Every woman before Blair could step into both roles effortlessly. Except her. People love telling stories about ballerinas becoming their Black Swan like darkness suddenly appears the moment someone finally lets go, but Blair Lockwood has spent her entire life knowing it doesn't work that way. In the Lockwood family, dancing both the White Swan and the Black Swan is practically inherited, and Blair has everything she should need to pull it off. She has the technique and the discipline and the control, yet every time she performs the Black Swan, something still feels missing, like she's reaching for a version of herself she can never fully touch. Then Lovina Ander arrives at the academy and suddenly everybody's attention shifts. Blair thought Lovina was coming for the role. She didn't realize Lovina's attention had been drifting toward her the entire time. And somewhere between rivalry and obsession and the pressure of becoming the dancer her family expects her to be, Blair starts discovering parts of herself she was never supposed to touch.

Sloane is what's left when the truth is taken too early. Luca is what survives when the truth is told too late. They were never meant to stand in the same room without something breaking. Every look is a reminder. Hate should have been enough. It should have stayed simple. Clean. But it doesn't. It fractures. It lingers. It turns into something heavier-something that makes it hard to breathe when the other gets too close. And the closer they get, the more they realize that everything they once felt is starting to burn.

Selena Alexandra Lindström thought her life was ordinary-quiet days filled with books, classrooms, and simple routines. But the moment Valeria La Reina Roja Monteserra walked into her world, everything changed. Love came like fire, consuming, forbidden, and unforgettable. Now, Valeria is gone. Torn away by blood, duty, and shadows that refuse to let her go. All that remains for Selena are memories too vivid to fade, a heart that aches with every sunrise, and a promise she silently carries: to wait for her, no matter how long, no matter how much it hurts. But love has a price. And waiting comes with its own dangers. Forbidden Desires II: The Price of Love is a story of longing and resilience, of how one woman's undying devotion to La Reina Roja Monteserra reshapes her life, her choices, and her destiny. A book of sacrifice, patience, and the haunting truth that some loves are too powerful to let go-even when the world demands otherwise.

"They say Gabriella Montenegro can destroy a city without ever pulling the trigger herself." Anastasia only laughed and lit her cigarette. "Good," she said coldly. "I was getting bored." Born into Russia's most ruthless mafia dynasty, Anastasia Volkov spent her life fighting for power in a world that saw her as disposable. Gabriella Montenegro, Spain's infamous La Sombra, built her empire through fear, manipulation, and bodies no one ever finds. Now both want Japan. Neither plans to share it. "You flirt like a psychopath." Gabriella smiled lazily. "And you kill people when you're annoyed. We all have hobbies, princesa." Between assassination attempts, betrayals, and a growing obsession neither woman wants to admit, two rival empires are dragged into a war led by the most dangerous women alive.

Sometimes we're not even fully aware of how similar hate and love really are. How closely they sit together, how thin the line is between them. One wrong word, one wrong choice, one moment of fear or anger, and you cross it without even realizing you've done so. That's how it had alwags been with Casey Miller and Olivia Lordan. They didn't hate each other for no reason. There were reasons, plenty of them, actually. Old wounds that never healed right, memories that calcified instead of fading, words spoken too young and carried for too long. But were those reasons valid enough? That was the question no one ever asked out loud. Because validity is subjective. Pain doesn't measure itself against intent. Trauma doesn't care how old you were, or what you meant to do. It just exists, heavy and unrelenting, shaping you whether you want it to or not. Everyone has flaws. Everyone has demons they fight in private. Some people turn inward and rot quietly. Some people explode. Some people run. Some people stay and harden. None of it is clean, and none of it is fair. And maybe that was the cruelest part for them. Not the hate. Not the anger. Not even the silence. But the fact that, once upon a time, it had been love, or something dangerously close to it, and that was what made everything else hurt so much more.

She came to the palace to kill a king. But the deeper she goes, the more the lines between enemy and ally blur. Jamila has spent thirteen years burning with vengeance, ever since she watched her parents die in a bombing ordered by King George III. Trained in silence and forged by grief, she hides her blade behind kind eyes and a soft smile. When she's summoned to the royal palace as a servant, it's the perfect chance to strike. But her path to the King is blocked by Princess Zorina: cold, unreadable, and dangerous in ways Jamila never expected. Zorina doesn't trust anyone. Jamila doesn't have the luxury of love. But even the sharpest blade can hesitate at the heart. And when the crown turns its fire on Jamila's people again, she's faced with an impossible choice: al-tha'r aw al-hubb; vengeance, or love. In a palace built on blood, even loyalty can be a lie.

Roommates to enemies to ... something more? **** When Eilidh moved in with Sabrina, she hadn't expected she'd grow to hate her. But, a little over half a year into their lease, and she can't help it. She hates so much about Sabrina: her stupid silver spoon life and her refusal to be grateful towards her family, her messiness, the long list of men she has over to their apartment. She's at her breaking point, and she needs Sabrina to go home to visit her family in Plum Bank, or she's going to lose her mind. And then Sabrina (arguably sweet, maybe silly, entirely unserious Sabrina, who may or may not be aware of Eilidh's feelings towards her) can't get her car to start, and for some reason, Eilidh compulsively offers to drive her home for the holidays. What's worse than living with a horrible roommate? Try being snowed in with her - and her entire family.

I never thought we'd end up here. A family feud, a childhood tragedy, and years of bad timing should have kept us apart. She was fearless, older, untouchable... and somehow I still fancied her. We never spoke. We never resolved the feud. And yet, I couldn't stop noticing her. She got Into an abusive relationship. We had a messy situationship. She went back to her ex. And through it all... the pull between us never died. Now the timing might finally be right... but falling for your "enemy" is never simple. Enemies. Rivals, Heartbreak. And a love worth every messy step.

"Relax," I murmured softly. My voice dropped without me even thinking about it, lower now, closer. "Is this okay?" Charlotte hesitated. I felt it in the way her shoulders shifted beneath the tension, the tiny pause before she answered. Her fingers tightened once more around the armrests. Then loosened slightly. "...Yes." The word came out quieter than before. Careful. Neither of us spoke. Then, after holding there for just a second too long, I leaned forward. Slowly-so slowly it almost felt deliberate enough to give her time to stop me, if she wanted to. The distance between us shrank inch by careful inch, my gaze flickering briefly to her lips before lifting again to her body posture, searching for any sign that I should pull back. But I didn't. And when the last trace of space between us finally disappeared, I kissed her. --- Audrey DuPont is used to the party life, smoking and drinking until the sun comes up, and throwing money without a second thought. But what happens when money can't save her? Charlotte Brown is the polar opposite of the head cheer captain. She's stoic, quiet, smart, and most of all, she isn't a trust fund kid like the rest. The only thing on her mind is graduating and making money. They both want something from each other, but as the thin line blurs between academics and attraction, they'll have to wonder: Is it really worth it?

THE CREATION OF SANGUE NERO or previously known as "SUCH A LOST CAUSE, MARYAH.," is a story about: A girl, Maryah Selena Cattaneo. 23 years of age and fiercer than a lioness protecting her cub learned the meaning of the word 'strong' at a very young age. All whilst she abandoned her childhood to stand in her father's shadow, becoming-his weapon. The one he spent years molding her into. She now has 3 years to show her father that she can exceed his expectations, that she can be the true heiress to the family's dynasty. The family's Prized 'Blood Femme Fatale.' With responsibilities far too heavy for God to hold; she navigates her way through Blackwood University, where the challenges of her father's expectations bleed-soaking everything that surrounds her. Even the forbidden love that lurks behind the pillars she strides by-Lailah Sage Blackwood. Daughter and granddaughter of the Blackwood assassins. Lailah, a quiet storm waiting for her turn to be heard. Patiently waits to be as great as her twin siblings. Alike Maryah, Lailah has her own family struggles. She feels she will never be enough in the eyes of her mother, Liliana. Feeling like a orphan in her own home, especially with smelling the silent judgment that seeps off of her siblings, and with the enabling of her father Micah. With everything to loose and so much more to gain, Lailah welcomes the invisible pull of Maryah and her arrogance. Encounters of eye-rolls, shared haughtiness, generational hatred, and words sharper than a dragon's claw. Secrets, silent steps, and poisonous kisses are what fills the halls of this school for the most elite - Blackwood University. In a world full of power and dynasties. How will Maryah navigate Loss of freedom and friendship? Will the incomparable Maryah Cattaneo finally let the levees break as she welcome the unknown? And how will Lailah overcome broken family dynamics? Will she welcome the storm of her family's past or will she let it wash her away?