~Forever Series: Book 2~ Prequel to Changed Forever *** He hates his life. Everything about it was terrible. He had lost so much from such a young age. He lost his family, he lost his friends and in the end, he lost himself. He became the property of the Black Market, an assassin who takes the lives of the innocent. It's either kill or get killed. So he became a monster, but the world made him that way. His luck finally runs out and he's arrested. He discovers a world he never knew existed. He discovers love. Forbidden love. It was a forbidden and dangerous love. Humans and werewolves were never meant to be together, especially if they weren't mated. It was a taboo, a taboo that would ruin them both. But maybe everything happens for a reason... *** "It's more than love. It's fate, it's destiny". "It's fate and destiny... but maybe it's also karma".

"Cassandra run!" That's all my life has been about- running. Trying to escape one problem or the other, yet never completely evading it. This was my life. A life which was such a mess of secrets and pain, making it impossible for me to live like a normal teenage girl. Now, I'm leaving the only people who never left my side, no matter what. I feel horrible and I hate myself but try as I must I can't turn back. I'm running without really caring where I was going, my legs taking me to god-knows-where. And that's how I ended up here. In a forest. What was I thinking? Easy, I wasn't. That night, in that forest was were my life changed forever...

The protagonist's main goal is to find a good man for her sister, but would be the case when she falls in love with someone she can't have? Will Valeria give into her desires or duty? Adrian is displeased to be one of the players in the Proceedings Games. However, a certain princess sweeps him off his feet the moment she steps foot into his house. Will something blossom? Or will something go horribly wrong? Read on to find out.

A princess unloved by her family for being an illegitimate child that cost the life of two people. She is destined to die due to a curse that she kept concealed until she died in her first life. Now reincarnating as her younger self can Serenity defy the will of the gods from the royal families and live to see her family demise.

When darkness consumes - it doesn't always roar. Sometimes, it arrives in silence. It seeps in like cold through the cracks of a worn-down home. Like breath fogging the inside of glass. Slow. Unseen. Until one day, you can't remember the last time you saw the light. When darkness consumes Venya, it's not with screams or sobs. It's with quiet resignation. With skipping meals, and then forgetting if she ate. With flinching at kindness, because she no longer trusts softness to stay soft. It's with whispering "sorry" to an empty room, just to be safe. It's with staring at the door for hours, trying to guess what mood will walk through it. It's wearing thin clothes in winter because she doesn't want to ask for more. It's writing a list of things that make him angry - and memorizing it like scripture. It's watching herself disappear a little more each day, wondering if he'd even notice when she's gone. When darkness consumes Adrik, it's not violent at first. It's the weight in his chest every time he looks at her and sees what he's done. It's the blood on his hands - figurative and real - that never quite washes off. It's hearing silence from her and realizing he used to hate her voice, and now he's terrified it might never return. It's the hollow echo of a house too big for just one person. It's watching her pack, and knowing it's too late to stop her without becoming the monster again. It's kneeling in front of a locked door, begging like a man who's never learned how to ask. When darkness consumes a relationship, it doesn't do it all at once. First, it frays the thread between two people. It stretches it with silence, wears it thin with blame, coats it in fear. And then, one day - it snaps. But what they don't tell you is: Sometimes, after darkness consumes... What's left behind can still reach for the light. Trembling. Shame-soaked. Broken in all the places it once held pride. But reaching.

"I didn't hire him to protect my body. I hired him because I couldn't survive another night alone." Azalea- I had everything money could offer. But the nights were still too long, and the silence too loud. They say grief fades. It doesn't. It lingers-quiet and cold. Haunted by my past and desperate not to be alone, I hired Alek: a cold, ex-military bodyguard with scars deeper than his silence. He doesn't speak much. He doesn't smile. But he listens. He stays. I didn't expect the man behind the silence to feel like home. And that was enough... until it wasn't. Until I started getting greedy. Alek- I've seen war. Death. Hell on Earth. But nothing wrecked me like the soft-eyed girl who looked at me like I wasn't broken. I told myself I'd keep it professional. She was just another job. But the truth? I never stood a chance. The more I watched her quietly carry the weight of the world- The more I wanted to carry it with her. Azalea is the kind of light you don't touch when you've lived too long in the dark. But every time she looked at me... it felt like maybe I didn't have to stay there. It's not the danger that gets to me. It's the way she carries it-quiet, alone, like I'm not standing right here. Like she already knows something I don't. [On Hiatus]

They broke her trust. They broke his mind. But when the past claws its way back, survival isn't enough - vengeance demands blood. Victoria learned how to stay quiet. Grief became her shadow, guilt her constant companion. It whispered in her ear that she should have been the one to die instead. Not her mother. Never her mother. If she had, maybe her father wouldn't have walked away, leaving them to fend for themselves. But silence is a fragile shield-and when the past resurfaces, dragging her into a world she barely escaped, she realizes staying quiet won't save her this time. Xavier learned how to disappear behind scars, behind rage, behind the monster his past made him. Forged by cruelty, built by betrayal, and fueled by rage, he became the kind of man other monsters feared. Scars became his armor. Violence, his language. He doesn't believe in mercy-only vengeance. Especially for the man who made him this way. Victoria was everything he had been taught to avoid - soft yet unbreakable, damaged yet defiant. She had the kind of pain that mirrored his own, a past carved into her bones, a war waged behind tired eyes. She saw through him in ways no one else had ever dared, and he hated it. Hated her. Because she made him feel. He was chaos wrapped in quiet fury, a storm threatening to consume everything in its path. And yet, when she looked at him, she didn't just see the monster - she saw the man who had once fought to hold on to his soul. But love between two broken people is never easy. It's volatile. Cruel. A constant push and pull, neither of them willing to surrender, both too damaged to truly hold on. The closer they get, the more dangerous the stakes become. Yet, for all the ways they fought against it, they kept coming back to each other.

He was her brother's best friend. She was the one girl he was never supposed to fall for. But life has never followed the rules-not for Alex and Estella. Between whispered confessions, missed chances, and kisses that taste like home, their story was never simple. It's been years of growing up side by side, of holding back and holding on, of unsaid things and almost moments. And now, finally, it's time to write the next chapter. Together. With a group of wildly chaotic friends who blur the lines between family and comedy troupe, and a history full of heartbreak and healing, Alex and Estella navigate love that's been earned the hard way. **Story is told in third person.**

She wears power like armor. He turns every fight into foreplay. And the closer they get, the more dangerous it becomes.

When Freedom Whispers A romance born of rebellion, faith, and the fire to choose yourself. When Freedom Whispers isn't just about love-it's about the cost of being seen. A fantasy of the soul. A literary journey through yearning, identity, and the quiet ache of becoming. Jaeon has always been too quiet. Too observant. Too much. In a world where silence is safety and obedience is love, he learns to shrink-until he no longer knows which parts of him are real, and which were surrendered just to survive. Told in six parts, drifting between waking and dream, When Freedom Whispers is not just the story of two boys falling in love. It's the story of one boy searching for himself- For the right to feel. To question. To be held without flinching. As reality begins to blur and longing takes on a life of its own, Jaeon is drawn toward something-someone-that feels like truth. But truth doesn't always speak in daylight. Sometimes, it arrives in dreams. In silence. In the warmth of a hand that finally stays. This is a fantasy- Of intimacy that defies labels. Of love that reshapes reality. Of healing that begins in the places no one sees. This is a romance- But not the kind you've read before.