Adrianna was happily living her life with her friends at Blythswood Ebonvale Academy, an exclusive boarding school where only the children of the elite are admitted. That was until one fateful day when everything changed. The sudden appearance of her famous yet terrifying older brothers shattered her peaceful life. The story she believed about her biological parents was nothing but a carefully constructed lie. Could the arrival of her brothers be mere coincidence, or is there more to their presence than meets the eye? Will Augusta finally experience the family bond and love she's only ever witnessed through her friends' families? Join Adrianna as she embarks on a journey to uncover her place in this enigmatic family, where everyone seems to love and hate each other in their own peculiar way. This is not the typical cliché Wattpad story of siblings where the older brothers are shining knight in armor and the sister is poor and has endured a life of abuse. Adrianna is not a damsel in distress, but a girl who embodies the perfect balance of warmth and cold resilience. Started: 1st September 2024 Ended: Jan 2026

Jane Caughill: Not a nobody, definitely not a somebody. From a young age Jane knew she was different. She could tell you how many boats were on Lake Mead or a random fact about giraffes if she wanted to. But the one question she can't answer is what she's going to do after college. Being undeniably smart had its pros: an early graduation and a bright future in the medical field. Though, it also had its cons: the constant nagging and reliance everybody had on her. But no matter what, she always found herself helping them. Here's the plan so far: graduate, land a high-paying job in the medical field, live a happy life, the end. But ever since Jane had stepped into that bakery back home as a child, she'd been hooked on the craft. But she's strapped for cash and the pre-med track sounds a whole lot more financially promising. All she needed to do for the next 3 years was keep her head down and work off her pending college loans. The last thing she thought she'd be doing was tutoring some jock. • • • • • • • • Aiden Parker: Definitely not a nobody, and most definitely a somebody. As a three year starter for one of the most prolific college hockey teams in the country he has it all going for him. The looks, the talent, the charm. But when it comes to the classroom he's quite literally failing. With the team nearing playoffs and a sweet chance at the title, Aiden needs to find a way to boost his grades or risk riding the bench. What he wasn't expecting was to be tutored by some chick who could give Einstein a run for his money. She could be a bit shy at times, a bit lost in her thoughts too, but she's exactly what he needs to keep his spot on the team. The two of them strike a deal: she tutors him, he pays her, and that's that. Developing feelings wasn't a part of the deal. But as his feelings fail to dissipate, he begins to realize that maybe winning a championship won't be the sweetest victory after all. Winning the girl is.

A girl in disguise. An heir in hunt. A world divided. Iris Lavera is born into the civilization of the least respected ones. The lineage where it's predicted to birth a curse. A low born who will be the downfall of an entire nation if left alive. For year's their fragile community has been combed by the powerful ones, treated like dirt, and tested to their strip of patience. Being called an abomination for the one person who wasn't even born yet. Or so they believed. The glaze Antar, a magnificent realm sanctioned by tons of wealth, thousands of warriors, four supreme's, and a dominant ruler are braced to annihilate the affliction. Except for someone who seemed quite unbothered by it- the Prince himself, despite it's his head that's at stake. That is until he meets her, a girl forging a fictitious life. He could sense the signs. He should put a bounty on her head. Have her chained in the dungeon to see what she was capable of. Burn her up by the pyre at the first doubt of her being a spy. Instead- he would escort her into his world to see if he could break her enough to make up for all the nights she haunted his dreams. And for all the days he craved her.

He was always watching. She just never knew how close. Aaliyah Alessi had her life mapped out-scrubs on weekdays, freedom on weekends, and dreams she didn't owe to anyone. A love she never agreed to. A bond she was never meant to escape. Lorenzo Moretti is older. Wealthy. Dangerous. The kind of man who doesn't ask. He decides. And he has waited long enough. Cold, calculating, and dangerously obsessed, he's done watching from afar. She belongs to him now-even if she doesn't know it yet. "I don't want your love, Aaliyah. I want your fear. Your surrender. Your breath, caught on my name." She thinks she's free. Untouched. But he's been watching. Waiting. Planning every move since the day she smiled at someone else. "You don't belong to them. You never did." He doesn't ask. He takes. Because Aaliyah was never meant to be out in the world. She was meant to be his. His to break. His to worship. His to ruin. And now that he's close enough to touch her- He won't let go. Even if she begs. This isn't a love story. It's a slow descent. A war between shadows and silk, innocence and obsession. This isn't love. It's obsession wrapped in silk and shadows.

"Tell me, Gianna," he says her name like a caress and a threat combined. "Were you disappointed?" He steps closer. Invasive. Possessive. "That I wasn't fighting? That you didn't get to see the Devil play?" His hand leaves her hair to trace her jawline-that same touch from before, the one that made her breath catch. "Because I don't fight for entertainment," he breathes, thumb brushing the corner of her mouth. "I fight when something is worth fighting for. When something is worth taking." His eyes burn into hers. "And I'm trying to decide, little dancer..." The hand on her jaw tightens just slightly. "Are you worth the war I'd start to keep you?" They say the devil doesn't come with horns. He comes with power, legacy, and a smile that promises ruin. At Halgrave University, last names are weapons and secrets are currency. This is a world built for monsters-heirs raised on violence, dominance, and control. And at the center of it all stands Nikolai Vetrova-cold, untouchable, and feared even by those born into darkness. He was never meant to notice her. She was never meant to survive him. What begins as hostility turns into obsession. What feels like hate bleeds into desire. And the closer she gets, the more she realizes-loving him isn't dangerous. Surviving him is. Because some men don't fall in love. They claim. They ruin. And once the devil touches you, he never lets go. He is the Future Pakhan of the Bratva While she is the Cosa Nostra Princess. ⚠️ CONTENT WARNING: This book contains dark romance themes, explicit sexual content (smut), violence, blood, weapons, criminal activities, morally grey characters, depictions of self-harm, PTSD, trauma responses, and emotionally intense scenes. Reader discretion is strongly advised.

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.

I was never supposed to be on his radar. I do my job, keep my head down, and know better than to stare too long at men like him. But one look turned into a warning. One warning turned into a promise. Now he's everywhere, and suddenly I'm part of a story I never asked to be in. He calls it destiny. I call it my undoing. And in Liberty City, everything's for sale- Except the girl who won't kneel. (House of Verena is a dark cartel-syndicate romance featuring obsession, moral corruption, and power games. This story contains adult themes, graphic content, and morally gray characters.)

PRISHA, a 26-year old girl who is an orphan but has a cute 4-year old son whom she calls her home, had endured very much in her life, beautiful not only from face but by heart, loves her baby very much can go any extent for him, teacher by profession. REVAAN OBEROI, a 29-year old man, A self-made buisnessman, rules the business world , a gym freak, handsome and charming as well, had no interest in love or marriage for him it's just a waste of time, loves his family very much can do anything for them. KIAAN, a 4-year old baby boy, had lost his parents at the age of 2, adopted by Prisha, loves his mumma very much, a school going kid, always dream of having a big family. What will made them marry each other? How will the love bloom between them? Let's dive into the journey of Prisha and Revaan to know.

nepenthe (n.) medicine for sorrow; a person or thing that can aid in forgetting pain or sorrow 𖤓 Elodie is no stranger to sorrow, it was ever present in her life. At eleven years old she had learned that to try to rid of it was fruitless, and that once you stop fighting it becomes like a blackbird on your shoulder- present but not excruciatingly painful anymore. But when she is taken in by her biological family, her whole view on how she should live is forever changed. Or... In which Elodie is finally reunited with her family after eight years. However, like all things in life, she's changed. She isn't the only one keeping secrets,will these secrets finally air themselves out or will they continue to fester underneath the surface.

"𝐏𝐥𝐚𝐲 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐦𝐞, 𝐤𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧... 𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐞." My parents say I was violent even as a child. That rage lived in my bones before I learned how to name it. My friends say I have a destructive personality, that people should keep their distance from me if they value their peace. They aren't wrong. My mind and my heart were never calm. There was always noise inside me restless, burning, demanding release. Whatever stood in front of me felt breakable, and my control vanished before I even realized it was slipping. Then she walked into my life. Paruskha Solanki. My rival's sister. Soft. Untouched. A beautiful rose growing where she never should have. She was never meant to matter. At first, she was nothing more than a bet. A distraction. One careless week meant to satisfy my boredom and prove my power. But for the first time in my life... things didn't go the way I planned. I am the leader of The Velvet. The college fears me. One look in my eyes, and they know-I am the storm they cannot survive. And she was forbidden. Untouchable. The one line I should never have crossed. I knew I should have stayed away. But I broke that rule anyway. Now... I don't just want her. I need her. I need to feel her presence to calm the chaos around me. I need her touch to anchor the rage that constantly claws at my skin. I want to leave my mark so deep that she can never forget who changed her, who pulled her apart and forced her to become something stronger. I crave control not just over her body, but her thoughts, her will, her soul. To watch her fall... and rise again only because I allow it. But I forgot one thing. Roses have thorns. And they draw blood. My kitten thinks she can push me away. She's wrong. It's already too late. And she doesn't know this yet but my favourite colour has always been crimson. { A Standalone} | | MATURE CONTENT 18+ | |