Ya'll are in for a treat I promise you. Raven Gray hasn't been the same since his mom died. He's angry, broken, and pushes everyone away. Noah Lockwood is the golden boy who refuses to stay out of his life. Slowly, the walls Raven built start to crack-and he has no choice but to let someone catch him when he falls. "I'm so tired, Noah," Raven whispered, tears streaming down his face. Noah pulled the boy close to his body and stroked his hair comfortingly. "I know," he said, closing his eyes. "I know." Interviewer: *visibly tearing up* [CAN BE READ AS A STAND ALONE]

Eighteen year old Sasha isn't ready to live independently, but his parents didn't give him any choice. Too anxious and unsure of himself to really live, he sits alone in his tiny apartment and tries to stay distracted. He stays quiet, hoping to go unnoticed by the world. Next door, Cooper shares an apartment just as small with his two roommates. He knows his friends love him, but he's loud and impulsive and easily distracted, and sometimes he feels like a burden. He thinks the apartment next to theirs is empty, until one day he hears a sound from next door...

After a car accident took his ability to walk, Blake wakes up from a coma. He now has to grapple with the thought that his whole life has changed. One day he meet a new patient on the ward: a handsome football player who shattered his leg and thinks his life is over too. [please vote and comment as you read along, thank you! This story has a few trigger warnings before you read. It contains mentions of depression, death, mental health issues, revenge and a lot of suicidal thoughts.]

Aurelia and Elara - the youngest twins and the only daughters of the De Santis family - were once the heart of their household. Inseparable, gentle, adored. Where one went, the other followed. Their parents cherished them. Their brothers protected them. But everything shattered the night eight-year-old Elara was found bleeding on the floor... and Aurelia stood over her, a knife in her hand. Blamed for a crime she didn't commit, Aurelia was sent away to a strict boarding school for "troubled children." Her parents believed discipline would straighten her out. What they never imagined was the truth - the cruelty hidden behind the school's walls, the sadistic methods used to "teach," and the horrors Aurelia was forced to endure. Now sixteen, after a devastating incident inside that school, Aurelia is brought back to the De Santis mansion. But it's not a homecoming. It's an obligation. A reminder that she is unwanted, distrusted, and viewed as a threat by the very family she once loved. Follow Aurelia as she relearns how to exist in a home that no longer feels like hers. Uncover the truth of what happened that night, what really happened to her within the school, and whether the De Santis family will ever face the truth of what Aurelia had to endure and do to survive. ─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ─── "What should I ache for? The childhood that slipped away? The silence that became my companion? Or the pieces of myself that I will never get back? Maybe pain isn't a phase-- it's just who I am." ─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ─── "How many graves will I need, to bury everything that died inside of me?" ❁Naya Aknis❁

When Jack's police record was getting too big for his father to keep bribing the police, a deal was cut in his behalf that sent him away to live with his aunt and start senior year somewhere else. There, he meets Jeovanni. The boy puts efforts into getting to know Jack, efforts that Jack doesn't appreciate. But when he found out Jeovanni was a repeat student for a reason unknown to the whole school, Jack gets intrigued into figuring out why. But, just as the reasons why Jack is the way he is, some secrets aren't made to be unveiled. AUTHOR'S NOTE: This book is a spin-off of one of the characters of my other book "Found", but you don't have to read it in order to understand "Forged Bonds", since both of them are independent stories. Enjoy the reading!

Kai sat at the edge of the bed, jaw tight, big hands wrapping gauze around my split knuckles. He was too careful, too quiet- the type that comes right before a storm rips through you. I woke up halfway through, yanked my hand free. "Don't touch me." He didn't flinch. Just looked at me with those wolf-grey eyes like I was the only war he ever wanted to fight. "Dont do that." I blinked."What?" His mouth barely moved."You dont get to do that after what you did." My lips curled into a dangerous smile. "And if I do?" He grabbed me by the jaw-gentle and cruel all at once. My breath hitched. "Then I'll just have to remind you who you belong to." His lips crashes against mine. The kiss was raw, possessive, demanding-his tongue forcing its way past my lips, dominating me until my knees nearly buckled. When he finally pulled back, a thin string of saliva connected us. I let out a needy, humiliating whine at the loss of contact. The world stopped "You want to break things?" His voice a low growl, "Break me.You want pain? I'll give you pain that loves you back. But if you ever throw yourself in front of filth like that again-" His grip on my jaw tightened, not enough to hurt, just enough to own. "I might just kill someone." *** They call me the prince of chaos. The media's favorite sin. Award-winning artist, tabloid disaster, human trainwreck with pretty eyes and prettier scars. But I didn't ask for the crown. I do drugs to sleep. Smoke to breathe. Fuck to feel. Punch cameras.Curse in interviews. And I don't apologize for any of it. That's how I got kai-my new bodyguard. 6ft something of quiet death, jaw sharp enough to cut glass, and eyes like he's already decided how I'll die if I piss him off. He doesn't play nice and he sees too much. And when he touches me, the world gets quiet for once. This isn't your typical love story. It's war. ME vs Myself. ME vs My Past. ME vs the man who swore he'd protect me - even from myself. You want to know how it ends? So do I.

A misdelivered love letter meant for the school's cheerleader lands in her twin brother's locker, sparking an unexpected friendship that forces Oliver to face family secrets, his identity, and his growing feelings for the one boy he was never supposed to love. *** Oliver Grant wasn't trying to fall for Max Ellis. He had one job: slip a love letter into locker 166 and finally confess to Kate Ellis - the cool, untouchable cheerleader of his teenage dreams. Instead, it ends up in locker 168. Which belongs to Max Ellis - Kate's twin brother. Broody. Quiet. Star football player. Definitely not the person Oliver was supposed to fall for. And the worst part? Since that day, Max Ellis has been way too interested in Oliver Grant - showing up, sitting too close, smiling like he knows exactly what he's doing. The more Oliver tries to avoid him... ...the harder Max makes it to walk away. Now Oliver's life is spiraling into awkward hallway run-ins, mixed signals, and a growing suspicion that maybe - just maybe - the wrong locker wasn't a mistake at all.

When Serena enters a new workplace, she has one rule; stay focused- no matter what. It soon turns out to be easier said than done when she meets her new boss. Valentino is strict, the epitome of difficult and much to her dismay; unbelievably fucking hot. She's determined to ignore the attraction she feels to him for the sake of keeping her job. But what Serena doesn't know is that Valentino can't get her out of his his head. He thinks about her everywhere. He feels captivated by her. He wants her. And he hates every moment of it.

Moss Kettler has always been overshadowed by his impressive younger brothers. After graduating college Moss falls into a quiet life working for an accounting firm in Detroit. Meanwhile, both of his younger brothers play for the same NHL team with the youngest being freshly drafted to the Colorado Boulders. Now that two out of three Kettler brothers are playing professional hockey, Moss comes to the realization that his family may not have as much interest in him in comparison. Throughout the hockey season Moss' theory is validated by his once close-knit family. As he begins to accept his ostracization a star defenseman swoops in to show Moss the true meaning of sportsmanship (and love).

The cold press of steel against her forehead was nothing compared to the fire blazing in his eyes. His fingers, calloused and commanding, dug into her waist as though she might vanish if he loosened his grip. Her breath came out in ragged, uneven bursts, but her chin lifted, trembling yet defiant, meeting the monster in front of her head-on. The gun didn't waver, but his eyes did. "Kill me.," she whispered, her voice breaking like glass. Her plea was not born of weakness but of exhaustion - a soul battered too long by a storm she never chose. Tears clung stubbornly to her lashes but didn't fall. She wouldn't give him the satisfaction of seeing her break. For a heartbeat, silence pulsed between them, louder than any gunshot. His thumb brushed against her skin - not gently, but like a warning, a claim. The metal against her forehead was ice; his palm at her waist burned. She closed her eyes, almost welcoming the darkness she thought would follow. But nothing came. No shot. No release. Only his ragged breath, heavy with something she couldn't name. "Say it again," he growled, voice low, dangerous, and rough. Her eyes snapped open, tears flowing like a free river through her eyes, and for the first time she saw it - the crack in his armor. He hated her for asking, hated himself for hesitating. "I said KILL ME. PLEASE just do it," she repeated, louder this time, as though her words could pierce through whatever war was raging inside him. "I-I can't go through this anyy-m-more." And for the first time in his life, the man who never blinked at blood, at screams, at endings, faltered. His finger tightened on the trigger. His grip on her waist tightened too. The world narrowed down to this moment - predator and prey, sin and innocence, violence and something dangerously close to longing.