"She commands the world. He refuses to obey. Together, they ignite a dangerous fire." Celestine Vauclain was born to command. Heiress to one of the world's most powerful dynasties, she walks the halls of Briar Hall University like a queen-poised, flawless, and untouchable. At just nineteen, the mere sound of her name silences rooms and demands attention, yet beneath the perfection lies a mind sharpened for strategy, control, and survival. Declan Ryan is everything she is not. The black sheep of an esteemed Irish-British family of scholars, artists, and musicians, he thrives on rebellion, breaking rules, and bending the world to his will. Danger and charm cling to him like a second skin, and where others see boundaries, he sees challenges. When these two worlds collide, sparks ignite-but not the kind anyone expects. Declan sets his sights on Celestine, determined to possess what he cannot control, to break the queen without ever showing mercy. Celestine, accustomed to wielding power with precision, refuses to yield. What begins as a battle of wills quickly spirals into a dangerous game of obsession, desire, and ambition. In a world of privilege, prestige, and hidden family secrets, how far will each go to claim the other? And when love is forged on the edge of control, can either of them survive the cost?

A poetry book about love of its words, scenarios and conclusions. Love is around us but it all starts with you

In the dead of night, when the wind claws at your windows and the silence grows teeth, this book waits. Inside are ten tales not meant to be read in daylight. They are stories whispered by shadows, remembered by nightmares, and written for those who dare to listen when the world goes quiet. Each page pulses with dread-crafted by B.F. Shivers, a name already feared in the darkest corners of the imagination. These are not bedtime stories. They are warnings. They are confessions. They are the reason you'll leave the light on.

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this is a surprise release i am in the process of writing more poem collections stay tuned guys! hope y'all enjoy!

𝑨 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒕𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒅 𝒊𝒏 𝒔𝒊𝒍𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒆, 𝒃𝒐𝒓𝒏 𝒐𝒇 𝒐𝒃𝒔𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒐𝒏, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒇𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒆𝒅 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒐𝒖𝒄𝒉 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒊𝒔 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒂𝒏 𝒂𝒓𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒅 𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒓𝒊𝒂𝒈𝒆, 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒂 𝒄𝒉𝒐𝒊𝒄𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒇𝒂𝒍𝒍, 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒌, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒆 𝒓𝒆𝒃𝒐𝒓𝒏 𝒊𝒏 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒆𝒍𝒔𝒆'𝒔 𝒂𝒓𝒎𝒔. He was power. She was peace. But fate wanted chaos. He never believed in marriage, until he saw her. At an inauguration, he, a sharp tongued politician laid eyes on a soft spoken classical dancer with stars in her eyes... and suddenly, his heart rewrote every speech he'd ever given. But instead of confessing, he pulled strings. Arranged the perfect marriage that looked like fate... but was really his choice. Strangers bound by vows, pretending it's all just circumstance. She's shy and graceful. He's cold, composed, and absolutely feral anytime someone else looks at his wife. But under the silence lives everything they never say. What started as a one sided obsession slowly tangles into a deep, fiery love neither of them expected. But secrets have roots, and fate has claws. Because love only blooms right before it burns. --- Start: 04 June, 2025 End:

After being executed for treason, Damira Jerović rises on the third day into a desolate world-where the sky is ash, the winds speak in silence, and Gray Waters lies in ruin. Her grave was not her end, but a threshold. The town that once swore to protect her has surrendered to the whispers of the Vanovic-a lineage of Nosferatus who rule from the shadows and orchestrated her fall. Now, Damira walks once more through the remnants of her past, wielding the red-bladed sword Ruinwrought. This is not a quest for revenge-it is the pursuit of balance in a world desecrated by betrayal. Among corrupted wells, collapsed temples, and ancient symbols etched into crumbling doors, she confronts ancient horrors and unspeakable truths. A gothic tale shaped by the darkness of Clive Barker, the dread of Stephen King, and the abyss of Lovecraftian terror. A post-mortal narrative of memory, reckoning, and the long, unrelenting shadow of abandonment.

Izmir, 1922. As a city falls to flames, a woman holds a stranger's child in her arms and fights to save its life-with nothing but courage and faith. This is the true story of a family that never gave up. From the burning shores of Asia Minor to the snow-covered mountains of World War II, through poverty, war, and exile, Katerina and her grandson walk a path carved by history's wounds. She, a housemaid turned protector of a child not her own. He, a soldier who carried a wounded comrade for hours through the rain. And between them, the women who endured, the children who were born, and the dreams that whispered back to life. A story about people who learned to love with their hands, to fight in silence, and to keep going-with courage and hope.

this book is a collection of unsent letters and poetry, everything I could never say to her- my sweet professor, my muse. because some love aren't meant to be spoken, but they are still meant to be felt. this is my gift to her, and now, it's my gift to you.

"There you go again. Letting your head get the better of you." Becca's eyes shot to his. "You can't hold back like that, not if you want it to feel real." Her cheeks felt like they were on fire. Yes, she'd stopped. She knew. But he spoke like it was so simple, like she was just some amateur afraid of the stage. He had no clue what this felt like, that it wasn't the scene that made her chest tight. It was looking at him. She put a full foot of distance between them. "I know how to act, Boris!" He stood there, unmoved. "Then show me." Her nails dug into her palms. No. She wasn't going to let him break her. She pulled her shoulders back, took a breath, and planted her feet. "Fine," she bit out. "This time...I'll finish it." ⭒⭒⭒⭒⭒⭒⭒⭒⭒⭒⭒⭒⭒⭒⭒⭒⭒⭒⭒⭒⭒⭒⭒⭒⭒⭒⭒⭒⭒⭒⭒⭒⭒⭒⭒⭒⭒⭒⭒⭒⭒⭒⭒⭒⭒⭒⭒⭒⭒ When Becca Morgan walked through the doors of her old high school, she never expected to get pulled back into the world of theater. She also didn't expect Boris an intense and incredibly talented 18-year-old senior who gets under her skin. A single rehearsal is all it takes for things to get complicated, blurring the lines between the roles they're playing and the people they're becoming. 🎭 𝕀𝕤 𝕚𝕥 𝕙𝕚𝕞 𝕀'𝕞 𝕕𝕣𝕒𝕨𝕟 𝕥𝕠...𝕠𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕘𝕚𝕣𝕝 𝕀 𝕦𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕠 𝕓𝕖, 𝕞𝕚𝕣𝕣𝕠𝕣𝕖𝕕 𝕚𝕟 𝕙𝕚𝕞? It goes much deeper than just desire. At its heart, the story is about the ache of getting older, wondering where the time went. It's about the messy, complicated search to find yourself again. ⭒⭒⭒⭒⭒⭒⭒⭒⭒⭒⭒⭒⭒⭒⭒⭒⭒⭒⭒⭒⭒⭒⭒⭒⭒⭒⭒⭒⭒⭒⭒⭒⭒⭒⭒⭒⭒⭒⭒⭒⭒⭒⭒⭒⭒⭒⭒⭒