The story begins with sadness but hope, as the two characters meet far from their worlds and gradually discover how similar they are. The mafia is a problem that tries to reverse their paths. Will they handle the weight of the mafia world or will they fall apart? Love story full of pretending, nicknames, twists and passion. No names, no secrets, no lies, no feelings, right? ╰☆╮ He raises an eyebrow at my demand, but decides to humor me. He leans against his motorcycle, crossing his arms across his chest. "Alright, what do you have in mind?" "What about getting to know each other without names?" "Damn, I missed my chance to ask. Now we will be both unnamed." He let out a little laugh. Which is nice so I do the same thing. "We don't need to be unnamed, just not our real names or last names. So what's your FAKE name?" I did put emphasis on the word fake and started smiling, and so did he.

ᴅᴇᴀʟꜱ ᴄᴏᴍᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀ ꜱᴀᴄʀɪꜰɪᴄᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴍᴀʀɪᴀɴᴀ ɪꜱ ʀᴇᴀᴅʏ ᴛᴏ ꜱᴀᴄʀɪꜰɪᴄᴇ ɪᴛ ᴀʟʟ ⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯ Mariana has always felt too much. A gift that tethered her to her mother-until the night it became a curse. On New Year's Eve, it blossoms into something darker, leaving her with blood on her hands and an angel's whisper in her ear. As grief cracks the foundation of her life, Mariana begins unraveling threads of darkness tied to her family's past. Torn pages, shadows in the night, and secrets that refuse to stay buried pull her deeper into a truth she cannot escape. But protection and possession are only a breath apart. And as the bond tightens around her, Mariana must decide how far she's willing to go for the truth-and what price she'll pay to claim it. ⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯

Maeve is what people call, a troubled teen. Living with her mother after a rough divorce between her parents, Maeve does whatever she wants whenever she wants. If that's going to party's, skipping school, or breaking rules, if it's not allowed, it's her cup of tea. She masks her struggles with a rude attitude, snapping at anyone who gets to close with her. Her bigger plan; distract from the emptiness that envelopes her. That's until she meets the girl she wants to be gentle with, the girl who gets to see the other side of the mask. June is a bright girl, with lots of friends and a popular statues. The one thing no one understands is her own struggle, living every day with severe undiagnosed ADHD. Her grades are dropping rapidly, and if she doesn't pull it together soon, she'll have to repeat junior year. Her friends and family don't notice her difficulties, or they choose to ignore the signs. She finds unhealthy ways to self sooth, anything to get her through the year with a clear and focused mind. As Maeve discovers new feelings she doesn't accept, June continues on her downward spiral. People are hurt, lives are changed, and all through it? Love is blooming.

"Come on you know none of it matters. none of it matters without this, us." {The first book in the Tethered series} Bernadette is no stranger to what lurks in the shadows and the pain it brings with it. For the better parts of her life were spent being pulled into the darkness, she learned quickly that in a world of sorrow it's better to disappear than face it. No one managed to save Bernadette from the tidal wave of anguish she rides on, until Alicia. But no good things truly last and if somethings too good to be true it's doomed to fail. Falling for the ghost who wandered its way into his life was never Hudson's plan. But then again, Hudson's plan seemed to be drowning out the existential dread about what his future entailed with stinging fingers and an ashy throat. The pair of them made no sense from an outside perspective. How could the guy who dances on heartstrings and the girl who finds solace in evanescing ever fit together. But perhaps when you bury your true self so far, the only person to get it back is someone who did the same. Unmasking the secrets kept so deep inside is a difficult task, but sometimes Love can push you into it. Indeed, they had a love to end all love. A love for the ages, one to shatter limitations and exceed all bounds. A Ghost and her Tether. :)

Love isn't always gentle. Sometimes, it's cruel. Sometimes, it's obsessive. And sometimes, it's dark enough to ruin you. Mia Romano was born into silence, and the world ensured her suffering for it. As the mute daughter of the Chicago Mafia's consigliere, she was treated like a defect, a flaw to be erased. With no voice, she felt invisible at least in the ways that mattered. She was mocked, mishandled, and used. In her own home, she existed only when her father needed something to break. And even then, he didn't hesitate. Not once. By twelve, she understood the weight of fear like a second skin. She learned how to survive by shrinking, how to disappear without moving. But monsters have a way of sniffing out the quietest prey. Remo Vittorio was the worst kind of monster. As the Capo of Las Vegas, his name was spoken only in whispers, if at all. He didn't rule with fear; he was fear itself. He built an empire on blood and silence, a storm that came without warning, an executioner who didn't flinch. Men twice his size bowed to him. Entire families vanished under his orders. His mercy was a myth. He felt no guilt. He didn't believe in love. But the first time he saw her, fragile and wide-eyed, a porcelain doll surrounded by wolves, something inside him cracked. Not softened. Not healed. She was terrified of him, and that only made it worse. Because Remo Vittorio didn't know how to love gently. He only knew how to keep. And once something was in his grasp, he never let go. An angel was given into the hands of the devil himself.

"𝙒𝙝𝙖𝙩𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙢𝙖𝙜𝙞𝙘 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙙?" 𝙄 𝙝𝙪𝙢𝙢𝙚𝙙. "𝙁𝙪𝙘𝙠 𝙮𝙤𝙪." 𝙒𝙖𝙨 𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙥𝙖𝙩 𝙞𝙣 𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙥𝙤𝙣𝙨𝙚. 𝙇𝙞𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙮, 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙡𝙞𝙥𝙨 𝙜𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙞𝙣 𝙨𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙣 𝙢𝙮 𝙡𝙞𝙥 𝙜𝙡𝙤𝙨𝙨. "𝘾𝙡𝙤𝙨𝙚 𝙚𝙣𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝, 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙬𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙢𝙚𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙨𝙖𝙮 '𝙊𝙡𝙞𝙫𝙞𝙖, 𝙥𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙚 𝙟𝙚𝙧𝙠 𝙢𝙚 𝙤𝙛𝙛.' 𝘽𝙪𝙩 𝙄'𝙡𝙡 𝙡𝙚𝙩 𝙞𝙩 𝙨𝙡𝙞𝙙𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙤𝙣𝙘𝙚." •°---°• Olivia Mason was not prone to change. She hated help from the police, mechanics, or anyone that will try and tear her down. Especially not an unwanted billionaire that wears a RBF pushes his way into her business. She's reckless and fast, fueled by the flames and the wanting to push her limit of speed. But when a narrow escape and a wrecked car threatens her career forever, Enzo Mendez, a former street racer and tech empire heir, makes an offer with her that she desperately needs: connections, coaching, and the tools to keep her life in one piece entirely. She's stubborn, he's infuriating. And something between the late night test drives and engine-fixes feels too much like foreplay finding themselves toeing the line they swore they wouldn't cross. Their ride to love is never smooth, between their rivalries, unburied secrets, and personal reputations collide with her want to be together, they have to decide if it's worth racing for... or if it's better just to leave it in the dust.

Saoirse keerwin thrives in loud atmospheres,the quiet is unsettling yet her life seems to be quite.constantly she battles the silence of unspoken words from her father and brothers unspoken thoughts,opinions worries about her condition are left,ingrained into their minds every time the look at her. Loud noises,make her jump with excitement, voices being heated whether it's an argument,fireworks,laughter it fills her with life and makes it easier to remember than the quiet ones. The tune of her violin had to be her favourite it wasn't too loud nor to quiet it ringed in her ears perfectly,smphonicly beautiful. Now she would barely hear one,not up close to her ears perfectly as she'd lean against it,not with her whole body trembling and misplaced twitching fingers. Not with playing the wrong cords as a lack of remembrance. It wasn't loud enough. Huntington's,Huntington's disease. Saoirse's life changed with her diagnosis. The world became quieter. She learned to like the quiet. Yet nothing stays quite for long not with two loud older brother,one with the constant theme tune of jingles and jangles of nickels in his pockets like a wind chime and the other a musician. And a certain junior doctor whoms quietness speaks waves of volume and intrigue during her hospital visits. (BWAM) written by rou.

"𝗧𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲'𝘀 𝗮𝗹𝘄𝗮𝘆𝘀 𝗿𝗼𝗼𝗺 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘀𝗶𝗻𝗳𝘂𝗹." Rosabella was all that a man could be. Complete madness, posted by trauma, vital, determined, hidden emotions , an ego fueled by raging revenge, feared, clever, and aimlessly wanted more than to be tied to a throne. It seems every thing has been based off of lies when her brother comes back from the dead, that immediately being the perfect opportunity for her expanded hope. The one thing that she was more certain about than she had ever been about...was that she would not be rejected by hope. And she would do anything for that goal. By all means, anything.. Keegan just happened to be at the right place at the wrong time. His touch wasn't poisoned like most, although he knew when to be serious, he wasn't. He was driven by compassion, gratitude, dedication, and a promise. Little did she know that she had him wrapped around her finger. Will she take that for granted and only use that towards her goal? Or will she learn to design her heart to make room for love? "𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗦𝗼𝘂𝗹𝗹𝗲𝘀𝘀'𝘀 𝗣𝗮𝘄𝗻."

"You don't have to tell me everything, just let me be the one who's there for you." She lied to fit in. He's breaking under pressure. But when their worlds collide, truth is the only thing that can save them. Maliyah Thompson is used to being invisible. At Milton Prep a private school on the Upper East Side, she wears knockoff designer bags and tells fake stories. No one knows she takes the train back to Brooklyn. No one knows her mom works two shifts to keep her enrolled. And no one knows the price she's paying to stay. Liam Weber isn't invisible. He's the new star athlete, handpicked from Europe to lead the team to a champion win. But under the surface? He's unraveling. The pressure, the secrets, the father who only sees him as a ticket to the NBA. When Liam accidentally slams a door into Maliyah's face, neither of them expects that moment to change everything. But it does.