After her mother's unexpected passing, Gemma is sent to live with a group of strange men who don't seem overly fond of her being there. Their secrets, their strange rules and behaviour make Gemma want to run; to hide, to go back in time to when everything felt safe again. But life doesn't always play the way's expected, and Gemma's life of before can only stay as that: in the past. Top Rankings: 6/11/2025: #1 in grief 7/1/2026: #1 in friendship 9/1/2026: #2 in siblings 13/1/2026: #1 in mystery 1/2/2026: #2 in selectivemutism 7/4/2026: #2 in brothers 8/4/2026: #1 in anxiety

"I hate you." "Are you sure? I don't think I got a fair chance." "I am." "Are you very sure?" "Has anyone ever told you that you're full of yourself?" "No." "Well, they should." ·̩̩̥͙＊*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚＊·̩̩̥͙ Her definition of perfect was quiet and dull. He was anything but. Theo Parker was full of life; smiles always lighting his face and a camera on him, ready to snap a photo at any given moment along with almost living at the basketball court. Smiling at anyone who looked his way. She wanted to hate him, but she couldn't find it in her to do so. He defined perfection as impossible. Until he met her. He was aware of the glares and harsh words she sent his way, but under what seemed like not so subtle hatred she was smart and caring. Camilla Moretti didn't need anyone's approval or cared about their opinions. She didn't need anyone, and he admired that. Sometimes staying is easier than leaving; but maybe leaving would've been more simple. ·̩̩̥͙＊*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚＊·̩̩̥͙ I just wish someone would stay

𝐈𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐜𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐡, 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐭𝐨 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐨𝐲 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐚 𝐫𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐝𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐮𝐛𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐟𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭. ❛ You spent a decade begging God for my attention, malyshka. Now you're on your knees for it. So don't choke on the darkness you were so desperate to taste... ❜ explicit smut in my very dark books, be aware of what you're reading.

"You wanna stay alive?" The old man asks, eyes fierce with conviction as he speaks to me, "Real world or underground, be aware of the Blacks, kid. It's the best advice one can give." I hide a grin. I live with them, after all. "Be aware?" I ask in response, "Not be beware?" "Both," The old man nods solemnly. ~~~ Alina Black, the eldest of the Black siblings, is consumed by the future. Aurora Black, the youngest and most unaware, is obsessed with the past. Both sisters wake up and go to sleep with the same word on their lips: survival. Their seven brothers stumble through the present, recklessly, in ignorance of the word. Finally reunited, the siblings must reckon not only with themselves and each other, but also the chaos of human existence - especially their family's extravagant, immoral one. ~~~ OR more briefly: The one where a long lost sister returns to her mafia family (by stalking them) with a very not cliche plot (right from the beginning, because she's proactive and stalks them) but some cliche moments that everyone loves (like the second oldest brother being the gentlest with her).

Amalia Romano has been putting her heart back together, piece by piece after her high school boyfriend broke it four years ago, when he left the city with his mother and little sister. Amalia thinks she'll never see him again until she does at her friends bachelorette party. Only she wakes up the next day in his bed, but disappears before he wakes up and spends the rest of the day ignoring him before the journey back home. But then things start coming back to her from their drunken night: laughs, jokes. Oh, and their walk down the aisle in a Las Vegas chapel before they were married by an Elvis impersonator. As soon as she realises that she's married to the boy who unknowingly broke her into a thousand pieces when he left, she wants to divorce him. But an opportunity comes up for her to advance her business, however it's a club strictly for married ladies. He agrees, but the real question is: will this fake marriage transform into a real one? COVER CREATED BY @sugarhighstoned

Eliza is six years old, and she and her mother have been alone for what feels like forever. After recently being diagnosed with Autism, Eliza is forced to face the challenges of the world while experiencing them differently to most children her age. What makes it worse? Eliza's father shows up at the door one day, demanding that Eliza is returned to him after four years of not knowing where she is, since her mother took her away. She agrees to for her daughters sake, under one condition: she comes with her. So they return to their old home-which is full of memories and brothers. Eliza's twin brother (Easton) was left when their mother fled, as were the rest of Eliza's siblings, leaving blockage in all their bonds. COVER BY: @sugarhighstoned

"Breathe." He dipped his head down so that his lips were right at my ear, his strong arm wrapped securely around my waist, molding my body into his. "If you're going to fall apart,." He starts, teeth gritted. "Now's the time. I'll be here to put you back together when it's over." I squeezed my eyes shut again, and I did just that. I fell apart. ******* Secrets. Lies. Deception. Murder. I'd seen and done it all. And not willingly. So I left. I sacrificed my freedom to save myself, and the only way to ensure my own safety was to start over. Clean slate. New people. New me. But the last thing I expected when I arrived at Manonwell Prep Academy was to be bombarded by a boy-no, a man who held some unknown vendetta against me. Call it obsession, infatuation, hatred. To me it was all one in the same. He was everywhere I turned, like a shadow. Watching me. Taunting me. Haunting me. And it was all because of something I did to him a long time ago. It was something so bad that he couldn't stand me, that he wanted me dead, and the idea of making my life a living hell was something that he took pride in. But I didn't remember. I had no clue what I could've done to him in the past, but he was hellbent on pushing me until I did. My plans on starting over were shattered the minute I stepped inside that school. He was the type of person that demanded your attention without having to speak. He was untamed and wild and unhinged. But what he didn't know was that the Winter Travers that he knew in past, the one I didn't remember, was no longer alive. I was different. She was gone and I was here. And he was everything I should've been afraid of. Sinister, quiet, manipulative, but I knew it would be a cold day in hell before I let him win. Ronan was like gasoline waiting to be doused on the fire that inside me, and if he was ready to burn, then so was I.

At just eight years old, Isabella Parker was pulled away from everything she knew - her four older brothers, childhood friends, the only home she'd ever have. Her parents had divorced, and she moved to New York with her Dad to start over. Visits were planned. Contact with her brothers was promised. Neither of which, ever happened. Eight years later, Izzy is sixteen and being dragged back to the place she once called home, forced to reunite with the boys she resents. Caught between a life she doesn't recognise, and the chaos of first love, Izzy must navigate new wounds and break old loyalties, while trying not to fall apart in the process. #1 in sibling bond #1 in sister bond #1 in brother bond #1 in mummyissues #1 in dysfunctional family #1 in new school

Anastasiya has been alone since before she could remember. She's used to abuse, to torment, to being a victim to bullies and their nasty ways. She doesn't have a family, and she's okay with that. That's the way it's always been. Until it isn't. She's pulled out of her school lesson on the day of her thirteenth birthday by her new guardian: her oldest brother. She's thrusted into a new life - although it doesn't differ from her last one too much. Surrounded by a family she feels doesn't care for her and other children who make it their personal mission to ruin Anastasiya's already terrible days, she's forced to deal with a whirlwind of emotions that plague her as well as combat the plethora of problems that come to her while being completely alone, with nobody by her side.