When Amalie and Evelyn move in with the fiercely protective Castellani brothers, they find themselves in a home full of strangers and secrets. Rebuilding trust after years apart won't be easy, especially when not everything in the Castellani house is what it seems. As the twins begin to learn the difference between survival and safety, they discover that some shadows are harder to outrun than others.

Amara Moretti returns to her brothers eleven years later-damaged, guarded, and hiding more than anyone suspects. As buried truths begin to surface, alliances are tested and blood ties blur. In a world where loyalty is survival and secrets can kill, Amara must decide: trust the family she barely remembers-or expose the darkness hidden under their watch.

Elara has spent her entire life hiding in the quiet spaces between shadows. When she and her brother Caleb are sent to live with half-siblings they barely know, they must relearn what family truly means. Together, they find strength in silence, healing in unspoken bonds, and hope in the softest colours of quiet.

Thirteen-year-old Isabel has survived years of betrayal and abuse. When a stolen phone call finally leads to her rescue, she wakes in a hospital with life-changing injuries and a body that no longer feels like her own. Isabel must learn to navigate a world built on kindness instead of fear. But healing isn't simple. The ghosts of the girls she couldn't protect still haunt her, and safety feels like a story meant for someone else.

I wanted to stay hidden, in my apartment in South Dakota. I wanted to remain anonymous, their world knowing me as Sleuth, someone whose presence was strictly digital. Helping people find their missing loved ones. Then came a deal I couldn't refuse - literally. The Morelli family was one you just didn't say no to, and when you were on their radar, they weaved you into their way of life, their web sticking to you like glue. I promised myself I wouldn't go back to that life after growing up in it; but there was a missing girl to find. And I just happen to love solving a mystery. 'A missing sister story, where she finds herself and a family she didn't even know she wanted.' ⭐️1st in #MISSINGSISTER on the 22/12/2025

Gu Yueyue wakes up and realizes she's just a stand-in wife in a retro romance novel. Her new husband, the story's cold villain, only married her because she resembled the heroine. In the original plot, once the stand-in discovers the truth, she causes drama and ends up discarded, while the villain meets a bad end. But Gu Yueyue, now self-aware, decides: if she's a stand-in, she'll outshine the original. She puts on a school uniform, smile bright. "Like this? Getting the vibe?" The villain: *gulp* Heart racing. She swaps to a red slip dress, hair damp, heels tapping. "What about now? Am I your white moonlight?" The villain, trembling: "No." "Then why are you holding me?" Later, she asks, "Didn't you say I'm cuter than your white moonlight?" He offers her a black dress. "Try this one?" She rolls her eyes. "Scram." Gu Yueyue: "The male lead's chasing his wife in the crematorium arc. Want to try it too?" Villain: "Screw that plot. You're mine. I won't let anyone near my wife."

Alessandra has never believed in safety. Life never gave her a reason to. Pain carved her childhood, silence became her armor, and trust? That was a luxury she could never afford. So when she runs -- bloody, broken, and barely breathing, she doesn't expect saving. She certainly doesn't expect to be taken in by a family dripping in wealth and power and. . . warmth? A mother who refuses to give up on her. A father who watches like he's waiting for her to let him in. And six brothers. Rough. Protective. Complicated. Brothers, who don't know what to do with a sister who won't speak. She doesn't know how to trust. How to believe that maybe not everyone wants to hurt her. Every instinct tells her to run. To shut down. But they don't let her go. Not when she flinches. Not when she hides. Not even when she breaks. Happiness is for other people, or that's what she believes. But when love comes wrapped in gentle patience and fierce protection, when hands reach for her without demand, when hearts break themselves wide open just to hold her... she starts to wonder. Can a girl stitched together with silence and fear ever belong in a family built on love? Can she stand tall when the ghosts of her past refuse to let go? And when danger claws its way back into her life, threatening everything she's come to know... will she find her voice, or will she shatter all over again? Trigger Warnings: Child abuse. Violence. Addiction. Panic attacks. Self-harm. Death, and more.

Lowly. Illegitimate. Disgraceful. Amaryllis bore the weight of whispers and stares, a child born out of debauchery. She was raised behind iron gates and velvet curtains, in a family whose name was spoken only in lowered voices. A mafia dynasty, steeped in blood and loyalty. Yet even within that empire of power, she remained a shadow in the presence of her brothers, seen but never truly known. However her heart, vast and unyielding, loved them unconditionally. But life is both fragile and cruel. When terminal illness claimed her, she carried it alone, hiding the truth behind fragile smiles, unwilling to darken the days of those she adored. Only one wish bloomed before the end, "I hope their feelings might change, even if it's temporary." And when that time comes... Please bring flowers to my funeral. ── ─ ┈┈┈┄┄╌╌ ⚠️ Trigger Warning: This story contains sensitive and potentially distressing themes, including psychological trauma and mature content. Note - The terminal illness described in this story is entirely fictional and included solely for storytelling purposes. - Update: Random - Cover: Canva

The De Luca brothers reign supreme in the underworld, holding dominion over the ruthless realm of the Italian Mafia. They are cold, merciless, driven by madness, their loyalty solely to blood. Yet, their lives take an unexpected turn when they discovered their thirteen years old little sister. *** "When she was choking me, is that... love?" she whispered, her voice barely audible, each word trembling as if afraid to leave her lips. Her eyes, wide and glassy, searched mine desperately, seeking a truth that she couldn't grasp amidst the fog of confusion and despair that clouded her mind. My heart seethed with rage, a torrent of emotions crashing against the walls of my restraint, threatening to betray the stoic facade I had carefully constructed. I wanted to scream, to shake her out of this misguided belief. Hestia, my little sister, stared back at me. Her innocence tainted by the cruel hands of someone who had twisted the meaning of love into something unrecognizable. She couldn't differentiate the painfully obvious truth, the clear distinction between love and control, kindness and cruelty. It was as if the very essence of her spirit was being suffocated, just as her breath had been. ── ─ ┈┈┈┄┄╌╌ ⚠️ Trigger Warning: This story contains sensitive and potentially distressing themes, including abuse, sexual assault, rape, psychological trauma, and mature content. Note: - Cover by Canva - Update: Random

System: "Want to come back to life? Come get abused." 21-year-old college student Ming Ming got hit by a car while ogling a handsome guy, only to be bound to a quick transmigration system. Her job? Suffer endlessly as a cannon-fodder side character to make the main couple shine. In her first world, she's forced into a contract with a domineering CEO. System: "Relax. The ex-lover always gets slapped in the face." Ming Ming: "But he won't even look at the heroine." System: "That's just build-up for his regret later." Ming Ming: "The heroine's already dating someone else." System: "You're stealing her scenes. Act out! Make him dump you." Ming Ming: "Wait... he's spoiling me more?" In the next world, the male lead is a rural youth married to her, while the heroine is his pen pal in the city. System: "He even sent cash with his letter. He's guarding himself." Ming Ming: "Can I run off with the village bad boy now?" System: "Nope, he's asking the heroine to send snacks-for you." Ming Ming: "Wait, not divorcing? Let's finish this world. I want pastries-ugh, why am I pregnant?!" Ming Ming: "When's the divorce? I don't want a baby!"