In a timeless, merged fairy-tale realm where classic princesses and heroines have rewritten their own stories, Alice tumbles down a rabbit hole once more-this time into a vibrant, harmonious world free of kings, princes, and patriarchal expectations. Here, the women of legend have built a joyful, self-sustaining community centered on friendship, adventure, choice, and deep connection. What begins as wide-eyed wonder and tentative bonds slowly blossoms into something richer: layered friendships that feel like home, shared laughter around endless feasts, daring escapades across impossible landscapes, quiet nights under stars, and eventually a profound, unhurried love that doesn't demand anyone be chosen above the others. Through tea-scented curiosity, wild hikes, floating carpets, book-lined forests, moonlit lagoons, and the warmth of a long table that never runs out of food, Alice discovers a new kind of happiness-one built on mutual care, playful chaos, fierce loyalty, and the radical freedom to love as many hearts as her own can hold. A tender, sensual, and joyful sapphic polycule tale about falling-not just down holes, but into belonging. (Perfect for readers who love ensemble dynamics, slow-burn emotional intimacy, cozy group fluff balanced with steamy moments, and happily-ever-afters that feel earned and expansive.)

‼️short chapters‼️ Colette Moreau arrives at the crumbling Château de l'Ombre in late October, expecting dust, bad plumbing, and maybe a quick flip for profit. What she finds instead is silence that listens, floorboards that sigh her name, and a collection of silver scissors sharp enough to cut through memory itself. Then there's Tiago. He moves through the shadowed halls like he's always belonged there-tall, pale, dressed in a coat that should have rotted a century ago, eyes the color of wet slate after rain. He speaks in whispers that feel like fingertips on skin, and every time he smiles, something in the house breathes a little deeper. Colette tells herself he's a squatter. A hallucination. A very persistent ghost. Tiago knows better. The black pearls hidden in oyster shells taste like tears and iron. The two black cats watch from the landing with eyes that never blink. And every night the scissors in the sewing room move six inches closer to the door. What begins as irritation-grief turned sharp, loneliness turned blade-slowly grows into something luminous, dangerous, and achingly intimate. Some houses don't want to be restored. Some houses want to be loved. And some houses will cut you open just to see what's inside. A dark, slow-burn gothic romance laced with horror, dry comedy, creeping dread, and the kind of desire that leaves marks. Welcome to Château de l'Ombre. The front door locks behind you.

A slow-burn grumpy/sunshine romance set in a rigidly divided dystopian society where citizens are segregated by occupation. In the soot-choked depths of the Coal Mining Section-the poorest and most forgotten corner of the megacity of Elysium-lives Dahlia Evergreen, a young woman who spends her days sorting coal but pours her nights into secret acts of creation. With nothing but salvaged scraps, discarded fabrics, and an unquenchable love for glamour, she stitches dreams into existence. When one of her handmade outfits is unexpectedly seen beyond the dark tunnels, it catches the eye of Calix Voss-the brooding, sharp-edged son of the president. In a move that shocks everyone (including himself), he arrives in the mines and summons her to the glittering Fashion Section, the wealthiest and most exclusive enclave of all. There, Dahlia is given an improbable new role: personal seamstress, mender, and designer for Calix himself. What begins as a professional arrangement soon becomes something far more complicated as two people from opposite ends of the world's hierarchy are forced into close proximity day after day. He is guarded, cynical, and perpetually scowling. She is bright, resourceful, and refuses to dim her light-even in the face of his gruffness. Sparks fly amid measuring tapes, midnight fittings, stolen glances, and the slow unraveling of carefully built walls. A story of class divides, forbidden longing, quiet acts of rebellion, and the transformative power of seeing (and being seen) for exactly who you are.

Sixteen-year-old Elodie's ordinary teenage life-crushing on the popular boy, blasting music in her room-ends the day the world falls apart. On Day 1 of the outbreak, she loses her parents in the most brutal way possible and is forced to make impossible choices to survive. Driving out of a collapsing town, she rescues eight-year-old Hannah from a car surrounded by the dead, and the two become an unlikely pair: a reluctant superhero and her brave little sidekick. Together they scrape by on back roads until they stumble upon a fortified high school run entirely by kids and teens-no adults left. Inside the walls they find a fragile community: guarded Willow, goofy musician Daniel, distrustful Zoe, tiny firefighter-wannabe Mae, and others fighting to hold onto something resembling normal. As threats-walkers, raiders, herds-press in from every side, Elodie, Willow, and Daniel form a tight, evolving bond that becomes the emotional heart of the group. Amid scavenging runs, fence defenses, heartbreaking losses, and moments of stolen tenderness, they learn that survival isn't just about staying alive-it's about choosing who to keep close, how to grieve, and whether hope can still grow in a world determined to snuff it out. A gritty, emotional Walking Dead-style tale of found family, slow-burn feelings, protective instincts, and the stubborn refusal to let the apocalypse take everything. (Perfect for fans of teen-led survival stories, deep character bonds, hurt/comfort, and a balance of action, grief, and quiet moments of light.)