Xylon is just an ordinary teen-until he meets someone who slowly begins to take control of his thoughts, leaving him questioning what's real and what isn't.

Lilith Johnson-to the world, she is perfect. An A+ student, cheer captain of her high school, and born into wealth, she is the girl everyone wants to be. But beneath the flawless façade, she is drowning. Struggling with an eating disorder she refuses to acknowledge, she hides her pain behind a mask of perfection. No one sees the cracks. No one suspects a thing. Then there's Zain Tucker-her brother Eli's best friend. Once, Zain and Lilith were inseparable, but everything changed after one fateful incident. He began to hate her, and in turn, the friendship between her and Eli crumbled. As Eli rebelled against their parents' expectations, Lilith remained the golden child, only widening the gap between them. Zain despised her for it. His parents never stopped comparing him to her, always saying, Be more like Lilith. And so, he did the only thing he could-he resented her with everything he had. But what happens when he realizes she's not as perfect as he always believed? And what happens when Lilith can no longer keep up the act?

"I have a deep feeling that you do not plan on telling me who you really are in the near future," the Prince broke the comfortable silence. Annabelle shook her head and smiled, "It is for our own good if you do not know." Annabelle works as a maid in the Winchester castle, when one fateful night and a beautiful gown brings her closer to the prince.

I had known him forever-my friend's father, the man everyone trusted, the one who always seemed untouchable. But tonight, under the soft glow of the porch light, he looked at me differently. "You shouldn't be standing out here alone," he said, his voice low, but there was something in it that made my stomach twist. "I... I just needed a minute," I whispered, trying not to tremble. He stepped closer, close enough that I could feel the warmth radiating from him. "You've grown... more than I expected," he murmured, his eyes tracing my face like he'd memorized every detail. "I... I know this is wrong," I breathed, my heart racing, "but it's hard... being near you." He smiled, slow and dangerous. "Sometimes the things we're not supposed to want... are the ones we can't resist." And in that instant, the line we were never meant to cross began to blur-and I realized we'd already begun stepping over it. Notes: ❗ I had change the story cause the end seems not match with the start apologies for that 😪💗 All images used were sourced from Pinterest and are for illustrative purposes only. This story is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to real people, events, or places is purely coincidental. Characters, events, and settings are entirely imagined.

Mia, a spirited 18-year-old, she loves to see good in every people no matter what, and has always believed in love. Mia's life in her small coastal town has always been predictable-morning shifts at the café, lazy evenings at the beach. But everything shifts when she meets Vincenzo, a mysterious and grumpy stranger who appears one night, staring at the raging waves with a look that speaks of a thousand untold stories. Against her better judgment, Mia strikes up a conversation. Vincenzo Russo Romano also known as "The Snake", the Italian mafia boss, exudes danger with every step. His piercing gaze and commanding presence make everyone instinctively turn the opposite direction, fearing the consequences of crossing his path but she never did because she believes the good in people. Their paths collided, two souls from different worlds brought together by chance. people Mia's sunshine-like optimism clashed with Vincenzo's grumpy demeanor. what is going to happen next? scene from story He grabbed my wrist and pulled me toward a black car parked nearby. I dug my heels into the ground. "ARE YOU KIDNAPPING ME RIGHT NOW?!" Vincenzo gave me a look. The kind of look that said I was wasting precious time. "Mia." He opened the car door. "Get in." I crossed my arms. "No. I refuse. I am not getting in a car with you, Vincenzo. Not after what just happened! I want answers! Who were those guys? Why are people shooting at us?! And most importantly-" I pointed at his gun, "-WHY DO YOU HAVE A GUN LIKE YOU'RE IN A MAFIA MOVIE?!" He sighed like I was a dramatic child throwing a tantrum. Me?! Dramatic?! I was literally just shot at! Then, before I could blink- He picked me up. Like I weighed nothing. "VINCENZO, PUT ME DOWN!" He ignored me. Threw me into the passenger seat like a damn sack of flour. I gasped. "YOU DID NOT JUST-" Click. He slammed the door shut, trapping me inside. Oh. He did.

After she suffers a great loss, life takes Josephine St. Claire on a captivating journey of self discovery, when she is reunited with a family that was hidden from her. A plethora of siblings but a close-knit family nevertheless, one that she was purposely made an outsider from by her mother, Josephine wonders if she will ever fit in or if she's simply destined to forever walk the lonely road. [Book One]

Alessandro 'Sandro' Bellini's world is one of ruthless control, and his most loyal weapon is his Cane Corso, Cerberus. Across the city, Juniper 'June' Scott's world is a sunlit bakery, where she remains blissfully unaware of the shadows that govern her city. When Cerberus escapes, Sandro is prepared for war. He isn't prepared to find his beast being fed scones by a cheerful baker who has audaciously renamed the killer 'Muffin.' This singular act of canine betrayal forces the cold-blooded underboss into June's warm orbit. Each reluctant visit to retrieve his dog pulls him deeper under her spell, an addiction he can't fight. In a life of calculated sins, Sandro is about to discover his darkest vice isn't a choice, but a dangerous craving for the one woman he should be protecting her from: himself. ∘₊✧──────✧₊∘ Word Count: 55,331

Anastasiya has been alone since before she could remember. She's used to abuse, to torment, to being a victim to bullies and their nasty ways. She doesn't have a family, and she's okay with that. That's the way it's always been. Until it isn't. She's pulled out of her school lesson on the day of her thirteenth birthday by her new guardian: her oldest brother. She's thrusted into a new life - although it doesn't differ from her last one too much. Surrounded by a family she feels doesn't care for her and other children who make it their personal mission to ruin Anastasiya's already terrible days, she's forced to deal with a whirlwind of emotions that plague her as well as combat the plethora of problems that come to her while being completely alone, with nobody by her side.

In a brutal empire forged by blood and conquest, Emperor Roderic Valmont has crushed kingdoms without mercy-until he meets his match in silence. Princess Elara of Lysara, heir to a kingdom turned to ash, is taken captive after her homeland falls. Known for her beauty and quiet grace, she does not resist. She does not fight. And yet, her obedience unnerves him more than rebellion ever could. Roderic expected defiance. What he found was surrender-and it haunts him. As days blur within marble halls and velvet shadows, Elara's quiet submission becomes his obsession. But behind her soft eyes lie secrets, sorrow, and a will far deeper than he imagined. In a palace laced with desire, dominance, and dangerous games, who is truly the captive-and who holds the power? © 2026 Savannah Selene. All rights reserved. This is an original work. Reproduction, reposting, or unauthorized adaptation in any form is prohibited.

"Morning, Mr. Serious," I say now, setting his usual cup on the table. I add two sugar packets because I can't help myself. He never uses them. He never even looks at them. But I like the idea of them sitting there, taunting him with sweetness. His eyes flick up to mine - stormy gray, the kind that make you feel like you're under interrogation for a crime you don't remember committing. "You should stop doing that." His voice is low, accented, like gravel dragged across velvet. Russian maybe? Or Italian. Or both. Either way, it does unholy things to my stomach. "Doing what?" I ask innocently, sliding the sugar closer to his hand. "That." His gaze drops to the packets. "I don't take sugar." I grin, all sunshine and sass. "You don't know that. Maybe one day you'll wake up and realize life's better with a little sweetness." ●・○・●・○・● Rafael Volkov doesn't do small talk. Or smiles. Or sugar in his coffee. As the mafia's underboss, he's built a reputation on silence, sharp suits, and an expression that could curdle milk. So of course, Lila Parker makes it her mission to crack him. The sunny diner waitress insists on slipping him extra sugar packets, calling him "Mr. Serious" behind the counter, and treating him like a normal guy instead of a walking red flag. He tells her to stop. She doesn't. He growls. She grins. And suddenly, his late-night coffee runs feel less like routine and more like... something he shouldn't want. The problem? In his world, affection is dangerous. Smiles get noticed. Weaknesses get used. And if Lila isn't careful, her little act of kindness might just paint a target on her back. Rafael swore he didn't have a sweet tooth. Turns out he was wrong. ●・○・●・○・● Word Count: 37,478