Title: One Last Glance. : She walked away... but she looked back, just once. A short story. --- She sat behind him. Every day. In silence. In love. In a world that only she lived in. Vanya is the bubbly, loud, sunshine girl of the school - the one who makes everyone laugh, who hides her pain behind jokes, who always shows up for others... but is never truly seen. Except by her heart. Kabir. Her best friend. Her daily chaos. The boy she loved with a heart too full and a voice too quiet to ever tell him. But he loved someone else. And Vanya? She smiled through it all - even when it shattered her. Told across five raw, poetic, soul-tugging chapters, One Last Glance is the story of one-sided love, silent heartbreak, and the strength it takes to walk away without being held back. It's for every girl who stayed behind. For every boy who never turned around. For every love story that ended without ever beginning. --- If you've ever smiled while your heart broke-this story is yours....💌🌷 --- Note from the Author: This is a work of fiction, born purely from my imagination. Please do not copy or repost my content elsewhere. Kindly ignore typos or minor mistakes.. I'm always learning. Constructive feedback is welcome, but hate is not. Please Support Me. 🥺❤️ - Roseonrisebabe ✨️ ----

"She's the fuse," Rowan muttered. "And we're all gonna burn." _____ Sadie Quinn didn't plan on ending up in a nowhere town like Deadwater, Texas. But running doesn't always come with options, just a half-charged phone, a bag over her shoulder, and a past she'd rather not look back at. She came for the job. A quiet cabin. A paycheck. A chance to feel like herself again. What she found were four men. Rhett, the cold, commanding boss with eyes like judgment and a voice like gravel. Colt, all sharp edges and low threats, the one who doesn't believe in giving space. Rowan, charming and reckless, always smiling like he knows what she's thinking. And Levi, the quiet one. Unreadable, intense... and the first to truly see her. They're not just cowboys. Not just ranchers. There's something darker behind those stares. Something dangerous under the surface of Hollow Creek. Sadie doesn't trust easily. But every day on that ranch pulls her in deeper. Toward secrets, toward heat, toward the kind of want that can burn everything down. She came here to escape. She might've just found the thing that finally undoes her. _____ Updating frequently

"No-please-don't do this!" Seraphina sobbed, her voice cracking as she clung to her eldest brother's wrist. "I-I'll be good. I'll do whatever you say, just don't-" A sharp crack echoed through the room as his palm struck her cheek, sending her crashing to the marble floor. Pain exploded across her skin, but it was nothing compared to the terror clawing at her chest. From above, his voice was cold. Unmoved. "You will marry him." She shook her head wildly, crawling backward until her spine hit the wall. "He's a monster," she whispered, her breath shuddering. "He's not human. Please, don't make me do this. I'll die." Her second brother crouched in front of her, grabbing her chin roughly, forcing her to look at him. His lips curled, eyes void of warmth. "Then die." Her breath hitched. "But you will die as his wife." The door behind them creaked open. Heavy footsteps. Her father stepped inside, his expression unreadable. "Lock her in this room," he ordered. "She will not step out until her wedding day." Sera thrashed as hands seized her, dragging her toward the massive iron doors. "No! Please-Father, please!" But he didn't even look at her. The last thing she saw before the door slammed shut was her brothers standing side by side, indifferent as she was thrown into a fate worse than death. Then darkness. And the only thing left was the suffocating truth. She was a sacrifice. A bride to the Sinister, a devil himself. #A STANDALONE BOOK

Sarj's long-awaited story. And Kade's. A new guy. And her. The Tremontaine Coven of Boston, Massachusetts is of old arcane lineage, and Lys is the last remaining witch of the ancient bloodline. Unfortunately for the young witch, she's a powerless freak, useless except for bleeding what little magic she has from her blood. Death doesn't come easy for her, and worse is the betrayal from Isaac, her betrothed. The sad tale is only a memory to Lys. Reborn, magicked, ensorcelled, tricked... she's not entirely sure why she has the memories of another life. She's not sure if it's real, or if she's certifiably insane. She's not sure if she's Alsye Tremontaine, reincarnated, or someone... something... else. The only certainty is Lys is no one's victim. Someone ought to warn the men hunting her.

I knew my best friend since childhood loved me. I knew it. And when I got back from my business trip, I was going to tell him how I felt, especially when he told me he had something exciting to tell me. But it wasn't that he loved me. He'd gotten married while I was on an overseas business trip to my worst enemy.

He's a gorgeous model. She has severe acne scarring. It doesn't help when she hears him brutally disparage her looks. So she teaches him a verbal lesson in humanity. That should have been that. So why won't he stop calling her?

I fell in love with Glory the first time I saw her picture. After what she'd been through, I didn't think I stood a chance, but I was willing to take whatever she was willing to give me. Because I was going to love this woman the rest of my life and nothing would ever hurt her again.

I'm married to a cover model/tattoo artist who swore his ex was history. She wasn't, as I was about to discover.

Evelyn Hart believed in fairytales - until the day she was left at the altar. Once a bright, hopeful law student, Evelyn's world crumbled when Nathaniel Blackwell - a powerful business heir she was arranged to marry - walked out on their wedding without a word. The scandal destroyed her family's name, shattered her dreams, and left her to bear the brunt of public humiliation. In a society that blamed her for everything, Evelyn did the only thing she could: she rose from the ashes. Years later, she's one of the most feared and respected lawyers in the country - until one case breaks her resolve and she disappears from the courtroom without warning. But fate has a cruel sense of irony. When Nathaniel's own sister is devastated by a similar betrayal and takes her life, he is desperate for justice. No lawyer is willing to fight for a case everyone believes is already lost - except for the one woman he wronged the most. Evelyn. Silent. Unforgiving. Brilliant. As she reluctantly steps back into the courtroom, the past simmers between them. Nathaniel is haunted by guilt and drawn to the woman he abandoned. Evelyn speaks only when required, avoids the past, and focuses on justice - but her silence screams louder than words. What begins as a legal battle turns into an emotional reckoning. Regret. Redemption. And a slow-burn connection that neither of them expected. Because sometimes, the most powerful verdicts aren't spoken in court - they're written in the heart.

She was a nameless staff in his towering empire. He was a man destined for greatness... and already claimed by another. But fate-cruel and cunning-tied their lives together with a lie wrapped in roses and regret. Juliette never asked for love. She only wanted a quiet life, a dream of her own perfume shop, and maybe... a place to belong. Sebastian Whitmore, cold and calculated, offered her marriage-not out of love, but out of obligation. Hidden from the world, sealed with promises that meant nothing to him. What began as a forced union slowly turned into something unspoken. She cared for him in ways he never noticed. He wore the scents she made, breathed in the comfort she left behind... Yet he never knew it was her. Until she was gone. Until everything fell apart. Until the woman he never chose became the one his heart could never forget. And now-he's chasing ghosts in the wind, searching for the scent that once felt like home. 📌 Trigger Warning: This story contains themes of death and grief, which may be triggering for some readers. Please proceed with care.