They thought their banishment was the end. They thought the gods were finished with them. They were wrong. When chaos erupts on Titan, the children of the gods are dragged into a battle-one that will decide the fate of humanity itself. Eric, scarred by a legacy he never asked for. Angelina, Riverose High's golden girl hides a divine secret beneath her perfect smile. A secret written in her blood. Elena, torn between loyalty, betrayal, and the destiny she can't escape. Together with others like them, they must face deadly mazes, ancient monsters, the burning rage of a Gordon's vengeance, and the wrath of gods themselves. But survival comes at a cost-and the gods are not the only ones watching. As the world recovers from the event known only as The Black Apocalypse, one truth cannot be ignored: the war was only the beginning.

Rebirth to live once again, Miss Deer White just want to do 3 things: revenge, find and claim her real father and make some small money. Who can imagine? Her real father is the top guy in the film industry? Dad recognized, he is a god - level actor, spoil her from now on! Also this gives her a few cool and handsome uncles, together to spoil her too! Making small money... Deer White: Accidentally dating with the world's richest man, does it count?

Indian inspired romance 🪷 18 year old niyati is finishing her last year of high school and is on the verge of discovery all of what life truly has to offer. Of course the life she can live is limited to the many opportunities and family within the Vaishyas caste. Thankfully Being raised by a family of merchants has taught her the fundamentals of life and how to claim something of your own. A desirable new business proposal of her father's captivates the attention of the Kshatriyas family the basu's. With the two families secret desires to transfigure their status, niyati is offered a chance to marry one of the two sons, Kamadev the eldest. However she finds herself falling deeply for pranav his younger brother. While she intimately pursues both men, she finds herself understand the capacity of their compassionate ability to fight for wealth love and power. Willing to break the law and follow her heart niyati risks if all. Whom niyati choose and will their marriage be strong enough to change the varna of India??

A poetry collection about feminism, gender equality, and being a women in a men's world ⚠️Trigger warning: cursing, sensitive content

When Cassandra Laurente's life shatters overnight, she flees to the quiet town of Sta. Monica, hoping distance can silence the noise she carries. But silence only echoes what she tried to outrun. Haunted by old wounds and memories she once mistook for love, Cassandra begins rebuilding herself one slow day at a time. And then there's Carl Blanco-steady where she is cracked, patient where she is restless, a familiar warmth she never expected to find again. Between the mountains, rivers, and sea, Cassandra discovers that some things burn you... and some things teach you how to rise. A slow-burn, soul-deep romance about healing, rediscovery, and the quiet kind of love that stays. ========== This History of Fire (The History Duology Book 2) This is a standalone story. You may read The History of Summer first, but it is not required. TW: emotional manipulation, toxic relationships, panic attacks, and non-graphic sexual content.

"Sheher badalte gaye, raaste badalte gaye, par ek cheez kabhi nahi badli- uski nigah ka sukoon, aur mere dil ka darr ki kahin woh kho na jaaye." ────────────────── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ Amaya Sharma was only trying to catch a train in Mumbai. Vikram Mehra was only trying to stay out of trouble But one collision at the station changes everything her suitcase bursts open, his morning is ruined,and a mysterious little box neither of them was supposed to see puts a target on their backs. Suddenly they're running across cities, dodging thieves, fighting, arguing, saving each other and pretending they don't care. They're total opposites. They can't stand each other. And yet they keep choosing each other. Because somewhere between the chaos, the chase, and the secrets that could destroy them both,something dangerous begins to grow... Love wasn't supposed to happen. But larceny wasn't part of the plan either. And fate? Well... fate has a twisted sense of humor With love and chaos, Eleanor Velira ✨ 📸 Instagram:@ let_terstothesoul

Luna is wild, loud, and full of trouble-the fun kind. She lives on jokes, drama, and energy drinks... until Hardin shows up. He's quiet. Cold. And not the type to laugh at her nonsense. Luna's best friend, Steven, is sweet and safe. But Hardin? He's the kind of mystery that keeps her up at night. And when Luna finds out he's hiding a secret life-one with danger, missions, and people watching from the shadows-she's already in too deep. She thought she knew who she was. But some feelings change you. And Hardin might be the one thing she wasn't ready for.

Heather's life is the perfect definition of messy, though she carries more than she seems. Plus, having an unlivable sister such as Alana - who by the way has a crush on Eliott, life has no plans to be fair anytime soon. Eliott is that one hot, cute and handsome guy girls can't stop thinking about who somehow manages to get under Heather's skin every single chance he gets, despite Alana's existence. And though they've known each other since kindergarten, they spend most of their time arguing over nonsense. And now, as if sharing the same high school wasn't already enough, they are coworkers at a small coffee shop. Then comes a night. One unlucky night. When Eliott had the brilliant idea to crash his lips on Heather's during a lame game called 'Truth or Dare' at no one else but Alana's birthday. And that's when things start getting spicier - even dangerously complicated. .... "I really should go, now," I say as if something else - or rather someone, was holding me in this car. "Yeah," he mutters. "It's late. Eve will sue you if you don't show up in time." "Oh - so you're not...like...going to ask me to stay longer?" "Is that what you're waiting from me?" "No - yeah, but I mean...that's kind of your thing. You know...getting under my skin," I mutter. His hands tighten on the steering wheel and he stares back straight ahead. "The thought crossed my mind," he just let go smoothly. As if these words didn't cost anything to me. As if it didn't cost my sanity. "But if I let it win..." his voice goes low, rough, deep and honest. "I might not stop myself this time. And I fear that even this car wouldn't be enough to hold me." Then he turns to look at me again, his hands still unmoving. "If I ask you to stay, I won't take you home. Not even back to my place. I'll take you right here, in this car, on your seat or in the backseat if required. And I'll make sure to make you feel everything I feel right right now."

Morrison Institute calls itself a school of "discipline" and "structure." But beneath the polished walls, unwanted boys are discarded, molded, or left to rot. When a brutal fight ignites, violence erupts, secrets spill, cliques crumble, and the boys learn that growing up is about survival.