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BEFORE THE FALL Some stories begin with love. This one began with need. Jeremy Aleksandra Christian Devereaux was not raised to want things. He was taught to take. Born into a name that ruled quietly and destroyed efficiently, Jeremy learned early that the world bent for men like him-or it burned. Power was inheritance. Control was instinct. Emotions were liabilities he carved out of himself before they could grow teeth. And yet- One girl ruined that discipline without ever trying. Manali Ingole did not arrive in his life like a storm. She arrived like silence. Soft-spoken, observant, too kind for a world that mistook gentleness for weakness, she lived carefully-loving quietly, hoping reluctantly, surviving without complaint. She believed in routine, in keeping her head down, in never asking for more than what was offered. Jeremy noticed her because she didn't look at him the way others did. She didn't reach. She didn't hunger. She didn't see the monster everyone else whispered about. She saw a man and looked away-because she had already learned that dangerous things were not meant to be stared at. That should have been the end of it. But Jeremy Devereaux had never been able to leave untouched what unsettled him. He told himself it was convenience. Then curiosity. Then protection. He told himself many lies. Manali told herself she was safe. She was wrong. Because when a man like Jeremy decides something belongs to him, it isn't love that comes first. It's inevitability. And once their worlds collided, neither kindness nor power would be enough to save them from what was coming- Not from obsession. Not from control disguised as care. Not from a love that did not ask permission before it claimed. This was not a story about fate. It was a story about what happens when two people mistake survival for belonging. And how everything burns when they realize the difference too late.

Rennah was supposed to drown the night her ship went down. Instead the sea spared her and Leviathan Academy claimed her. Now she trains among nobles, liars and future monsters. Haunted by nightmares she can't remember and a truth lodged somewhere beneath her ribs. The academy watches. The sea waits. And Eli Fallon, heir to a dying island and sworn to a fate he didn't choose, keeps finding himself standing between Ren and something ancient that wants her back. This is not a story about salvation. it is a story about what happens when the word gets the myth wrong and the girl who should have drowned refuses to disappear quietly. A pirate / dark academy / slow burn fantasy romance. *Posting this purely for my own enjoyment. It is a work in progress.

War is coming. The world is ending. Blood is going to be shed. Violetta. A beautiful girl with unusual eyes. She feels so...different from other people. She wants to uncover all of her secrets that lie within her as she keeps remembering two faces that seem oddly blank. But the more she unveils herself, the more she realises that the world is depending on her. Especially when she meets a mysterious man that makes her feel tingly Rigel. King of the Dragon empire. Heartless and Unforgiving. The darkness has spread like wildfire in his kingdom, and trying to find the lost princess, is the last hope for them. War was coming for all worlds, and if Rigel can convince Violet to fight by his side, they will be able to defeat them, but the darkness has spread too much for them to fight...Will they be able to survive this trial or will they be flung through the void of death, and not be able to see each other again?

A short story about Lillian, the Villains laundress and housekeeper. It's been 5 years since Lillian started working for Dante, "The Villain" and after a bad day, a messy break up and troublesome bloody cleanup Lillian has had enough. Lillian decides now is the time to finally let out all her frustration and anger. But maybe her boss wasn't exactly the right choice? Somone's gotta clean up the blood but a little appreciation would be nice.

Olivia's life shatters when rumors in her company cost her everything-her dream career, her boyfriend, her reputation. Escaping to Seattle, she rebuilds her life only to find herself working for another powerful CEO, Charles Thompson. As their professional relationship heats up, Olivia is drawn into a world of hidden agendas and intense emotions. But as she starts to uncover Charles's true intentions, she must decide if she can trust him-or if she's falling into a new kind of trap. What secrets lie beneath the surface of her fresh start?

"Freedom is a privilege you lost, jaan." --- She ran until her lungs burned and her legs shook beneath her. Thorns tore into her skin, warm blood trailing down, marking her path like a confession she couldn't erase. The forest didn't help her. It only watched. Then his voice came-close enough to stop her heart. Calm. Unhurried. "One hundred and fifty seconds," he said. Not loud. Not angry. Certain. She stumbled, fear choking her. "Please-" "Run," he interrupted softly. "Every second you take from me, I take back elsewhere." She knew better than to ask where. Or from whom. Her feet slowed. Not because she was tired- but because she understood. He stepped out of the darkness when she finally fell. Blood, dirt, torn fabric. He looked at her the way one looks at something that tried to break and failed. He crouched, close enough for her to hear him breathe. "I warned you," he said quietly. "Freedom always costs more than you can afford." No threat. No promise. Just ownership. --- First book give try🎀✨💅🏻

Bodyguard X CEO. Age gap. Obsessive. Adult. They told me to protect her. Not to touch her. Not to want her. Not to feel anything for her. But from the moment she looked at me with those defiant, spoiled, fire-filled eyes-I knew I was already too far gone. Aliana Sterling. The heiress. The troublemaker. The living, breathing chaos I was assigned to keep safe. And the last woman I should ever look at the way I do. She's all pearls and poison. A walking contradiction wrapped in luxury and recklessness. And me? I've killed men for less than what she makes me feel. I've walked through warzones calmer than I am when another man touches her. I keep my distance. I play the role. The silent shadow, the bodyguard, the man who follows orders. But one day... I won't. One day, she'll push too far, smile too sweet, cry in a way I can't ignore-and that will be the day I stop pretending. Because she doesn't belong to the world. Not anymore. She belongs to me.