- Lanterns at Dusk - {Unedited} When Lady Aracelli Danger is pressed into an engagement with the enigmatic Caius Draemont, she steps into a world of wealth shadowed by whispers. Draemont Manor, standing dark against the northern sky, is a place of secrets. It's walls heavy with memory, its master colder still. Caius is handsome, commanding, and distant, a man both alluring and unsettling. Society murmurs of his tragedy, of the fire that claimed his family, but in his silence lies a deeper mystery-one that unsettles Aracelli even as it draws her closer But the manor itself seems alive with watchful shadows, and Aracelli soon finds her nights plagued by visions that feel more real than dreams. The line between devotion and danger blurs, and every step she takes deeper into Draemont's halls binds her to a fate she cannot yet see. Torn between duty and dread, Aracelli must decide if her heart is leading her into love or into ruin. { A Victorian Gothic Paranormal Romance }

He warned, she disobeyed. What begins as a consequence quickly becomes something far more dangerous. When rules are broken and lines are crossed, punishment is no longer about correction-it's about control, tension, and the slow unraveling of restraint. Every encounter is laced with authority and defiance, where silence feels heavier than words and every command carries a promise beneath it. The story feeds on anticipation: the measured pace of discipline, the charged pauses, the awareness that each moment is deliberately drawn out. Power shifts in subtle ways, blurring the line between who holds it and who secretly craves it. What's meant to teach a lesson instead awakens a hunger neither can ignore. The Punishment is a seductive exploration of desire wrapped in consequence-a slow burn where dominance, vulnerability, and temptation collide, and where the real danger lies in how much both are willing to lose once punishment starts to feel like pleasure.

"You hate me, remember?" "I don't hate you, Rosalia. Hate's too easy." "Then what is this?" "This... is me losing control." Rosalia Carson built walls out of words, chasing truth like it was her only lifeline. Cray Smith built walls out of steel, a man feared for all the right reasons - and for every wrong one. She exposes secrets. He buries them. They were never meant to collide. But the more he pushes her away, the closer she gets. Every clash sparks fire, every secret pulls them deeper, until hate tastes a little too much like desire. Enemies can't stay enemies forever. Not when the slow burn turns into an inferno. And in the end, both of them learn the cruelest truth of all - happiness is only ever ephemeral.

"I love you "

ANOTHER YEAR WITHOUT MY SISTER!!!

I finally manage to reply, but my response is nothing but a weak nod. My whole body is trembling as he stares at me. I would run if i could, but my body is frozen in panic. Suddenly , I feel a hot Pain on my cheeks , I touch my cheeks while tears start streaming on my face . Jordan slap me . " STAND UP ON YOUR FEET !!!" Jordan roar at me . I stand up by holding the chair Andle , I dare not make a sound , or else I will get slap twice on the same spot . Jordan steps closer to me and tighten my jaw in his hands, gripping it tightly. He pulls me in close, so close that i can almost feel the anger simmering inside him. I can feel the intensity of his gaze as it burns a hole inside me. "You answer to my question ," He says in low and deadly tone and . I don't know what to say or to answer , " I....I'm .sick , that...is why I don't eat " I reply fastly with a mix of nervous . Tears keep streaming down . " A....and ...f...or my ...period needs you ...ask .... About , I still have the ...one I use l..ast upper ....m...onth " I continue in a muffle voice . Serah a young woman find herself in a mystery and bondage married . She tried to free herself from the bondage married and find herself as a killer .

Can't I be her ? I love you Lucia

☆ SLOW BURN • DARK ROMANCE • NO SMUT ☆ 〜 They burned her kingdom to ash. Now she sleeps beneath the roof of its conqueror. Clarice, last princess of Sahradyn, was meant to die with her family. Instead, she was spared, dragged across enemy lines and locked in a tower by the man who shattered her world. King Caelen of Velmoras is cold, calculating, and ruthless. He offers her only one choice: become his concubine, or rot in the tower. Yet even as Clarice plots her survival, something stirs between them. A pull. A thread. The old texts call it the soul-thread: a bond said to bind enemies as often as lovers, rare and perilous, long dismissed as myth. But Clarice feels it now, in every glance, every silence, every clash of wills with the man she should hate above all others. As war brews on the borders and kingdoms begin to fracture, Clarice must decide whether the thread binding her to Caelen is a curse to be severed, or a weapon powerful enough to change the fate of empires.

When her estranged sister is involved in a near-fatal car accident, twenty-five-year-old Jordan Friedman finds herself the temporary guardian of her eight-year-old niece, Cory, who she has not seen since she was a toddler. To make things easier for everyone, Jordan moves Cory into the house she shares with her two eccentric and very opposite housemates. As the four girls navigate growing up together, Jordan struggles to balance caring for Cory, managing her comatose sister's affairs, and continuing to scrape by with her wedding photography business. The longer Cory stays with her, the more Jordan struggles to stay afloat. But Cory has nowhere else to go, and after six years of silence between them, Jordan is determined to do right by her sister, even if it means wedging a hesitant foot in a door that closed long ago. In the midst of tragedy, the four girls navigate growing up together and discover what being a woman truly means through heartache, a stray cat, and the unexpected truth behind the Womanhood Theory. *** Rated mature for recreational drug use, suicide, and passive suicidality. *** Main prompt: The door that closed to you many years ago has reopened, and now it's up to you to take a chance once more. (120) Additional prompts: You return home late one night only to find it's no longer your house. Nothing is as it seems. (56) A group of people wake up with no memory and find themselves adrift on an old steam passenger liner. The name? Titanic. (42) A famous singer and their pilot crash land on a tropical island. With no one else around, survival isn't their only challenge. (47) It's not a mystery - it's the walls. They hold secrets, but what are they hiding? (66) »You're wonderin' why half his clothes went missin'.« - Taste, Song by Sabrina Carpenter (124) »I've got a long list of ex-lovers, they'll tell you I'm insane.« (127)