Julian Howard, the formidable Duke of Suffolk, has closed off his heart to the world. Left to raise his young son entirely alone, his only focus is protecting his heir and managing his vast estate. He has no time for society, and certainly no desire for love-until a tempestuous evening brings an unexpected traveler to his doorstep. Miss Elizabeth Parker has known the sting of ultimate betrayal. Abandoned by her husband and left penniless after giving birth to her daughter, she is determined to brave the elements to find a safe haven for her child. She never expected that refuge would come in the form of a brooding, fiercely protective duke. Stranded together while the storm rages outside, Julian and Elizabeth discover a shared understanding in each other's quiet grief. Recognizing a kindred spirit-and a way to provide security for Elizabeth and her daughter-Julian makes a shocking, noble offer: a marriage of convenience. What begins as a practical arrangement to shield two vulnerable children soon sparks an undeniable warmth. As the walls around their hearts begin to crumble, a gentle companionship flourishes into a fierce, consuming passion. Can two fractured families find the courage to let go of the past and embrace the beautiful love story they were always meant to write?

What is beauty? What is darkness? What is light? What is color? What is green? This is a "side story" to RUYI. To avoid confusion, first read RUYI before reading this short story. NOTE from the writer: I'm an amateur writer so please overlook plot holes, grammar issues, or anything else a story is supposed to have. This is my original story so... as the saying goes "if you have nothing nice to say, don't say anything at all".

Violet Calla Lily I walked by in the dark Dizzying scent We are but simple flowers This is a continuation of the CALLA. WARNING! Viewer discretion advised: BOOK 3 contains adult content that is unsuitable for children. NOTE from the writer: I'm an amateur writer so please overlook plot holes, grammar issues, or anything else a story is supposed to have. This is my original story so... as the saying goes "if you have nothing nice to say, don't say anything at all".

Year 1861. Elyse Thorn, a commoner has spent her entire life believing that love is meaningless without wealth or status. Scarred by her fathers betrayal and his relentless obsession with nobility, she sees marriage not as a matter of the heart, but as the only path to a better life. Björn who is a nobleman, couldn't disagree more. He was raised by parents whose love endured despite every hardship, he believes genuine affection is worth more than titles or fortune. To him, Elyse's ambition is both cold and misguided. When fate brings these two opposites together in the captivating world of theatre, their deeply held beliefs begin to clash. As the line between performance and reality starts to blur, both are forced to confront the question they've spent their lives avoiding: Can love truly survive without status... or is love alone ever enough?

2 years is short... 2 years is long... Days pass like years. Years continues on for eternity. Do you still remember the promise? This is a continuation of the Rebirth of Fa Wei Lan. WARNING! Viewer discretion advised: Volume 2 contains adult content that is unsuitable for children. NOTE from the writer: I'm an amateur writer so please overlook plot holes, grammar issues, or anything else a story is supposed to have. This is my original story so... as the saying goes "if you have nothing nice to say, don't say anything at all".

I am dying - it was inevitable. The poison given to me over the course of several months have spread throughout my veins and seep through my bones. I was alone. There was not one single person to hold me, to comfort me, or to cry for me... I am all alone... NOTE from the writer: I'm an amateur writer so please overlook plot holes, grammar issues, or anything else a story is supposed to have. This is my original story so... as the saying goes "if you have nothing nice to say, don't say anything at all".

[On Hold] General Victor Greyson has never lost a war. He's the Empire's Iron Wall, the Devil of the Northern Front, the bane of enemies and emotions alike. Stoic, strategic, and socially clueless, he has only ever loved one thing: victory. So naturally, the universe rewards him by killing him off in an accident involving combat. Heroic. Tragic. A cliche. He wakes up not on the battlefield, but in a canopy bed... with lace curtains. Now trapped in the soft, silky, perfumed body of Lady Evelyn Fairmont, the Empire's most useless noblewoman, Victor finds himself facing his greatest challenge yet: corsets, court gossip, and a fiancé he doesn't remember accepting. Worse? This world's "Lady Evelyn" was the palace's most hated socialite-a spoiled brat with a penchant for fainting at every minor inconvenience. Victor's mission is clear: survive this frilly hellscape, figure out how to return to his own body, and punch whoever did this to him square in the face. Until then, he'll use his tactical genius to conquer tea parties, ruin toxic social hierarchies, and maybe even expose the royal court's darkest secrets... in heels. Oh, and about that fiancé? The cold, calculating, disgustingly handsome Duke Aiden Blackthorn is looking at "Lady Evelyn" with suspicious eyes. It seems the duke has noticed something different, like how his once-ditzy bride-to-be just broke a wine bottle over a count's head and demanded to lead the palace guard. Victor doesn't care about romance. Unfortunately, Aiden does. And he never loses his battles either. __________________________________ Book #2 of the I Became... Series. Can be read as a standalone. __________________________________ #1 in general (29/07/25) #1 in hero (05/08/25)

[Completed] Eleanor Blake was just an ordinary college student with an extraordinary obsession: dark romance novels, especially the twisted R18+ mafia tale Kingdom of Ash and Sin. But after a freak accident, she finds herself thrust into the blood-soaked pages of her favourite book, waking up not as a spectator... but as Elaine De Silva, the villainess doomed to die in 2 weeks! Armed with nothing but her fangirl knowledge and stubborn determination, Eleanor is set on one goal: survive. Rewrite the story. Live. Easy, right? Wrong. Because her new fiancé, the dangerously magnetic mafia don Luca Moretti, isn't playing by the book. He's darker, deadlier, and far more obsessed with her than the original plot ever hinted at. "Elaine, you're mine. I'll kill anyone who tries to take you from me." Wait... what? You were supposed to kill me, not fall in love! When did the story change? Now, caught in a world of betrayal, bullets, and brooding men in suits, Eleanor must outsmart the plot she thought she knew. Because if she wants to survive this story... She'll have to rewrite the ending herself. __________________________________ Book #1 of the I Became... Series. Can be read as a standalone. __________________________________ #1 in villainess (18/07/25) #1 in brokenengagement (20/07/25) #1 in reincarnation (21/07/25) #1 in transmigration (01/08/25) #4 in rebirth (28/07/25) #6 in humor (30/07/25) #1 in yandere (01/08/25) #1 in possessive (03/08/25) #1 in secondchance (02/08/25) #1 in strongfemalelead (02/08/25) #1 in obsession (07/08/25) #2 in mafia (08/08/25) #1 in aristocracy (17/08/25)

My name is Calla Lind. Ever since my reawakening, I have live my life the way I wanted. I was able to be Calla, meet people as Calla, and have people see me as Calla. I had thought to let go of the past and be free of it. Now I know, letting go also means moving on. This is a continuation of the CALLA. WARNING! Viewer discretion advised: BOOK 2 contains adult content that is unsuitable for children. NOTE from the writer: I'm an amateur writer so please overlook plot holes, grammar issues, or anything else a story is supposed to have. This is my original story so... as the saying goes "if you have nothing nice to say, don't say anything at all".

My name is Calla Lind. For 20 years, I have lived within the shadow of my beautiful older sister - chasing and holding onto an illusion of love. A love that will never belong to me... Now with this second chance of life, I won't chase after illusion. I won't rely on someone else for happiness. I will do what I want, enjoy what I do, and learn to let go. NOTE from the writer: I'm an amateur writer so please overlook plot holes, grammar issues, or anything else a story is supposed to have. This is my original story so... as the saying goes "if you have nothing nice to say, don't say anything at all".