"𝑾𝒆 𝒘𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒏'𝒕 𝒆𝒂𝒄𝒉𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓'𝒔 𝒑𝒐𝒊𝒔𝒐𝒏. 𝑱𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒕𝒘𝒐 𝒔𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒔 𝒃𝒍𝒆𝒆𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒂𝒎𝒆 𝒍𝒊𝒆." --- Everyone has something to lose. And sometimes, the person standing in front of you is the reason you lost it. Luna Vescari built her name from the ground up and learned early on that silence keeps you safe. She doesn't trust easily-not people, not memories, and definitely not men who smile like they've never broken something just to see what it looks like. She's spent years keeping her past exactly where it belongs, behind her. Leandro Cassano has always known how to keep things clean. Professional. Controlled. He doesn't do attachment. Doesn't do honesty. And he's not here for apologies. He's here for answers about a betrayal no one talks about, a name no one mentions about. Neither of them knows the full truth. Not about each other. Not about what actually happened. But the deeper they dig, the more the lines blur, between right and wrong, between past and present, and between who really pulled the trigger and who just got caught in the crossfire. In each other's story, they've always played the villain. And maybe they were right. --- "You hate me, right? Then stop looking at me like you want to kiss me and kill me at the same time. If I was using you, Luna... I wouldn't be looking at you like this." "Hurt me all you want, but don't lie when your hands still shake when I touch you." -- coming soon--

"𝑯𝒆𝒓 𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒏𝒐 𝒍𝒐𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆, 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒎𝒚 𝒔𝒐𝒖𝒍 𝒅𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒓𝒉𝒚𝒕𝒉𝒎 𝒐𝒇 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒎𝒆𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒚." ☆ 𝑹𝒖𝒉𝒂𝒂𝒏 𝑴𝒂𝒍𝒊𝒌, was never meant to feel. Heir to a billion-dollar empire, he has everything the world envies-wealth, power, and a reputation built on silence and steel. He's known for being a colder heart, and a heartbreak artist, however, he does have a soft spot for selective people. He has a set of unbreakable rules-no attachments, no feelings, and no commitments. He takes what's his, keeps his distance, and never lets anyone get close enough to break him. ☆ 𝐒𝐞𝐡𝐫 𝐇𝐮𝐬𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐧 is nothing like the world he comes from-calm, compassionate, and quietly strong. A dedicated university student with a soul like a soft daisy blooming through concrete, she's the kind of girl who helps strangers and sees beauty in brokenness. But even her warmth hides its own shadows. They're from different worlds-always at odds, constantly clashing. And yet, something keeps pulling them together. Something deeper than hatred, louder than silence. A storm that neither of them is ready to name. As their paths intertwine, old memories resurface and secrets begin to stir. Beneath the fights and pride, both of them are searching for the same thing- sukoon. Peace. But some hearts don't calm the storm... they become it. Will they fight their past-or repeat it? [Highest Rank: #7 in peace, #3 in suggestions and #2 in dedication]

"𝑰 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒗𝒊𝒏𝒄𝒆𝒅 𝒎𝒚𝒔𝒆𝒍𝒇 𝑰 𝒅𝒊𝒅𝒏'𝒕 𝒏𝒆𝒆𝒅 𝒉𝒊𝒎, 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝒉𝒆 𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒏𝒆𝒅 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒃𝒂𝒄𝒌 𝑰 𝒇𝒆𝒍𝒕 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒂 𝒍𝒊𝒂𝒓." 𝐑𝐚𝐲𝐚𝐧 𝐃𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐫 has always known how to win hearts-charming, effortless, and impossible to resist. Hungry for wealth, and make his mark in a world that never gave him a chance. 𝐙𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐚𝐧 𝐊𝐡𝐚𝐧, on the other hand, is everything she fears- dangerous, ruthless, and a criminal in the eyes of many. No one knows much about him. He's Quiet, distant, and impossible to read, he stays in the shadows, and avoiding connections. 𝐒𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧 𝐀𝐲𝐝𝐢𝐧 never expected to be caught between them. What starts as a love story turns into something far more dangerous. Promises are broken, loyalties are tested, and the truth hides beneath layers of deception. In a world where nothing is black and white, Selin is forced to question everything-who she trusts, who she fears, and who she can't seem to let go of. 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐛𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐢𝐟𝐮𝐥. 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐛𝐞 𝐜𝐫𝐮𝐞𝐥. 𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐬... 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐢𝐭𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐫𝐢𝐦𝐞. ᝰ.ᐟ [Highest Rank: #1 in Wattpadturkey (15th September-12th October, 2025)]

This book is a collection of my 2AM thoughts-messy, raw, and real. It's where my mind wanders when the world is quiet, full of feelings I can't explain during the day. 𝐖𝐡𝐲 𝐈'𝐦 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐭: I'm writing this because the quiet hours of the night bring out a side of me that I don't always get to share-a version that's vulnerable, creative, and a little messy. These moments feel too fleeting to let go, so I'm capturing them here. It's for anyone who's ever stared at their ceiling at 2AM, feeling everything and nothing all at once.