|| Highest rankings: #1 in notfittingin (30/03/19) #9 in antibullying (25/05/18) || - COMPLETED - Enzo knows that he is different. He knows it in the way that people look at him. Talk about him. But Enzo isn't normal different. He is different different. Wrong different. He doesn't feel like other people do. In fact, he doesn't feel at all. Born without a heart, he is incapable of being anything except what he is - heartless. But Enzo is desperate to show that he doesn't need a heart to live his life. That being ordinary isn't - and never will be - all that it's cracked up to be. Cover by @11stones

They never got the chance to confess in high school, stayed strangers in college, and met again when they're starting to build their careers. Years later, fate brings them together once more-will this be their final chance to turn their unspoken love into forever? Will he now listen to Her Confession?

Two boys. One heart. A choice she never wanted to make. Rhea was never the girl who needed saving-until she broke in silence. Akash was the fire in her veins, the love that made her feel alive. Vihaan was the calm in her chaos, the one who showed up when she stopped asking. Caught between a love that burned and a comfort that healed, Rhea learns that sometimes, love isn't the only thing we need. And sometimes, not choosing is the only choice we're left with. Because loving someone doesn't always mean staying. And staying doesn't always mean you stopped loving.

Disclaimer This story is mine. Please don't copy, repost, or use it without asking me first. Any names, places, or events that sound real are just coincidence. Read for fun, enjoy the story, and respect the writer. 💫 CHOOSE TO BE KIND. D2 me mag update ng short story.

They tell me love is a pretty lie. A cruel deception. I wouldn't know-I've never been given the chance to believe in it. A daughter of the Cosa Nostra, passed from one husband to the next like a prized possession, I have learned one thing: a woman's value is measured in obedience. But then I come back, and he's there. Enzo Mancini. Silent. Ruthless. Untouchable. Except... I have touched him. Once, before the lies. Before the fire. Before he left me with nothing but ghosts of a boy who used to stare at me like I was his only sin. Now, he looks at me like I'm his reckoning. Like he's been starving. Like he'll ruin me all over again. The worst part? I want him to. Enzo Mancini She was never supposed to know the truth of that night. The blood on my hands. The fact that I let her believe I was the monster. I told myself I could let her go. That I could watch her slip through my fingers, fall into the hands of men who never deserved her. And I did. She doesn't know what I've done for her. How many bodies I've buried. How many sins I've committed in her name. She's everything I should stay away from. Soft where I am hard. Chaos where I am order. A temptation so dangerous, it should be a death sentence. But I can't stop. I can't stop watching her, wanting her, losing sleep over the way she lingers like a curse in the nightmares she inhabits. She calls me heartless, and like everyone, I let her believe it. She doesn't know that every step she takes away from me is another step toward a man who won't live long enough to touch what's mine. I saved her from the fire long ago, the same one I caused. And now, the flames are swallowing me whole. 17+ Mafia Dark Romance *Standalone*

They say love begins in silence. But what happens when the silence lasts too long? This is not a love story about happily ever afters. This is a story about almosts- About late-night conversations that stopped just short of meaning something. About eye contacts that promised more, but always ended in friendship. In Part 1, she loved him quietly. In Part 2, she starts to speak- but still, he doesn't listen the way she hoped. She tries to become his safe place. She tries to heal his fear of attachment. She tries to read his mind, hold his hand without holding it, and love him in a way that feels patient-not desperate. But the more she hopes, the more she drowns. This is the continuation of a one-sided love story that became too heavy to carry. A confession soaked in unsent messages, mixed signals, and a storm of emotions that never found a home. Sometimes, loving someone means letting go. Sometimes, silence is louder than goodbye.

Prologue The night was heavy with rain, the kind that swallowed the stars and drowned out the hum of the city. Liana sat by her bedroom window, her heart caught in the same endless loop it had been for years. Kade. His name was a melody and a curse, a thread woven into every moment of her life since she was five years old. She remembered the way his laughter had once been innocent, the way his touch had been casual, careless. But as they grew older, something in him shifted. It was in the way his gaze lingered too long, how his voice turned softer when he said her name. She should have been afraid. Maybe she was, in some small corner of her heart. But she loved him anyway. What Liana didn't know-what she hadn't yet pieced together-was that Kade's devotion had gone far beyond friendship, far beyond love. To him, Liana wasn't just his best friend. She was his anchor, his obsession, the only thing in a world that often felt like chaos. And if he had to keep her close-by any means necessary-then so be it.

"We said goodbye for the sake of growing up. But growing up didn't mean moving on." At Rosebridge University, Mirabel and Caden meet again-not as lovers, but as best friends carrying unspoken history. They broke up in high school when Mirabel's grades slipped, and she blamed the distraction of love. Caden let her go, believing they'd find their way back someday. But now that "someday" is here, everything is more complicated than he ever imagined. She's stronger. He's quieter. And their hearts? Still speaking the language of "what ifs." But in between stolen glances, late-night talks, and buried memories, their story is far from over. Because sometimes, letting go was never the end. It was just the pause before everything changed.

They saw each other before anyone else did. Before the noise, before the chaos, before love had a name. Two souls who weren't supposed to meet.. yet somehow always did. From quiet late-night calls to stadium lights and storms, they learned how love can be both a home and a battlefield. This is the story of the girl who believed in signs and the boy who didn't.. until she became one. A story of distance, pride, laughter and everything that came before the world knew their names.