"Y-You smoke too m-much," Arabella pouted, but she's already sliding the cigarette from his fingers gentle as anything, stubbing it out in the soil of the tiny damn succulent, she'd placed on his desk like a fucking ashtray with leaves-the same one he somehow hasn't killed yet. Lucien stared at her. His green eyes catching the adorable smile already brightening her face again. No one touched his things. No one. Yet she's touching his hand now her thumb brushing his knuckles where the skin's gone slightly rough, and his chest did whatever the fucking fluttery thing it always did when she looked at him like that. "And you" he started voice wrecked already. Fucking pathetic. "You talk too much." But he didn't even mean it. Honestly, he could drown in the beautiful, soft sound pouring from those rosy lips. Those rosy lips that seemed to babble about anything and everything. Those very lips he so desperately craved on his. Fuck. 𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ🐿️་༘࿐ She's sunshine in a broken world-bubbly, kind, stuttering through her wildest thoughts, finding beauty in colorful flowers and joy in silly romance novels. He's ice in a tailored suit, CEO of a company he never wanted, grumpy at 6 AM, hell, even grumpy at midnight, smoking through his stress just to feel something burn. She talks too much when she's excited. And that's basically always. He hasn't had a real conversation in years. And frankly, he doesn't care to. She's struggling, working in various jobs and surviving on croissants and hope, escaping a past that still texts her at 2 AM. He's rich, cold, avoiding his parents' weekly "why are you still single" dinners by working himself into the ground. She's all soft edges and "have a lovely day" to strangers. He's all sharp lines and "get out of my fucking face" before coffee. They shouldn't fit. They don't fit. Yet somehow she's the only one whose blabber he doesn't want to silence with harsh words but with sweet kisses. 𔓘ARR𔓘

*Rule number one: stay invisible.* *Rule number two: never get in Damian Cole's way.* *Rule number three: definitely don't let him notice you.* I broke all three. I'm Stacy Hayes. 100L. Nobody. The girl people trip in the walkway and forget exists. Until he saw me drop my books. Damian Cole. 200L. Campus king. Cold. Dangerous. The guy who doesn't talk... until he does. And the day he did, my life was over. First it was a sketch of me hidden in his notebook. Then it was "Don't touch her." in the middle of the walkway. Then it was him walking into my lecture hall and saying two words in front of 200 people: *"Look at her."* Now the whole campus is watching. The girls hate me. The guys are scared of me. And Damian? He calls me "good girl" like he owns me. I don't understand him. But God help me, I can't stop looking back. I can't believe he is this nice to me or are they others. He gave me rules which was ruled out with a kiss, but more plot twist started generating. But they faced it all together even when it was like they were seperated they still came back together. *A dark college romance about being claimed by the one person you should run from.*

The first time I met General Alexander Reeves, I thought he was exactly the kind of man women should run from. I was right. Just not for the reason I thought. We weren't supposed to be a love story. He was a thirty-two-year-old Supreme Commander with a reputation built on ice and military steel. I was a twenty-two-year-old nursing student desperately trying to keep my sick father alive. It started with a date. It quickly turned into a proposition. One year. Separate bedrooms. No interference in each other's lives. A marriage built entirely on duty and a five-year friendship between our fathers. It was the perfect contract. Completely foolproof. Except for one unwritten rule that neither of us understood until it was entirely too late. *Don't fall in love.* Some hearts just refuses to follow orders

𝐃𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞 𝐑𝐮𝐬𝐬𝐨 is a man Italy has learned to fear. Ruthless, merciless, and seated at the head of a blood-soaked empire, he has never been known for forgiveness. His unfaithful wife learned that before her death. Now, the only person Dante cares for is his five-year-old son, Matteo. When Matteo needs a nanny, Dante makes his expectations painfully clear. He wants someone he will never look at twice. An old woman. A nun. Anyone incapable of becoming another temporary desire. Then Sister 𝐃𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐥𝐚𝐡 steps into his mansion. At twenty-one, Delilah has known nothing beyond the walls of the church. Gentle, painfully innocent, and carrying wounds she has been taught to call punishment, she arrives in Italy believing she has been sent to care for a lonely little boy. She knows nothing of the criminal empire surrounding her. Nothing of the blood on Dante Russo's hands. And nothing of the way he looks at her. She was supposed to be invisible to him. Instead, the quiet little nun becomes the only temptation the devil cannot ignore. And Dante Russo has never been a man who denies himself what he wants.

𝐕𝗂ⱺᥣ𝖾𝗍 𝐏α𝗋𝗄𝖾𝗋 "𝑰𝒇 𝒍𝒊𝒇𝒆 𝒈𝒊𝒗𝒆𝒔 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒍𝒆𝒎𝒐𝒏𝒔... 𝒎𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒍𝒆𝒎𝒐𝒏𝒂𝒅𝒆. 𝑰𝒇 𝒍𝒊𝒇𝒆 𝒈𝒊𝒗𝒆𝒔 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝒍𝒆𝒎𝒐𝒏𝒔... 𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒏 𝒂 𝒍𝒆𝒎𝒐𝒏𝒂𝒅𝒆 𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒑." 𝐂ɦα𝗌𝖾 𝐊𝗂𐓣𝗀𝗌ᥣ𝖾𝗒 "𝑺𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒑𝒆𝒐𝒑𝒍𝒆 𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒗𝒆. 𝑺𝒐 𝑰 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒑𝒑𝒆𝒅 𝒆𝒙𝒑𝒆𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒎 𝒕𝒐 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒚." ───୨ৎ──── Violet Parker believes life is much easier with lemonade, oversized hoodies, and random conversations with pigeons. Getting lost on the first day of university? Normal. Accidentally roasting strangers? Also normal. Becoming neighbors with the grumpiest hockey captain on campus? ...That definitely wasn't part of the plan. Chase Kingsley likes silence, black coffee, and routines that never change. His mornings begin at 5:15 a.m., and his evenings end with coffee on the balcony. He has absolutely no interest in loud freshmen. Unfortunately for him... His new neighbor is Violet. Between escaped rubber ducks, loud music, ridiculous conversations, burnt toast, lemonade, coffee, and countless unexpected moments, two completely different worlds slowly begin to collide. Violet became Chase's favorite kind of chaos. And Chase became the one person Violet never knew she was waiting for. A slow burn about finding Home in the most unexpected person. ---

★Ranking★ #1 in overprotective on 23/05/26 #1 in friendsfoever on 10/07/26 #2 in overpossessive on 22/05/26 #3 in Italian on 22/05/26 "𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝 𝐁𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐓𝐨 𝐇𝐢𝐦... 𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐇𝐞 𝐁𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐓𝐨 𝐇𝐞𝐫." People feared Alessandro Rossi. Not the normal kind of fear. Not the kind where people whispered rumors and moved on with their lives. No. They feared him the way people feared death itself. Governments avoided speaking against him. Powerful men lowered their eyes when he entered a room. News channels never mentioned his name unless they wanted accidents to suddenly happen. Alessandro Rossi was power. Darkness. Violence wrapped in expensive black suits. And everybody knew one thing about him: He had no weakness. Until her. ____ "Sir, the meeting is ready." Alex didn't answer immediately. He stood silently beside the massive glass window of his penthouse in New York, one hand inside his pocket while the city lights burned beneath him like stars. Cold. Untouchable. Dangerous. Matteo waited near the door carefully. Even after years beside him, Alex's silence could still make people nervous. Then finally- "Where is she?" His deep voice filled the room quietly. Matteo sighed internally. Of course. Not business. Not weapons. Not the politicians downstairs begging for his partnership. Her. "She's asleep, boss." Alex's eyes softened slightly. Only slightly. Enough to shock anyone who noticed. "She ate?" "Yes." "She took her medicine?" "Yes." "She cried again?" Matteo hesitated for one second too long. Alex slowly turned around. And suddenly the room felt colder. "She missed you," Matteo admitted carefully. A dangerous silence followed. Then Alex grabbed his coat immediately. "The meeting?" Matteo asked. "Cancel it." "But?-" "I said cancel it."

Nearly eighteen years have passed since Willow was allowed to simply exist. Raised in locked rooms and silence, she learned rules without ever being told they were wrong-so she steps into freedom bright-eyed and reckless, all summer dresses and soft wonder, finding joy in everything the world kept from her. Willow is sunshine with sharp edges: independent, curious, too kind for her own safety... and still unaware that what she survived was abuse until someone shows her what choice actually feels like. Byron Ferrari isn't that someone because he's gentle. He's twenty-four, a billionaire built from old money, grief and discipline, running a ruthless security empire and a stricter life. Control is how he breathes. Anxiety is how he loves. He doesn't want to cage Willow, he wants to keep her close because losing people is the only thing he's ever been good at. Byron is forced to learn the difference between protection and possession all while unintentionally turning her into a spoiled brat who craves his attention and affection. Willow walked into his immaculate kitchen, barefoot, carrying a fistful of wildflowers like contraband. Byron stared at the mud. Then at her. "Absolutely not." She smiled, radiant. 'Absolutely yes.' She signed. Ten minutes later, Byron was on his knees, gently cleaning the soles of her feet while she hummed. Tropes: Sunshine x Grumpy • Morally Grey Protector • He Falls First • Found Family • Touch-Consent • Fast paced • Lake House / Summer Vibes • Chosen Autonomy • spoiled MFC #1 sunshine #1 soft #1 old money #1 spoiled

Sometimes home isn't a place. Sometimes it's a person. Ellie has spent years surviving. Balancing work, online studies, overdue bills, and the quiet loneliness that comes with believing you have to carry everything on your own. Love is something she gives freely to everyone else-but never something she expects in return. Then one ordinary Monday morning, a runaway Dobermann knocks her flat on the pavement. His owner is quiet, guarded, and frustratingly difficult to read. Asher has built a life around fixing broken things. Cars are easy. Engines make sense. People don't. After losing the person who meant the most to him, he's convinced that keeping everyone at arm's length is the safest way to live. Neither of them is looking for love. But somewhere between shared coffees, stolen glances, quiet acts of kindness, and a dog determined to play matchmaker, two wounded hearts slowly begin to discover that healing isn't something you have to do alone. Because sometimes the bravest thing you can do... ...is let someone stay. When We Found Home is a heartfelt slow-burn romance about grief, healing, family, second chances, and discovering that the place you've been searching for all along isn't a place at all. It's home.

Alexander didn't cheat. He just gave someone else his attention, his laughter, and the smiles that used to belong to his wife. And she watched him drift, not to another woman's bed, but to her presence. Her laugh. The way she made him feel seen in a room full of people. Everything he found in someone else - Zara had been giving him all along. Eight years of marriage. One little boy who loved them both. And Zara standing in the middle of it all - wondering when she became the woman he stopped choosing. She warned him. Three times. The first - he dismissed her. The second - he called her jealous. The third - he called her insecure. So she stopped warning him altogether. And stopped waiting. Love wasn't enough... and now it might be too late.

Athalia Parker Quinn is a soft-hearted, bubbly 19 year old with an unsafe life. Levi Kingston is a grumpy, tattooed 22 year old with a hand to help.