Engagementdrama Stories

This novel is part two of the love story started in my first novel, Silver Currents of Change. In Gold, Fire & Refinement, the second part of the journey, Journalist Zarah Brion must prove to herself and others that love is stronger than hate. But is she right? Can love conquer all? Everything in Zarah's life seems to be falling into the right places. The young, successful magazine editor and journalist who, despite her looks, believes she's the blackest black chick anyone could ever meet-is engaged to Harvey Evan Wilson, a white man who happens to be the richest man in Mississippi. The state's first multi-billionaire, Harvey owns the publishing company where Zarah's publishing and journalistic skills lit her meteoric rise to becoming one of his most productive, most treasured employees. Just months before their wedding, her fiancé's maternal grandmother, a woman vehemently opposed to her grandson marrying a black woman, decides to take matters into her own hands. Bettina Beauregard McNeese works hard and fiercely to end Zarah and Harvey's relationship, to protect her family's bloodline and their fortune. Amidst Wilson family drama, Zarah has her hands full covering what could prove to be the biggest news story of the decade-the unearthing of the long-buried truth about what happened to part of a shipment of Confederate gold bars that have been missing since the Civil War. With her story at center stage in the public spotlight, Zarah becomes the target of people intent on seeing her romance go up in flames. Gold, Fire & Refinement pits a smart and beautiful young woman against a mix of struggles, including family vs. family, past vs. present, and desires of faith vs. desires of the flesh. As forces collide, Zarah is left with difficult but inevitable choices. Will the love between her and her fiancé prove to be stronger than the intentions of those set on destroying it? Or will the deliberate and malevolent actions of others finally tear them apart?

They say UP Diliman is where dreams are made. But for Jasmin Xzan Lykaois, it's where secrets, rivalries, and unexpected love stories collide. She's the sarcastic queen who swore she'd never fall. He's the cold, untouchable class president hiding storms beneath his silence. And then there's the boy who makes her laugh even when she wants to cry. Friendships are tested. Loyalties are questioned. Behind every smile, someone hides a wound. And when the past begins to bleed into the present, Jasmin and her friends realize that growing up means facing the truths they've been running from. In a world of exams, betrayals, stolen glances, and whispered confessions under the acacia trees, can love really survive? Or will their tears remain hidden in the clouds forever?

In a world where destiny sways like flames in the wind, 𝓓𝓮𝓮𝔀𝓪𝓷𝓰𝓲 blooms as a story of forbidden passion and spiritual longing. She is his best friend's sister. And He forceed her under the influence of drugs. What will happen when his best friend know about it. What is Sara's next step..... ･ﾟ: ✧ 𝓓𝓮𝓮𝔀𝓪𝓷𝓰𝓲 [ 𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓢𝓹𝓲𝓻𝓲𝓽𝓾𝓪𝓵 𝓛𝓸𝓿𝓮 ](# 𝓓𝓾𝓮𝓽 1) ✧:･ﾟ °•·★:°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°:★·•° The balcony air was heavy with rain, but all I breathed was her-She, draped in crimson silk saree, it's doing something... My pulse thundered as I closed the gap, fingers brushing the bare curve of her waist where the saree dipped low. She gasped, sharp and trembling, her body arching into my touch like it had been waiting all along. "Why are you doing this to me?" I rasped, dragging her closer, our bodies colliding in a heat that made breathing impossible. Her nails dug into my shirt, eyes locked on mine with fire and defiance. "You hate me, don't you? This marriage-it's a prison. Then why does your pulse betray you when I touch you?" She shook beneath my hand, voice breaking as it spilled out. "Because you're everywhere... in my thoughts, my dreams. I fight it, but you make me want to give in." Her lips hovered near mine, the ache between us unbearable. toward me. "Then stop fighting baby, I don't hate you, you know na, That was a mistake I made in the past, you won't punish yourself for it. Please,." I whispered, desperate, my forehead pressed to hers, our breaths mingling. Her warmth, her scent, the storm in her chest-everything pulled me deeper. My lips hovered at hers, brushing in a tease that burned hotter than any flame. The world faded, leaving only this madness, this deewangi that could devour us whole. One heartbeat. One kiss. And nothing would ever be the same. ✧ 𝙋𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙚𝙣𝙩