Two years of marriage. Endless love. And a secret that could destroy everything. Adrian loved Celeste... but his desires led him into a forbidden affair. When the mistress becomes pregnant and abandons the child in his care, Adrian is forced to juggle love, lies, and a life-altering secret. Celeste begins to suspect, but his charm and devotion make it impossible to confront him. As the truth slowly unravels, love, trust, and loyalty are pushed to their breaking point. Every choice has consequences. Every lie leaves scars. And sometimes, the ones you love the most are the ones who hurt you beyond repair ❤️‍🔥💔

Everyone thought I had the perfect marriage. A loving husband. A beautiful home. A relationship people admired and wished for. And I let them believe it. I smiled in public... While silently breaking in private. For three years, I endured disrespect, betrayal, and a love that only existed when people were watching. Until the night everything changed. A phone call. An accident. And a truth I could no longer ignore. He was with her. The same woman he told me not to worry about. The same woman he chose over me-again and again. Now he's broken. And suddenly... he needs me. But I'm no longer the woman who begged to be loved. This time, I'm choosing myself. And walking away from the perfect marriage that was nothing but a lie

Copyright © 2026 by Bookish Dae From a box of pastries and a stormy eyed glare in a greasy auto shop, a most unlikely love story bloomed. Thea, all sunshine and sugar, saw past the hardened exterior of Blaze, a grumpy ex-con haunted by a tragic past, and slowly melted the walls around his heart with unwavering kindness and fierce loyalty.

Ivy Matthews was no stranger to the hockey world. But when her boss and professional left-winger, David Zhenko, claimed she was his good luck charm, she was left flabbergasted. Will Ivy be willing to cooperate with Zhenko's demands to help him win some games? Will she be left heartbroken when she starts falling for his charms? Trigger Warning: This story contains bullying, hateful speech, and mentions forms of self-harm and drug addiction. If these are sensitive topics to you, please avoid this story and practice self-care. ❤️

All her life, Lilah knew the role she was expected to play but could never quite get right. Deciding to put herself first, she left everything behind. Away from a controlling ex-fiance and the family she was never enough for, Lilah is slowly beginning to heal. Plagued by nightmares she flees to the quiet town that happens to be home of The Reaper's Guard MC. Trading her laptop for paint brushes, she is on a mission to find herself, no matter the cost. To most, juggling two jobs and a full course load would seem overwhelming, but to Lilah it means freedom to finally be herself. Everyone knows of Scythe, but nobody really knows him. Keeping to himself, the club enforcer is known by his reputation. Quiet, intense, and deadly, he sets everyone on edge. When it comes to torture, he is an artist. The echoes of his works line the walls, floor and ceiling of the clubhouse basement. When fate intervenes and these two broken souls meet, sparks fly. Unfinished business with a traitor has Scythe distracted when Lilah's past comes knocking. Will their fragile flame survive the aftermath?

When I was 14, my best friend, Declan, rushed into my life like a storm. He climbed through my window one night, carrying a duffel bag full of baseball equipment, but it wasn't for a game. It was for me. He'd seen the bruises, heard the shouting, and knew what my dad had been doing. Declan, smaller than me even at that age, fought my father to protect me, taking the blows that I couldn't fight off. That night, my dad moved us away, and I never saw Declan again. Now, 13 years later, I'm back in town-older, tougher, and a lot more guarded-but I have no idea where Declan ended up. Life pulled us in different directions, and mine was full of scars, seen and unseen. Then, one night at a red light, a guy starts harassing me through my open window. Before I can react, a motorcycle screeches to a stop beside me. The rider-tattooed, broad-shouldered, and completely lethal-reaches through the guy's window, slams his head into the steering wheel, and rides off like it was just another Thursday. I follow him. He ends up at a place called The Rusted Anchor, a rough bar on the edge of town, hidden behind rusted fences and rows of bikes. The crowd is loud and rough, but I've seen worse. Inside, it smells like whiskey, smoke, and danger. And behind the bar, pouring drinks with practiced ease, is the man I thought I lost all those years ago-Declan. He's no longer the quiet, skinny kid who risked everything to protect me. He's a man now-hardened, scarred, with eyes like storm clouds and a presence that silences a room. He doesn't recognize me at first. But when he does, I see it-that same fire, that same instinct to protect. Only now, it burns even hotter. Declan isn't just back in my life. He's ready to do whatever it takes to keep me safe. And this time, no one is going to take me away from him.

He left me on a hike in Alaska, three days before a snowstorm. He thought I'd die. I didn't. I thought I knew him. I didn't. I didn't know him at all.

What We Survived Some love stories don't break loudly. They fracture quietly-through silence, guilt, misunderstandings, and the things left unsaid. Mara thought walking away would save her. Caleb thought loving her harder would fix everything. An accident changes the course of their lives. A betrayal forces the truth into the open. A baby arrives when nothing feels certain. This is not a story about perfect love. It's about broken vows, hospital corridors, therapy rooms, and the slow, painful work of choosing each other again. About guilt that lives in the body. About forgiveness that doesn't come easily. About love that survives-not because it's simple, but because it refuses to die. What We Survived is a raw, emotional slow-burn about marriage, loss, healing, and the quiet courage it takes to stay.

This is a story about what happens when love meets grief and neither of them wins. Before, there was laughter in the dark. Stolen touches. The thrill of wanting something we were never meant to have. He felt like rebellion and safety all at once - like if I chose him, the world might burn, but he would stand in the flames with me. I didn't understand that some fires don't keep you warm. They consume. There was a night - the kind people whisper about later. The kind that divides your life into before and after. When the dust settled, something precious was gone... and the boy I loved was left carrying the weight of it. He never said it out loud, but I saw it in his eyes. The guilt. The unraveling. The quiet way he began pulling away from me long before I realized I was losing him. Grief changes people. It turns love into something desperate. It turns promises into things that tremble. It makes you cling tighter... even when you should run. I told myself he was hurting. I told myself pain makes people do things they don't mean. I didn't realize some damage can't be undone. By the time the truth surfaced, it was already too late. Too ugly. Too sharp. The kind of truth that doesn't just break your heart - it rearranges it into something unrecognizable. He says he'll spend the rest of his life making it right. But love born in secrecy. Love baptized in tragedy. Love tested by something unforgivable- It doesn't come out untouched. And if you're waiting for me to tell you we survive this... You should know something first. Some nights don't end when the sun comes up. Some nights follow you forever. And ours was the kind that leaves a body behind.

A witch who lost the love of her life to her sister. She'd given up on love, determined to live alone and never put herself through that again. But someone was determined not to let her.