The Dealer and His Roomie ❦ An enemy to lovers romance. For six months, they're stuck together: a reckless dealer and the girl who never stops talking. He wants her gone. She's not leaving. . . . I scoff. "Wow. You must be a hit at parties." "I am, actually." He tilts his head slightly, studying me. "You, though? I'm guessing you talk so much they don't even need music." . . . Warning- Suggestive Content Drama, Crime, Romance Not a single dull chapter, I swear ;) Ratings- #1 in Roommates (13.04.2025) #1 in Sweet (11.05.2025) #1 in Arrogant (13.05.2025)

The Fraternity of Adventurers recieve an anonymous request to search through inhabited islands with the promise of payment and treasure, if luck permits. Kayla and her father search the islands, while their past begins to show through dreams and memories. She figures out the cause for her hydrophobic tendencies and finds a way to heal. Together, they discover a found family, hidden secrets in caves, and lost hope. Trigger Warning: mentions blood, death, not too graphic.

This is not just a book of poetry. This is a collection of feelings, emotions, and the words I could never say out loud. Every page carries a piece of her- her smile, her eyes, her softness, and the warmth she left in my heart. Some poems are about love. Some are about longing. Some are about the quiet emotions that stay unspoken. This book is for those who have loved deeply, silently, and endlessly. For those who see one person and somehow find poetry in everything. Maybe you'll relate. Maybe you'll find someone in these words. Or maybe, somewhere between these lines, you'll find yourself. This is The Girl I Write About. And perhaps... you know her too. - Reaz

People do change-but the best parts of them can remain. A government job? Checked. A life free from the suffocating expectations of a traditional marriage? Working on it. Tired of the endless emotional warfare at home, Aditi decides to play the system. She proposes a fake marriage to her old friend and crush-a guy who is facing the exact same parental pressure and seems perfectly content to live a detached, carefree life. The agreement is simple: Live as roommates. Never try to control eachother. Aditi thinks she's found the ultimate loophole to protect her independence. But as the lines between fake vows and real proximity begin to blur, she realises that it's not that fake afterall. Aditi is about to learn that time and distance might alter a person's surface, but people do change-and the best parts of them remain. Now, she just has to figure out who her husband really is. Rankings🏆 07/08/2026 #1 in Self love #1 in independent

All about my friend.

Nivi came to NIST for her final year project. Nothing more. Definitely not him. He's a research scholar who walks into the lab like he owns the place; loud when he speaks, effortless in the way he takes over conversations, and annoyingly good at making everything look easy. Extroverted in a space full of quiet focus,the kind of person you notice even when you're trying not to. And somehow, he always ends up next to her when things go wrong. A spilled sample. A blunt correction. A casual "be careful next time." That's how it starts. He doesn't try to be special. He just is. And that's the problem. Because in a place built on temporary things-projects, deadlines, people ,Nivi starts feeling something that doesn't feel temporary at all. My Autumn is about a time when everything was supposed to be temporary... but didn't feel that way

(COMPLETED) Caballero Series #1 The ocean, a restless giant, had always known the rhythm of its existence: the endless dance with the shore, the crashing waves, the gentle caress of the tide. It was a symphony of motion, a constant collision of forces, a testament to the power of nature. And in that collision, a perfect harmony, a love story unfolded. The ocean, in its vastness, found solace in the embrace of the sand, a connection that resonated deep within its soul. But what if that dance were to cease? What if the ocean were to stop colliding with the sand, its restless spirit stilled? The thought sent a shiver through the ocean's vast being. It was a chilling prospect, a world without the familiar embrace of the shore, a life without the ebb and flow of the tide. The ocean, in its vastness, could imagine itself without the sand, but it was a vision filled with emptiness, a void where once there was a vibrant, dynamic exchange. The ocean's heart, a beating pulse that echoed through the depths, would falter, its rhythm disrupted, its purpose lost. It would be a silent, stagnant expanse, a world without the life-giving force of the shore. And then, a whisper of fear, a chilling question that echoed through the ocean's depths: What if the sand was not merely a part of the ocean's existence, but the very reason for its being? What if the ocean, without the sand, was nothing more than a vast, empty void, a love story left unfinished, a life without meaning? Lucencio Ricardo Caballero