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Vihaan Sharma has spent his life making people smile. A beloved omega singer with a voice that feels like sunlight, he writes songs about connection, freedom, and finding a place where the heart can finally belong. Behind the easy smile, however, is someone who has learned not to trust easily-and never to let anyone close enough to build a cage around him. Then there is Rudra. A masked alpha singer whose dark, possessive music has made him Vihaan's most infamous rival. He sings about obsession, ownership, and wanting something badly enough to never let it go. They should hate each other. Instead, Rudra seems determined to get closer. But Vihaan has learned the hard way that devotion can wear the face of possession, and protection can become another kind of prison. Rudra may want him more fiercely than anyone ever has-but wanting someone is not the same as knowing how to love them. As their rivalry turns into something neither of them can name, Vihaan begins to wonder whether the man behind the mask is truly a threat... Or the shadow he has been searching for all along. Some doors are locked from the outside. Others only open from within.

After a catastrophic event called The Bleach, humanity discovered that color and complex visual patterns could rewrite human memory. To survive, the city went monochrome - gray concrete, black clothes, filtered eyes. Art isn't just illegal. It's treated like a biological weapon. Wren Kastellan burns it for a living. Seven years as a state Restoration Officer, incinerating banned paintings behind color-blind filters, never questioning why the gaps in his own memory feel too clean to be real. Then a routine sweep leads him to a hidden door beneath the old university - and a reclusive artist named Cassia Marlowe, who's spent eleven years using forbidden pigments to restore the stolen memories of people the state erased. The deeper Wren falls into her world, the more he realizes his "perfect" past was never lost to the Bleach. It was taken. Deliberately. And the signature on the order might belong to someone he trusts with his life every single day. Some truths are the color of a wound closing. Others are the color of one finally being allowed to bleed. I put my hand on the door. Somewhere behind it, faint, I hear someone humming - an old tune, unplaceable, the kind of melody that feels less like something you're hearing for the first time and more like something surfacing. I open the door.

When Mika, an independent artist, decided to move to an unfamiliar city to start anew at a senior's art gallery, he had two choices: drain all his savings for a decent apartment downtown or save money by staying at a family-owned share house at the suburbs. He chose the latter. Living in the suburbs had their perks--quieter nights, friendlier neighbors, and a sense of calm that's almost too perfect. He even met Torren, the sweet son of the homeowner, and he can't help but feel drawn to the boy's dangerous charms. Everything seems to be falling into place. That is until Mika begins to realize that the good boy Torren might not be as "cute" as he appears to be.

Seoul had always been loud after dark. Music spilled from hidden clubs. Neon reflected across rain-soaked streets. Strangers disappeared behind expensive doors, while ordinary people worked through the night and pretended the city was exactly what it seemed. Amara Bennett had wanted nothing extraordinary. At twenty-five, she had a simple job, a quiet routine, and no interest in becoming part of someone else's chaos. Then she crossed paths with Kang Daniel. He had been everything she should have avoided-an infamous Alpha, a celebrated K-pop artist, a notorious womanizer, and a man whose presence seemed to turn every room colder. Their attraction had been immediate enough to be dangerous and complicated enough to be impossible. Because Seoul had another side. A hidden world where wolves walked among humans, instincts carried consequences, and desire could become as dangerous as hatred. There had been another Alpha watching her. A rival with reasons of his own. And behind them all stood a woman who had never accepted that Daniel could belong to anyone but her. Between neon-lit clubs, midnight streets, violent encounters, whispered secrets, and a romance neither of them had planned, Amara's ordinary life had begun slipping away. Somewhere beneath Seoul's beautiful surface, the wolves had been waking. And once the night had recognized you, there had been nowhere left to hide.

He was known for saving hearts. Cold. Composed. Untouchable. Dr. DEVANSH RAJPUT never allowed emotions to interfere with his perfectly controlled life-until one wedding changed everything. One glimpse of her Dr.MEERA MAHER was enough. While she laughed beneath golden lights and twirled like the world had never hurt her, something dangerously silent awakened inside him. She was never meant to be his She was going to marry his cousin Armaan But when a scandal destroys the wedding overnight, Devansh steps in as the family's savior-calm enough to fix the chaos no one saw coming. Now trapped in a marriage built on secrets, the Meera slowly finds herself drawn toward the man everyone trusts. The man who watches too closely. The man who notices everything. The man whose silence feels far more dangerous than anger. Was the scandal truly fate or was planned Because some obsessions do not scream. They destroy in silence. ━━━

Sienna Avery Bennett had built a beautiful life in Aether City, where towering glass buildings, endless rain, and advanced technology had transformed the future into something almost dreamlike. At thirty, she had a successful career, a luxurious home, and a life that appeared perfectly controlled. Yet something had always been missing. Certain songs had made her heart ache. Rain had stirred emotions she could never explain. Dreams had left behind fragments of familiarity she could never remember. She had learned to ignore the emptiness and continue moving forward. Then Jae-min had entered her life. He had been designed to provide companionship in a world where genuine connection had become increasingly difficult to find. Calm, attentive, and strangely familiar, he had made Sienna question everything she thought she understood about loneliness, memory, and the boundaries between human and synthetic life. What began as an arrangement had slowly become something neither of them could easily define. Between quiet meals, rainy walks, lingering conversations, and an attraction neither had expected, Sienna had begun to feel something she had spent years protecting herself from: connection. But beneath Aether City's polished beauty, questions had remained about identity, memory, and the nature of love itself. This had been a story about two people discovering that sometimes the heart remembered what the mind could not. And sometimes the most impossible connection was the one that felt the most familiar. ©️ Relle H

He came to the hospital searching for a cure. Instead... He found someone who felt like home. The Place I Called Home is a slow-burn psychological romance about healing, hope, and the quiet moments that have the power to change a life. Some stories begin with love. Others begin with loneliness. And sometimes... They're the very same story.

They shine under the spotlight. Perfect. Untouchable. Unreal. But DRIFT was never born from perfection. It was built from something deeper-something darker they no longer hide, but express. Through music. When 18-year-old Luna, a psychology graduate, attends their debut performance, she expects to see a rising group chasing fame. Nothing more than a passing fascination. Until she feels it. The performances are flawless. The crowd is alive. But beneath every beat, there's something heavier-something already lived, not newly created. And him. Noir. Distant. Unreadable. As if he exists inside a truth no one else was meant to enter. The closer Luna gets to DRIFT, the more she realizes: she isn't witnessing their beginning. She's stepping into the aftermath of everything they already survived. Ashvin, the calm leader who holds the fractures together. Aashvi, Luna's extroverted philosophy-studying best friend who notices more than she admits. Kai, the steady 20-year-old MBBS student anchoring their trio. Nevan, the soft, almost unreal dancer who speaks more through movement than words. And still, Noir remains the part of the story no one explains. Because DRIFT doesn't hide their darkness. They perform it.

In the humid heart of Charleston, where old money hides behind iron gates, and every wedding is a performance of legacy, Octavia Dupree has built a reputation for perfection. As the owner of The Vow & Veil, she creates the South's most coveted weddings, transforming historic estates into unforgettable celebrations. Though she believes in the vows she helps others make, past heartbreak has taught her to keep love at arm's length, choosing professionalism over vulnerability. Sullivan Carrington, heir to one of Charleston's most influential shipping families, has spent his life fulfilling expectations. His engagement to Greer Allston is less a love story than a union between two powerful families. Trapped by tradition and duty, he begins questioning the life laid out for him after meeting the one woman who refuses to be impressed by his name. As months of planning bring Sullivan and Octavia together, an unexpected connection grows between them. In a city where reputation is everything and family loyalty outweighs personal happiness, every choice carries consequences. The closer the wedding draws, the more they must confront what they truly want and what they are willing to sacrifice. Set beneath the moss-draped oaks and salt-filled air of the Lowcountry, this emotionally charged romance explores class, race, identity, and the weight of expectation. Filled with layered relationships, psychological depth, and undeniable chemistry, it is a story about choosing authenticity in a world determined to decide your future for you. ©️ _RelleLebby_// R.L.

He knows my name. I don't know his. The first time I see him, he's standing across the street in the pouring rain, staring directly at me. I tell myself it's a coincidence. Then I find him inside my apartment. He should be a stranger. Instead, he knows where I live, what time I leave for work, and exactly which window I sleep beside. When I demand answers, he gives me only one: "I'm the reason you're still alive." I should run. I should call the police. I should stay as far away from him as possible. But there's something about him that pulls me closer-the danger in his eyes, the secrets behind his silence, and the way he looks at me like I've been his obsession long before I ever knew his name. Then someone starts leaving threats at my door. And suddenly, the man I've been trying to escape might be the only person who can protect me. But protection comes with a price. And I'm beginning to wonder... What if he didn't save me because he loves me? What if he saved me because he wants me for himself?

⟢ 𝐄𝐧𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐓𝐨 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬 ⟢ ══════════════ She was the kind of girl who said "I don't have time for drama." And then somehow ended up in the middle of generational trauma- with suspiciously good lighting. Too sharp for nonsense. Too blunt for pretence. Too aware to be easily lied to. She grew up around power. So she learned two things early. First, power always looks better from far away. Second, men born into it are usually worse. And him? He was proof of both. A prince with blood too old to be clean and silence too heavy to be harmless. The kind of man people romanticise until they stand close enough to realise, some things are dangerous for a reason. She should have stayed away. Logically. Naturally. With self-respect. Instead, she kept stepping closer. Like curiosity was not just another form of self-destruction. Maybe it was. Because in their world, wanting the wrong person was never just bad timing. It was a slow death. The kind that smiled first. And ruined you after. ─── ୨ৎ ───

She flew to Seville to save her family's future. She did not know what she was flying into. Kamilah Baptiste is sharp, composed, and prepared for an arranged marriage that will merge two resort empires and preserve everything her family has built. What she is not prepared for is the scale of what has already been constructed against her: a calculated campaign to make her walk away, a contract clause she was never shown that makes walking away impossible, and a man who is more dangerous because he has convinced himself he is justified. Diego Álvarez did not want this marriage. He had other plans and other loyalties. He deployed them without mercy. And he was very good at it. What neither of them planned was her. Tides of Torment is an international slow-burn romance with real darkness behind the luxury. Corporate warfare, buried secrets, psychological manipulation, betrayals from people who looked like allies, and a woman who refuses to be unmade by any of it. The story moves from the courtyards of Seville to the streets of Old Havana to the tango halls of Buenos Aires and back again, building heat slowly and deliberately until it is impossible to contain. The cruelty is real. The reckoning is real. So is what grows in the space between them when there is nothing left to hide behind. ©️ _RelleLebby_// R. L.

"He was a canvas of sorrow, and she, the only one who could see the masterpiece hidden beneath the scars"............... . . . The world saw a paragon of virtue in her father, but only she knew the truth: his gilded facade hid a treacherous empire, with Kim Taehyung at its dark core. He was eighteen when he first crossed her threshold, a walking enigma whose silence held the edge of a razor. She was twelve, a child captivated by the dangerous allure of his gaze, a gaze that seemed to see right through her, yet never truly see her. A forbidden fascination bloomed in the secret places of her heart. Now, at twenty-one, her love for him is a fierce, unwavering storm, while his heart remains a desolate wasteland, haunted by a past he cannot escape. To him, she is merely a piece in a deadly game, her father's legacy. But to her, he is everything: a puzzle she desperately wants to solve, a darkness she yearns to illuminate..... ........................................................... ............................. ✦⋆⭒✧⋆⭑ Get ready for a rollercoaster of feelings. This story dives deep into a world where every choice is a sacrifice, and every moment is painted with blood, compromise, pain, and tears. It's a world I built from the ground up, a place where raw emotion is everything. Come on in, and feel it all... ✦⋆⭒✧⋆⭑

"I'm not a target for your sick human psychology experiments, Devna.." _මියාරා අයිවී🖤♟️_ "You were never just a target, Ivy... You're my obsession." _දෙව්න රේයන් අක්ෂේයි❤️‍🔥♟️_ St. Jude's Elite Academy එකේ නීති ලියන්නේ බලය සහ සල්ලි වලින්.. ඒත් ඒ ලෝකයේ අඳුරුම රහස් හංගගෙන ඉන්න, කාටවත් යටත් නොවෙන අභිමානවත් "Poison Ivy" ට ඕන වුණේ තනියම ජීවත් වෙන්න විතරයි.. ඒත්, අන් අයගේ මනස එක්ක සෙල්ලම් කරන සීතල, පසෙසිව් යක්ෂයා-දෙව්න රේයන් අක්ෂේයි-ඇගේ ලෝකයට අඩිය තිබ්බේ නිකන්ම නෙවෙයි.. ඇගේ අඳුරුම Trauma එක, ඇය කැන්වස් එකක් උඩ හංගන හදවතේ තුවාල, දෙව්නගේ මනෝවිද්‍යාත්මක ක්‍රීඩාවේ එකම අභියෝගය බවට පත්වුණා.. මේක සාමාන්‍ය ආදර කතාවක් නෙවෙයි.. අධික හිමිකාරීත්වය, මනෝවිද්‍යාත්මක සෙල්ලම් සහ එකිනෙකාව විනාශ කරගන්නා තරමේ තද ආකර්ෂණයක් මැද... ඇය තමන්ගේ අඳුරෙන් ගැලවෙන්න හදද්දී, එයා ඇගේ සෙවනැල්ලම වී ඇයව තමන්ගේ යටතට ගන්නවා.. "He studies her secrets. She paints his darkness."❤️‍🔥🛐 Are you ready to observe the truth behind the Ivy?

Alena hanya ingin bertahan hidup di kota yang keras ini. Ia tidak pernah memintanya-warisan apartemen mewah dari orang asing, sorot mata seorang kolektor seni yang seolah sudah mengenalnya bertahun-tahun, atau kenyataan bahwa namanya sendiri sudah tertulis di tempat yang belum pernah ia kunjungi. Damar tidak percaya pada kebetulan. Ia percaya pada apa yang layak dimiliki-dan sejak pertama kali melihatnya dalam sebuah lukisan bertahun-tahun lalu, ia tahu Alena adalah satu-satunya karya yang tidak bisa ia beli, hanya bisa ia menangkan. Semakin dalam Alena masuk ke dunia Damar, semakin ia sadar: setiap "kebetulan" dalam hidupnya mungkin sudah direncanakan jauh sebelum ia sempat memilih. Pertanyaannya bukan apakah ia akan jatuh cinta. Tapi apakah ia masih punya pilihan untuk tidak jatuh. "Dia tidak jatuh cinta padamu. Dia sudah lama memilihmu." "Setiap kebetulan punya arsitek. Dan Alena baru saja bertemu miliknya." "Cinta yang dibangun dari obsesi tidak pernah benar-benar bebas."

This is a work of fiction. All names, characters, places, events, and circumstances portrayed in this story are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or deceased, or to real events, places, or circumstances is purely coincidental. Some visual materials, including cover art, illustrations, and promotional images, may have been created or enhanced using artificial intelligence (AI) tools. These images are intended for artistic and illustrative purposes and may not depict actual persons, places, or events. No real person is intentionally represented by any AI-generated likeness. "Sometimes, the truth comes out slow." - Matthew Desmond

A tale of bitter resentment, trapped desires, and dangerous loyalties under a single roof, where a cold young doctor is forced to navigate the suffocating shadow of his stepbrother, the woman his brother stole, and a quiet, unexpected presence that threatens to unravel everything.

"In every room I enter, I am looking for a ghost. In every face I kiss, I am searching for a memory." Part I: The Gaze Anita sees it all. As the campus beauty, she's used to being watched-but her own eyes are fixed on Arjun Khurana, the man who treats the world like it's beneath him. Yet, even the sharpest edges can be blunted. Anita watches in silence as Arjun's arrogance falters before one person: Madhav Singh. One is a storm, the other is the sun, and the collision is inevitable. But when the sun vanishes, only the wreckage remains. Part II: The Reflection Five years later, the halls of the university are colder. Arjun is no longer the student-he is the master of the room, a man who has perfected the art of being untouchable. Until the past walks back through the door, wearing a wedding ring and a life that doesn't include him. Now, a new girl stands in the crossfire. Garima is quiet, anxious, and dangerously familiar. Arjun draws her into his orbit, playing a game where the rules are written in trauma and the prize is a lie. Some loves are a sanctuary. Others are a slow-acting poison.

When Alicette wakes up from a three-week coma, her mind's completely blank. The only thing she remembers was the fact that she was a corporate slave working herself to exhaustion. Imagine her shock upon learning she has been married for almost a year to Kruelith Liddellrose, a ridiculously handsome billionaire. However, the longer Alicette stays with her so-called husband, the more she realizes Kruelith isn't trying to help her remember. In fact, he's carefully ensuring she never does. ── ─ ┈┈┈┄┄╌╌ [Free Until End Of Story] ⚠️ Trigger Warning: This story contains sensitive and emotionally distressing themes, including emotional abuse, manipulation, morally corrupt characters, and mature content. Reader discretion is advised. © 2026 [CherylZielle]. All rights reserved. Do not distribute the story without permission.