Izmir, 1922. As a city falls to flames, a woman holds a stranger's child in her arms and fights to save its life-with nothing but courage and faith. This is the true story of a family that never gave up. From the burning shores of Asia Minor to the snow-covered mountains of World War II, through poverty, war, and exile, Katerina and her grandson walk a path carved by history's wounds. She, a housemaid turned protector of a child not her own. He, a soldier who carried a wounded comrade for hours through the rain. And between them, the women who endured, the children who were born, and the dreams that whispered back to life. A story about people who learned to love with their hands, to fight in silence, and to keep going-with courage and hope.

Grand Pre 1749- The British are encroaching upon Acadian lands. Where does ones loyalty land?

1990s~ Happiness. What does it mean? If someone had asked me this question, I would say it's when tears fall freely from your eyes, and a big smile is plastered on your face-when you don't know how to describe the feeling, the eruption of a literal volcano in your heart. That is a joy that comes from deep satisfaction. And I can see that clearly on her face-Rajkumari Ahana ji-as she looks at her man with a deep sense of love in her eyes. Her man, Arup ji, just wants to hold her in his arms as they announce their wedding to the whole kingdom. I clap for them as joyful dancing begins in the big hall. Commoners and royals alike are dancing together. Why not celebrate? It's the announcement of a wedding between the Rajkumari of Malana and a commoner-or I would say, a pottery maker. A tear of happiness rolls down my cheek without me knowing, as I feel their love to the core of my being. It was a great task for me to unite them. It feels good to see others happy. I feel like I've experienced this before, just like the Rajkumari. I gaze at the people of the whole kingdom dancing and singing. But suddenly, more tears roll down my cheeks... My gaze fixes on a man who is looking at me with the same expression as I'm looking at him... Shock, vulnerability-like a thunderbolt passes through our hearts at the same time. My grip on my lehenga tightens when I see his tears falling the same way as mine. He is the same man who comes to me in my dreams... Whose face is carved in my heart... Whose picture I draw on the ground while sitting by our old riverbank. How? Because I have never seen this man before... but he is real!~ _______________________________

It was the time of the year, when Spring is at its height, bringing about a time of joy, renewal, and love. The Festival of Eros was back, but this time it wasn't just any noblemen looking for a wife, but the Crown Prince of Camelot. The eligible ladies of Eden scramble to enter and only a few candidates will be shortlisted. They must compete against each other to win the affection of Prince Henry before the start of the next Festival. Princess Annabel of the Selia Dynasty Lady Priyanka of the Kisha Dynasty Lady Charlene of the Moonrose Empire Princess Ishani of the Asura Empire Lady Catherine of Haitia Who will win in the race for his heart? ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ Co-written with ellinoom Cover, banners and dividers by GirlWithSparkleEye Started: 11.09.23 Published: 04.04.24 Completed: 00.00.00

🏆(16 awards winner)🏆 "𝗬𝗼𝘂'𝗹𝗹 𝗳𝗹𝘆 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗺𝗲, 𝗹𝗶𝘁𝘁𝗹𝗲 𝗯𝘂𝘁𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗳𝗹𝘆, 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗜'𝗹𝗹 𝗱𝗲𝗰𝗶𝗱𝗲 𝘄𝗵𝗲𝗻 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝘄𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 𝗯𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗸." He whispered, his warm breath teasing her ear. Elisa Thakur, a medical PG student who is bold - too bold for a family that tried to cage her unapologetic self. They were abusive, controlling, and more like criminals than a family. And yet » She was mouthy and rebellious who refused to obey. And Beneath it all someone is watching. Waiting. Wanting. Plotting. ➹ Adrik Rathore. Her stalker. Or her shelter? The Ruthless Mafia billionaire whose name itself made people flee- long before they could be caught in his web. Adrik, the Spider, who is obsessed with every drop of blood that runs down Elisa's veins. 𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙗𝙪𝙩𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙛𝙡𝙮 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙛𝙡𝙪𝙩𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙤𝙣 𝙖 𝙛𝙡𝙤𝙬𝙚𝙧. 𝘽𝙪𝙩 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙜𝙞𝙫𝙚𝙨 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙣𝙚𝙘𝙩𝙖𝙧. 𝘽𝙪𝙩 𝙥𝙤𝙞𝙨𝙤𝙣. He'll save her from everyone, but who will save her from the web he's set for her? Tropes: Bold and strong FL Stalking×protective MMC Spicy smut Age gap Enemies to lovers Hate to love (No cheating trope)

🏆 7 AWARDS' WINNER 🏆 Ever since she was young, Melinda Grey knew she had a great destiny waiting for her. As a magical prodigy the likes of which the grand country of Obscuria had rarely seen, she had spent years and years training among those like her to preserve its glory. Unfortunately, when a great war led by a sorcerer named Patrick Hemingway manages to be worse than almost four decades of terror, causing Melinda to be faced with an evil she never could have imagined, the whole world is in danger of being ruined. However, that's only the tip of the iceberg. The trauma of a war-ridden country and many scarred psyches echoes throughout all facets of life, more horrible than the darkest of magic, especially as Melinda battles her dark side, searching for a way to preserve her tainted soul even as eldritch forces from above lead her astray, promising to reveal to her the secrets of the divine. Struggling against all odds, she gathers all her loved ones for a last stand, but will it be enough with all the odds stacked up against them?

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I headbutted the hottest girl on campus. Now that girl won't leave me alone. Ryne is everything I can't stand: cocky, charming, and stupidly attractive with a wolfish gremlin smirk that should be illegal. Our one forehead-to-forehead collision should have been the end of it, but ever since she followed me on Instagram, she somehow shows up at every party I attend. The worst part? Ryne's actually funny. And sweet. And maybe I might want to kiss her. Then I met Blake Han at a frat party: blonde, mysterious charm that makes it genuinely hard to think straight, from a rival university, and is the complete opposite of Ryne in every way possible. Now I'm caught between them both. If you were me... who would you pick? ============================================== WARNING: This story is rated MATURE for explicit mentions of sexual content, violence and mental health issues. Please proceed with caution. Started: 12.06.25 Ended: 30.06.25 Re-Edited: 04.09.25 © 2025 by eleeyjs (EJ Chow). All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted in any form or by any means-including photocopying, recording, or other electronic or mechanical methods-without the prior written permission of the author, except in the case of brief quotations used in critical reviews or scholarly work.

The café was half-empty. Late evening. "You look like you've been reading something interesting," Ji-Woon said, nodding at the psychology book on the table. Woojin didn't smile. "Just definitions." "Of?" "Human patterns. Behavioral disorders. That kind of thing." Ji-Woon stirred his iced americano lazily. "So... psychopath or sociopath?" Woojin's eyes lifted. "Psychopaths are born cold. Sociopaths are made cruel." "And which are you?" "Neither. I just observe." Ji-Woon grinned. Not wide. Just crooked. "You don't believe in diagnosis?" "I don't believe in labeling weapons." Silence. Outside the window, a girl walked a white dog. Inside, the espresso machine hissed. Ji-Woon tapped his glass once against the table. "People talk about morality like it's a compass. I think it's a lockpick. The better you are at pretending to care, the more doors you open." Woojin tilted his head. "So which door did Choi Hyun-Seok open?" A pause. Ji-Woon's smile didn't falter, but his fingers froze briefly. "I think he picked the wrong one." "Unfortunate." "Mm. For him, at least." More silence. This one heavier. --- They don't become friends. Not immediately. They orbit each other. Test each other. Masked in casual conversation. Woojin senses Ji-Woon is dangerous-not in a physical way, but socially. Ji-Woon senses Woojin is cold-unreachable. Not like the others. And both of them? They don't trust each other. But neither can look away. But when a detective turns up dead, both boys are tied to the shadow left behind. Not by evidence. Not by motive. But by the way they watched. One of them crossed the line. And the other might have opened the door. Two monsters. One body. No witnesses. Who betrayed who first? Warning: This work is fictional and do not intend to resemble any living person and actual location. Credits : @Rosy_Posy_Cozy for book cover