Natalia has always admired Melody from a distance, but as Junior year begins, something feels different. The more they share quiet moments, the harder it is to ignore her feelings. But love isn't simple, especially when the world around them isn't ready to accept it. As their bond grows, so do the challenges they face-ones that could pull them apart before they even get the chance to see what could be. -----------------------------------------------------------------

Tales of beauty, longing, and the shadows within. Featuring "Desert Rose", a sultry retelling of Mark Antony and Cleopatra's passionate love affair, told from his perspective.

You've heard of alternate timelines and have seen Seth and Chase's future kids, but never before have we explored alternate timelines where the slightest change can change the whole future. Follow Seth and Selena as two childhood friends try their damndest to save each other and the world!

She was the daughter of head of the "Ravens" the Spanish mafia which was in the control of most of the Southern Europe. She was in no sense weak or reckless. Her eyes were colder than ice and words dipped in strongest of poisons. Ethereal. she was absolutely ethereal. But behind her intoxicating smile, there was something dangerous, something absolutely chilling. He was the son of head of the "Hemlocks" the German mafia in control of the Western Europe. He was arrogant, and why wouldn't he be? He had it all. Money, power, fame, and to top it all, looks. But there was his demeanor, so cold, so indifferent, so calculating, that no one dared to anger him. He had built around him a wall, not of bricks, but of steel. He was not aggressive unnecessarily, unlike how one might imagine a mafia leader to be. He never killed more than he needed to, but he never failed to strike those he once caught upon. She hated him. After all, he was the one who caused her so much misery throughout her life. He hated her. After all, he had to suffer at the hands of her family, because of her. What could go wrong- no. What couldn't go wrong if they have to be under the same roof?

The night clawed at the city, a suffocating blanket of darkness concealing its hidden truths. A lone figure, a wraith in the urban jungle, glided through the shadows, her footsteps a whisper against the cold, unforgiving pavement. The air crackled with anticipation, a palpable tension that thrummed through the labyrinth of alleyways and dimly lit streets. The scent of damp asphalt and exhaust fumes, a potent cocktail of urban decay, was laced with the intoxicating sweetness of jasmine, a jarring contrast that clung to the air like a whispered promise. The woman, cloaked in the anonymity of the night, possessed a lithe and agile frame that moved with a predatory grace. Her raven hair, a silken cascade, draped over her shoulders, merging with the shadows that enveloped her. Beneath the hood of her jacket, her eyes, like piercing black coffee, that seemed to burn with an inner fire, scanned her surroundings with a predatory intensity. The contours of her face, sharp and defined, hinted at a steely determination, a resolve that bordered on obsession, a hunger that fueled her every step. As the moon cast its silvery glow over the urban landscape, the woman's presence was like a phantom, her movements silent and elusive. The city held its breath, a silent witness to the unfolding drama that lay beneath the surface. The distant rumble of a passing train, a rhythmic groan of metal on metal, punctuated the silence, a stark reminder of the city's relentless pulse. In the heart of the night, where shadows danced and whispers lingered in the air, a tale of obsession and intrigue began to unfurl, a story spun from darkness and desire... Genre: Dark Romance Trigger Warnings: This story contains themes of stalking, obsession, sexual assault, violence and psychological suspense. Reader's discretion is advised.

They call it El Cielo Alto, the high heaven of Manhattan. A world built on luxury the powerful can afford. Vivian Valentine has everything a woman is supposed to want. Beauty that turns heads, a name that opens doors. Marco Valentine, a man who rules the city's elite like a king behind closed doors. To the world, she is his flawless queen: the picture of grace, devotion, and perfection. But beneath the marble floors and diamond chandeliers lies rot. This was not built on love, but on secrets, old, dangerous, and buried deep beneath their marriage vows. They say every sinner has a story. Hers begins the night she stops pretending. Because this isn't salvation, it's damnation dressed in silk. Desire can destroy faster than betrayal, the closer comes to a truth no one dares speak: not all sins are hidden. Some sleep beside you every night. And some the kind you feel in your chest, the kind that make you human are the ones that can't be forgiven. As Vivian's perfect world begins to crumble, she will uncover the truth about her husband and herself. And when the masks come off, she'll find herself standing in the ruins of the life she once worshipped.