William has always lived like a stranger inside his own home. Quietly enduring cold stares, harsh words, and endless exhaustion, he learns to survive each day by asking for nothing and expecting even less. At work, he hides behind soft smiles and tired eyes, convincing everyone he is fine. Until someone slowly begins noticing the loneliness he tries so hard to bury. And for the first time in a long while, William starts wondering what it feels like to be genuinely loved instead of merely tolerated.

"Sometimes we call it hate because love would have ruined us." They used to be inseparable... two boys against the world, bound by a friendship that felt like forever... until it shattered. Now, years later, Kairav Sinha is everything people expect, charming, reckless, the college football captain who doesn't believe in staying. And Ishaan Sehgal? He's the opposite, cold, composed, the student president who built walls no one dares to cross. They've learned how to ignore each other. How to walk past without stopping and how to pretend there's nothing left. But when they're forced into the same space again, it doesn't feel like nothing. It feels like unfinished conversations. Like words that were never said.... Like something that never really ended. And maybe it didn't, because the more they try to keep their distance, the harder it gets to ignore the way their eyes linger at each other... the way it stings to see the other with someone else... the way hate starts to feel a little too much like something else. Maybe some things don't fade or leave. Maybe... the boy he learned to hate was always the one he couldn't let go of.

In a world where Alphas rule and Omegas survive, Est has known nothing but fear. Sold by his own uncle to a cruel Alpha, he escapes-broken, frozen to the soul, and hunted by the past. Lost in a snowstorm, he stumbles upon William - a possessive Alpha doctor seeking solitude in the mountains. Amid the cold and the danger, two fates collide: one running from hell, the other searching for peace. William never thought he'd open his door to a trembling stranger. Est never thought he'd trust an Alpha again. But between the bandages, the silence, and the warmth of a shared fire, something fragile begins to grow. A bond. A forbidden tenderness. And soon, a new life blooming in the heart of winter... ❄️ A refuge in the snow. A love born from fear. A miracle carved in frost. ❄️

It was hard hating someone so much you start to obsess over them. Then again, it really was a small line between love and hate. Charlie: I shouldn't have been there. Not when Jason stood like that, and certainly not with a man on his knees before him. His eyes locked on mine, face twisted in pleasure and vulnerable. He's straight, he's straight, he's straight... Right? Jason: I knew he saw me. Blue eyes wide and lips parted. Lust or shock I didn't know, and I was too far gone to care. It was supposed to be hatred- consuming unadulterated hatred, but the second I grasped the unmistakable lust in his gaze, I was gone. Note: This work is being reedited. Majority of the story remains the same, just rewritten a little with added parts.

"you are pregnant"........ "I want an abortion".Skyler said. "I am not going to force you,but can you think about it one more time"Riven said in a pleading voice. (Sometimes we don't even know the value of those people until they go away from us) and Skyler is going to realise his mistake after everything drifts apart ...... Trops 🎀 Alpha, omega Mature content Realisation Head over heels Happy ending Ongoing....

⚠️Warning: This story contains mature content, explicit sexual scenes🔞, intense romance, and mafia-related themes including violence and power dynamics. Est is a magnetic dancer who lives for luxury, freedom, and control over his own life. He survives through charm, movement, and distance-never letting anyone get too close. Until William. A powerful and untouchable mafioso who owns everything he touches... except the one thing he never expected to desire. Est. What begins as a silent attraction slowly turns into obsession, power, and a dangerous game neither of them is willing to lose. Because in William's world, love is never gentle. And in Est's world, surrender was never part of the plan. 🔥💎🔞🔞 🚨Some images used in this story are not mine. Full credit goes to the original owners.

⚠️Warning: Slow-burn/Angst/Medical details/Smut🔞⚠️ BITTERSWEET STORY. Not strangers and not friends, but fall in love and helpless... And annoying and toxic creature crawl between them! ⚠️Disclaimers: Contains: PTSD, Panic attack, self-harm and... .....Readers discretion is advised..... Credits for pictures in the book goes to original owners, I do not own them. Only the story and Fic Posters are mine and it is a fiction and does not represent the actors' real life. Thanks. ฅ^•ﻌ•^ฅ

Top Ratings : #1 bottom ( 15.04.2026) #6 bl ( 25.04.2026 ) #3 top ( 16.05.2026) #3 loveislove ( 17.05.2026 ) #1 British ( 26.05.2026) #1 loveislove ( 31.05.2026 ) "I hate you," he said...his voice trembling with fury. "I hate your voice. I hate the very sound of your breathing." Before he could walk away, fingers curled around his collar, slamming him against the wall. A whisper followed...low, dangerous, and sealed like a dark promise. "It isn't hatred," he murmured. "It's love. Whether you accept it or not." "Lies," came the broken reply. "Everything you've said is a lie." "Yes, I lied," he admitted calmly. "And I'll lie again if I have to. I'll do anything....but I will never let you walk away from me." The cold sting of a syringe pressed into his skin. ~~~~●●●●~~~~~●●●●~~~~~~~~●●●●~~~~~●●●~~ Agniv Mehra, a 24-year-old Indian student, arrives in New York carrying ambition, rebellion, and a past he refuses to speak about. He doesn't follow orders. He never has. Karen Craves, a 32-year-old British professor, is authority personified-controlled, commanding, and dangerously unreadable. Everyone listens to him. Everyone obeys. Except Agniv. Two men.Two secrets. One Line should never meant to be crossed When stubborn defiance collides with ruthless obsession, boundaries blur, lies deepen, and control becomes addictive. Is this love...or something far more merciless? And when the truth finally surfaces... will either of them survive it? Tropes & Themes ●Top Student × Bottom Professor ●Dark Academia ●Power Play ●Age Gap (8 years) ●Mild BDSM ●Lies & Manipulation ●Good Boy Kink ●Indian × British ●Hidden Identities ●Obsession vs Control

[work in progress] The country belongs to the Brars. Everybody fears their power. For fifty years, one family has ruled India with blood on its hands and a nation beneath its heel. Away from it all, Kyan has spent his whole life surviving by staying invisible until one reckless afternoon places him directly against the dictator's son The face of a regime. And the start of a madness he would never outrun.

Dawson has had it rough. Not as bad as some, worse than others. He lives in constant secret, heart ache and pain. After his parents died he under went a transformation, rendering him unrecognizable. After three years of pain, cutting, and one suicide attempt, he returns to his hometown. As Dawson hides his identity, it will become harder and harder to seal away the truth when faces from the past start revealing themselves, including his gorgeous ex best friend Alec. Only Dawson isn't the only one with secrets and when a lie reaches Dawson's ears, it will take all he has in him to protect the one thing he has left. Himself. Dealing with depression is hard, and Dawson will have to learn it's not something that can be handled alone. He'll have to open up his heart once more, even if it risks him getting hurt, if he wants to achieve happiness. ---------------------------- This is a trigger warning, to anyone that has problems with self-harm I recommend you don't read this as there are some graphic scenes. Also, this is a boyxboy story, so if you don't like hot steamy action between two boys, this is not the story for you. If you don't like it you shouldn't even be reading this anyway and I will not tolerate hate. You do not choose your sexuality and no one else has the right to make someone feel bad about who they are. Also, if any of you are having problems, or the story has triggered you, please inbox me. I love to hear from my readers.