Intense Stories

Jade Fernwood is finishing her senior year at October Academy, notorious boarding school for the filthy rich. Jade knows she doesn't belong there, being a foster kid on a figure skating scholarship. Darcy Kane is a brooding hot mess, one of the wealthiest students of the Academy. From the moment he crosses Jade's path, an undeniable connection forms between them. Jade knows she should stay away from him, but does that stop her? Hell no. Callum Carver is a famous ice hockey player, taking a break between seasons and returning to his home town to stir trouble. He falls for Jade instantly, but can't allow himself to give in to his feelings. Last year, Jade's foster brother mysteriously died. But despite her willingness to live in ignorance, someone is hell bent on showing her the truth. ✨A lot of romance, a little smut, and just enough love triangle.✨ WARNING: This book does not have a happy ending. This is a villain origin story. ☾Completed☽ BEST RANKINGS #1 in love triangle #1 in spicy ;) #1 in hockey #1 in friends #1 in hot #1 in steamy #1 in intense #1 in youngadult #1 in texttospeech #2 in boardingschool #3 in rich #3 in fosterfamily #3 in newadult

FIRST BOOK OF THE BELLADONNA PREP SERIES ! Belladonna Prep isn't a school-it's a warzone dressed up as one. Built for the heirs of the most dangerous mafia families in the world, it isn't about grades or diplomas. It's about survival. Reputation. Power. Every fight, every race, every whispered alliance decides who rises and who falls. Nova Hale has been here since day one. Sharp, fearless, and unwilling to play by anyone's rules, she's built her reputation on being untouchable. With her best friend Aria at her side, Nova knows how to keep her head high in a school where weakness gets eaten alive. She doesn't care about the drama, the noise, or the golden boys who think Belladonna belongs to them. And then there's Lucas Moretti. Arrogant. Reckless. Smirking like he's already won. Behind the wheel, he's untouchable-an undefeated street racer whose midnight victories make him a legend. In the halls, he's worse. Late to class, girls clinging to him, an ego big enough to fill the room. But beneath the smirk is the weight of the Moretti name: perfect sons don't lose, and Lucas doesn't know how to handle being challenged. When Nova and Lucas are forced into the spotlight-sparring on the mat, throwing punches in front of everyone-their rivalry explodes. She's the first to make him bleed pride, and he's the only one who can get under her skin without even trying. Every word is a weapon. Every fight feels like war. Around them, Belladonna is alive with secrets. Enemies. Rivals. Opposites in every way. But in Belladonna Prep, lines blur fast. Pride turns into obsession. Hatred turns into something hotter, messier, and far more dangerous. Welcome to Belladonna Academy Where survival isn't about making the top of the class. It's about walking out with your name intact. BOOK 1/3 OF THE BELLADONNA ACADEMYYYY!

Roman is back which only means one thing for Kimberly, stay the fuck away from him. But it is impossible, as they have to now work closely together on a movie set. Roman is such close proximity is spiralling Kimberly back to her old ways... drama, toxicity and heart break. Roman symbolizes a rollercoaster that hurt her one minute, loved her like no ody else the next. What happened 4 years ago, did not just break them apart. It changed them for good.

The ring is smaller than I imagined. Dim lights, the scent of sweat and leather thick in the air, the crowd a muted roar around us. And then there's him. Kai. Standing just inside the ropes, muscles taut, eyes sharp, every line of him danger incarnate. My chest tightens before he even moves. "You shouldn't be here," he growls, voice low, like a warning-and a challenge all at once. "I... I just-" I try to speak, but the words die when his hand lands on my waist. Firm. Claiming. The ropes press against my back, my fingers tremble as they find his chest. Solid. Unyielding. The pulse beneath my palm is steady, like a drumbeat keeping time with the fight raging just feet away. "I could throw you out," he murmurs, a dangerous smirk tugging at his lips. "But I don't want to." My heart hammers. Every swing, every punch in the ring echoes like a drum in my chest, matching the wild rhythm of desire and fear racing through me. He leans closer, heat brushing my ear. "You think you're in control. You're not. Not here. Not in my world." I shiver. The leather of the gloves, the scent of blood, the grit of the ring-it's his world, and I'm already caught. Already tethered. Already craving him, even though I know I shouldn't. One move. One heartbeat. And the line between danger and desire dissolves entirely. I DO NOT OWN RIGHTS TO THE PICTURES USED IN THE CHARACTER AESTHETIC AND THE COVER.

Samuel Eom built everything he has from nothing - a career, a fortune, a life he never expected to want this badly. Danielle Covey did the same, on the other side of the world, refusing to let anyone manage her the way she lets him. They live together. They love each other completely. He believes in marriage. She doesn't. Before any of that - before the home, the cars, the quiet mornings that belong only to them - they were just two strangers in a room full of screens, half a world apart, about to change everything for each other without meaning to. This is the story of everything they built... and the one thing they haven't.

✨ Forced Marriage to the Emir's Son ✨ Zaynab Bello never imagined her life would change with a single sentence. "The Emir's family has chosen you for their son." Independent, stubborn, and fiercely protective of her freedom, Zaynab refuses to become another quiet wife trapped behind palace walls especially not for Khalid, the Emir's cold and feared son. But Khalid is not the man people think he is. Silent. Powerful. Dangerously calm. A man every woman wants... except her. Forced into a marriage neither of them expected, Zaynab enters a world of royal traditions, hidden family secrets, jealousy, pressure, and a love so intense it slowly destroys every wall between them. But loving Khalid comes with one terrifying problem The more he becomes her home The more afraid she is of losing herself in him. In a world where duty speaks louder than feelings, can two stubborn hearts survive a marriage that began without choice? Or will love be the very thing that ruins them both? 🔥 Northern Romance 🤍 Islamic Love Story 👑 Royal Family Drama 🌙 Slow Burn 🖤 Emotional & Romantic ✨ Forced Marriage Trope

Three stars fell from the sky. They split one continent into three empires. They gave magic to three bloodlines. For a thousand years, the balance held. Now it's breaking. THE GAME Fifteen teenagers from enemy empires were thrown together by a magical mirror. They didn't choose each other. Half of them were raised to kill the other half. But when you step into the Caraval, you don't get to walk away. "Welcome to the greatest game. Dreams that come true can be beautiful. If you don't wake up, they become nightmares." Now they're hunting twenty-five Divine Keys before the wrong people find them first. The three empires want the keys. A shadow council called the Kurotsuki Zetsubō wants them-twenty-five faces no one has ever seen. THE PLAYERS She stabbed an Emperor. He caught her. Now they're fake-dating. A princess whose empire forgot her, a curse sleeps inside her, and an immortal magician follows her everywhere, whether she likes it or not. Three broken souls who chose darkness because the light abandoned them first. Her parents sold her to a monster. Some love stories start with a kiss. Hers started with a knife. She builds Floating mechs with minds of their own. Weapons that think. She's the smartest person in any room. She was born to save people. She's learning she can't save everyone.She doubts herself constantly. But she never runs. She used to control six elements. Now she has two.Then someone stole four of them.She's going to get her powers back or destroy everything trying. A blade in her hand before she could write her name. She laughs, she teases, she pulls pranks-until a fight starts. Then she goes cold. Their clans have been enemies for centuries. They're starting to think their clans were wrong. Twenty-five Divine Keys. Three empires hunting them. One shadow council pulling strings. Fifteen teenagers who didn't sign up for any of this. The stars gave magic to three empires. They forgot to mention the curse. [START READING]

"No One Is Too Pious To Not Sin And No One Is Too Sinful To Not Repent." This is not just a story. It is a wound carved into words. It whispers that even the righteous can fall, and even the sinful can rise. That pride can destroy faith, and despair can bury hope... yet Allah's mercy never closes its doors. This is the heartbeat of Noor al Qalb. It is a tale of falling so hard the earth could swallow you... and rising again because His forgiveness was always waiting. Noor al Qalb is a tale of breaking and returning, of justice that humbles and mercy that heals. Of a light in the heart sin tried to smother, but could never kill. Because when Allah calls you back, no night is strong enough to keep you away from His dawn. A journey where sins turn into sujood, and even the darkest night bows before His light.... It is the proof that even in ruins, the heart can find its way back to light.

#book 1 of the cursed blood 📖scars she never showed 📖 A story from the dark pages of Akira nyrae "Her Name on My Tongue Burns Like Prayer." "Find me again," she whispered. "In another world.Even if loving me is forbidden." Fire swallowed the sky. Walls fell. Prayers burned. The world ended-and still, she chose him. He held her bloodied face, forehead to hers as flames rose like judgment. "I will find you," he vowed."Even if gods rise against us.Even if the universe calls us wrong.If loving you is a sin,let damnation remember my name." Fire consumed them. But some promises do not die. They wait. She is reborn as Kaya with no memory of flames,only sorrow etched into her bones.She learns to smile without joy,to bleed without sound,to survive by becoming small. Her scars are unseen in her fear of warmth,in the way she never asks to be held. He is reborn as Maayav storms in his chest, devotion in his blood. A man haunted by something he cannot name. Fire feels familiar.When he looks at her,it isn't meeting.It is returning. He does not remember the vow.His soul bows anyway.They should not touch.They should not want. But forbidden things do not ask permission. Their love is not gentle.It is ancient.Obsessive.Terrifyingly devoted. Cursed by a land that refused to let their souls stay apart. He loves her like something he was punished for once and chose again. She leans into his darkness.He is not her light.He is the shadow that kneels. Some love stories begin with a kiss. Theirs began with fire. Some promises are blessed by heaven. Theirs were rejected. And some scars are never shown because they were carved by a love that refused forgiveness. - Scars She Never Showed Akira Nyrae

Two families. One century long war. And two heirs raised to destroy each other. When Y/n returns to reclaim her legacy, she faces the one man she was raised to destroy Kim Taehyung. He wants her gone. She refuses to break. In a world of power, pride, and long-buried secrets, Hate is easy. Love is forbidden. But falling for the rival? Inevitable.

Three Determined brothers, three innocent sisters and one perfect plan. Arnav and Khushi have had an arranged marriage. Kartik and Naira have had a love marriage. Manik and Nandini have had a hate marriage. Where would this journey take them? Stay tuned with this book to know.

Taken from her home as a child and forged into a weapon by Count Dooku, Syn Daari has spent most of her life in the shadows of the Sith. As the Clone Wars tear the galaxy apart, unexpected bonds with the very soldiers she was taught to kill begin to challenge everything she knows, forcing Syn to decide whether she will remain the weapon Dooku created or finally choose a life of her own.

The older brother of Julia, Sabastian, goes down a series of events after her death. Never did he think she would have to do with parts of the world that weren't even around her. NOTE: This story has violent content

Kartik Singhaniya was control wrapped in power. He was cold, commanding, and unshaken by defiance. In his world, lines were drawn in stone... and no woman dared cross them. Until she did. He came to choose a bride worthy of his name...soft, obedient and predictable. Instead, he chose her. Chahat Rathore - a mistake wrapped in beauty. A temptation he should have rejected. But behind that veil stood a girl with fire in her eyes and rebellion in her blood-her curves soft yet dangerously distracting, her presence impossible to ignore. She wasn't delicate... she was disarming. The kind of woman who didn't ask for attention, yet commanded it effortlessly. She played a game, pretended to be her elder sister and tried to make him walk away. But monsters don't walk away. They claim. What begins as deception spirals into something far more dangerous...a marriage tangled in forbidden tension, stolen glances, and unspoken hunger neither of them is willing to admit. Because she is his would-be bride's sister and that only makes it worse. He watches her when he shouldn't. Thinks of her when he mustn't. Wants her in ways that break every rule he has ever lived by. And when circumstances force them into a marriage neither expected... The line between right and wrong shatters completely because this marriage was never about love. It was a deal. A condition - an heir. She agrees for her sister. He agrees without knowing the whole truth. And when that truth comes out... It won't break him but unleash him. Because Kartik Singhaniya doesn't accept betrayal. He punishes it but the most dangerous part? Even in his anger, even in his control... He craves her. Not gently or purely but in a way that consumes. In a way that ruins. In a way that turns forbidden into inevitable. Some cravings aren't meant to be resisted... They're meant to destroy you.

He thought he had lost everything the day his parents died. But years later, he came back with one thing left in his heart-REVENGE He knew exactly who was responsible. Paresh Thakur. The man who had taken everything from him. But there was one problem. He was in love with Paresh Thakur's daughter. And this time, he wasn't going to lose her too.

~ ROMANCE SENTIMENTALE ~ Eline a appris à ne compter que sur elle-même. À trente-cinq ans, entre sa ferme familiale, son fils de dix-sept ans et les problèmes qui semblent s'accumuler sans jamais lui laisser de répit, elle n'attend plus rien des hommes. Elle les a déjà assez bien connus, les absents, les violents ou encore les manipulateurs. Alors, quand Raphaël débarque à Belle-Rivière pour le mariage de sa sœur, elle sait immédiatement qu'il vaut mieux garder ses distances surtout lorsqu'elle découvre qu'il est l'ancien amour de sa sœur Méline. " Parfois, celui dont on ne veut pas dans sa vie est précisément celui dont on a le plus besoin. "

"𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒘𝒆𝒆𝒕𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒍𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒍 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅𝒏'𝒕 𝒌𝒆𝒆𝒑 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒆𝒚𝒆𝒔 𝒐𝒇𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒅𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒍."

Rafe Cameron and Lillian used to be inseparable-attached at the hip, unbreakable. Then Rafe made choices to please his father. Stupid choices. Ones that tore them apart. Now Lillian is seventeen. Rafe is nineteen. He's rich, untouchable, a magnet for attention-and completely alone in ways no one seems to understand. He copes the only way he knows how. Back then, she was the only thing that kept him sane. The only person he ever loved. The only place he ever felt loved. Now they barely speak. Just stolen glances at parties. Lingering eye contact. A quiet hey here and there. She never really understood how alone he was- until the night Rafe finally approaches her as she sits alone on the staircase, and his world begins to unravel. Angst, happy ending,

Park Jimin never wanted a wife. Y/N never wanted a contract in place of love. But when two powerful fashion empires collide, they're forced into a marriage neither of them chose. A cold CEO. A fearless designer. What begins as a business deal slowly turns into obsession, war, and a love neither of them can escape.

Please be aware that the book is under editing. Chapters ready to read are marked with a tick sign ahead, so please read and cooperate accordingly. Ashes, ashes, ashes, We all fall down. 𝘼 𝙖𝙜𝙖𝙞𝙣𝙨𝙩 𝙙𝙖𝙧𝙠 𝙧𝙤𝙢𝙖𝙣𝙘𝙚 𝙣𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙡. 𝙇𝙚𝙩𝙨 𝙙𝙧𝙖𝙬 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙚 𝙗𝙚𝙩𝙬𝙚𝙚𝙣 𝙧𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙬𝙧𝙤𝙣𝙜.