Alessandra has never believed in safety. Life never gave her a reason to. Pain carved her childhood, silence became her armor, and trust? That was a luxury she could never afford. So when she runs -- bloody, broken, and barely breathing, she doesn't expect saving. She certainly doesn't expect to be taken in by a family dripping in wealth and power and. . . warmth? A mother who refuses to give up on her. A father who watches like he's waiting for her to let him in. And six brothers. Rough. Protective. Complicated. Brothers, who don't know what to do with a sister who won't speak. She doesn't know how to trust. How to believe that maybe not everyone wants to hurt her. Every instinct tells her to run. To shut down. But they don't let her go. Not when she flinches. Not when she hides. Not even when she breaks. Happiness is for other people, or that's what she believes. But when love comes wrapped in gentle patience and fierce protection, when hands reach for her without demand, when hearts break themselves wide open just to hold her... she starts to wonder. Can a girl stitched together with silence and fear ever belong in a family built on love? Can she stand tall when the ghosts of her past refuse to let go? And when danger claws its way back into her life, threatening everything she's come to know... will she find her voice, or will she shatter all over again? Trigger Warnings: Child abuse. Violence. Addiction. Panic attacks. SA. Self-harm. Death, and more.

ᴀʀᴀʙᴇʟʟᴀ ᴏꜰ ᴠᴀʟᴏɪꜱ A princess raised on stories of love, soft, gentle, and kind. Yet she grows up in a world that teaches her the opposite. Trapped in duty and expectations, she begins to wonder if love is something real... or just another fairytale meant to comfort lonely hearts. ʟᴜᴄɪᴇɴ ᴍᴏɴᴛᴀɢᴜᴇ A duke carved from cold authority and silence. A man who learned early that emotions are a weakness and love is nothing more than a distraction for the foolish. He does not believe in soft endings, nor does he seek them. When their worlds collide through fate and obligation, neither of them is prepared for what follows. Two hearts shaped by opposite truths. One bound by duty. The other by control. And when they are forced onto the same path...will they learn to understand each other? Or will they only destroy everything in their way? ⋆.˚🦋༘⋆ ⋆All Rights Reserved⋆

Zariella was born into an Italian mafia family, but she barely remembers it. When she was a child, she was kidnapped and forced to train as an assassin. Years of torture shaped her into someone who learned how to survive before she ever had the chance to grow up. At fourteen, she escaped. She spent the next few years in England trying to live a normal life, though the past never really left her. Her family never gave up looking for her, even when they had lost hope that she was alive. One day when the family was in England for work, one of her brothers saw her in Starbucks. That was the start of a whole new world for Zariella. Moved to a new place, with new people all while trying to hide the constant battle going on in her head. Zariella survived once before. Now she has to figure out how to live. ________________________________ See Authors note for TWs.

The world did not end in an instant. It ended slowly-quietly-like something dying while still pretending to live. Serein Valdez learned to survive in that silence. Not because she was strong, but because she paid attention to things other people ignored. She learned how to move through ruined cities, how to avoid danger before it showed itself, and how to stay invisible long enough to live another day. She never planned to get involved with anyone. Especially not him. Leviandro Solenne is the kind of man who survives without asking permission from the world. Former military. Controlled. Detached. A man who moves like every decision has already been made long before it happens. When Serein finds him surrounded in the ruins-outnumbered, cornered, seconds away from death-she knows she should walk away. She doesn't. That single moment binds them in a world that punishes mistakes and calls attachment a weakness. He doesn't trust her. She shouldn't have saved him. But in a place where survival is no longer about strength alone, but about choice, instinct, and consequence- leaving each other becomes harder than surviving the world itself. And when the quiet finally ends, what's left behind is not just destruction. But the things they were never supposed to feel.

Three months of unpaid rent. A routine eviction. That was supposed to be the extent of Officer Asher Gray's Tuesday morning. But when he forced his way into the dilapidated apartment, he didn't find a deadbeat tenant. He found a nightmare. Hidden behind a door was Aria-broken, bound, and trembling under the psychological ghost of a man who called himself "Matthew." For three years, she lived in a hell of Logan's making, a world where her body was currency and her voice was a liability. Now that Logan has vanished into the shadows, Aria is physically free, but her mind remains a prisoner. She is a ghost in a hospital gown, refusing to utter a single word to the doctors, the counselors, or the world that failed her. The only person she doesn't shrink away from is Asher. He's the one who cut the ropes; he's the one who stood between her and the darkness. When the Chief realizes that Asher is the only anchor keeping Aria from drifting away entirely, he makes an unorthodox-and dangerous-request: Asher needs to take her in. Asher Gray is a man of protocols and boundaries, and bringing a traumatized witness into his home breaks every one of them. He's annoyed, overwhelmed, and certain he's the wrong man for the job. But as the days turn into weeks, the silence in his house begins to change. Through the flicker of her hands and the tentative trust in her eyes, Aria starts to emerge from the wreckage. Asher intended to just keep her safe until the trial, but he soon realizes that the closer she gets to healing, the harder it becomes to imagine his life without her quiet presence. In the process of saving Aria, Asher might just find that he was the one who was truly lost. #1 lovestory

Mya Kingston has spent her entire life fighting to be enough. As the first girl ever recruited to Briar University's elite men's hockey team, the entire world is waiting for her to fail. Her teammates don't trust her, the media watches her every move, and her father demands nothing less than perfection. Because to Richard Kingston, love is something that has to be earned. On the ice, Mya is cold. Aggressive. Untouchable. But off the rink, she hides bruises, sleepless nights, and a secret love for music that nobody is supposed to know about. Especially not John Logan. Logan notices too much. The fear behind her silence. The pain hidden beneath her anger. And the way she flinches whenever someone gets too close. The longer he stays around her, the harder it becomes for Mya to believe he only wants friendship. But falling for someone was never part of the plan. Neither was learning what it feels like to be loved without fear. In a world full of pressure, expectations, and secrets, Mya must decide: Will she keep fighting for her father's approval- or finally start living for herself? #HockeyRomance #OffCampus #CollegeRomance #SlowBurn #SportsRomance #EmotionalRomance

"I don't wanna get undressed, for a new person all over again." -Waiting 13 Juni Wilinkson is broken and she believes she'll never be fixed until she meets a boy after a one night stand who will undress her in more than just her clothes.

After fleeing her abusive ex in the middle of the night, Chloe Dawson arrives in a small coastal town with nothing but a duffel bag, a crying six-month-old baby, and the last of her savings. She rents a tiny apartment where the walls are paper-thin. Next door lives Sergeant Mason Kane, disciplined, exhausted, emotionally closed off, and currently on leave between military assignments. After years in the army, silence is the only thing that helps him sleep. Then the baby starts crying every night. At first, Mason is irritated. Chloe is terrified of him. Every knock on the door reminds her of the man she escaped.

Edel doesn't do soft. She doesn't do safe. And she definitely doesn't do sober. She walks into BCS with sharp eyes, dirty secrets, and an addiction she pretends she controls. A dead father. An alcoholic mother. A home that never felt like one. Until John Kavanagh. John has money, a future, and a family that still works. A life Edel was never meant to touch. Different worlds. Same school. She doesn't need saving. He doesn't know he's trying anyway. Some girls don't run because they're reckless. They run because staying would kill them.