"They say some people are lessons, not lifetimes. I just didn't think I'd have to learn the same lesson twice." At nineteen, Ishaan was Aavya's entire world- the boy who promised her the stars under a Delhi sky and then vanished when things got "too serious." Four years later, he's back. He's older, more polished, and armed with the kind of apologies that sound like poetry. Aavya wants to belive in second chances. She wants to believe that the boy she loved has finally grown into the man she deserves. So, she lets him back in. But he doesn't just break her a second time- he shatters her belief that she's worth staying for. Enter Reyansh Reyansh doesn't offer grand, cinematic declarations. He offers a seat at his library table, a warm cup of cutting chai when she's spiraling, and a silence that doesn't feel lonely. While Ishaan treated her like a prize to be won, Reyansh treats her like a person to be known. In the wreckage of a broken second chance, Aavya realises that the most romantic thing a man can give isn't a promise of forever- it's staying grounded beside her.

(UPDATES WEEKLY 🌱) Alistair never had it easy, he was practically a walking and talking omen of bad luck. William on the other-hand, not once had he ever faced misfortune in his life. The two had crossed each other's paths within their campuses halls with the help of blood hungry fists and a vendetta for one another. But what would happen if an immovable object and unstoppable force were to be confined in a small dingey cabin for a week or two? 🏅 1st '#Curiousity' 🏅16th '#Cancer' 🏅32nd '#Tension' 🏅56th '#bully'

"Refusal is not my weave. Fate is. And the fate of your lantern is this: it breaks not from flaw, but from forbidden sight." In the halls where the spines of forgotten dreams form the pillars of reality, the Silent Weaver sits at her silent loom, watching the pooled stillness of time. She is the keeper of endings deferred and beginnings concealed... until the silence is shattered by the Gilded. ​The Gilded Idol arrives not with a triumph, but with a fracture. Her lantern, capable of exposing every truth in the cosmos, has begun to break under the weight of its own unrelenting light. What follows is a cosmic collision between two eternal forces: one who demands to see everything, and one who knows the mercy of the unseen. ​Amidst arguments of divine loneliness and the hollow adoration of mortals, a choice is offered: To remain a solitary, all-seeing sun, or to dim the light and find a home in the shadows of another. ​A lyrical, Yuri/WLW standalone story exploring one recounted intimate space between the threads of fate and the warmth of the dawn.

(Artwork by Smiscee) (PRIMARILY FOR NEW ADULTS [18+]) (YOUNG ADULTS [13-17] MUST READ WITH VIEWER DISCRETION) "Before the stars had names, there was a single, dangerous question: What is it to be?" Genesia, the life-giving Bestower, believes she has found the answer. Her vision: mortals. Beings of fleeting beauty, brittle bones, and boundless potential. But in the hallowed halls of the Novaen Reserti, her dream is viewed as a cosmic heresy. When the pantheon finally relents, the first man is born; Corsma. A "son of sons" forged from stardust who inadvertently binds the vibrant, hopeful Genesia to the brooding, solemn Armagen, the Harbinger of Endings. Together, they form an impossible family that defies the ancient laws of the gods. But as Corsma begins to walk the divine realms, he discovers that heaven is already rotting. A cancerous force of un-creation has awakened, and it is hunting the boy. To survive, the fledgling family must unite their opposing powers. But their true weapon isn't divine might, it's a power no god foresaw: the ability to weave meaning out of chaos. The first cracks in heaven have appeared. The First Canticle out of Seven has been released.

Detective Lucía Reyes has built her life on control and routine-but a killer leaving origami figures at every crime scene is about to shatter it. Her quiet mornings at a café, her careful world, even her heart, are thrown into chaos when she lets Elena, a mysterious barista with secrets of her own, stay at her Apartment. As trust and tension grow, so do the lies-and when the truth comes to light, nothing will ever be the same. Folded Lies is a dark, suspenseful thriller about secrets, obsession, and the fine line between love and danger.

"The dead can't commit crimes. And you can't kill someone twice." Cora Carter learned that the night she drove a knife into her brother's neck. She also learned that some deaths refuse to stay buried. Officially, Cora is missing. Presumed dead. Unfound. Unofficially, she is very much alive-and running out of places to hide. Cora has learned to stay alert, stay hidden, and stay alive-but secrets have a way of catching up. Her past refuses to stay buried, and the lines between predator and prey blur more with every step she takes. Trust is a luxury she can't afford, and desire is the deadliest temptation. In a world where survival is everything, Cora must navigate lies, lust, and murder-and decide which is worth risking for and which might finally be her undoing. Murder aside, she has bigger problems to worry about, like a certain someone. Tall, brown hair, emerald eyes and... If Cora has a type, it's the kind that gets her caught, cornered, and compromised. Contains mature themes and erotica. Recommended for readers 18+.

"When Alexander's Dad disappeared without a trace. His twelve-year-old son inherited everything and now the world wants answers... or his silence." The Tech Billionaire Dominic Vale K. vanished mid-flight, his private jet evaporating off the grid with no one expected what came next: All of his 27.5 Billion Euro in crypto, black cards, and offshore assets transferred to a boy the world had forgotten. Alexander Vale K. isn't average twelve-year-old, He was raised in secrecy. Trained by private intelligence. Schooled by encrypted lessons from a father who knew the wolves were coming. He's not just a child heir. He's the new keeper of a shadow empire that includes spy gadgets, burner passports, and access to classified AI systems no government dares to acknowledge. But wealth this deep comes with blood on the keys. Now hunted by faceless corporations, rogue agents, and allies of his father turned traitors, Alexander must outthink adults trained to kill while uncovering encrypted files that might reveal the truth behind Dominic's disappearance. Or worse... the truth behind Dominic himself. The deeper Alexander digs, the more dangerous the legacy becomes. Because this isn't just a fortune. It's a battlefield. And in this game, even a twelve-year-old billionaire is expendable.

Silence was her prison. Blood will be her freedom. Trapped in a home that felt more like a cage, Kyra-Rosé lived on hunger, cruelty, and quiet rebellion. One night she runs - straight into the world her mother tried to hide: the Italian Mafia, her real family, and the father she never knew. 🩸 Genre: Thriller | Tragedy | Dark Romance (Slow Burn) 🖤 Themes: survival · family secrets · trauma healing · power and bloodlines "Every silence leaves a stain."

The Monarchy is dead, but the fight for the crown has never been bloodier. Welcome to Billard Academy, where old monarchs are still in power, aristocrats rebrand themselves as old money, and the secrets and intrigue are as thick as the ivy on their ancient walls. Corin Clarendon, descendant of a broken royal line, is the only child and daughter of the Chairman. Clarendon Industries should be hers. But the rules of succession only bow to a male heir. The rule is simple: whichever boy at Billard graduates at the top of the class wins the Clarendon empire, and Corin's hand in marriage. The legacy heirs-Rothwell, Ascor, and Vandercourt-are already circling like sharks, hungry for her inheritance. They want a queen to command. They don't realize Corin isn't interested in being a wife. She's planning to be king. Then there's Lucien Green. To the elite, he's just the scholarship kid from nowhere. But Lucien is a man with a leash around his neck. Sponsored by a shadow with a lethal agenda, he's at Billard to do more than just study. Armed with an eidetic memory that makes the "top boys" look like fools-and a way of looking at Corin that makes her blood run cold and hot all at once. He's the only one who might be more dangerous than the men trying to ruin her. Only one can win. And no one must fall in love. #boardingschool #heirs #succession #rivalstolovers #inheritance games #steamyromance [updates every Wed or Thu]

"𝐈 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐰𝐞 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐩𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬?" He rasps, voice low and sensual as he stares down at me. I look up at him, unable to keep the fear off my face. "Maybe?" I squeak. He sighs. "Guess I'm going to have to fuck them out of you, yeah?" Shivering, I take two steps back, creating space that he easily eats up. "That won't be necessary." He hums, considering my words before drawling, "Too bad, did you forget what I said earlier? I. Don't. Fucking. Care." Stepping in between my legs, he tilts my chin up, forcing me to look at him. "So many bad thoughts," he mutters. "Once I start with you, I won't stop until I finish, and you better pray to God and hope that I don't break you." "Too late for that, I'm already broken," I reply. He growls, hand flying to my throat. My back digs into the wall. "Lets start with that thought." .·:*¨༺ ༻¨*:·. 𝐈𝐌𝐌𝐘 𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐎𝐗 promised herself she wouldn't fall for him. Her thirteen-year-old self had refused to accept it, convinced she could never like him-let alone love him. After two years of hating him, fifteen-year-old Immy has bigger problems than a stupid golden-boy, or so she tells herself. 𝐊𝐇𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐋 𝐕𝐀𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐂𝐎 never wanted to hate her. One touch, and he was addicted-she became his inevitable downfall. Better to make her hate him now, before it was too late. How could he control himself when he never had any control to begin with? The moment he saw her, it was gone-vanished, irretrievable-and he never got it back. "𝐉𝐢𝐮 𝐣𝐢𝐭𝐬𝐮 𝐭𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐥-𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐨𝐟 𝐢𝐭." 𝐓𝐖: 𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐩𝐡𝐢𝐜 𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 + 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐭 𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐬 (𝟏𝟒+)