Serenity Davidson has no time for strays. She's too busy running Greensboro's best soul food catering business and keeping her mama happy. But when they find a starving, half-dead man collapsed on their front porch, Serenity does what she does best: she feeds him. He says his name is Kevin. He says he's an unemployed factory worker with "bad asthma." He is lying. He is Lorenzo Moretti, the ruthless Don of the Sicilian Mafia, battered and hiding in plain sight. He intended to heal, exact his revenge, and disappear. But after weeks of Serenity's pot roast, her warm bed, and her bossy attitude, Lorenzo realizes he has a new addiction. He's not just going to take back his empire. He's taking the cook with him.

Katha was only 25 when she chose her daughter over her husband. Vedant wanted a son. When Vedika was born, he withdrew-never holding her, never celebrating her, never seeing her as more than a burden. So Katha did what generations of women were told not to- she divorced him. She left. She walked away from silence, from a loveless marriage, and from a house that never saw her daughter. She returned home to Kashi, hoping to rebuild something soft, safe, and loving for Vedika. What she didn't expect... was Rudraksh Thakur. Her first love. Her ex boyfriend. The boy who broke her. Now a man who won't stop fighting to earn her back. Where Vedant failed, Rudraksh rises. As a father to Vedika. As a lover to Katha. Because no matter what time took from him-she was always his. But after everything.. he did to her in the past... Will Katha be able to give him a second chance? Will Katha let herself be loved again-by the man who once shattered her? **** "Rudraksh... I have a daughter..." Katha whispered against his lips. His hand slid to her bare waist beneath the saree, pulling her closer, his lips brushing against her neck. Slowly, he began to kiss her there. She gasped, but he didn't stop. "No, Katha..." he murmured, voice low and certain. "Vedika is our daughter." Tropes: • Single Mother x First love • Second Chances • Obsessive but Soft Hero • Small Town / Kashi Romance • Old school Romance

He promised her marriage... and she believed him. But on their wedding day, he vanished without a trace - leaving her heartbroken and carrying his child. Two months later, he came back. Not to apologize. Not to love her. But to force the marriage he once abandoned. Why did he leave her on that day? Can she forgive him... or will this marriage destroy her all over again?

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.

He blocked her in. She shut him down. Now, the whole town is waiting for the explosion. Sage Woodson didn't come back to Liberty Creek to fall in love. She came to bury her grandfather, sell his estate, and get back to her life as a high-powered Chicago ER nurse. She has a plan, a timeline, and zero patience for the locals. Especially not for the arrogant Fire Captain driving a midnight-blue F-150 who thinks he owns the road. Captain Connor Stapleton is used to being the hero. He's used to respect. He is not used to a curly-haired tourist publicly questioning his manhood in a crowded coffee shop parking lot. They were supposed to be enemies. But when Sage inherits her grandfather's rusted-out 1969 Chevelle, she realizes the only mechanic in town skilled enough to save it is the very man she swore to avoid. A wager is struck: Connor has one week to get the engine running. If he fails, Sage leaves for good. If he succeeds? She owes him a date. But late nights in a humid garage have a way of blurring the lines between fighting and flirting. As the engine roars to life, so does a possessive, feral hunger that neither of them expected. Connor doesn't just want a date. He wants to ruin her for anyone else. And Sage is realizing that the only thing scarier than leaving... might be staying. Small town. Big truck. Massive attitude.

Kalyani and Agastya have been married for six years. They have the perfect life- good health, great wealth and two beautiful children. As they are healing from a recent trauma, their past visits their present disrupting their happiness. Disclaimer: THE CHARACTERS, EVENTS AND ENTITIES DEPICTED IN THIS BOOK ARE ENTIRELY FICTIONAL. ANY SIMILARITY TO ACTUAL PERSONS, LIVING OR DEAD, IS PURELY COINCIDENTAL. NO OFFENCE TO ANY PERSON OR COMMUNITY IS INTENDED.

She's cold, untouchable, and used to being feared. He's the one man who's not afraid to get too close. Isabella Black doesn't do fear. She doesn't do help. And she definitely doesn't do protection. As the icy CEO of Blackstone Enterprises, she's built a world where no one gets close - and anyone who tries is crushed. But when threats start slipping past her security, the board sends her a solution she didn't ask for: Cade Wolfe. Ex-military. Sharp-eyed. Silent. And not the type to take orders from anyone - not even her. He's supposed to be her bodyguard. A shadow in the background. But Cade sees what no one else does: the cracks in her armor, the pain she hides, and the war she's waging behind those cold eyes. They're complete opposites - fire and ice, control and chaos. But the danger circling them is personal. It's tied to both their pasts. And the deeper he digs, the closer he gets to the truth... And to her. Enemies are closing in. Secrets are bleeding out. And the one thing Isabella swore she'd never give - is the one thing Cade won't stop taking. A slow-burn, high-heat romance full of power games, dark secrets, and a love that could ruin them both.

He wasn't heartless. Just... unconvinced. Of love. Of women. Of promises that sound too pretty to be true. She wasn't broken. Just quietly aching. To be seen. To be wanted for who she is, not who she's expected to be. He inherited empires. She inherited emptiness. And when fate ties them together, love doesn't enter gently- It cracks the walls, shakes the ground, and demands to be felt. Loving Through Your Darkness Two hearts. One lie. And a love story neither of them believed they deserved.

Asher Clemont is a billionaire sadist. Cold, ruthless, untouchable- and no woman has ever dared to flip his game. Until me. One reckless night, I kissed him. Pressed my body against his, snapped a photo, and sent it straight to the ex who broke me. It was supposed to be revenge. But it woke something darker. Now Asher's attention is locked on me. The man who lives to dominate, punish, and mark is suddenly caught off guard by the woman who dared to make the first move. And if I thought I could walk away, I was wrong. Because once a sadist like Asher Clemont sets his eyes on you... he'll make sure you burn for him. Again. And again. And again. What happens when a Sadist Billionaire sets his eyes on you?👀

Completed • First Draft - not edited. || "You gonna sit there all night?" Luka glances at me, smirking. I glare back. "I was enjoying the last few seconds of peace before having to spend an evening pretending to like you." "That's funny," he says, unbuckling his seatbelt. "Why?" I snap. "Because I was thinking the same thing." || The rules? Easy enough. 1. Pretend to be the perfect couple. 2. Keep it professional. 3. And whatever you do, don't. catch. feelings. Simple, right? Sofia Calloway never planned on going viral for throwing a drink in Luka Mikhaylov's face. But one video, one pissed-off hockey star, and one furious university later... she's suddenly stuck in a fake relationship with the guy she can't stand. He needs to clean up his image before the NHL draft. She needs the free tuition that comes with the deal. All they have to do is smile for the cameras, hold hands at the games, and act like they don't want to strangle each other. Then come the late-night arguments that last too long. The stolen glances that feel too dangerous. The moment where "pretend" starts looking way too real. Because when you break the rules, someone's bound to lose. And this time, it might be both of them.