The path was cleared for me. All I had to do was walk through it. My life was supposed to pass just as I had planned. Yet I ruined it, because... I DESIRED HIM.

!Nowe rozdziały co dwa tygodnie! (wtorek, godzina 17:00) TOM I - Samotni RAZEM: w poszukiwaniu własnej duszy W starych księgach spisano, że gdy świat się rozpadał to Przyroda nie pozwoliła mu umrzeć. Każdej z czterech jego części ofiarowała dar życia i nazwała: Wiosną, Latem, Jesienią i Zimą. Już niedługo na wyspach zaczęły rozkwitać pierwsze królestwa. Ludzie, zwierzęta i istoty magicznego pochodzenia wspólnymi siłami pracowały, by odbudować utracony dom i odzyskać zachwianą harmonię. Lecz stare księgi nie wspominały o tym, co miało wydarzyć się w jednym z królewskich zamków. Nie przewidziały dziewczynki, która bez daru trafiła między ludzi, dla których magia była miarą wartości. Nie wiedziały też, że nawet najpotężniejsze królestwa mogą zwiędnąć jak kwiaty pozostawione bez wody. Bo wszystko potrzebuje korzeni... ...korzeni miłości, rodziny i przyjaźni. A zbyt wiele tajemnic czy kłamstw sprawia, że piękno kwiatu ginie pod warstwą cierni. ZAPRASZAM!! Chętnych na czytanie za czytanie proszę o kontakt na tablicy

"I thought I was the woman standing between two men..I was wrong. Somewhere along the way, I stopped choosing between them. I started loving them both."-Arielle Three hearts. Two dangerous men. One love that should never exist. Arielle Villanueva thought she knew love-until three days before her wedding, she discovered her fiancé had been cheating on her with a pregnant woman. Heartbroken, she leaves everything behind and returns to Manhattan, determined to forget love and focus on herself. Until one reckless night introduces her to a mysterious man with golden eyes. She never expects to see him again. Until she walks into Blackwood Holdings. Kael Alexander Montenegro. But Kael isn't alone. There's Riven Elias Zamora, his charming, warm, and fiercely protective right-hand man. Two men. Two different kinds of darkness. And one woman caught between them. As Arielle gets closer, she discovers that Kael and Riven share a dangerous past-and that their connection runs far deeper than friendship. Then something even more terrifying happens. She falls for both of them. But this isn't a love triangle. There is no choosing. Because Kael doesn't want to lose Riven. Riven refuses to leave Kael. And Arielle realizes she doesn't want either man to let her go. But love isn't the only thing connecting the three of them. There are secrets buried beneath Montenegro Holdings. (Polyamorous Relationship/ R18+) Secrets that could destroy everything. And when the past comes back for them, Arielle must decide if their unconventional love is worth fighting for. Because sometimes, the person standing between two lovers isn't the enemy. Sometimes, she's the third heart. Three hearts. Two dangerous men. One forbidden love. THE THIRD BETWEEN US

MR. LIGHT MONTGOMERY SALVADOR is the second son of the highest Mafia Lord in town. He owns lot's of companies and any properties. No girlfriend because he don't want it. But when he encounter a drunk woman outside in his bar he left something. A woman named Hera Monticello. A woman who's been cheated on by her boyfriend. Did they make it at last?

I'm trapped in this marriage... Yes, I'm only a wife on paper. Legally bound, but not in the way we live our lives. Six years have passed, yet I've lived like a single woman. But I'm not allowed to love the person I truly want. If there's anything good that came out of this situation, it's that we gained a comfortable life-and we no longer live in fear of being hurt again by my alcoholic father. And him? Enjoying his lustful life as if nothing happened in the past six years. An educated woman, yet powerless to escape this prison made of paper. "I didn't ask for that money!! I worked for all of it. Why?! Don't you remember what you did to me that night?! How you violated me?! How my body was left covered in bruises and marks?! You may have bought me with your money... but that will never change the evil thing you did." "You only made me your whore once, Ethan!! You feel disgusted with me? Well don't you worry, my husband-I feel the same way too. I'm still haunted by nightmares of that lustful night... how you tied me up and pinned me to the bed... how you forced yourself on me so hard because you thought I was Sabrina-the one who hurt you!!! The only thing I did was sell myself to you, but I've been trying to forget it all and make things right!!" "I am your wife, Ethan!!! Your wife on that damned piece of paper!!! So no matter what your mistress does... she will always remain just a mistress-as long as I choose it to be that way. And there's nothing you can do about it."

I used to think I hated her. Anri with her sharp tongue, careless laughter, and the kind of beauty that made every room turn its head. I thought she was everything I despised-spoiled, reckless, impossible. So I gave her the same coldness I thought she deserved. But then she moved into our house. Became my fiancée by arrangement, a business decision made by my grandfather, nothing more. That was what I told myself. Then I started seeing the things no one else did. The silence after her laughter. The way her smile faded the second people looked away. The nights she stayed awake too long. The sadness she hid beneath expensive dresses and bright lights. She was never a party girl. She was a wounded girl trying to drown the noise inside her. She loved modeling not for attention-but because under the camera flashes, her body felt like hers. Her identity felt like hers. And somewhere between stolen glances, late-night arguments, and moments I pretended meant nothing... I fell in love with her. Quietly. Completely. Without noticing when it began. So when I finally told her the truth, I thought it was the start of something. Instead, she was gone. Then came the news. The reports. The medical papers. Dead. How do I move on from a love I only confessed when it was already slipping through my hands? How do I live knowing the woman I loved will never come back? Because the cruelest truth is this- I loved her only when it was too late.

Eros Reid Borromeo & Katelyn Valencia Reyes "A love she buried in time, but he was never hers to begin with." "She loved him first... but he never saw her as the one." Since the moment Kate Valencia Reyes stepped into high school, Eros Reid Borromeo became the center of her world. Back then, he was just a simple councilor in Novaliches, Manila-just another politician to everyone else. But for Kate, he was everything. Greater than the artists she admired, the K-pop idols she followed, and anyone else she had ever looked up to. It all began with a simple handshake during his campaign. In that one unexpected moment, Kate silently claimed her fate, whispering to herself: "He's the one." From that day on, she placed Eros on the highest pedestal in her heart-a place no one else could ever reach. But as time passed, Eros continued to rise. From councilor, he became the mayor of their town. And with every step he took upward, the chance of him noticing her seemed to grow more distant. Behind her quiet admiration was a wound no one saw. Kate grew up unseen in her own home-the middle child, never the favorite, never the best. Her older sister was the smart one, her younger brother the athletic one, and she... simply existed in between, always overlooked. Yet Eros became the reason she endured it all. Because of a scholarship provided by his office, she was given the chance to study and dream. In her mind, there would come a day when he would finally notice her. But no matter how many times she volunteered in his campaigns, no matter how many years she waited, she never became part of his world. Until one day, a simple Facebook Live shattered her quiet reality. A video greeting from Eros-something ordinary to others-but to Kate, it felt like the entire world shifted beneath her feet. And in that moment, she was reminded once again of a love that never looked back. A love she had hidden for so long...but was never hers to begin with.

"I watched him build the world I dreamed of, without ever knowing. He was already a part of it." Echoes of an Older Summer means loving Frost in a way that never really learned how to leave. He is my old summer-the season of my life when everything still felt simple, even when I didn't understand what I was feeling. The time when I looked at him like he was something permanent. Like he would always be there in the background of my growing years, steady and unchanging. He was warmth I didn't know I was already depending on. But summer doesn't stay the same forever. And neither did we. We changed. We broke in silence. We loved without naming it, hurt each other without meaning to, and lost pieces of what we were before we even realized we were losing them. He left in ways that felt like protection, and I stayed behind trying to understand why love sometimes feels like distance. Yet even when that season ended, its echoes stayed. The echo is every memory that refuses to fade: The way he looked at me when he thought I wasn't noticing The safety I felt when he was near The jealousy I never admitted The comfort of his voice saying my name The way his presence always felt like home The pain of not being chosen clearly The love I never fully confessed but always carried An echo is something that is gone, but still returns when everything is quiet. That is Frost to me. Even when he is not beside me, I still feel him in the silence. Even when I try to move on, I find him in every familiar place. Even when I tell myself I should forget, my heart remembers first. Frost is not just someone I loved. He is the love I grew up with. He is the boy who became a wound I never stopped touching. He is the summer that ended but never stopped echoing inside me.

They always ask me what I feel for Jia. And I never answer right away. Not because I don't know but because there are some truths too heavy to say in one breath. My love for Jia is not loud. It doesn't break doors open or demand to be seen. It doesn't fight for attention, and it doesn't try to rewrite her story. It simply... stays. Even when she forgets. Even when she chooses someone else. Even when I become nothing more than a shadow standing at the edge of her life. I love her in the way the sky loves the sea- always above her, always watching her waves crash into things she can't control. "Do you still love her?" they ask me sometimes. And I almost laugh. Because the question assumes it ever stopped. I do. Not in a way that demands she comes back to me. Not in a way that turns into anger or possession. But in a way that quietly bleeds. I remember her in pieces her voice saying my name like it meant something safe, her eyes looking at me like I was part of her world before everything shattered. And now? Now she's rebuilding herself. With me by her side. I see it. I accept it. I don't fight it. Because if Jia ever had to choose between being saved and being loved the way I love her... I would choose her survival every single time. Even if it means I lose her. That is what makes my love dangerous. Not because I would destroy for her but because I would disappear for her without hesitation. There are nights I wonder what I am to her now. A memory? A mistake? A lesson she survived? But even then, I don't hate her for it. Because loving Jia was never about possession. It was about witnessing her exist softly, painfully, beautifullyeven when she was never fully mine. And maybe that is the cruelest part. I never stopped loving her...but I also never asked her to stay. So I remain here, in silence, in distance, in restraint loving her in the only way I know how: Not by holding her. But by letting her go... every single day, all over again.

Park Seohyun was once a warm, loving, and hopeful young man who believed in love, destiny, and faith. However, during his high school years, a traumatic shift in his life changes him completely. Under the manipulation of his father, he is pushed into the dark world of the mafia in South Korea and eventually becomes a cold-blooded hitman driven by revenge and obedience. Despite his hardened heart, everything begins to change when he meets someone who awakens the remnants of his old self. This person becomes a possible key to his emotional return-but his past, pain, and violent life make it uncertain whether love can truly heal him or survive the darkness he lives in. The emotional passage reflects the perspective of someone deeply in love with Seohyun-waiting, hurting, and feeling emotionally abandoned. They describe love as confusing, one-sided, and unstable: full of promises that feel postponed, affection without consistency, and emotional distance that leaves them in constant longing. Despite this, they continue to wait, trapped between hope and exhaustion. A tragic blend of mafia darkness, emotional trauma, and a love that struggles between healing and heartbreak.