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Iris Calder likes rules, silence, and the order of libraries. Books don't lie. People do.Theo Blackwell is polite. Impeccably dressed. Always returns his books on time. He listens. He remembers. He stays. At first, he feels like comfort. Then protection. Then Iris realizes nothing in her life goes wrong anymore. Problems disappear. People drift away. And Theo is always there-calm, reasonable, watching. Because devils don't look like monsters.They look like men you trust. Some devils don't bargain-they wait.

A king once loved a witch and the world would burn if anyone knew...

Synopsis Haneul Academy is not a school - it is a gilded cage built to protect the rot of South Korea's elite. Hidden high in the mountains, it is secretly ruled by the Four Pillars: a corrupt Chairman, a Mafia Don laundering black money, a ruthless tycoon, and the unseen puppeteer known only as The Elephant. Into this fortress steps Lee Yun Soo - shy, handsome, and marked by a tragic past that makes him seem harmless. To his peers, he is desirable. Forgettable. Safe. That illusion is intentional. As Yun Soo climbs Haneul's brutal hierarchy, he begins to manipulate heirs, dismantle rivals, and rewrite the invisible rules that govern power itself. Every bond is calculated. Every weakness is a weapon. In a place designed to create monsters, Yun Soo doesn't merely survive - he evolves. But absolute control demands a terrible price. As secrets surface and loyalties fracture, the line between predator and prey begins to blur, forcing a single question to the forefront: When a perfect strategist conquers everything, what remains to save him from himself? A dark psychological thriller about power, deception, and the cost of winning.

At seven, Eveline Ashen lost her parents, their love, and the fragile safety of her childhood. But death left her with something no one could see-a power she never wanted, a curse she thought would consume her: the ability to see the dead. She carried it in silence, alone, until twelve, when a lonely spirit found her and became her first, impossible love. For years, he was her secret, her sanctuary, the only warmth in a world that had abandoned her. And then, at seventeen, he vanished. The gift that had once given her comfort now turned cruel, leaving her heart raw, her mind shattered, and her world teetering on the edge. Some powers are not meant to be controlled, some loves are never truly gone... and some secrets are darker than death itself. But when the lines between the living and the dead blur, Eveline will discover that losing him was only the beginning.

He came seeking revenge. He found a war. Driven by grief and rage, Cha Min-ho infiltrates the corporate kingdom of CEO Yoon Se-yeon, convinced she is the mastermind behind his brother's death. But as he uncovers a web of corruption, secrets, and manipulation, the lines between enemy and ally begin to shatter. In a world where power hides the truth, falling in love could be the deadliest mistake of all.

Hogwarts is rebuilt-but the students walking its halls are not. Draco Malfoy enters his Eighth Year expecting hatred, hexes, maybe mercy. What he gets instead is worse: silence. Careful distance. A world that has already decided who he is. Until Varianne Flame collides with him-literally-and refuses to treat him like a warning label. Varianne, with her molten gaze and quiet fire. Varianne, half-blood by birth but royalty by presence. Varianne, who can be soft and lethal in the same breath. Varianne, wholly uninterested in the war he never stopped fighting inside his own head. And Draco Malfoy has never met anyone who could disarm him with nothing but, "Sorry, I didn't see you there." But indifference, he learns, is not the same as dismissal. And Varianne Flame learns that indifference is a weapon... until someone refuses to look away - and actually listens. A story about healing scars you'd rather pretend aren't there, facing truths sharper than magic, and discovering that sometimes- a loss may be a gain. - Jane Austen

Everybody Looks Good on Paper is a contemporary family drama about power, perception, and the damage that hides behind success. From the outside, the Mason family is untouchable. A respected federal judge, a renowned psychology professor, a decorated LAPD captain, a brilliant lawyer, a famous actress, and a black sheep. Wealth, influence, intelligence, and prestige stacked neatly, flawlessly, as if designed for a magazine spread or a Wikipedia page. The kind of family people admire without question. But paper lies. Beneath the accolades and carefully curated public images, the Mason household is fractured beyond repair. Held together not by love, but by silence, obligation, and fear. Each sibling carries a different version of the same childhood, shaped by neglect, favoritism, and parents who understood control better than affection.

Aurora Windsor has always trusted rules. They make sense. They keep things fair. And they're easy to follow when your brain was built to solve puzzles. Elijah Navarro doesn't trust systems. He believes rules are flexible, codes are breakable, and a little hacking is fine, if it serves the greater good. When a high-stakes codeathon becomes their final exam, the two are forced into an uneasy partnership. But what starts as a fight for grades turns into something far more dangerous-uncovering a system designed to steal from those who need it most. One wants to win the right way. One wants to burn the lie down. As firewalls fall and lines blur, Aurora begins to realize that not all systems deserve saving. And Elijah learns that some rules are worth breaking only if someone's brave enough to expose the truth. Chaos follows. So do sparks. And once a system starts crashing-there's no undo button.

The Order made her a weapon. Destiny made her something else. At eleven years old, Elara was taken from her forest village. She remembers the man who dragged her away. She remembers the boy who let go of her hand. She does not remember why. Now she is La Danseuse des Ombres . the Dancer of Shadows. An assassin shaped by the Order. Silent. Lethal. Obedient. Until a mission brings her face to face with a man she cannot kill - and a bond she cannot sever. As her past begins to unravel, Elara must confront the truth behind her legend, the betrayal that forged her, and the boy who still watches from the shadows. Some destinies are chosen. Others are handed over.

She came to study a forbidden manuscript. He came to protect his secrets. Bound by blood and drawn to darkness, Eleanor Whitmore and Lord Sebastian Dragovic will learn that love is the deadliest magic of all.

"I know it's wrong-to desire what isn't mine, to crave what belongs to another. But I do. I always have. God may call it a sin, but I have long stopped seeking salvation. In this life, there is no second chance, no rebirth-only now, only this. If love must be selfish, then let me be the sinner. My love is enough for both of us... even if I have to take you by force."** **Author's Note:** Dear readers Welcome to Sin Fantasy. This is not a typical love story. It is a tale of obsession, forbidden desires, and a love that defies morality. This story contains dark themes, psychological turmoil, possessive love, and morally gray characters. If you are looking for a soft, wholesome romance, this may not be for you. But if you crave a story where love turns into sin, where passion borders on madness, and where the line between right and wrong blurs-then step into Jungkook's world. Read at your own risk. Once you enter, there's no turning back.

Eight students. One ancient school. Too many secrets for children to carry. At a gurukul hidden from the world, being chosen is considered an honor. No one talks about what it costs. Friendships form in classrooms. Loyalties break in silence. Love appears where it should not exist. And some names are written only to be erased. This is not a story about heroes. It is about the ones who were too young to be brave, too human to be cruel, and too honest to survive quietly. A slow-burn fantasy about friendship, unspoken love, and the terrible things we learn too early.

11x featured wattpad story. Before everything, it's assumed there was nothing, but what if there was no real difference between the two? Just two extreme philosophies from the first conflict. The planet Huom has been under observation for longer than should technically be possible. The primary watcher, a bitter black hole, is excited to see that there is finally a proverbial Darkness at the end of the tunnel. Meanwhile, on the planet, in the freezing mountains of Empris, Lyeasrakardsul, the oldest living sorcerer, suffers from devastating nightmares. At the same time, far away in the sandstone desert of Zenon, Herschel, a man filled to the brim with weird ideas is escaping a prison filled with strange old men. What does all this have to do with arsehole Gods, hairy Dwarfs, frustrated Afreets, curious Knomes, lizard-women, and nude Áettar? Perhaps Nothing, perhaps Everything... but why can't it be both?

Ariane Del Rosario has never lived a normal life. Raised between power, expectations, and silence, she knows how to survive in a world where control matters more than emotions. When an elite exchange program brings her back to Manila, she tells herself it's just another challenge. A temporary return. Nothing more. But Manila remembers her. Between prestigious lectures, unspoken family pressure, and the weight of a past she refuses to name, Ariane struggles to keep her balance. Surrounded by her closest friends, Isabela and Elias, she slowly realizes that this city isn't just a setting, it's a test. Then there is Cassian. Brilliant, untouchable, and heir to a powerful family of his own, Cassian carries secrets that run deeper than ambition. What begins as tension turns into something far more dangerous: attraction. And the closer Ariane gets to him, the more she senses that power always comes at a price. Because in life , legacies are built on blood, loyalty is never free, and some families would kill to stay on top. In a world of power, secrets, and hidden truths, can anyone truly choose their own life when everyone else has already decided for them? This is not just a story about love. It's a story about power, survival, and the cost of belonging. Tome One of a dark, addictive saga.

He's the mafia lord she swore to hate. She's the woman he'd burn the world to protect. She believes he killed her parents- but the truth is far deadlier than the lie. Crimson Lies is a dark mafia romance where hatred turns to obsession, secrets bleed into love, and trusting the wrong heart could cost everything.

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"Some people don't fall in love. They fall into control and call it care." Arhaan never believed in love. He believed in distance, in leaving before attachment could bruise him. He collected smiles, not promises. He let people love him.. but never learned how to love back. Kishu only wanted peace. A quiet heart. A safe place to breathe. But peace doesn't survive where guilt lives. When Vish tells her he is dying, her world doesn't shatter.. it shrinks. Into phone calls, tears, promises, and the weight of "you're the only one I have." "Manipulation is not loud. It whispers, cries, and begs to be believed." Vish doesn't cage her with anger. He cages her with concern. With lies dressed as fear. With love that demands isolation. And then there is Arhaan. He enters her life quietly.. through unread messages, through deleted replies, through a smile he doesn't understand himself. "Sometimes love doesn't arrive with butterflies. Sometimes it arrives with hesitation." Arhaan changes before he realizes he is changing. Kishu doubts before she realizes she is drowning. Between them lies silence, misunderstanding, and a third heart pulling strings from the shadows. This is not a story about perfect love. It is a story about choosing someone while unlearning fear, about saving someone without becoming their savior, and about finding light in a place designed to break you. "Not all villains raise their voice. Some just hold your hand and never let go."

This is not a story about finding love. It's a story about choosing to remain. About two people who do not fix each other. Do not save each other. Do not make promises they can't keep. They show up. They stay. They learn the shape of each other's silence. Everything else is noise.

He leaned in, his voice a low, rough rumble that vibrated against the delicate shell of her ear. "If you are the Sin, then I am the Sinner who craves absolution. You are the Goddess, and I am the Worshipper kneeling at your altar. You are the Lie, and I am the Liar who will protect your secrets." His hands slid from her waist, the heat of his palms pressing through the thin fabric of her nightgown, tracing the sharp, undeniable curve of her hip. "You are the woman I will be sharing my life, my money, my fame, my everything," his voice dropped to a sibilant, invasive whisper that left her skin cold. "... and my bed." He pulled her flush against his chest, the finality of the move stealing her breath. His voice turned instantly, dropping into a gravelly, obsidian low that promised absolute control. "You shall have the best husband the world will envy you for. And," his grip tightened, a bruising promise against her bone, "try to run away, and you will witness how a predator traps their prey and feasts until there's nothing left but bone." He brought his face close enough that his breath mingled with hers, the final, chilling promise delivered with absolute certainty. "In the dance on the chessboard, you will be the King, I will be the Pawn." What happens when the King realizes the Pawn is the only one who can protect her-or destroy her?"