--Don't look at him. Don't think about him. Don't encourage the bond.-- But no matter how hard she tries, Lucinda cannot stop dreaming about Oto, the shadow-cursed boy she pulled from the land of the dead. To avoid punishment for this act of forbidden healing magic, Lucinda must hide her escalating psychic dreams of Oto from an overbearing father and a kingdom that believes their bond will send them both spiraling into madness.

Amber's mission is simple: Convince the Autumn King she is his mate, seal the bond, then break him from the inside out. That's all it will take to free the four kingdoms from a tyrant who threatens to burn the world to ash. No pressure at all. Once a humble beekeeper in the fae Summer Kingdom, Amber has been recruited for a dangerous, brutal, and precise assassination. Her magic bends pheromones and rewrites scents in the air - usually to calm a hive of hornets or soothe a stray dog. Now she must use her ability to weaponize herself as a ticking timebomb in the Autumn Court. Will she succeed? Tropes include: - Fated Mates ❤️ - Enemies to Lovers 🔥 - Mistaken Identity 𐀪𐀪 - Dark Romance 🖤 - Bully Romance 😈

FRONT PAGE SCANDAL: CAPE TOWN'S MOST NOTORIOUS SOCIALITE IS DOING THE UNTHINKABLE... GETTING A JOB. THE SCANDAL OF THE DECADE. After a catastrophic fall from grace that rocked South Africa's elite, high-fashion party girl Toria Adeyemi isn't just cut off-she's banished to the corporate trenches. Cut off from her trust fund and traded in her front-row couture for a soul-crushing 9-to-5, Toria is out to prove she can survive the real world. Or at least tear it down trying. Enter Dorian Kolkoto-a sharp, Cape Coloured corporate partner who is far too overworked, unbothered, and focused on his own grind to care about heiresses treating his office like a Paris Fashion Week runway. With rolled-up sleeves, dark unruly waves, and zero patience for trust-fund antics, he's the only man in Cape Town immune to her charm. THE DRAMA. THE GLAMOUR. THE ULTIMATE COLLISION. In a world of vintage Vivienne Westwood fits, sharp high-society backstabbing, and ruthless corporate politics, Toria and Dorian are oil and water-until a single leaked secret threatens to burn both their reputations to the ground. Sex & The City energy meets Gossip Girl chaos. Welcome to the era of professional scandal.

Mia thought college would be her reinvention arc. Instead, sophomore year starts with public humiliation, unresolved body image issues, a deeply concerning dependence on iced coffee, and a library floor incident that nearly results in her dying of embarrassment in front of an annoyingly attractive stranger. Jesse was supposed to be temporary. Just a cute guy in the library with suspiciously nice hands and an emotionally stable response to chaos. Unfortunately, he keeps showing up. Between late-night study sessions, campus concerts, awkward flirting, hockey games, disastrous attempts at becoming "effortlessly pretty," and Mia's ongoing war against her own brain, the line between friendship and something much more dangerous starts getting blurry. Funny, messy, painfully honest, and full of the kinds of moments that feel small until they change your life forever, Better with Time is a story about growing up, learning how to take up space, and realizing some people don't just see the version of you that you're trying to hide.

Rules are meant to be broken. Except for Daisy's. Her rules keep her sane. At twenty-two, grad student Daisy Peters has her entire life mapped out to precision-a necessity when you're constantly battling a hyper-analytical mind and a mountain of internal anxiety. Intimacy is a liability, vulnerability is a trap, and relationships? Absolutely out of the question. Enter Shawn. He's a freshman, an athlete, and everything Daisy's rigid logic says she should avoid. After a chaotic, accidental one-night stand breaks her ultimate rule, they strike a deal: no strings attached, strict boundaries, and absolutely no falling in love. Terms and conditions apply. But Shawn isn't the superficial player he pretends to be, and he has a habit of showing up exactly when Daisy's walls start to crumble. As their casual arrangement blurs into late-night text threads and unexpected safety, Daisy is forced to face the ultimate terrifying question: What happens when the only person who can quiet your mind is the one person you didn't allow yourself to keep?

She never asked for his heart only a glance, a smile, a moment. In silent corners and unread messages, she loved him with a depth he never saw. Through his laughter with others, his silence with her, and even his love for someone else she stayed. Quiet, constant, hidden. This is the story of a girl who loved Quiet... but never out loud. Of first kisses that felt like dreams, and final messages that felt like endings. A one-sided love - beautiful, aching, and unforgettable. Because sometimes, the strongest love... is the one that stays in the shadows. 💔🌙

She was the girl everyone laughed at. He was the boy who led the laughter. Joy Williams knows she'll never fit into Drake Harrison's perfect world. Every day, he reminds her exactly where she belongs-with cruel jokes, endless humiliation, and shattered pieces of confidence she can never seem to put back together. Drake Harrison has everything: looks, popularity, wealth, and the admiration of everyone at Greenwood High. To him, Joy is nothing more than an easy target. But fate has a way of turning enemies into something neither of them saw coming. As buried secrets come to light and unexpected moments force them closer together, the walls around Drake's heart begin to crack. The bully who once made Joy's life unbearable soon finds himself questioning everything he thought he knew-especially the girl he never truly saw. The question is... Can love survive where cruelty first began? Or are some scars too deep to heal? Love in Dark Places is an emotional slow-burn enemies-to-lovers romance about heartbreak, redemption, healing, and discovering that sometimes, love is born in the darkest places.

Some people don't celebrate light. Some people resent it. Some people look at joy and feel the need to dim it. At first the comments were small. "You're too sensitive." "You're a little much." "You're exhausting sometimes." "You take things too personally." They said these things with laughter. With shrugs. With the casual cruelty of people who expect you to swallow their words and thank them for it. So I did. Because I thought the problem must be me. I tried to quiet myself. I sang less. I spoke less. I laughed less. The girl I once was slowly disappeared. In her place was someone smaller. Quieter. Someone who apologized for everything - even existing. I thought if I just tried harder... if I softened myself enough... if I stopped being "too much"... they would finally accept me. But you cannot shrink yourself into someone else's comfort without disappearing completely. And one day, I realized something that changed everything. I was never too much. I was just surrounded by people who couldn't handle someone who felt deeply, loved loudly, and lived fully. This is the story of how I lost myself. And how I found my voice again.