Her plea was a whisper, a desperate "Please, stop..." that was swallowed by his kiss. But her body was a traitor. Even as the words left her lips, her hands were working, fumbling with the buckle of his belt, pulling it free with a sharp, metallic rasp. He didn't stop. He kissed her like he was claiming something, with a fierce, single-minded passion that felt biblical in its force-like Moses tearing the Red Sea in two, an unstoppable power that reshaped the world in its wake. "I have to go," she breathed, her voice trembling. "I need to be at church." It was the last, feeble protest of her old life. And just like that, it was gone. The sermon she was meant to hear was replaced by a different, older text-the Song of Songs, coming to life in the heated space between their bodies. --- This is Blossom's story. She was a girl who thought she knew about innocence, until she met a boy who wore his faith like a handsome mask. He seemed like salvation, but his touch was a sin she craved. She traded communion wine for the salt of his skin, and in the tangled sheets of her bed, she founded a new religion, with his name as its only prayer.

Falling in love with your best friend's brother is never a good thing, is it? Falling in love with both of your best friend's older brothers? That's even worse. *** Emma Branson has always harbored a crush on Mason Masterson, her best friend Jessie's so-called "brooding" older brother, but as Emma journeys through high school, she realizes it's the middle brother, Caleb, who has always been by her side, leaving Emma in quite possibly the worst love triangle of them all. A story of a group of childhood best friends that navigate the complexities of life, love, and the meaning of family. {Editor's pick, October 2021} ~60,000-70,000 words~ Content Warning: This story contains mild sexual content and strong language. Cover designed by Cil Ojumo

George was never the same after the war... Losing his twin was akin to losing half of himself. In his anguish, he retreated to a dairy farm deep in the English countryside, away from all prying eyes. He wanted nothing more than to be alone for a while. That was until a witch with muddy boots and a pot of paintbrushes stumbled into the milking paddock and ignighted something with him that he couldn't understand, a yearning...

Sandhya Sen was just a girl from a forgotten village, with a heart full of stories and a voice the world never cared to hear. By day, she lived in silence and shadows. By night, she became someone else entirely - a beloved writer on Wattpad, spinning tales that touched thousands, especially one anonymous reader who clung to every word. But one day, she disappeared. Deleted everything. No goodbye. No explanation. And her most loyal reader was left with nothing but questions. Three years later, Sandhya is thrust into an arranged marriage she never wanted - and never saw coming. Her husband, Aryan Mehta, is reserved, emotionally guarded, and far too observant for her comfort. But unlike the arrogant men she feared, Aryan doesn't raise his voice - he watches, listens, and carries his own quiet grief. What neither of them knows is that they've already met - in a world of words, under the veil of usernames and shared vulnerabilities. As they stumble through the fragile beginnings of their marriage, buried secrets begin to surface. The writer she was. The reader he became. And the story that bound them - long before they knew each other's names. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- "I've lost a lot of people in my life, Sandhya...And I-I don't want to lose you too." - Aryan Mehta. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- "You'll fall, and I'll catch you. You'll cry, and I'll wipe your tears away. If you stop, I'll keep moving - carrying you forward with your hand in mine. I don't know exactly when I started feeling this way, but I know it's real. I know my feelings. And yes, I'm scared too - scared of losing you, scared that one day I might say something that could hurt you. But... that's life, isn't it? We make mistakes, we learn, and we move forward - together." - Sandhya Sen.