They were perfect. Untouchable. Inseparable. Lavish parties, lake houses, effortless wealth, but behind closed doors, the illusion crumbles. Secrets fester, addiction hides in plain sight, mania spirals dangerously, and love strikes when it's least expected. In a world obsessed with reputation and appearances, perfection is a trap. Sometimes the only way forward is to let the glass break, and hope the light can get in. // Callum Hayes was always the quiet type, never speaking unless necessary. Instead he watches, calculating, controlled, carrying a legacy that was chosen for him long before he could say no. He wore his silence like armour, his shadow as a second skin. But when it came to her, the weight of it all softened, the darkness easing just enough to let the light she carried reach him. Isla Mercer was raised to be perfect. To be kind, to be composed. She was careful, feeling too deeply and thinking too much, carrying other people's expectations like they were her own. She learned how to hold herself together even when everything around her felt fragile. Until he showed her that some people don't want perfection from her, only honesty. // Isla let out a slow breath, her gaze fixed somewhere past him. "Maybe this is how it was always going to go," she muttered. "Maybe I'm just not meant for good things, maybe it's just fate." "I don't believe in fate," he whispered, "I believe in you." // Tropes: -Friends to lovers -Found family -Coming of age -Rich society -He fell first -Quiet yearning -One bed -Slow burn -"It's always been you" -Miscommunication -Absent parents (And so much more) // #1 in friendship goals 11-1-26 #3 in selfdestruction 3-1-26 #4 in ya 9-1-26

A piece of information you might need, dear reader: This novel is a collaborative work between me and my friend, and this is her account name:_sirar. I came up with the idea, and she is the author... The novel is in her account Arabic version. ⋆ 𐙚 ̊.℘⋆ 𐙚 ̊.℘⋆ 𐙚 ̊.℘⋆ 𐙚 ̊.℘⋆ 𐙚 ̊.℘⋆ 𐙚 ̊.℘⋆ 𐙚 ̊.℘⋆ Silence was not strange to him. He knew it as he knew the road that the blind cannot see, yet still reaches its destination. He sat behind the wheel, watching the city move past him, like an old chaotic film. People talk a lot when they fear emptiness, and he had learned early that emptiness is more honest than noise, when he befriended his own self, his mind, his thoughts. In the back seat, words flowed endlessly, waiting for no answer. They spoke as if trying to anchor the world in place, fearing that if they fell silent, everything would suddenly collapse. They did not know that silence sometimes does not mean absence- he had already learned that.

Ace Draxler is the king of the underground a brutal bare knuckle boxer and the head of a high stakes illegal gambling and "logistics" empire. He lives by a code of cold steel, accompanied only by his best friend Arlo and his fiercely protective Doberman, Zellan. Ace has no room for distractions, especially the kind that come in high heels. Xilya Nyx is a woman living a dangerous double life. By day, she's a brilliant, exhausted pre-med student fighting to escape her past through textbooks and high grades. By night, she is the star attraction at The Boudoir Bliss, a stripper who uses the club's neon haze to fund her expensive dreams. But in a world of illegal rings and blood money, falling in love isn't just a distraction, it's a death sentence. What happens when desire becomes a sin? ************************************************** "Is your heart rate up yet, doctor?" he murmured against my skin, his hot breath sending shivers down my spine. "Ace... please," I managed to choke out, my head tossing back against the pillows. "Please what?" he challenged, looking up at me with a predatory smirk, his thumb circling a spot that made my vision blur. "You wanted to be a partner, Xilya. Partners share everything. Including the way you look when I finally break that 'no touching' rule for good."

What if immortality wasn't a gift, but a medical condition? Living forever sounds glamorous, until you're doing it with diabetes. The Diary of a Diabetic Immortal follows an immortal who never asked for eternity, only to discover that even an unending life comes with fragile limits. Blood sugar crashes. Endless routines. Bodies that don't heal the way legends promise they should. Through diary entries filled with dark humor, exhaustion, and aching honesty, this story explores what it means to survive centuries while managing a body that can fail you at any moment. Love is fleeting. Time is cruel. And immortality doesn't make pain disappear it just makes it last longer. This is a story about chronic illness, identity, and the quiet terror of waking up every day knowing you can't die... but you can still suffer. Immortality isn't invincibility. And some lives are infinite in all the wrong ways.

Lydia Montgomery never expected to run into Sawyer Sinclair, her best friend's older brother, when she needed a night out the most. With her best friend's destination wedding on the horizon, they make a deal to be each other's dates for the weekend. What starts as a convenient arrangement soon turns into late-night laughter, stolen glances, and undeniable chemistry. Now Lydia has to figure out if their connection was only meant for the wedding or if it could last a lifetime.

Morgana a quiet and an introvert med student, boards on a vacation ship with her best friend trying to escape the weight of her own life. hoping the sea will silence what she couldn't, that it could swallow the sorrow and pain she held in deep within her. but the ocean has it's own plans after all, it didn't swallow just her sorrow, it swallowed her whole. The ship sinks under unexplainable circumstances, the survivors drift to inhabited island where nothing feels natural and every stranger seem to be more than they claim. the days grow colder, the night darker, and the island sickness starts to wrapped against all like tightening fog. Hunger, suspicion, and the slow unraveling of sanity. unexpected bonds and relationships, form a dangerous magnetic pull, and maybe even more. But on an island where no one is what they appear to be, even love could be trap.

We were neighbors. Not close, not strangers-just familiar. She's quiet. He's loud without trying. In the space between our homes and the halls of high school, I learned how to love him silently. Some feelings are safer unspoken. Some love is quietly yours. Tags: #QuietlyYours #UnspokenLove #HighSchoolRomance #SlowBurn #Neighbors #IntrovertxExtrovert