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❄️ He was sent to kill a cult. Instead, he met a god who remembered his soul. America is a monster hunter-sharp-tongued priest, five-foot-two, and absolutely not here for your death cult nonsense. But when a trap binds him to a forgotten altar, he comes face-to-face with the god they were trying to summon. Russia isn't just frost and fury. He's ancient. Powerful. And disturbingly interested in America. Blood will freeze. Chains will break. And beneath the snow, something impossible stirs-an echo of a love that should have died long ago. ✨ Enemies-to-something-more meets divine obsession in a dark, romantic, dreamcore fantasy filled with teeth, trauma, and fate.

Kaia Zimerz is not a girl. She's a thing - fractured, forgotten, surviving in a body that never felt like home. But when a boy named Riot moves next door, everything begins to shift. This is not just a romance. It's a story of trauma, identity, neuro divergence, and choosing to live, even when every part of you is breaking. In 62 unforgettable chapters, Kaia becomes someone she never thought she could be - human.

She shouldn't have witnessed the murder. He shouldn't have let her live. Aisha Singh life changes forever the night she sees Rivan Malhotra's world of power, blood, and secrets. Billionaire. Mafia king. Broken by the past, ruthless in the present. Two traumas collide. Two lives entangle. And trust is the deadliest game of all. Will survival cost more than love? -------

When the world ended, Claire Bennett was sitting in the back row of her college classroom, trying to quiet the storm in her mind. Shy, anxious, invisible-she never expected anyone to notice her. Especially not Cole Matthews, the mysterious, tough, emotionally closed-off guy everyone either feared or adored. But the moment the screaming started and the first infected student collapsed into a pool of blood, Cole grabbed her hand and pulled her into the chaos-choosing her without hesitation, without explanation. Now the campus is falling apart. Friends are turning into monsters. No one knows who to trust. And Claire can't figure out why Cole saved her, or why he keeps looking at her like she means something... even though he pushes her away every chance he gets. Cole is hiding something-anger, grief, darkness-and Claire can feel it pulsing beneath his calm exterior. His friends hate her. The world is burning. And the dead are coming. Separated after a tense escape to the gym, Claire finds unexpected safety with Eddie, a gentle, terrified germaphobe who becomes her first real friend. But as the infection spreads and survival becomes a choice, Claire must decide who she can trust: The boy who saved her life but refuses to let her in... or the boy who is terrified but willing to save her.

Two lives. Two silences. One born into shadows he didn't choose- haunted by echoes he can't remember, and a promise he never broke. The other, wrapped in quiet wounds, where love once meant pain, and moonlight was the only comfort. They weren't meant to cross paths. But the broken have a way of finding each other- not to fix, but to see. And sometimes, to heal. Even if the world never understands.

They told me not to talk to her, don't go near her. Physically at least. They told me she's unstable- dangerous even. Barely human. But they didn't tell me she'd be so beautiful. They didn't tell me I'd slowly start drifting away from reality just to see her- Feel her. That I'd eventually fall for her. The only thing that kept me away temporarily, was this wall with a window in the center. Delilah lives in the room next to mine. She leaves me paper flowers, notes, and whispers through the small hole on the edge of the window. Every night we meet where cameras can't see. And every night, I fall a little harder. Delilah isn't just some sad, pretty girl locked away behind doors. She's something else. And the more she remembers, the more I realize- She wasn't locked up to be saved. She was locked up to keep everyone around her safe. And I might've kissed a monster everyone warned me about. But it's too late. I'd kill everyone just to be with her.

Some scars never fade. Some love stories were written in blood. Serin Lee has spent the last seven years running-from her past, from the fire that took her family, and from the man whose name still haunts her nightmares: Jeon Kyro. Once a girl with dreams, she's now a woman shaped by trauma, loss, and a single burning purpose-revenge. But when fate pulls her back into Kyro's world, she expects a monster. Instead, she finds a man broken by the same tragedy that destroyed her. He doesn't remember her. But she remembers everything. As Serin walks a tightrope between justice and destruction, the lines between enemy and protector blur. Because the man who ruined her life might be the only one who can save what's left of her soul. How do you heal when the one you hate is the only one who understands your pain?

Pulse Between Us She walked into the trauma bay to save lives-he forgot how to feel them. When ambitious intern Emma Carter lands in the trauma unit of Rosecliff Memorial, the last thing she expects is her mentor to be the coldest man on the floor. Dr. James Thorne doesn't do attachment. Doesn't do kindness. But something about her makes him break his own rules-one glance, one silence, one heartbeat at a time. This isn't just a hospital. It's a war zone for the heart.

A tragic accident bound Isabelle and Noah together, making them inseparable ever since. To Isabelle, Noah became her saviour, her compass, her everything. She has loved him for as long as she can remember-silently, fiercely, hopelessly. But while Noah treasures their bond, he only sees her as his dearest friend-someone to protect, someone like a little sister. To Isabelle, he is the forbidden fruit she can never taste, the love she can never claim. And yet, her heart refuses to let him go. As the years pass and Noah finds love elsewhere, Isabelle is forced to stand by his side, hiding her heartbreak behind a supportive smile. Every laugh they share, every secret he entrusts her with, only deepens the ache of loving what was never hers to have. Torn between the love she cannot silence and the reality she must accept, Isabelle begins a journey of self-discovery-learning to find strength beyond him, and perhaps, a future without him. This is the story of a love, forbidden longing, and the quiet courage it takes to let go. Because sometimes, love doesn't stay... but if it's meant to, it always finds its way back.

❝𝑰 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖, 𝒘𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒎𝒚 𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒓𝒕-𝒎𝒊𝒂 𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒂.❜❜ She is a brilliant gynaecologist but mute since childhood trauma stole her voice. She doesn't get attached neither to people nor promises. For her, life was about control-of her career, her choices, her emotions. She didn't want to be fixed. She just wanted to be left alone. While he is the youngest of the Kapoor clan. A surgeon by profession, a charmer by nature. Never serious. Never still. He wanted admiration, attention and a girl who could worship the ground he walked on. A narcissist in denial, and proud of it. ❝𝐒𝐧𝐞𝐚𝐤 𝐏𝐞𝐚𝐤𝐬❜❜ "𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒅𝒂𝒚 𝒘𝒆 𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒅, 𝑰 𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒌𝒆𝒅 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒔 𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒆... 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑰 𝒅𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒕𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒃𝒂𝒄𝒌 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕'𝒔 𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒆." "𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒄𝒍𝒂𝒊𝒎 𝒎𝒆, 𝑴𝒂𝒉𝒊𝒓... 𝒊𝒇 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒅𝒂𝒓𝒆." "𝑫𝒂𝒓𝒆? 𝑲𝒂𝒏𝒊𝒌𝒂... 𝑰 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒓𝒖𝒊𝒏 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒂𝒏𝒚𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒆𝒍𝒔𝒆." ╰┈➤𝐀𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 🏅 #87 in forcedproximity out of 5.07k stories.(4.08.25) #15 in hefallsfirst out of 1k stories. (6.08.25) #35 in adultthemes out of 12.9k stories.(23.08.25) #10 in emotionalhealing out of 1.02k stories.( 7.09.25) #19 in pasttrauma out of 3.04k stories.(24.09.25) #18 in slowburnromance put of 5.54k stories. (9.11.25)

Johnny Sinclair never planned on coming to the Outer Banks. After a tragic summer on Beechwood Island, all he wants is quiet, distance, and the illusion of normal. But the Outer Banks is anything but quiet-and Rafe Cameron is a storm waiting to happen. Cold stares turn into late-night conversations. Casual touches become something more. And Johnny finds himself caught in a dangerous tide-between who he was, and who Rafe is daring him to become. Secrets burn. Boys lie. And some tides never recede. Welcome to the Outer Banks. Nothing is what it seems.