hers.

Lowly. Illegitimate. Disgraceful. Amaryllis bore the weight of whispers and stares, a child born out of debauchery. She was raised behind iron gates and velvet curtains, in a family whose name was spoken only in lowered voices. A mafia dynasty, steeped in blood and loyalty. Yet even within that empire of power, she remained a shadow in the presence of her brothers, seen but never truly known. However her heart, vast and unyielding, loved them unconditionally. But life is both fragile and cruel. When terminal illness claimed her, she carried it alone behind fragile smiles, unwilling to darken the days of those she adored. Only one wish bloomed before the end, "I hope their feelings might change, even if it's temporary." And when that time comes... Please bring flowers to my funeral. ── ─ ┈┈┈┄┄╌╌ ⚠️ Trigger Warning: This story contains sensitive and potentially distressing themes, including psychological trauma and mature content. Note - The terminal illness described in this story is entirely fictional and included solely for storytelling purposes. - Cover: Canva © 2026 [CherylZielle]. All rights reserved. Do not copy or distribute without permission.

Title: Crimson Asphalt, Whispered Hearts "Love isn't sweet in this world. It's violent, messy, and slow like poison. This is a tale of two damaged boys: one with fists full of fire, and the other with a heart shattered into silence. Together, they burn. Together, they heal. If you're ready for the ride, fasten your helmet-this is not your typical love story. This is crimson asphalt and whispered hearts." Genre: BL, College AU, Slow Burn, Hurt/Comfort, Found Family, Motorcycle Racing, Angst with Healing, Protective Male Lead Plot Summary: In a world of roaring engines, gasoline, and chaos-Rivan Alezander rules the roads. Untouchable. Unreachable. Unloved. His heart is encased in iron and chains, broken long ago. He lives for one thing: speed. But then, enters Eren Vale-a boy so soft, so quiet, that even the wind seems louder than him. He walks through campus like a shadow, unnoticed by the world. Except Rivan notices. For the first time in years, something-someone-pulls him in. Rivan doesn't understand it. He wants to protect him. He wants to break him. He wants to hear his voice. He wants to touch that untouched softness. He wants to ruin him. He wants to save him. But Eren? Eren flinches when people raise their voice. Eren has nightmares that make him wake up gasping. Eren's wrists are too thin, like he's been broken before. So begins a dance of darkness and light. Two broken souls-one masked by fists, the other by silence. One who doesn't feel, and one who's afraid to.

Ira Verma never imagined her new job would land her inside the cold, echoing walls of the Rathore estate-a mansion guarded by silence, secrets, and the brooding presence of the man she's been hired to care for. Devraj Singh Rathore, heir to one of the most powerful families in India, is feared by many and understood by none. Bound to a wheelchair after a brutal attack, he shows no emotion, no warmth... and certainly no interest in the woman tending to him. At least, that's what Ira believes. What she doesn't know is that behind his still gaze lies a storm-dark, obsessive, and dangerously fixated on her. He watches when she's not looking, collects pieces of her she never gave, and burns with jealousy every time his younger brother dares to flirt with her. But Ira has a life outside this mansion. A fiancé her family chose. A future she thought she wanted. Devraj is done pretending. And when obsession begins to crack through restraint, Ira must face a chilling truth: You can only run so far... when the one who craves you is already inside your world.

DARK ROMANCE ! Cheating, very twisted, obsessive ML, a lot of trauma... 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.

UPDATE - February 2026 Seven Days in May has been removed from Wattpad as it prepares for publication on Kindle. The book will be available on Kindle Unlimited as well as in paperback. Thank you so much to everyone who read, commented, cried, argued, and stayed with these characters. Your support, messages, and enthusiasm have meant more to me than I can properly express. I'll share publishing news and release details here as soon as I'm able. A 17 year relationship A 16 year marriage A seven-month affair Seven days to implode it all. When David Harrington -high-powered corporate lawyer, flawless husband, doting father -walks through his front door on a quiet Sunday morning, he brings more than the scent of another woman on his skin. He brings a secret that could burn his perfect life to the ground. Emily Harrington -bestselling author, razor-sharp, unknowingly betrayed - trusts her instincts, but even she isn't prepared for how fast everything unravels. Seven Days in May is a sharp, shattering portrait of love, lies, and the moment everything falls apart https://www.tiktok.com/@lola_lovesparis https://www.facebook.com/profile.php? https://open.spotify.com/playlist/1uoptfoogWScDIfzPAolHG

Title: "Bandhan: Mohabbat ke Karz Mein" Plot Summary: Mahir is a seedha-saadha boy from Lucknow - soft-spoken, humble, aur sabki madad karne waala. He grew up with strong values, respecting women, elders, and doing everything for his family. But one day, his world turns upside down when he discovers his family owes a massive debt to a dangerous mafia syndicate. To repay the debt, Mahir is taken as a "slave" by Aarush - a powerful, cold-hearted mafia boss from Mumbai who believes emotions make a man weak. Aarush doesn't trust anyone and rules with fear. But Mahir's soft nature and innocence slowly start to shake his walls. ---

This is the story of a innocent girl Akta and A billinior business men Kabir ... Akta is a cute and traditional girl ...who love her family very much ...she could die for there happiness and trust there friend unconditional... Kabir is a cruel business men.. who don't know what is family and family love ...He think there is nothing which can't buy by money ...when he like anything then he get that by hook or by crook . Let's what going to happened in there life when Kabir lay his eyes on Akta .will Akta change Kabir or she is going to be the puppet of Kabir's Hand.... Best Rank - #4 Collage (09/11/2022) #1 phycho (14/11/2022) #5 Madness (19/11/2022) #5 Indian ( 11/12/2022) .

"Don't open the door, Ruhi," Bianca warned me. "You'll let the monsters in." I should have listened. God, I should have listened. But my humanity was louder than my fear. And when the knocking came, I answered. I didn't Ist open the door to a stranger. I opened it to my own destruction. He didn't steal my heart. He stole my soul and the last piece of my sanity. And he wasn't the only one waiting in the dark. Pain blurred into silence. Tears blurred into surrender. In the end, it wasn't about love. It wasn't even about survival. It was about who could take more from me and how much of myself I was willing to lose before I stopped fighting. "You look beautiful when you bleed." He ran the blade down my hip. "Aarohi, my Ruhi. Isn't that what your name means? My beautiful soul. I will turn your soul so dark, you will forget what light feels like." He pressed it further, but I did not hiss. I did not want to give him the satisfaction of seeing me in pain. "How long will you hold on, Ruh? The prouder you are, the harder the fall will be." He grazed his teeth down to my hip bone, where the wound just opened, and he bit down hard so my hips bled more. That was what Acheron Delatore was. A soul sucking demon from the depths of hell and I was his lifeline.

Kavya never expected to find her place at the prestigious Delhi International School, but then she met Reyansh Malhotra. What started as a chance encounter in the corridor blossomed into an unbreakable friendship that became the envy of their entire school. For three years, they were inseparable-sharing dreams, secrets, and a bond so deep that Kavya began to see their friendship through rose-colored glasses. As Class XII approaches its end, Kavya realizes her feelings have grown beyond friendship. Watching Reyansh laugh with her, walk her to the local bus stop every day while his family's driver waited with their BMW, and treat her like she's the most important person in his world, she decides to take the leap and confess her love. But on the day she plans to open her heart, Kavya witnesses Reyansh asking Sanya-the popular, wealthy girl she can't stand-to be his date for the farewell party. Heartbroken and hiding behind the school pillars, Kavya overhears a conversation that destroys everything she believed about their friendship. To his friends questioning why he'd never consider dating Kavya, Reyansh's response is devastating: she's from a middle-class family on merit scholarship while he's from South Delhi elite society. Their "standards are too different," and being with her would hurt his reputation in their social circle. To him, she's nothing more than a charity case-his good deed, not his equal. In one crushing moment, Kavya discovers that three years of what she thought was genuine friendship was just pity from a rich boy playing the noble savior. Some hearts aren't meant to be given away, and some truths, once heard, can never be forgotten. A story about friendship, betrayal, class differences, and the painful lesson that love doesn't always conquer the divide between South Delhi mansions and middle-class apartments. COMPLETE ON SCROLLSTACK