It was the time of the year, when Spring is at its height, bringing about a time of joy, renewal, and love. The Festival of Eros was back, but this time it wasn't just any noblemen looking for a wife, but the Crown Prince of Camelot. The eligible ladies of Eden scramble to enter and only a few candidates will be shortlisted. They must compete against each other to win the affection of Prince Henry before the start of the next Festival. Princess Annabel of the Selia Dynasty Lady Priyanka of the Kisha Dynasty Lady Charlene of the Moonrose Empire Princess Ishani of the Asura Empire Lady Catherine of Haitia Who will win in the race for his heart? ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ Co-written with ellinoom Cover, banners and dividers by GirlWithSparkleEye Started: 11.09.23 Published: 04.04.24 Completed: 00.00.00

ꗃ 𝐲𝑜ü 𝑚𝑖𝐠ђ𝐭 𝑓𝑒𝑖𝑔ђ𝐧 𝐢𝐧𝑛𝐨𝐜𝑒𝐧𝄵𝐞 𝐡𝑜𝑤 𝐰𝑖𝑙𝐥 𝑦𝐨𝐮 𝖘𝖍𝒂𝖈𝜿𝜾𝖊 ÿ𝐞𝐫 𝒕𝒂𝒊𝒏𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝒉𝑒𝑎𝒓𝒕 ⅌ 𐁊 𝐓𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐒 𝃊𓄂 𝐴𝐧 𝐴𝐧𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐲 𝑂𝐟 𝑃𝐨𝐞𝐦𝐬 ━━━ © 𝐑𝐲𝐚𝐧.𓄆

Stella thought she'd seen the worst life could offer-a toxic boss, a backstabbing ex, and a past that left scars. But everything changes when she wakes up in a nightmarish game where every wrong turn could be her last. Trapped in a labyrinth of twisted traps and cryptic puzzles, Stella must rely on her wits to survive. Shadows hide deadly threats, and nothing is as it seems. As she races through this chilling test of courage and cunning, she uncovers a sinister plot that shakes her to the core. "In this game, there's only one rule: survive," she learns, as the lines between friend and foe blur and the stakes couldn't be higher. Will Stella find her way out, or will the game claim another victim? Get ready for a ride that will keep you guessing until the very end. Cover credits goes to @_BLACKSPADESZ

in shadows cast, where whispers weave, 'whispers of the soul' begins, a journey conceived. realities adorned in verses spun, life's thorns painted, poetic, undone. - intended lowercase.

irises painted in hundred hues, yet the ones which spoke to her were those sunkissed, honey spirals he viewed the world with, the strength he displayed in corners so rough stood just like comforting softness he had for her, in october, fathom they fell, those melancholic nightmares were now a serenade she could tell, from an amort distance that stood midway, the ariose of the hearts still managed to sway, them; crestfallen once were renowned, a little talk left them astounded, weren't the romeo-juliet, neither an epitome of a classic romance, nor a jaunt on the hunt for love. their bond casted a seraphic spell, there appeared angels in hell, she had insecurities lining up in thousands, embracing those, he never failed to call her beautiful, he had one wish, for her to see herself with those honey eyes of his, maybe afar, maybe near, the thought of losing her would always be his fear, still waiting for that kiss, he knows it would be quite an enchanting bliss. raced his heart winning the imaginary race, he cannot wait to meet that adorable face. - ivy. ✿𝆬 ⏝ ˖ book three of her series. a collection of dark, suicidal poems, maybe a few messages and cringe romantic poems. (yes, i am going to write a lotta romantic stuff, be prepared :p). all rights reserved. do not copy or repost. lowercase intended.

her heart was just like a bottle, she said. now that the bottle is abidingly ruptured, her reflection is buried in those pieces, luminatining under the moonroof. her dread was stapled, the bones in her were now withered. the soul that her eyes carried, now carried those tears. those tears pushed by her, far long, and her soul began to drown. alive but lifeless, she smoked her chance, alive but lifeless, she was a blooming life once. under the lune she mourned now, suffocating herself was her lethal flaw. the moonlight pierced within her death eyes, lifting her crushed soul, engulfing her cries. - luce. ↳ book two of her series. ‧₊ ❪ a collection of random thoughts, some messages, and poems by yours truly. ❫ all rights reserved. lowercase intended. do not copy or repost.

"A little revisit to a past, shall we make it into a recreation?" Another mere mission-or so did it seem-wouldn't bring that tremendous of a change, would it? Dasom clicked her tongue as she read through the documents which were carelessly scattered on the table, the inked details seemed perfect until they weren't. Her left eye twitched as she inspected the bottom of the page. "This is a shared mission?!" Dasom Yor, a renowned female agent has been hired for a mission. Born to be a lone wolf in the world of misfits, she was paired with two men, the two of them being total strangers to her casual judgement. "Familiarity has never been this familiar before." Park Jimin has just painted his hands with blood. Forced to perform tasks he never imagined he would do, would he be able to achieve his ultimate aim? A blood serenade. "It was planned, was it not?" Illicit murders and crimes are deep rooted within his veins, would an assassin as lethal as Jeon Jungkook be able to save a day? With assistance of eachother, the three of them are forced into uncanny paths they never dreamt of unfolding. This mission spoke to three of them, three tunes, three meanings, three endings, an unknown way out. ──────────── Status: On-going. All rights reserved. Do not copy or repost. © doobdee Cover Credits: ─▸ ❝ @ [ @doobdee ]

a bottle. her heart. they have something in common. a bottle cages something inside, holds it. her heart cages the pain, the sadness, the ink. ink of black lies, betrayal, regret, the overwhelming thoughts. it bottles everything and anything, until it overflows. it bursts open, pouring out the emotions. when she opens them up, people turn deaf. some try to help, but to no avail. it's been just her from the very beginning. nothing to understand, they say. cage them in, they say. never let them out, she says. ─ luce. ↳ book one of her series. ‧₊ ❪ a collection of random thoughts, some messages, and poems by yours truly. ❫ all rights reserved. lowercase intended. do not copy or repost. › cover by - @zlxtie › milestones - #2 in sadpoems on 25th december. #9 in poetrycollection on 26th december. #9 in poembook on 18th january. #6 in poembook on 12th feb. #5 in poembook on 15th feb. #10 in midnightmemories on 15th feb. #2 in sadpoems on 16th feb.

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