Liliane has always been good at hiding things - her feelings, her fears, and now, a secret that could change everything. Sent to live with family she hasn't seen in nearly a decade, she steps into a home stitched together by silence and old resentments. But in a family where everyone's hiding something, the truth always finds a way to surface - no matter how deeply it might be buried.

Thirteen-year-old Isabel has survived years of betrayal and abuse. When a stolen phone call finally leads to her rescue, she wakes in a hospital with life-changing injuries and a body that no longer feels like her own. Isabel must learn to navigate a world built on kindness instead of fear. But healing isn't simple. The ghosts of the girls she couldn't protect still haunt her, and safety feels like a story meant for someone else.

Everyone sees Aira Sharma as a quiet, simple girl. Soft-spoken. Introverted. Too silent for a cruel world. She lives under the roof of the powerful Singhania family- a mafia empire where strength is loud and dominance is everything. To them, Aira is fragile. Someone to protect. Someone to watch over. But what they don't know is far more dangerous. Behind her silence lies a truth no one can imagine. An empire she controls from the shadows. A power that moves without being seen. A queen without a face. As secrets begin to stir and the Singhania world grows darker, Aira's silence becomes her strongest weapon. Because she was never weak. She was just waiting.

Eleven-year-old Annelise Beaumont is learning to navigate school, family, and the fragile spaces of her own mind. As past traumas resurface and new challenges arise, she must find a way to hold herself together while the walls around her start to shift. (Sequel to Rooms Without Locks)

Alessia has carved out a life in the shadows, helping other forgotten kids like herself. But when a failed theft lands her in the sights of a boy who looks exactly like her, everything changes. Torn between the harsh life she knows and a violent world of wealth, secrets, and control, Alessia must decide who she really is - and how far she'll go to protect the only family that ever truly mattered.

Elara has spent her entire life hiding in the quiet spaces between shadows. When she and her brother Caleb are sent to live with half-siblings they barely know, they must relearn what family truly means. Together, they find strength in silence, healing in unspoken bonds, and hope in the softest colours of quiet.

It's my first story, not written so well!! -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- "She came back alive... but not untouched." Thirteen years ago, Ellise Hawthorne vanished without a trace. Now she's back-no longer the girl they lost, but someone quiet, guarded, and shaped by years of silence. Passed from one foster home to another, she endured abuse where she was meant to be safe, learning to survive in the shadows instead of being protected. Thrown into the powerful Hawthorne family-a feared mafia dynasty-Ellise is offered love, safety, and a life she never had. But she remembers everything... every bruise, every lie, every betrayal. And someone is still watching... waiting to make sure the truth never leaves her lips. As her family digs into the mystery of her disappearance, Ellise must face enemies, secrets, and the shadows inside her own mind. Because the truth doesn't heal- -it breaks. It burns. It destroys. ✧ ── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ── ✧ *TW: Some themes in this story may be distressing for some* ------------------------------------------------------

Five brothers. A grieving father. A vacant throne. For nine years, the Rathore dynasty has been a house of shadows, searching for the girl who vanished in smoke and fire. They don't know she's only blocks away. They don't know she's being treated like a gutter rat in the home of their enemies. And they don't know that the only thing standing between her and a living hell is a boy who was never supposed to be a hero. Vidyut Verma has one job: Protect the girl who calls him Dada. Even if it means defying his parents. Even if it means blood on the marble floors. The twin-bond is screaming. The Rathores are coming. And the Verma house is about to burn. "Vardhika she grew into a soft-spoken, shy girl. She was separated by her real family rathore in an accident She cried, rarely demanded anything... just watched other kids get adopted. She didn't know that she had her real family Will her family find her let's drive into my story to see 🙈 👇

~•~•~•~••~•~•~•~•~•~••~•~•~•~•~•~• She was once the heartbeat of the Rai Singhania mansion.The laughter that softened power.The smile that lit marble halls brighter than chandeliers. Siyaisha Rai Singhania-the youngest, the purest, the most loved. Five powerful brothers stood guard around her. A father who once called her his pride. A grandparents who worshipped her existence. Until one day... love turned lethal. A single accusation shattered everything. Her father's slap branded her a witch. Her brothers called her shameless, a disgrace, a stain. Her dance ,her devotion, her soul, was dragged through filth. They said she danced to seduce men. The poison had a name-Darika A sweet face hiding venomous jealousy. She didn't want a place in the family- she wanted Siyaisha's place. Lies were whispered. Proofs were planted. Trust turned to hatred. And one stormy night, Siyaisha was thrown out of her home. No evidence. No voice.truth unheard. EIGHT YEARS PASSED. Eight years of pain, survival, and rebirth. Now she's back. Not as the naïve princess they broke but as a woman forged in fire. Unbreakable. Fearless. Untouchable. She no longer needs their love. She no longer needs their name. Because now-she is her own empire. When the broken daughter returns to the family that destroyed her... Will they realised the truth? will they beg for forgiveness? Or face the storm they created? Siyaisha is back. And this time-she's not here to be accepted. She's here to conquer. ~•~•~•~••~•~•~•~•~•~••~•~•~•~•~•~•

They lost their parents too soon... Mishty, the youngest, born on the day their parents died... loved by a few but blamed by many. Her brother Mahir thought her as a curse, and it hurts more. He pushed away Mishty. Because whenever he saw Mishty's face, he reminded the curse day when their father, mother, and brother die. But between all hates, Mishty has her another mother. Meera, who took all responsibilities of Mishty and became a mother overnight