𝙎𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙣 𝙗𝙞𝙡𝙡𝙞𝙤𝙣 𝙨𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙨. 𝙎𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙣 𝙗𝙞𝙡𝙡𝙞𝙤𝙣 𝙪𝙣𝙩𝙤𝙡𝙙 𝙨𝙩𝙤𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙨. 𝙃𝙤𝙬 𝙢𝙖𝙣𝙮 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙘𝙧𝙤𝙨𝙨 𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙬𝙞𝙣𝙜? 𝘚𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘶𝘮 𝘰𝘧 𝘰𝘳𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘳𝘺 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦, 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘶𝘯𝘪𝘮𝘢𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦. 𝘚𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘦... 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘣𝘳𝘶𝘪𝘴𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘣𝘦𝘢𝘶𝘵𝘺. "𝑺𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒂 𝒅𝒂𝒇𝒇𝒐𝒅𝒊𝒍, 𝒚𝒆𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒎. 𝑵𝒐 𝒃𝒆𝒆 𝒉𝒂𝒅 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒄𝒍𝒐𝒔𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒅𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒄𝒂𝒕𝒆 𝒇𝒍𝒐𝒘𝒆𝒓... 𝑼𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒍 𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒅𝒊𝒅. 𝑭𝒐𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒊𝒓𝒔𝒕, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒍𝒂𝒔𝒕 𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆. " Life was peaceful until it changed. When Emma moved with her family to a quiet corner of Italy, she carried both joy and unease in her suitcase. A new place, a new beginning. But fate had written her a story unlike any other. Because something... no, someone was watching her. And the day they met, the ordinary turned to strange. The strange became sweet. And the sweet & deliciously painful. Step into a tale where romance slow-burns like candlelight, mysteries crawl beneath moonlit floors, and shadows whisper in beautiful Italian gardens. Let's fall into something special. Something weird. Something haunting. Something unforgettable... 🥇1st place won

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In ancient Celtic Ireland, Ciara Ní Ceallaigh has always been an outcast. The villagers whisper that she's cursed, a mistake born under a blood moon. Her family's cruelty only deepens her isolation. Beaten, abandoned, and shunned, Ciara learns to hide her pain in the silence of the woods. But the forest has secrets. There, amid ancient stones and forgotten magic, Ciara finds the one thing the world has never given her-power. It calls to her in the night, an invitation she can't refuse. Desperate for control over her life, she grasps it with both hands, only to discover that the magic she seeks comes at a terrible cost. With her newfound strength comes a darker force, one that whispers in her mind, bends her will, and threatens to consume her. The world she once knew is slipping away, and there's no turning back. Ciara must choose: succumb to the darkness or embrace the witch she was always meant to be.

They say the Dokara House was built by a man in love - and designed by a woman who never stayed. Every corner, built with intention. Every plant, rooted with purpose. Every whisper seeded for what might bloom later... in your head... in your dreams... in your flesh. Máu dreams of Īlā - the swell of her breasts, heavy and aching, dripping soft milky pearls only his mouth can taste. Īlā wakes with heat burning deep in her core - unnamed, unwelcome, impossible to shake. Palé dreams of a fruit - sharp, sour, perfect - and nothing else will feed her starving body. Because the House always finds a way. It seeps into your dreams. It curls beneath your skin. It turns your want - your weakness - against you. To protect. To control. To maintain balance. Or maybe... to break you. Who really knows? This is Dokara. And nothing here - not dreams, not hunger, not love - is ever just yours.

Capri doesn't break down at her father's funeral. She doesn't cry, doesn't scream, doesn't feel much at all. But she does notice a man she's never seen before. And when their paths cross again, something about him-his stillness, his gaze, the way he never quite says too much-pulls at the part of her that's gone quiet. Their connection isn't romantic. Not exactly. It's slow. Strange. Unspoken. And as it deepens, Capri finds herself slipping-into memory, into obsession, into questions she's not ready to answer. Some people enter your life gently. Others arrive like silence you can't escape. This is the story of the latter.

╰☆☆𝑨𝑳𝑳 𝑸𝑼𝑰𝑹𝑲 𝑰𝑫𝑬𝑨𝑺 𝑨𝑹𝑬 𝑭𝑹𝑬𝑬 𝑻𝑶 𝑼𝑺𝑬 𝑨𝑵𝑫 𝑫𝑶 𝑵𝑶𝑻 𝑹𝑬𝑸𝑼𝑰𝑹𝑬 𝑪𝑹𝑬𝑫𝑰𝑻 𝑻𝑶 𝑴𝑬. ☆☆╮