(A Love Story based on Criminal Minds) She finds meaning in what others leave behind. But some stories demand to be rewritten. Dr. Josephine "Jo" Prescott was never meant to be in the spotlight. A trauma linguist and one of the top graphologists in the country, she's spent her life in the spaces between - interpreting silence, decoding intent, and studying the way grief stains language. When the FBI's Behavioral Analysis Unit brings her in to consult on a ritual murder, Jo expects to offer insight and walk away. She doesn't expect to stay. And she certainly doesn't expect to matter. But some names refuse to fade. And some ghosts write back. As Jo becomes entangled in the team's darkest cases - and in the quiet pull between Spencer Reid's incandescent mind and Aaron Hotchner's steady gravity - old wounds resurface, including the disappearance of her sister, Lila, a case Jo's never stopped trying to solve. When a killer begins leaving letters only Jo can decipher, she must confront everything she's buried: her guilt, her grief, and her fear of being truly seen. Told through fragments, case files, and the emotional echoes that live in the margins, this is the story of a woman who spent her life reading everyone else's stories - until she finally writes her own.

Violence was never her calling - only her specialty. Dr. Isla Hart is many things: a forensic archivist, criminal profiler, evidence historian. She catalogues cruelty with clinical precision, decoding the patterns that others miss. In Miami Metro's cold case basement, she finds comfort in the silence of the dead - and in the order she imposes on chaos. Then there's Dexter Morgan. A blood spatter analyst with the smile of a golden boy and eyes that don't blink at horror. Isla isn't sure what he is - not at first. But he watches her the way a predator watches the one thing it might not eat. Not yet. As the lines blur between fascination and danger, Isla finds herself pulled into a game she didn't agree to play. Cases close. Bodies vanish. And every answer leads her closer to the truth she doesn't want to name. How do you catch a killer... when you might already love one? Almost Human is a forensic love story, a descent into moral ambiguity, and a portrait of two brilliant minds drawn together by the darkness they both understand too well.

Dr. Eve Callahan knows how to unravel a story-especially the ones people bury. As a forensic psychologist specializing in the unspeakable, she's trained to map the minds of killers without ever losing herself in the dark. But nothing prepares her for Baltimore. For Will Graham. For Hannibal Lecter. Will is all edges and empathy, a man who feels too much and says too little. Hannibal is elegance and control, a scholar of appetites-most of all, his own. They see Eve clearly. And between them, she begins to come undone. As the lines between desire and danger blur, Eve finds herself caught in a spiral of intimacy, violence, and manipulation. The deeper she digs, the more seductive the abyss becomes. And in the quietest corners of her mind, she begins to ask the question that haunts them all: If someone sees your soul and does not look away... do you still belong to yourself? Lyrical, fractured, and devastating, The Quietest Scream is a gothic erotic psychological thriller-a slow-burn study in control, longing, and the terrible beauty of being known.

A novel inspired by The Outsiders Tulsa, 1965. She wasn't a Greaser. She wasn't a Soc. She was something quieter, sadder, stronger - a girl who showed up when things fell apart and stayed long after they should've scattered. To Ponyboy, she was a mystery wrapped in poetry and cigarette smoke. To Sodapop, she was laughter in the kitchen at 2 a.m. To Johnny, she was kindness - the first he'd ever known. But to Dally, she was danger. Something soft he could never keep. And to Darry, she was the one thing he couldn't protect - no matter how hard he tried. They both loved her in their own ways. She loved them both back. But only one could have her. And when the bullets fall, and the fire dies out, and the silence grows loud - she'll still be there. The girl with scraped knees and a heart full of gold. The Earth Angel they never forgot.

Once, they all loved her. Now, she's the one who must choose. In 1864, Elizabeth Rossi was the girl who danced between the Salvatore brothers - golden, untouchable, and already half in love with both. But when Katherine came, everything changed. Elizabeth was betrayed, turned into a vampire, and left behind by the people she trusted most. They thought she died. She didn't. Now, she's back in Mystic Falls - older, colder, and carrying the weight of a love that never truly died. Damon wants her back. Stefan can't let her go. Elijah Mikaelson, the Original who once taught her control, is a quiet ache she's never named aloud. But Elizabeth has changed. She's not here to fall in love again. Unless, of course, it's on her terms this time.

(A Love Story based on BBC's Ghosts) Lavinia Blythe was never meant to die so young - or so unfinished. A suffragist, a scholar, a stubborn granddaughter no one expected, she arrives at Button House in a cloud of lace and indignation, armed with nothing but wit, willpower, and a haunting ability she can't quite control. Thomas Thorne falls in love with her immediately, of course. Lavinia doesn't even remember his name. But as the weeks pass and old walls echo with new laughter, something begins to shift. In the quiet hours between arguments and afterthoughts, Lavinia uncovers a family she never knew, a grief she never faced, and a love that-against all odds-might just be worth haunting for. A story about legacy, loneliness, and the soft rebellion of staying behind.

Inspired by William Shakespeare's King Lear, this is the untold story of the healer who stood between two brothers-one loyal, one treacherous. Caught in a storm of ambition, grief, and forbidden love, Élira must choose not just whom to trust... but whom to mourn. Some wounds cannot be healed. Some names are never spoken.

Bound by loss, forged by light. In a world trembling on the brink of ruin, a fallen princess with golden wings gathers a band of outcasts, dreamers, and warriors under a banner not of kingdom or conquest- but of hope. Haunted by shattered legacies and bound by wounds both visible and unseen, seven unlikely souls are thrust together by a twist of fate to stand against an ancient evil: Aldrathar, the Betrayer, a once-holy being turned harbinger of annihilation. From starlit forests to shattered citadels, from the darkest depths of forgotten catacombs to the very heavens themselves, they will battle not just monsters and tyrants, but the doubts within their own hearts. Love will bloom amidst bloodshed, loyalties will be tested in fire, and the price of salvation will be steeper than any of them could have dreamed. In the end, it is not crowns or power that will save their world- but the bonds of a ragtag family, and the light that refuses to die. Their wings are broken. Their fates are cursed. Their hearts are unyielding. Together, they will rise.

❝One thing about living in Santa Carla I never could stomach... all the damn vampires.❞ A haunting, slow-burn romance set in the world of The Lost Boys. She wasn't made for the dark. That's why it wanted her. Lilah Wren Calloway was supposed to be on her way to Stanford - top of her class, full ride, future sealed. Instead, she ends up in Santa Carla: a strange little beach town full of missing posters, boarded-up windows, and secrets that only come out after dark. She doesn't mean to get involved. Not with the Emerson brothers. Not with the pale boys on motorcycles. And definitely not with Dwayne - the quiet one, the dangerous one, the one who watches her like he already knows how this ends. But the longer she stays, the harder it is to leave. The lights of the boardwalk burn like a warning. The night hums with hunger. And Lilah is starting to wonder if maybe there was never a version of her that walked away. Vampires. Moonlight. Motorcycle rides. And the girl who gave up everything to stay.

❝ Unless you love someone, nothing else makes sense. ❞ ~ E.E. Cummings. A Dead Poets Society Story. At Welton Academy, rules are scripture, tradition is sacred, and silence is survival. For Frances "Frankie" Whitmore - the first girl quietly enrolled under a forgotten clause - it's a place she was never meant to be. Sharp-tongued and sharper-witted, she walks the halls like a secret waiting to be kept, until a boy with ink-stained fingers and too-loud laughter sees right through her. Charlie Dalton is everything Frankie isn't supposed to want - reckless, radiant, and restless to burn the world down if it means feeling something real. But beneath the mischief and bravado is a boy with too much heart, and Frankie finds herself drawn to him like a line to a sonnet - inevitable, inexplicable, and aching to be read aloud. As they're pulled into the fold of the Dead Poets Society, where poetry is rebellion and love is its own kind of defiance, Frankie and Charlie begin to discover not just each other, but themselves. In the shadow of tragedy and expectation, they will have to choose: to follow the script or rewrite the ending. A story of quiet revolutions, unsent letters, and love that lingers like verse in the margins, O My Love is a tender, lyrical ode to what we risk when we dare to be known.