Book Three of the Café Latte Trilogy Some people are masters of music or art. Some people are masters of denial and emotional repression. Harper and Edward both belong to the latter group. Neither Harper nor Edward want to be with anyone else, but they can't quite get it right with each other, either. The first time they tried, Harper was too busy adjusting to a life with HIV. The second time they tried, Edward's career was taking him around America. The third time they tried, they realised they had zero healthy communication skills. And now? Well, now they're afraid to try again. It worked for a while, their will-they-won't-they relationship enough to satisfy the people around them. But as time went on, the problems became more and more obvious. Harper is too busy putting everyone else's feelings above his own, and Edward is too busy hiding his true feelings behind a mask of glitter. The others want to start meddling, but they don't know if they're opening Pandora's box. There's so much history, and so many complicated feelings. Can Harper and Edward work things out together?

Book Two of the Café Latte Trilogy. Tom Ramsdale has always helped people. He helped friends through their struggles, he helped relationships to thrive, and he helped people pursue their dreams. Now, he needs a little help himself. Tom is stuck in the town he grew up in, working at the café his mothers own and living with them after dropping out of university. With his friends moving to different cities, pursuing their careers and relationships, Tom feels like he's the only one left behind. When his friend, Harper, suggests he move to London to start working for his friend, Tom finds himself thrown into a world that he barely recognises. It doesn't help that his new boss, Angelo, is drop-dead gorgeous, and his new colleagues have their own struggles hiding underneath the surface. Tom begins to realise that keeping his work and his personal life separate may be tougher than he had originally thought. Can Tom balance his new life, or will it all come crashing down around him?

Book One of the Café Latte Trilogy. Jasper, nineteen, is searching for love. Ross, twenty-eight, doesn't believe in love. They both lead completely different lives in completely different worlds; Jasper studies and behaves himself, trying to follow his brother's footsteps to make his parents proud, and Ross runs a high-end retail store, attracting customers at work and going out attracting men at night. So what happens when the two meet? They both know it wouldn't work; they're so different and there's an age gap of nine years. But sparks are flying and although it's a dangerous risk with the consequences of both their lives being ruined, they both want to chance it. Will Jasper lose the love of everyone in his life? Will Ross change his life to keep Jasper within it? They could both get burned at any time, but sometimes you've got to play with fire.

Set against the backdrop of the 1990s, this story unfolds a unique and unconventional tale. "I see her every day in school, and now I don't look at her the way a teacher should look at his student. The young woman who sits on the fourth bench of the second row is going to be my wife soon. I know she must be thinking that I rejected her, but it's not my place to tell." Anav, a higher secondary school teacher, finds himself bound in matrimony with Dharini, a student he never particularly favored. This is not a story of enemies to lovers or a romantic journey to marriage. Instead, it's an arranged marriage, where their parents chose them for each other. Despite the traditional setting, Avan and his parents possess a progressive mindset. This narrative delves into various social issues such as dowry, racism, body shaming, and women's education. It also addresses taboo topics like periods and sex education, providing a thought-provoking exploration of these critical themes. Started: February '25 Ended: (The book is unedited) I don't own any form of media used in this story. It belongs to their respective owners.

_____________________________________ ✨THE DEVIL I CALLED HUSBAND ✨ _____________________________________ Amisha (eleven, white kurta, black skirt brushing ankles, single thick braid swinging) appeared at the archway. Her eyes were huge, confused. "Kahan ja rahe ho aap?" She twisted the end of her braid. "Sab log aapko bye bolne aaye hain..." He didn't turn. "Foreign. Padhne." Her sandals scraped closer. "Kitne din?" No answer. "Wapas kab aaoge?" Still nothing. "Aap wahan kya padhoge? Maths? Woh pulley wala?" She tried a smile. "Mujhe bhi sikha dena jab-" "AMISHA, CHUP!" The roar exploded, raw, vicious. He spun, face twisted, eyes black fire. "KITNI BAAR BOLNA PADEGA? MUJHSE SAWAL MAT KAR! HAR BAAT MEIN MUJH PAR LATKTI HO JAISE KOI GADDI HO! MAIN JA RAHA HOON AUR TUMHARA KOI HAQ NAHI HAI ROKNE KA!" She froze, braid mid-swing. "SAMJHAA? TUM EK BOJH HO! SIRF RONA AATA HAI! MOTI, CHOTI, BEWAQoof LADKI! MAIN YAHAN SE NIKAL RAHA HOON AUR TUM MERE LIYE KUCH BHI NAHI HO! KUCH BHI NAHI!" Each word was a slap. He stepped closer, towering. "AGAR EK AUR SAWAL KIYA NA, TOH AAJ HI IS HAVELI SE NIKALWA DUNGA! JAO! ABHI! MUJHSE DOOR!" Silence cracked open. Amisha's face drained white, then flooded crimson. Her lips parted-no sound. Tears spilled, instant, silent, huge. She turned. Ran. White kurta flashing like a ghost down the corridor, braid whipping behind her like a broken rope. Sobs tore out of her throat (sharp, animal, terrified). Abhiraj stood rooted, chest heaving. The courtyard blurred. His own voice echoed back, monstrous. He punched the pillar once-hard. Knuckles split. This story is from 2000's era.but it will be not that old time one okay there will be still some moment which shows that this family haw mind okay.enjoy!!

In rain-soaked Dublin, Aoife begins to unravel the life she thought was hers, discovering that love, identity, and belonging are not given - they are claimed. *** Aoife Brennan planned the perfect night to celebrate the life she thought they were building together. But when the clock strikes midnight, she discovers that some truths don't come crashing down - they unravel, quietly. Set in the rainy corners of Dublin, The Placeholder is a story of love mistaken for fate, and the quiet ache of being someone's almost.

Seraphina Ravelle, being the stepdaughter of Marquess Edric, always received luxury. Her mother, Isadora Ravelle, the second wife of the Marquess, abused her power and bullied her elder sister, the Marquess's first wife's daughter, Liora Ravelle. Although she loved her sister, she couldn't express it. In a desperate attempt to give her elder sister a good life, she faked a letter in her name and sent a marriage proposal to Grand Duke Izek Viremont-but to her surprise, he sent a marriage proposal to her?? How is that possible?

"I only wanted to watch the story unfold... not become part of it." One morning, I awoke not as myself, but as a minor side character in my favorite novel-the quiet daughter of a Count destined to fade into the background. My plan was simple: stay out of trouble and enjoy the view as the heroine and her destined lover blossomed before my eyes. But fate had other ideas. The cold, dangerous Crown Prince-the very villain fated to bring chaos-set his sights on me. Now, instead of peacefully watching the love story I once adored, I find myself trapped in a dangerous game of obsession, desire, and a future that was never written in the book.

How can you lose something you never have? When your own mother poisons you to gain pity from others, how should you feel? Why was I, the youngest, being married off? How could I care about something that was never mine? WARNING! Viewer discretion advised: Story contains adult content that is unsuitable for children. NOTE from the writer: I'm an amateur writer so please overlook plot holes, grammar issues, or anything else a story is supposed to have. This is my original story so... as the saying goes "if you have nothing nice to say, don't say anything at all".

River is the most typical villainess you'll find in any otome girl. Even though she is the epitome of beauty, the heroine wins all the male leads and the villainess has a tragic end. But since she knows this is a game and how it's going to play out, she decides to use her beauty and seduce that one man who can give her a happy ending and the life of luxury she deserves.