After an unforgettable night together, private investigator and treasure hunter Warner Lucke is shocked to find the girl on the doorstep of his office. She's just as shocked to see him as she has a proposition for him that has nothing to do with a relationship. Her photographer and world traveling father has disappeared in the Mexican rainforest. In exchange, for help finding him, Alyssa LaVelle offers to work for him for free as she fills her own apprentice hours. Luckily, her new boss can find anything.

I drowned, woke up in another world, got killed again by an arch-necromancer, and resurrected as half-zombie. I'm technically alive only because I'm magically bound to him. Now I'm stuck in a dark academy where bullying can be fatal, skeletons aren't in closets, but on payroll, students keep disappearing, and survival is very much optional. On the bright side, I've discovered a unique talent: the undead tend to fall in love with me. On the less bright side, an ancient lich wants to drag me into his world. Honestly, dying twice was the easy part. What to expect: - Humorous dark fantasy in an academy setting - Dark academia with Wednesday-like vibes - The heroine gradually discovers her hidden abilities - Slow-burn, subtle romance - complicated, awkward, and very intentional - A fake engagement / marriage of convenience (bad decisions made for good reasons) - Morally grey characters - Friendship, betrayal, jealousy, mystery and secrets

"The world doesn't care about your stories. It only cares if you're still breathing." Eight hundred years after the collapse of the Zenith Era, humanity endures in the shadow of a forgotten science they have come to worship as divine: the Vein. In the East, the Sanctum of Aurelion enforces purity through fire that burning those whose blood carries the so-called sin of impurity. In the West, the Aurex Consortium refines human existence into a resource, feeding their vast industrial engines with the life-force of the desperate through a merciless system known as the Vein Tax. Vael is not a hero. He is a ghost walking a world reduced to ash. There is something wrong with him, something that keeps him standing when he shouldn't be, and leaves him emptier each time it does. He remembers nothing of what came before, only a cold, persistent instinct to keep moving. He does not seek to save the world; to him, hope is merely a slower way to die. But something long buried has begun to stir again, something even the Sanctum's fire was never able to truly erase. The Black Vein. It is not simply a disease. It is a refusal. A fracture in the system itself. A remnant of something older, something that should have remained forgotten. And somewhere within its silence, something is watching, through their eyes. Something that remembers a world before it turned to ash. When a fractured resonance draws Vael into the orbit of a girl protecting a forbidden truth, and a High Executioner whose faith has hardened into something unbreakable, he is forced to move through a land where every form of power is born from suffering. In a world shaped by the Vein, the question is no longer who will survive. But what it means to remain human when your blood is no longer your own.

Five years ago, Teia Cloto left Naples after a three-day romance with the dangerously charming Alden Colle, determined not to dwell on him again. Or fall for men like him, especially when ancient history suggests they rarely keep their promises. Teia now has a successful career and a carefully constructed life built on sensible choices. But beneath the surface, the threads holding her ordered world together have quietly begun to unravel. When Teia returns to Italy to visit relatives in Milan, she expects family drama with her espresso and cannoli. What she doesn't expect is for old ghosts and old feelings to resurface among medieval villages, ancient ruins, and landscapes haunted by her past. As the past begins pulling at threads Teia thought she'd long since severed, she finds herself questioning whether certain people ever truly leave us, or whether some love stories wait patiently for a second chance to be told. Rated Mature out of an abundance of caution. Some scenes are of a sexual nature, though not explicit. There are also mythological references to self-harm.

"Is everything a joke to you?" I snapped, my voice cracking with a burst of fury. "You put me in danger, kill a person, and you're standing in my kitchen covered in blood hitting on me?" "Hitting on you? You were on your fucking knees for ten minutes ago. I think we're past that." I scowled. He just had to remind me of that. Ugh!! My hand swung out. And slapped him. Luc didn't flinch. His head barely turned, but the glaze in his eyes deepened into something terrifyingly psychotic. And then I knew I had to run. As fast as I could. Away from him. I quickly brushed past him. "You're running away again," his calm voice behind me stopped me in my tracks. I tried to step away. "No, I'm not." I totally was. "Yes, you are. Word of advice, Riah: never give me your fucking back." He closed the distance, pinning his chest against me, breath hot. "You won't see me coming." Neriah Lancaster is flawless, wealthy genius the rest of the world-a mean girl with a porcelain mask. Nobody sees the fractured girl beneath. Nobody except Lucien Devereux. They call him the devil. He's her enemy, her bully, and the boy next door who has spent years tormenting her. He also has a dark obsession with her. And when a twist of fate traps them in one apartment, sharing one room and a bed, Neriah realizes there is no escaping the devil. Because she was always meant to be his. 18+++ 🔞 Enemies to Lovers ❤️‍🔥 Bad Boy Next Door 😈 Morally Black Hero 🖤 Antiheroine 💜 Only One Bed 🛏️ Touch Her and Die 🔪 #1 in parent issues #1 in antiheroine #1 in goth girl #1 in life #1 in illness #1 in teen writer #1 in virgin heroine #2 in only one bed #2 in dark academia #4 in bad boy next door #4 in psychotic

Copyright © 2026 by Darkrai_X In Room 309, people learn how to survive each other's pain. Elise Valencia is dying, and everyone around her seems to speak softer because of it. Everyone except Matteo Reyes, the chaotic night shift cleaner who steals hospital sunflowers, breaks rules constantly, and refuses to treat her like she's already gone. What begins as irritation slowly becomes something deeper inside the oncology ward, where laughter feels rebellious, love becomes complicated, and strangers leave permanent marks on one another's lives.

There is no academy in Hollow more prestigious than Aberleen Academy. Its students are the sons and daughters of Elites: heirs to important houses, ministerial legacies, and ancient magic. Then there is Lavania Ottelier, a scholarship student nearing graduation alongside Lucian Moldaveanu, the reckless younger son of Hollow's most feared house. More dangerously, he is the brother of Evander Moldaveanu, the perilously enchanting Duke of Hollow, a man so notoriously opposed to marriage that the monarchy itself was forced to intervene. To secure the future of the kingdom, the monarchy decrees that the Duke must take a bride from Aberleen Academy's graduating class, for House Moldaveanu stands at the centre of Hollow's oldest magic and political stability. For one night, the academy transforms into a kingdom of silk gowns, silver masks, and rivalries hidden beneath moonlit chandeliers. Noble daughters arrive prepared to be chosen. Lavania never intended to compete. Unfortunately for her, becoming the Lady of House Moldaveanu is far more dangerous than it appears, for the family is rumoured to guard secrets capable of destroying Hollow itself.

Since she was fifteen, Ria Martin has known one unchangeable truth: she will marry Adrian Morgan. A man she has never met. A future she never chose. A vow she walks into not for love - but for survival. With her family's safety hanging by a fragile thread, the aisle becomes her only escape route. Adrian Morgan, heir to a global empire, has lived his life bound by duty and power. Arranged marriages are nothing new to him. But this bride is different. Why has she never reached out? Why does silence cling to her like armor? And what is she hiding that feels... dangerous? When fate finally binds them, carefully constructed lives begin to crack. Secrets surface. Old wounds bleed. And a quiet storm of betrayal, desire, and buried truths gathers beneath the calm of their union. ✨ Can love grow where trust is fractured? ✨ Can she survive the shadows closing in around her past? ✨ And can he become her refuge... when he may be the very reason she's in danger? A story of forced vows, hidden scars, and a love that dares to bloom where it was never meant to survive.

... I'm going to ask you a series of very simple questions. And you are going to be a good girl and give me answers. Can you do that for me?" I nod my head vigorously. "Good. Because for every single lie, or fake answer, or wrong response you give me... I am going to take one of his fingers out with this blade as an immediate consequence of your choice. Do you understand?" My whole body is trembling as I cast a nauseous glance at the bleeding man. He doesn't look like he has a single ounce of strength left to face any more consequences. I force my eyes back to Chance to chatter out my whisper. "What do you want to know?" I sob silently as I look up at him in dispair. How did I ever get here? Who are these people, and why are they digging into my life just because of who I'm dating? I flinch as he let's out a bark like laugh before looking down at me with a triumphant darkness bleeding back into his dilated eyes. "So let's start from the beginning, what is your name?" -ˋˏ✄┈┈┈┈ 💕 Xoxo.

This is not a story about what happens. It's about what almost does. At an Ivy League medical school, Isabelle Laurent is known as the Ice Queen-brilliant, distant, untouchable. No one gets close. No one stays. Alexander Whitmore was never supposed to be different. Charming, privileged, and infamous for never staying longer than a few weeks, he understands desire. What he doesn't understand, until Isabelle, is restraint. She believes he doesn't want her. He knows wanting her openly would destroy everything. So they choose the most dangerous thing instead: friendship. "The most dangerous thing about Alexander Whitmore was not his reputation, nor his charm, nor the power he would one day inherit. It was the fact that he never asked for anything from me, and somehow, without realizing it, I had begun to give him everything that mattered." Slow burn • Dual POV • Consent • Emotional intimacy