Friends break up, friends get married Strangers get born, strangers get buried Trends change, rumors fly through new skies But I'm right where you left me Everybody moved on Help, I'm still at the restaurant ................................................................... Simon smiled slowly, the expression sharp around the edges. "The greatest musicians are born from the greatest heartbreaks," he said. "That's what people say." I stared out the window for a moment before letting out a quiet breath. "Then I want one." His eyebrow lifted. "A heartbreak?" "The kind that gives you a story," I said with a small shrug. "The kind people write albums about." A glimmer of amusement crossed his face. "Good. Fans love that. Give them pain, and they'll give you praise." I looked down briefly, old memories flickering through my mind. "I've had heartbreaks before. Some felt like hell." A faint smile touched my lips. "But if it gets me good lyrics, I can survive another." Simon leaned forward and patted my shoulder, his eyes gleaming. "You give them your tears," he said quietly, "and they'll make you a king." I leaned back in my chair, crossing one leg over the other. A soft chuckle escaped me. "I want a heartbreak," I muttered, shaking my head at myself. "I truly do." Simon only smiled. ......................................................... Rise and heartbreak of Aurelia, a gifted 15-year-old singer whose life changes when pop icon Harry Styles discovers her talent. What begins as a fairy-tale romance ends in painful separation, leaving deep scars. Seven years later, both are global superstars-but fame can't bury the wounds of the past. When fate reunites them, long-buried emotions resurface, forcing them to confront old heartbreaks, toxic relationships, and the truth of their first love. A story of music, fame, and redemption, Till There Was You explores the healing power of facing the past. "Life was like a dream... till there was you."

*neither a prequel nor a sequel but from the Universe of Darlings, Here it is: Honey* You don't have to say you love me You don't have to say nothing You don't have to say you're mine Honey (ah) I'd walk through fire for you Just let me adore you Like it's the only thing I'll ever do . . . Evelyn only wanted one night of freedom. One lie to her strict parents, one trip to Coachella, and one wild concert later-she wakes up with a wedding band on her finger and the world's most famous singer as her husband. What should've been a reckless teenage mistake becomes a nightmare when she discovers she's pregnant. Branded a liar and a gold-digger by his ruthless team, abandoned by her conservative family, and dismissed by his management and the man himself-who swears she must have tricked him-Evelyn is left to face her shame and raise her child alone. It's a death of her dreams, her ambitions that she had woven since 12 years of her life. For three years, her daughter is her entire world, away from her father and his fame. Every sacrifice, every cruel whisper, every sleepless night-worth it for the little girl who gave her life meaning. But then Harry returns. Not for her. Not for love. Not even, she believes, for their daughter. With his lawyers, his power, and his fortune, he rips Evelyn's only happiness away under the guise of fatherly rights. To her, it's nothing more than a publicity stunt-a way to soften his image with the world. But with the world still unaware of their secret marriage, Evelyn must protect not only her daughter, but also her heart-from falling for the one man she promised she would never forgive.

Then- A roar. A scream. Echoing through stone and metal. "EVELYN!" It cracked through the silence like a thunderclap. A man's voice. Raw. Wild. Agonized. Powerful. Evelyn's body jolts. But then it comes again - louder. More desperate. "EVIE!" Her eyes widen, breath catching violently in her throat. Harry. It's him. It's really him. Her lips tremble. Her heart stutters. "Harry...?" She staggers upright, legs wobbling. "HARRY!" The scream rips from her throat, broken and hoarse. She stumbles toward the door, arms still bleeding, her chains dragging behind her. Her entire body fights to move, even as agony pulses through every limb. "HARRY!" "I'M HERE!" Tears pour down her cheeks, sobs wracking her chest. She nearly reaches the door-when Celestie lunges from the shadows, grabbing her by the hair and yanking her backward. "ENOUGH!" Celestie snarls. "You stupid girl-he's not coming. That's not him." But Evelyn is feral now. Screaming. Thrashing. "Let me go! That's him! That's my Harry!" She claws toward the door, dragging her own body against the stone, blood smearing the floor. "HARRY!" Celestie clamps a hand over her mouth, trying to silence her. "Stop screaming! He'll never find you!" Evelyn screams against her palm, muffled sobs escaping. "HARRY-!" •••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••• In a world where love feels like a distant dream, Evelyn has always been a burden, abused and tortured inhumanely by her family. Just as she dares to hope for a brighter future, she is abandoned at the altar by her intended groom, until Harry, not just a billionaire but a boy from her childhood, steps in to marrying her to fulfill his mother's wish. A marriage formed out of a contract of an year, indifferences and definitely not love. Will Love florish out of a forced marriage between an abused timid girl and a cold hearted billionaire.

He wanted her scared. He wanted her desperate. He wanted her begging. Her on the floor, knees spread, dress pushed up, legs trembling while he loomed over her. Tears in her eyes as she whimpered his name. His hand tangled in her hair, forcing her to stay still while he... Those delicate legs? Made to be opened by him. His hands. His mouth. His torment. His bliss. He'd keep her in silk gowns and lock every door. He'd feed her, bathe her, cradle her... And then bend her over and breed her again.-her beneath him, crying out his name as he forced her open, spilling himself so deep inside her that her body would never forget. Watching his seed drip from her thighs only for him to push it back in, growling that it belonged to him. He imagined her swollen with his child, belly soft and round, marked by his hands, his teeth, his scent. Everyone would know and see it. She is his muse, his heaven and he is her cage. :::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::: Primrose was meant to bloom. Instead, she was plucked-young, unripe, and fed to a world that devours girls whole. In a time where men held every law, every title, and every key, sixteen-year-old Primrose Everdell becomes the price of her father's illness. A devoted servant to the powerful family, he is now bedridden, helpless. And when the patriarch offers a "solution"-marriage to their eldest son-Primrose is given no voice. Only silence. Only duty. Her girlhood ends in the bedchambers of Styles Manor, where screams echo down stone halls and no one dares interfere. Her days blur into the quiet horror of submission. Her nights into the claws of a husband she cannot understand - and who does not understand her. . Perhaps she was never meant to be understood, only possessed. Why her? Why must she suffer for the sins of power? Trapped in a world where innocence is currency and silence is survival, Primrose must find meaning in a life written for her by others - or risk losing herself entirely.