She married him because he tasted like honeymilk... Ruru, a mischievous alien stranded on Earth, ends up marrying the tastiest man in the village, literally. Her strange ability lets her taste humans through touch, and Shian's flavor? It was addictive, sweet like honeymilk. Shian, the kind and unlucky village boy she claimed as her husband, believes she's just a clumsy city girl with strange habits. Hopelessly in love, he thinks her presence in his life feels like a fairytale he never thought he could have. But what happens when the snack she married becomes the only person she can't let go of? When her secret slips? When the villagers call her a monster? When fate tries to tear them apart? Will Shian still love her? How far will he go to protect her? _________________________ Tropes : *Alien wife x human husband * Gremlin Predator x Cute prey *Protective FL x gentle ML Updates on every Friday ❤️ (Cover is made by @VeraChendra)

※Who said magic only affects those who believe in it?※ Elmas thought it was just a game. A bit of harmless hoax magic with her friends-laughs, candles, and a silly chant. Then came the voices. The shadows. The waking dreams. And the boy. Suddenly, she's losing control-of her thoughts, her routines, even her straight-A record. And it all began the day he appeared: the new guy from the all-boys school next door. The one whose face she saw during the ritual. The one who won't leave her alone-no matter how far she runs. Her mother always warned her: stay away from magic. Elmas didn't listen. Now, reality is slipping, and something far older-and far darker-wants in. To survive, she'll have to untangle the mystery surrounding him... and face the truth about what she invited in that night. Some games should never be played. Some doors should never be opened. ©PearlandIvory2020

"He drives me mad. I drive him insane. Welcome to Team Hate."🔥 They say there's a thin line between love and hate. For Sarah & Shahmeer? That line is on fire. 🔥 He's the arrogant billionaire who thinks the world bends for him. She's the stubborn girl who refuses to bow. Every glare is a spark ⚡. Every fight is a storm 🌪️. Every word between them drips with venom... and something dangerously close to desire. 👀 She swears she can't stand him. He swears he doesn't need her. So why do their hearts race every time they're in the same room? Why does hate start to feel like heat? And what happens when the games stop feeling like games... and start feeling like everything? Because when Team Hate plays, someone's bound to get burned. 🔥💋 👑💌 This is Team Hate. And sometimes... hate is another word for obsession. #1 on #morallygrey out of 655 stories #2 on #tease out of 1.96k stories #5 on #dramaromance out of 3.75k stories #9 on #team out of 19.3k stories #16 on #humour out of 35k stories #2 on #greyromance #4 on #bestie 🎭 GENRE / SUBGENRE ❤️🔥Romance drama (core) ❤️🔥Contemporary fiction with emotional depth ❤️🔥Romantic suspense / psychological edge ❤️🔥Slow burn but high tension ❤️🔥Character-driven romance ❤️🔥Light humor and fun ❤️ CORE TROPES 💫Enemies to Lovers 💫Forced proximity 💫Forced / arranged marriage 💫Protective / possessive male lead 💫Strong, sassy female lead 💫Banter & pranks 👑 SECONDARY TROPES / ELEMENTS 🔥Jealousy / possessiveness moments 🔥Powerful man, emotional mess 🔥Soft girl, sharp tongue dynamic 🔥Team dynamics 🔥High-stakes emotional tension

They say belief is suicide. They're not wrong. Where I come from, faith gets you a bullet in the head, a knock at the door that never ends well, or a name etched on a list you'll never live to see. Still, I believe. So does Basil, my only constant in a world stripped of everything soft. We've been hunted for years, slept under stone, eaten from dirt, prayed in secret, and watched good people vanish for whispering the wrong words. We've made it all these years with nothing but our prayers and each other. But then came the rumor about a sanctuary where the believers can live fearless. A lie, probably. A trap, almost definitely. Basil wanted to chase it anyway, because we owed it to ourselves, he said, and to the others who share our struggle. I went with him only because I couldn't bear to watch him go alone. I should've stopped him... But now it's too late. ❝Islam began as something strange, and it will return to being strange as it began, so give glad tidings to the strangers(Ghuraba).❞ ‹بَدَأَ الإِسْلاَمُ غَرِيبًا وَسَيَعُودُ كَمَا بَدَأَ غَرِيبًا فَطُوبَى لِلْغُرَبَاءِ› (Includes books one and two, in The Ghuraba Duology.)