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Some women save you. Seraphine set me on fire. Liora Vale was never meant to be seen. Raised in silence, working nights, learning love through bruises and obedience. But when she meets Seraphine Aldwych, a reclusive children's author with a porcelain voice and eyes like judgment, something ancient and dangerous ignites between them. Under the watchful gaze of Reverend Jonah Aldwych, Seraphine's preacher husband, their bond spirals into devotion, obsession, and ruin. Now, Liora sits in a white room, recounting the woman who broke her open, then burned herself to ash. A story of control, worship, and the violence of being known.

It started with a key. No note. No lock. No reason. But once it appeared, so did the sounds-footsteps at night, a door that didn't exist yesterday, and whispers behind wood too old to belong. Each poem unlocks another piece of the truth... And some doors should never be opened.

✦ 📘 Description "What if you got a second chance... but didn't ask for it?" They say survival is a miracle. But no one talks about what comes after. Y, a man who stood at the edge of the world-broken, betrayed, and buried in silence-throws himself into the darkness, hoping to escape the pain that hollowed him out. But instead of death, he wakes up to the haunting reality of a second chance. No applause. No redemption arc. Just the weight of a soul that didn't want saving. This is not a story of falling in love. It's a story of falling apart-and crawling your way back piece by jagged piece. Through quiet rage, shattered mirrors, cheap food, and brutal self-confrontation, Y begins the hardest journey of all: finding himself again. For the outcasts. For the broken. For the ones who didn't think they'd make it. This is your story too. "What If" is a raw, poetic, and unfiltered journey of trauma, healing, and the fight to live when living feels impossible. Let me know what platform you're planning to publish on and I can format everything perfectly for it! 💌

Title: 3:11 A.M. Series: The Witching Hour Chronicles Author: Arasis Every night at exactly 3:11 A.M., Najihah wakes-not from dreams, but from something far older. Something buried. Something waiting. In the silence of an inherited colonial house, a soft ticking begins-faint and precise, like the heartbeat of time counting down a life that should have ended... but didn't. As whispers rise from beneath the floorboards and begin to echo from the ceiling, Najihah is forced to confront the terrifying truth: She was never alone in that house. And perhaps... she was never meant to survive it. A psychological horror where trauma is not passed down through blood- but through forgotten memory.

Jay Mercer is invisible. Thirty-one years old, working nights at a warehouse, and living in a one-room apartment that smells faintly of dust and old books, he has spent most of his life watching other people live it. He doesn't have friends. He doesn't have family. He doesn't have a reason to be noticed. Until her. She's just a woman from his office - kind, bright, and utterly out of reach. Jay knows he'll never speak to her. He's content to admire her from a distance, to scroll through her world online late at night while the city sleeps. But admiration becomes curiosity, curiosity becomes fixation, and fixation begins to rewrite his life. In trying to shape himself into the kind of man she might see, Jay makes choices that ripple outward, tiny and harmless at first - until they're not. A missed train. A broken conversation. A chance encounter. Each decision tightens an invisible net, pulling strangers and acquaintances into a chain of events no one can stop. As tragedy coils around him, Jay must face a haunting truth: he isn't a monster. He's just lonely. And loneliness can be the most dangerous thing in the world.

Title: Behind the Walls Series: The Witching Hour Chronicles Author: Arasis Teh Yee doesn't remember why he sealed the door. The knocks come every night at midnight - always three. From inside the rotting wardrobe. From behind the stairs. From a place memory refuses to open. Everyone says Han, his younger brother, never existed. There are no photos, no documents - just distorted images with his own face and a whisper in the dark: "We killed him together, didn't we?" As the truth claws its way back through fractured memories, Teh Yee learns that some versions of ourselves, once buried, don't stay buried. They wait. A disturbing psychological horror about memory, identity, and the terrifying cost of forgetting who we used to be.

"In a city that never changes, a man lives his only day... every day. Until his watch stopped at 7:47, and he discovered that repetition might be a wall hiding life's meaning..."

The Idea of Being Human Is Scary A novel told by a dog, who has seen more than any soul should. I don't know how old I am. All I know is I've had many names, many homes, and many people. Some kind. Some cruel. Some trying so hard to be human, they forgot what that even means. I've lived in silence and screaming. I've slept under tables and beside beds and in basements that never saw sunlight. I've been called "good boy" by monsters and "bad dog" by saints. I've watched love rot, grief twist, and laughter hide knives. And all this time, I've watched humans. Trying to understand them. Trying to survive them. Trying to love them even when they break things. Even when they break me. Because that's what dogs do. We stay. Even when we shouldn't. This is not just my story. It's a mosaic of the people I've lived with. Each one carved a little more out of me. Each one showed me something beautiful... and terrible... about what it means to be human. This is what I remember. What I can't forget. What I dream about when I sleep with my paws twitching and my heart heavy. This is the story of what I saw and what I wish I didn't.