After witnessing a crime, twenty-two year old-stripper by trade-Ebony Moore finds herself in a bind. What she sees will cost her. It could possibly be her life or maybe her heart...

"ito mismo. This is the most beautiful mistake I've ever done on my life and I'm thankful." - Akira Quin Arceta "she is, she's my beautiful and gorgeous creation in my life and SHE. IS. MINE." - Silas Luxwell Lim

Mia Brown believed she had her heart safely guarded, wrapped tight under layers of resilience. Life had taught her that trusting too deeply could lead to heartbreak, and dreams didn't always come true. She knew it was safer to rely on herself, to focus on her work and keep her emotions locked away. But a quiet longing stirred beneath her resolve, whispering dreams of a love so deep and true that it would feel like home. And then, there was Alex Walker. From the moment their paths crossed, something shifted in Mia-a warmth, a spark she couldn't ignore. Alex was magnetic yet grounded, a man of strength and subtle tenderness, with eyes that seemed to see into the guarded corners of her heart. He had a way of challenging her walls with every smile, every unspoken word, breaking down the defenses she'd built over time. Mia didn't believe in fairy tales, and yet, as she looked out into the future, there was a flicker of hope, fragile yet undeniable, that maybe she had found something real. Something she hadn't known she'd been searching for. But what if love was more than a feeling? What if it required trust, patience, and a vulnerability she had never allowed herself? Mia's journey would ask her to let go, to be open, to choose love even when it felt uncertain. And in the quiet moments, as she dared to hope, a single, fervent thought lingered in her mind: Could he be mine? ꧁༒☬ ʙᴇ ᴍɪɴᴇ ☬༒꧂ 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐛𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐭 𝐥𝐚𝐠𝐮𝐚𝐠𝐞, 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭, 𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞. 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐧 𝐁𝐖𝐖𝐌 𝐛𝐨𝐨𝐤. 𝐏𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐩𝐲 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐦𝐲 𝐛𝐨𝐨𝐤. 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐝: 𝐀𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐥 • 𝟕 • 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟏 𝐄𝐧

"I'm many things. Crazy is not one of them." - Carter Rodriguez

He pulled me closer to him as my breath hitched in my throat. His looks could kill anyone who got near him. He pressed his lips next to my ear. "I don't care anything about you.... You saw what you saw and you can't leave" He pulled away from me, walking out the kitchen, leaving me in here. I think they were right, he does have a cold heart....

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𝑾𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝑷𝒖𝒈𝒔𝒍𝒆𝒚 𝑨𝒅𝒅𝒂𝒎𝒔 𝒂𝒓𝒓𝒊𝒗𝒆𝒔 𝒂𝒕 𝑵𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒆, 𝒐𝒏𝒍𝒚 𝒕𝒐 𝒔𝒆𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒅𝒐𝒓𝒎 𝒎𝒂𝒕𝒆 𝒊𝒔𝒏'𝒕 𝒘𝒉𝒐 𝒉𝒆 𝒆𝒙𝒑𝒆𝒄𝒕𝒆𝒅, 𝒉𝒆 𝒉𝒂𝒔 𝒕𝒐 𝒎𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒂 𝒅𝒆𝒄𝒊𝒔𝒊𝒐𝒏. 𝑰𝒔 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒚𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒚𝒆𝒂𝒓 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒎 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒕𝒉 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒅𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏? 𝑶𝒓 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒉𝒐𝒐𝒔𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒏𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒆𝒏? 𝒀/𝒏 𝒏𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒔𝒉𝒆'𝒅 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒂 𝒃𝒐𝒚 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝑷𝒖𝒈𝒔𝒍𝒆𝒚 𝒔𝒕𝒖𝒎𝒃𝒍𝒆 𝒉𝒊𝒎𝒔𝒆𝒍𝒇 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒐 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒍𝒊𝒇𝒆. 𝑩𝒖𝒕 𝒊𝒇 𝒐𝒏𝒍𝒚 𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒌𝒏𝒆𝒘 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒅 𝒐𝒇 𝒊𝒎𝒑𝒂𝒄𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒐𝒏 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆 𝒂𝒕 𝑵𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒆, 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒃𝒆𝒄𝒂𝒖𝒔𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒍𝒆 𝒎𝒊𝒙 𝒖𝒑.

Born from rape and the death of her mother, seven-year-old Amara has never known love - only whispers of hate and words no child should hear. Her tiny heart, already fragile, begins to fail her, as the weight of her family's cruelty grows heavier each day. Will her six brothers and extended family see the damage they've done before it's too late - or will silence be the last lullaby Amara ever hears? #1 - neglect - 30th October 2025 #1 - littlesister - 8th November 2025 #1 - heartdisease - 8th November 2025 #1 - olderbrothers - 20th November 2025

Elliot Jensen and Elliot Fintry have a lot in common. They share the same name, the same house, the same school, oh and they hate each other but, as they will quickly learn, there is a fine line between love and hate.

In a quiet, misty district of Himachal Pradesh, in a small orphanage called Sparsh Ashram, lived a fragile, gentle girl named Ishara. Her eyes held a quiet innocence, untouched by the harshness of the world, yet shadowed with a deep, unspoken sorrow. When she was only four, her stepfather-the one who had once called her his life-had left her. He discovered she was the product of her mother's betrayal, and in his heartbreak, he turned away. Since then, Ishara had grown up in the soft, lonely halls of the orphanage, her heart tender, her spirit delicate, carrying a pain that even time could not erase. At fifteen, she was still small, almost like a fragile bird in a vast, unkind sky-beautiful, innocent, and quietly brave. .................................................................................................... ✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨