Remington knows very little of the world, kept within a basement for years by his Mentally ill father who he had grown attached to and loved dearly, left to the mercy of a powerful man. But when a series of events result in him entering the new modern world, he's thrown in the secrets and betrayals of the family that abandoned him. Too innocent and naïve for the world, Remi must navigate his family and understand the woman that abandoned him. Having to navigate two new brothers, a step father that he doesn't understand and a mother who wants to ignore everything around her. Contending with friendships, modern life and a world that he had never truly seen before, the wave of anxiety is building and the looming threats from the shadows. But Remi knew three things in his life: Love is pain Hatred was inevitable Everything was his fault. ** I will not place trigger warning on the chapters, so please read the tags before reading this book as it touches on some heavy topics. Including, Abuse (all kinds), Abandonment, Suicide, Swearing, Chains, Gore, Blood, Drugs/Alcohol, Stockholm Syndrome, Sexual Assault/Rape. Etc. Please be kind in your comments, but I welcome comments. I'm sorry I'm not very good at descriptions, but please give this story a chance and adore Remi as I have adored writing him. I am hoping this will become part of a series.**

"𝐎𝐡 𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐞, 𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐦𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐞. 𝐇𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐈'𝐦 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮." -𝐄𝐝𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐒𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐩𝐞 ✧⁂✧ 𝐑𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐏𝐆-𝟏𝟑 [𝐋𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐋𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐒𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫]

After finally finding safety in the quiet, Elara knows one thing for certain: change is loud. At fourteen, the world is shifting all at once. A new baby is coming. Bedrooms are moving. School no longer feels safe. Red and white creep into places that used to be purple, and the noise of fear won't quiet. As Elara struggles to hold onto what feels safe, her family is learning too - how love can stretch, how exhaustion and worry live beside devotion, and how healing doesn't mean the past disappears. (Sequel to The Colour of Quiet)

Arabella is only three years old. She lives in a small, quiet house with a father who is often loud, angry, and absent even when he's there. Her mother is gone, and Arabella doesn't understand why-only that the house feels colder without her. One rainy night, Arabella is accidentally locked out of her home. While her father sleeps inside, lost in his own darkness, Arabella wanders into the night alone. She didn't know what love was, until some people came along, caring for her.

After years of silence, bruises no one asked about, and a home that was never truly safe, seventeen-year-old Asher and his seven-year-old sister Felicity are leaving everything they know behind - to siblings they haven't spoken to for years. The troubled teen faces difficulties trusting the new setting, while Felicity can't muster up the courage to speak from the trauma both have faced. Carrying scars from a home that nearly broke them, old wounds clash with new beginnings as Asher and Felicity learn that healing isn't quick or easy. Yet sometimes - the safest place to land is the one you never expected. [@blackwidowballerina]

What Remains of Us, follows 8-year-old twins River and Willow as they're suddenly left on the doorstep of four older brothers they never knew existed. After years of shielding his autistic sister from the unpredictable wrath of their abusive mother, River now faces a new challenge: trusting someone else to help carry the weight. While Willow figures out how to belong. As Campbell, the oldest sibling, and Spencer are thrown into the deep end of guardianship of two more siblings, the family must navigate trauma, trust, and the delicate complexities of disability. Willow has always depended on River to understand her needs-needs no one else seems to see. But can Campbell, Spencer, and their other two brothers step into the roles these children so desperately need?

Three years ago, fourteen-year-old Elora Rossi had everything: five protective older brothers, a chaotic but loving home, and a life she loved. Then, the phone rang. A police report. A DNA test. A miracle: The twin sister she never knew she had. Elora always dreamed of having a sister. Helena was kind, funny, and effortlessly fit into the boisterous Rossi family dynamic. But then, out of an innocent, careless mistake, disaster struck. Elora was exiled to a bleak boarding school in Scotland, branded a traitor by the people she loved most. ​Now, she is coming home. ​But the Rossi manor isn't home anymore. Her room is gone. Her brothers look at her with cold, guarded eyes. And standing in the center of it all, wearing her face and living her life, is Helena.

noun: one who returns, especially from the dead or a long absence They lost her once. They'll burn the world to get her back. Cecilia Bonetti has spent her life locked away in a care home - isolated, overlooked, and surviving in silence. What she doesn't know is that five powerful men have been searching for her since the day she vanished... and they're her brothers. As the feared leaders of the Bonetti mafia, they believed Cecilia was gone forever. Until now. But blood has memory. And when sunshine slips into their dark world, even the coldest hearts begin to crack. They'll fight to keep their composure - ruthless, untouchable - but with Cecilia back, staying cold might be the hardest battle they've ever faced.

New York never slept, but that night, the Ricci household did. The penthouse, usually filled with laughter, music, and the scent of fresh espresso, had fallen into an eerie silence. The soft hum of the baby monitor sat unnoticed on the bedside table. No one heard the creak of the nursery door. No one noticed the absence of breath from the bassinet. By morning, the world had changed. Three year old Alessandro Ricci was gone. The first scream came from Valentina, the eldest daughter. She was the one who found the empty crib, the soft blue blanket discarded on the floor. Then came the chaos-the panic in their father's voice as he barked orders in rapid Italian, the trembling in their mother's hands as she clutched the baby's last-worn onesie. The police swarmed in, news cameras soon followed, and for days, the Ricci's were a family under siege. A family in mourning. Days turned into weeks. Weeks into months. The trail went cold. The whispers began-speculations, doubts, cruel insinuations that an influential family like theirs should have been able to protect their own. But the Ricci's knew the truth. Someone had taken Alessandro. And three years later, as the city moved on, they never did. Because somewhere out there, their baby brother was waiting to come home.