ARRANGED BY FATE ✦ A chance meeting. An arranged beginning. A love story waiting to unfold. ✦ Siya never imagined that one simple "yes" could change her life. Neither did Dev. Two strangers. Two families. One arranged marriage. And a beginning neither of them knows what to expect from. But somewhere between awkward conversations, stolen glances, late-night talks, and comfortable silences, getting to know each other slowly starts becoming something more. Maybe some love stories aren't written before marriage. Maybe they're written after it. ❝ What if your arranged marriage became your greatest love story? ❞ Let's dive into Dev and Siya's.🦢 ⋆｡°✩ A story of fate, family, and falling in love-one little moment at a time. ✩°｡⋆

**THE THINGS WE BURIED** *Some secrets are better left underground.* Mya Carter never expected Blackridge to be anything more than another boring town. Then she finds a photograph. Five teenagers stand outside an abandoned underground facility known as **The Hollow**. Four of them are people she knows. The fifth person's face has been scratched out. The problem? Mya has no memory of ever taking the picture. And on the back, someone has written: **You already went inside.** Soon, Mya and her friends begin uncovering things the town has spent years trying to bury-missing people, strange recordings, locked rooms, and something lurking beneath The Hollow that should not exist. As the disappearances begin, Mya realizes she may be connected to the mystery in ways she can't remember. Then there's Elias Vale. He's mysterious. He's frustrating. He's always one step ahead of her. And for some reason, he seems determined to keep Mya away from The Hollow. The closer Mya gets to him, the closer she gets to the truth. But the truth has a way of hurting. **Because some things don't stay buried.** And whatever is waiting beneath Blackridge... **already knows Mya's name.**

Limina, a student suffering from delusions, suddenly wakes up in a world of planes, mazes and monsters, with no memory of how she got there. Is her mind playing tricks on her, or has something really happened to her that brought her to this place? In her search for answers and a way out, she meets Toy, a little boy looking for his family, and Amon, a lad who, just like her, hears that strange voice in his head. Is there any escape for people from this labyrinth? What dark truth lies behind the bizarre rooms, creatures and apparitions? But the most important question of all is: how do you get here, and will you ever get out again? #backrooms #liminal #horror #psychological #sci-fi

Obanai hates people. Full stop. Women just happen to fall under the umbrella of "go fuck yourself" because, honestly, why not? But then some rookie shows up. Female. Wide-eyed. Insistent. Asking to be his Tsuguko. His Tsuguko. Daily. Like clockwork. Like some kind of adorable little cancer. And the truth? That is NEVER happening. Every time she opened her mouth, he wanted to look at her dead in her eyes and say: "Listen, I'm not your emotional support Hashira. This isn't some epic adventure in self-discovery, where I teach you sword stuff and you teach me how to feel things again." But then-of course-she opened her goddamn mouth. Something about the way she articulated things, struck a nerve. Or possibly several. Her fucking sword? Black and white. Just like his. She had to have those eyes - ravaged, hollow, like they'd seen the same horrors he had. She didn't shudder. Not when he scrutinized her. Not when demon gore rained from the sky. Not even when screaming demon heads zipped past her face like hell's skee-ball. And she looked at him. Really looked. Not like he was a legend, not like he was some kind of bad motherfucker. Just him. Obanai Iguro. And for the first time in forever, that fact - that boring, disgusting, pathetic fact - it stung. Rude. Utterly rude. She had the same vibe. Dead-inside eyes. That "fuck around and find out" shit. The kind of energy that strips you bare and leaves you questioning your own goddamn worth. And now he's supposed to say yes? Let her in? Train her? Let her see him crack on a bad day or - Christ - smile? Hell no. Not happening. He is under zero circumstances - absolute zero - going to be anyone's sensei. Especially not a woman. ...Right?

Humanity destroyed the world. Then, because apparently extinction wasn't embarrassing enough, they rebuilt it. Badly. The apocalypse came and went, civilization crawled back out of the dirt, and everyone collectively decided, "You know what this place needs? More assholes." So now the world is corrupt, violent, morally bankrupt, and somehow still functioning. Barely. Then there's Abram Karasu. To innocent people, he's a striking, sarcastic bastard who constantly slaughters evil without demanding a fucking parade. To criminals, he's a completely different experience. They know the name. They know what he does. They know that if Karasu shows up, their evening is about to become considerably darker. He's brutal. He's absurdly powerful. He's got enough attitude to make being terrifying look almost casual. And somehow, beneath all that, he's just a guy trying to live his fucking life. He doesn't want to be a hero. He'd actually prefer everyone stop calling him one. Unfortunately, the universe keeps sending him psychopaths. And Karasu keeps sending them back. 💀🥀🪦

Yan Niyu has always lived within carefully drawn lines; her days filled with poetry, embroidery, and the quiet expectations of a lady of her standing. When a broken engagement fractures that fragile peace, she is left marked by scandal and whispers behind silk fans. Once admired, Niyu finds her future narrowing with every polite smile. When her mother's desperate prayers give way to a proposal few would envy, the life she has known begins to crumble. ... Niyu lowered herself onto a nearby stool, not trusting her knees. Her eyes widened in disbelief as her mother's words echoed in her mind. Military. How could they dare to ask her hand for marriage? She stared at her ink-stained hands, still carrying the faint scent of musk. Would these hands hold ones calloused from swords? Like the warlords in her most treasured plays-men she had only read about. ... A Ming dynasty inspired romance where Wen meets Wu; two young strangers, bound by duty, forced to confront prejudice, pride, and the hard work of building a life together.

She doesn't know who she is. She doesn't know where she is. With darkness surrounding her, she follows the only path she sees, to try and understand what happened to her, and find out where she is supposed to go. IMPORTANT NOTE: THIS STORY IS NOT AI GENERATED! I'm Brazilian and English is my second language, and the dialogue in Brazilian books are written with em-dashes. I hate AI and will never use it for my writing, and this note is meant to clarify that.

Anaya Rao thought her father had simply left India behind. Then she found his old journal. Inside were drawings of Kallur - a village he never spoke about, four children, and a forest they had been forbidden to enter. Her father was one of them. One of the others never came back. Thirty years later, Anaya convinces her family to return. But Kallur still remembers. People whisper about a curse. Strange knocks come from places that should be empty. And the closer Anaya gets to the truth about that night, the more the village seems determined to keep it buried. Some villages keep secrets. Kallur keeps memories. Written in collaboration with @Alexblaze ©️ All Rights Reserved

Draco never tells her his task. She never asks. But when she realizes what the Mark means - what it will cost him- she understands that loving someone doesn't mean fixing them. Sometimes it means standing beside them while they decide who they are.

She kept a killer on a leash made of wanting. Queen Saela Thorne binds her court with yielded will. When the orchards start to starve, she names her would-be assassin consort.Prince-Commander Riven Hale came to end her. The magic will not hold on a fake kneel. If he keeps one secret, both kingdoms rot. If he yields all the way, he does not get her throne. He gets to belong to the woman who looked at his violence and said: good. Now put it where I want it. Dark romantasy. Enemies to obsession. Forced consort. Morally grey queen. She stays sovereign. 18+. Explicit. Consent is present. He can stop. He stays. Warnings: explicit sex, power exchange / D/s, denial, ritual claiming, war violence, political coercion, morally grey heroine. All characters 18+