When burnout leaves high-powered attorney Naomi Ellis with nothing but exhaustion and silence, she escapes to a remote mountain cabin-the kind of place where no one can find her. She's craving solitude, healing, and maybe a little peace. But there's one problem. The cabin isn't empty. Caleb Walker, a gruff construction worker with no patience for city types, has been living there while he rebuilds his life after a loss of his own. He's all rough edges, flannel, and quiet storms-and he has no intention of sharing his space. Forced to live under the same roof, Naomi and Caleb clash over everything-until the snow deepens, tempers thaw, and something unspoken starts to grow in the silence between them. What begins as a reluctant truce turns into late-night confessions, stolen glances, and a connection neither of them saw coming. But as the snow melts and the world creeps back in, Naomi will have to decide whether to return to the life she left behind-or stay with the man who showed her what home could really mean. A slow-burn, small-town, forced-proximity romance about healing, surrender, and love that feels like breathing.

Lynn and Christian were everything to each other once, first love, first promises, first heartbreak. When fate brings them together again after a decade apart, the love they once shared feels hauntingly familiar and dangerously unfinished. Second chances are tempting. But some old wounds don't always close with time... and love alone may not be enough.

Amina wants a baby-on her terms. No romance. No strings. No father involvement. But instead of going the clinical route, she picks the one man she despises: Lukas. Why? Because his genetics are perfect. His record is perfect. His health is perfect. His brilliance is undeniable. And he has a type of raw dominance that she thinks would produce a strong child. So she sets a formal business meeting. Slides a contract across his marble desk. States her intentions with no emotion. He laughs first. Then he reads the contract. Then he looks at her-really looks at her-and says: "If you want my child, Amina... you're not getting it in a cup. You're getting it the natural way." She refuses. He smirks. But Lukas has waited years for this door to open. And he knows exactly how to bend her resolve. Eventually, she agrees-strict rules, boundaries, a timeline, and an exit clause. She believes she can keep her heart out of it. But she has just stepped into his game. And Lukas? Lukas doesn't intend to give her just a child. He intends to have her. Completely.

𝗥𝗛𝗘𝗔 𝗟𝗢𝗥𝗘 was raised to be a shadow. Sit straight, smile when you're spoken to, don't make people repeat themselves and don't you dare draw attention and learn to be grateful they let the deaf daughter stay in the room at all. In Northvalle, perfection is currency. Her sister, Alina, is priceless. Rhea is the problem they keep just out of frame.. .. She's had her eyes on 𝗘𝗭𝗥𝗔 𝗠𝗔𝗥𝗞𝗢𝗩 longer than she'll ever admit. The city's quiet threat. Fixer, the man you call when you're out of options and ready to sell whatever's left of your soul. He doesn't play about what's tied to his name. He doesn't repeat himself and when you keep him waiting too long, he collects more than debt. He's invited into the Lore empire for one reason.. Alina. A marriage on paper. An alliance at the table. Lore influence for Markov protection. Breaking that kind of deal would cost more than money and everyone at that table knows it. Ezra knows what's at stake. But the wrong girl keeps catching his eye... the daughter who was never part of the offer, the one who moves like she's been taught her whole life not to be seen. He should keep his distance. Instead, he starts to toy with the line.. a glance held too long, a touch he has no business giving, secrets in dark corners that would ruin her if anyone ever found out. 𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙩𝙧𝙖𝙘𝙩 𝙨𝙖𝙮𝙨 𝙝𝙚 𝙗𝙚𝙡𝙤𝙣𝙜𝙨 𝙩𝙤 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙨𝙞𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧. 𝙃𝙞𝙨 𝙤𝙗𝙨𝙚𝙨𝙨𝙞𝙤𝙣 𝙣𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙨𝙞𝙜𝙣𝙚𝙙 𝙞𝙩 ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⋆ 𐙚 ̊. "We shouldn't be doing this..." "Then stop trembling every time I breathe your name, Malyshka." ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⋆ 𐙚 ̊. • 𝘼 𝘿𝘼𝙍𝙆 𝙈𝘼𝙁𝙄𝘼 𝙍𝙊𝙈𝘼𝙉𝘾𝙀 ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀Mature| 18+ Copyright ©️𝗐𝗋𝗍𝖾𝗇𝗂𝗆 2025 All rights reserved.

Nico Thorne is the perfect gentleman. The perfect student. The perfect best friend. For his whole life, he has been a fixture in the St. Patrick household. He eats at their dinner table, vacations in their guest house, and guards Amahle's brother like a brother of his own. He is the golden boy of Locust Grove, the heir to a legal empire, and the one person everyone trusts implicitly. To Amahle, he is just the background noise of her childhood the cold, distant figure who never looked her way. But she was wrong. He wasn't ignoring her. He was studying her. While Amahle thought she was invisible, Nico was memorizing her every move. waiting for the perfect moment to shatter the boundaries between them. He doesn't care about the decades of friendship with her brother. He doesn't care about the consequences. When a devastating mistake threatens to ruin her family entire future, Amahle thinks she has nowhere to turn. But Nico is there. Ready to help. Ready to make it all go away. She thinks he's her savior. She doesn't realize that in Nico's world, salvation comes with fine print. He isn't playing a game of chance; he's playing a game of control. And by the time Amahle realizes she's a pawn on his board, it will be too late to run. He's always been close. Now, he's never letting go.

Elias wakes from a coma convinced Jordyn is his wife. She's already trapped in a life she can't escape and he's promised to someone else. Will delusions become reality or will remembering cost them everything.

Her curls bounced slightly as she swallowed. "I don't know how to live like this." "You lived with a man who wanted to break you," I said calmly. "You survived that. This is simpler." "Simple?" Her voice trembled. "There are eight-no, more than eight-men trying to take me somewhere I can't even imagine. I don't even-how can this be simple?" I looked at her then. Her eyes widened slightly, like my attention startled her, like she could feel how sharply I saw her. "It is simple because they do not have me," I said. [Mature audience] All rights reserved. TW: SLOW BURN TW: Physical violence TW: Graphic material

"You keep calling me tesoro," I said quietly. "Like I belong to you." He didn't look at me this time. "Right now," he replied, "you're the reason I'm still breathing." "That's not the same thing." A slow smile touched his mouth. Not kind. Not soft. "Doesn't have to be." The road blurred past the windows. My pulse refused to settle. "You ever feel bad about this?" I asked. "About taking someone who didn't ask to be dragged into your mess?" He finally glanced at me, eyes sharp, assessing. "Every day." I waited. "And?" "And I do it anyway." Silence pressed down on us. "You scare me," I admitted. His gaze dipped, just briefly, to my throat. My mouth. "Good," he said. "Means you're paying attention." My breath hitched. "Is this part of the job?" "No." His voice dropped. "That's the problem." I swallowed. "Then stop looking at me like that." He leaned closer, close enough that I could smell smoke and metal on him. Close enough that my instincts screamed. "Like what?" he asked. "Like you're deciding something." He held my stare, unbothered. "I already chose," he said. "I'm just letting you catch up."

Ivy Knight never meant to fall into anyone's orbit. Xavier Blackwell didn't give her a choice. What starts as attraction turns into something heavier. His attention, his presence, the way everything else seems to fade when he's near. Xavier's world is controlled, powerful, and closed off, and once Ivy steps inside it, she realizes there are rules she was never told... and boundaries she can't see until she's already crossed them. People from Ivy's past resurface, familiar and unfinished, but they don't touch her the way they once did. The man she thought she loved feels distant now. The man who unsettles her feels inevitable. Being with Xavier isn't soft. It isn't safe. But walking away feels impossible. And Xavier Blackwell doesn't lose what he wants. *Almost Mine* where attraction becomes obsession, and self-control is just another lie. WARNING: This story is a bit of a slow burn and contains mature content. Updates every Sunday.

"If I hesitate..." Domenico Severi needed a sharpshooter. As a mafia don, he was used to problems disappearing quietly-but this one required precision. He searched through sealed records and buried files, names that weren't meant to be found. Then he came across hers, and didn't look away. Jahia Walker was trained not to hesitate. Former military. Classified discharge. A history that raised more questions than answers. She survives by acting first, choosing outcomes over emotion, and never waiting for permission again. What begins as a contract between a crime lord and a weapon turns into something far more dangerous. She moves with lethal precision. He rules through control and inevitability. What forms between them isn't romance. It's alignment-built on violence, obsession, and the quiet understanding that neither of them is meant to be saved. Because when the moment comes, when everything is on the line- If she hesitates, people die.