Happiness isn't meant for people like us. Not after what we've done. Not after what's been done to us. Happiness is a cruel joke, reserved for the "normal" people who pretend they're fine, who still believe in clean slates and second chances. Esme stopped believing in all of that a long time ago. Love, hope, joy... those are luxuries she was never built for. She's seen too much heartbreak, lost too much, and carries enough guilt to drown a stronger woman. So she keeps her world simple: Get through the day. Survive the night. Repeat. But everything changes the night her roommate drags her out for "a little fun." Fun, as fate would have it, comes with a price. Because on her knees in a dark room, Esme meets her new reality-two men who treat happiness like the world's darkest joke. Two men shaped by violence, betrayal, and the kind of pasts that steal whole futures. Men who have spent years playing twisted games with life, with death, and with each other. They're jaded. They're dangerous. They've mastered the art of not caring. Until Esme. The moment she stumbles into their world, something shifts. The jokes stop landing. The games stop feeling like games. And fate-cruel, messy, unforgiving fate-ties their paths together in ways none of them ever saw coming. Now there's no turning back. One broken woman who never wanted to be seen. One soulless man with a gun in his hand. One empty-eyed man who thought he could control everything. And the beginning of the one thing none of them are ready for: Fate's most brutal game yet.

Miley thought moving to a new city would be a fresh start. A new house. A new school. A life that finally felt like her own. But at Blackwood High, time doesn't move forward. Three days repeat themselves again and again, and Miley is the only one who notices. As the loop tightens, she begins to realize that the school is watching her - and that this cycle didn't start with her. Because some curses don't trap you forever. They let you escape... once.

In the fast-paced, digital world of 2025, Ji-woo remains a quiet soul who finds solace in old diaries and the soulful melodies of her favorite artist, Min-jae. While wandering through a secluded alley in Seoul, she discovers a mysterious, vintage cafe with a dusty red postbox. Out of a whim, she drops a heartfelt letter into the box, never expecting a reply.🎵 ​However, fate has a different plan. Her letter travels back in time and reaches an aspiring young dreamer in the year 2019. Despite being separated by six years, the two begin an impossible correspondence. As their bond deepens through ink and paper, Ji-woo realizes that the boy from the past might have a much deeper connection to her future than she ever imagined.📮 ​"Two different eras, one mysterious postbox, and a symphony of emotions-where the silence of 2025 finds its voice in the rhythm of 2019."🕕 ​✨ Achievements: 🏆 #5 in Melody 🏆 #6 in Koreandrama 🏆 #12 in Heartwarming 🏆 #22 in Letters

Book One: Some gardens grow flowers. Others grow secrets. When Elias tends to the forgotten garden his mother once loved, he unknowingly awakens a realm hidden beneath petals and roots, a world bound to someone who hasn't aged in lifetimes. Althea, the keeper of the Realm of Light between worlds, reveals a truth buried in their family's past and a future shaped by meaningful trials. Together with his sister Lina, whose life was once slipping through her fingers, Elias must choose: to stay in a world that is slowly forgetting them, or cross the veil to become something more. But where magic blooms, darkness roots deeper. And some doors, once opened, do not close quietly.

An eight-year-old girl befriends a ghost.

Plot: Tanya Yukimura is blessed with beauty, intelligence, and athleticism. It's her dream to be a beauty queen and win a title coveted by many women. But it seems like fate has different plans for her-a High Fae changes her identity and gender to teach her a lesson and change her negative attitude. As Tanya reluctantly accepts this challenge in order to take back her own body, she meets a handsome and dangerous mafia boss, and she needs to help him with his vigilante missions.

THE HEART OF THE HUNTER He was born to kill. She was sworn to heal. Lydia Ross has one rule: These hands are for healing. As an ER nurse, she fights death with epinephrine and sutures, refusing to ever hold a weapon. But when a Knight of Hell claims her soul as collateral on a fifty-year-old wager made by her grandfather, she is forced into a world where her medical oath becomes a liability. Enter Dean Winchester. He is the only thing standing between Lydia and the Pit. But Dean is broken, haunted by his past and terrified that everyone he gets close to ends up dead. As the clock ticks down, the line between protector and lover begins to blur. In a war against Destiny, can a Healer save the Hunter who is trying to save her? Tropes: Slow Burn, Healer/Hunter, Forced Proximity, Protective Dean.

"He is a King among women. A Hashiri of Prophecy. And most importantly, he will be the savior... or the end of our Empire." A war across the lands devastated the Hashiri Empire, all because a little baby boy was born. Dinraal, the first male to be born in a thousand years to the Hashiri women. A treaty was met and Dinraal was to be handed to the Empire, to be raised as a King among women. The empire took everything from her. Her home, her family. Everything... Ziphora, vowed to be the end of the Empirical lineage and rule. The enemy of the Empire, the Gyjing were once thought to be dead, but are very much alive and Ziphora remained devoted to them. When Dinraal's best friend is taken by a rumored dead clan, the Gyjing, Ziphora's and Dinraal's paths cross and the Empire would never be the same...

This is not a pandemic story. Or maybe it is. It's about the year I disappeared into my own apartment and found a stranger living there-me. Between sourdough failures and conversations with appliances, I documented the quiet unraveling (and reassembling) of a life put on pause. Think Robinson Crusoe with Wi-Fi and existential dread. Welcome to my hermitage. I first published this book as Oghan N'thanda, but I am changing my pen name to Zero Vier.

--- Title: We Were Everything Until We Weren't Description: We were laughter under the sun, whispers beneath the stars, hearts tangled in a year that felt like forever. But forever can crumble, and love can drift away on silent winds. Annalisa loved fiercely, only to watch the boy who held her heart fall for another. Broken, unsure, she learns to walk through the ache of goodbye, guided by a friend whose presence is quiet, steady, and patient. Between stolen glances, gentle words, and the slow bloom of something new, she discovers that love is not only in the fireworks, but in the moments that linger, soft and unspoken. A story of heartbreak, hope, and the courage to choose a love that waits patiently, We Were Everything Until We Weren't is a slow-burning tale of letting go, finding yourself, and learning that the heart knows its own way home.