A brand new story got mostly done I took me awhile were to post this story it was Wattpad or pixiv. Saw people enjoying the gentle fever stories so decided post it here. The new story is about a mother named hitomi and daughter named akane they are heading to grandma for the summer or maybe longer

The story follows the couple Melanie and Benni on their shared journey, as Benni-an age regressor-is lovingly accepted and supported by his girlfriend. After experiencing a severe mental breakdown, Benni is admitted to the hospital's adult children's ward. Could this mark the beginning of their path to true happiness-where Benni is finally free to fully embrace his little self, and Melanie can step into her role as his devoted caregiver, his safe haven, and the strong shoulder he can always lean on?

After his caregiver's death, Charlie has spent over a year cycling through homes that never last. Each new placement promised safety but delivered disappointment, leaving him guarded, isolated, and slowly spending less time in little space. When his social worker assigns him yet another caregiver, Charlie expects the same ending. But this one is different-quiet, imposing, and unexpectedly patient. Then again, all of them did. As Charlie pushes limits and tests boundaries, a fragile bond begins to form, forcing him to decide whether he's willing to risk hope one more time.

When conditioning turns ugly. Oliver's a Neutral. He'd known that since he was born, since his parents took every single hobby away from him, since he'd been relegated to his room for studying and nothing else. Turns out, that level of isolation causes a lot more problems than you'd expect. Eventually, Oliver, or at least those around him, realizes that while he might not have the Neutral Classification, he's the most Neutral person you'd ever find. And not in a good way. THIS STORY IS NOT BXB

Kai Gray, a young homeless boy from Chicago wants nothing more than to live his life. But with androphobia, a cigarette addiction, and a cold demeanor it was inevitable that the law would catch up with him. A strange new city, a strange acting family, and an even stranger family. question is, will Kai survive? Havans College Book I

'I always thought that what you give, you get. That somehow if I gave so much to the world, helping those who were in need, those who were having a bad day or those in a tough situation that appreciation and help might just come back to me. My whole life has been give, give, give. Now I'm starting to think I'll never get.' In a world where all is meant to be

Julian Thorne built his life like he built his skyscrapers: rigid, efficient, and impenetrable. At thirty-two, Julian is a successful architect who views emotions as structural weaknesses and relationships as unnecessary liabilities. He lives by the grid, safe behind walls of glass and steel. But his mother, Eleanor-a brilliant but estranged chemist-sees the cracks in his foundation that no one else does. She sees a man who is dying of loneliness, calcified by his own perfectionism. She decides to save him. Not with therapy, but with chemistry. Julian wakes up to a nightmare that defies physics: he is trapped in the body of a toddler. His mind is fully intact, screaming with adult logic and outrage, but his vocal cords can only produce babble, his hands are clumsy paws, and his autonomy has been stripped away by diapers and crib bars. Trapped in a second childhood he never asked for, Julian must navigate the humiliating architecture of dependency. As he struggles to communicate his identity to a world that only sees a cute, helpless child, he battles a terrifying realization: the harder he fights to remain an adult, the more he suffers. And the more he surrenders to the softness of his new life-the rhythm of the rocking chair, the warmth of the swaddle, the safety of his mother's arms-the more he forgets why he ever wanted to be hard in the first place. A haunting, psychological exploration of control, vulnerability, and the terrifying comfort of letting go, The Architecture of Soft Things asks the ultimate question: If you could start over, would you build the same man?

In a world where everyone get classified at the age of 18 as a, Dom - sub, Caregiver - little Mistress/master - pet. Sonia knows what category she's in before she even want for the test but there's never been one in her family and she's scared her family will not accept her. Lisa and Julie are best friends and they secretly like eachother but are too afraid to say anything. Lisa got classified as a Dom - caregiver, she's not so happy to be classified as a caregiver. Julie got classified as a sub - caregiver, she doesn't mind being a caregiver she adores little.

In this world, you get classified around your 18th birthday. Classifications are: Alpha, Omega, Owner, Pet, Neutral, Caregiver, and Little. -------- Emma is a Little. She knew this before her classification even came close, and so did everyone else, it seemed. Five years ago, she was kidnapped and used in a sex trafficking ring until they were caught, and the warehouse she had lived in for years was set on fire, with her inside. Cliff is a caregiver without a little. His friends had convinced him to sign up for the emergency placement list for Littles, Littles who had to be removed from previous homes, or without homes to go to. But it had been over a year before he had heard anything. Until 2 am on a random Wednesday. ----- (The cover art is not mine, it's from colourpuppy on insta!)

"Fine," she said. "If you won't take me seriously like this, I'll go put on my mafia outfit." Sloane squinted at her. "Your what?" "My mafia outfit." Before either of them could stop her, Lila jumped off the bed and ran out of the room. ____ Three minutes later, Lila came back. And Blair nearly spat out her coffee. Because apparently, "mafia outfit" meant she had dressed entirely in black-black cargo pants, a black long-sleeve shirt, black socks, and... Sunglasses. Inside. At breakfast time. Lila stood in the doorway like she had just stepped out of the world's least threatening action movie. "Well?" Sloane looked at her for a long moment. Then at Blair. Then back at Lila. "...No." Lila frowned. "What do you mean no?!" "I mean you look like a twelve-year-old trying to rob a gas station."