Protective Stories

She was taught that love was something you begged for. She has spent her life trying to become someone worth noticing. Between an emotionally absent father, a scar she refuses to explain, and a heart that has forgotten how to ask for comfort, she has learned one thing well - to survive quietly. Then she meets Ian. A notorious underground boxer with bruised knuckles, sharp words, and an unsettling habit of remembering the smallest things about her. He fights because he chooses to. She hides because she has to. Somewhere between stolen glances, midnight buses, convenience-store snacks, and the silence neither of them knows how to break, they begin to discover that love isn't always loud. Sometimes... it's simply someone remembering your favorite bread.

Selena is the 𝒎𝒆𝒂𝒏 𝒈𝒊𝒓𝒍. The villain destined to lose her football-star boyfriend to the shy, innocent nerd. Everyone watches in silent awe as he replaces her in the name of love. It was the perfect fairytale ending, just like the movies... But not for long. Because this breakup awakens admirers long held back. Particularly one who's made her his quiet obsession: Noel Casper. The neglected genius assigned to be her tutor. What begins as study sessions develops into a friendship neither of them expected. Behind closed doors, Selena cooks for him, upgrades his wardrobe, and supports his dreams. But to the outside world, he's just a boy being used by the mean girl, especially when they see him carrying her books, tying her shoes, and driving her all around. What they don't know, is that Noel has been watching her for years. And the more Selena takes care of him, the more he becomes 𝒐𝒃𝒔𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒆𝒅. When his research catapults him to international success, the world suddenly notices the boy they once overlooked. Now Selena's ex is begging for a second chance, and the rival who started this all is determined to "rescue" Noel. But Noel doesn't want to be saved. He only wants one person. Selena. And he will do whatever it takes to ensure she never leaves his side. ***UNDERGOING STRUCTURAL EDITS*** ─ ⊹ ⊱ ⊰ ⊹ ─ 𝒀𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝑺𝒍𝒐𝒘 𝑩𝒖𝒓𝒏 𝑸𝒖𝒆𝒆𝒏 𝑩𝒆𝒆 𝒙 𝑸𝒖𝒊𝒆𝒕 𝑮𝒆𝒏𝒊𝒖𝒔 𝚃𝚘𝚙 𝚁𝚊𝚗𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜: #1 𝚘𝚋𝚜𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚍 #1 𝚟𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚊𝚒𝚗ess #2 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎 #2 𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚜

She feared him more than anything-until he became the only place she felt safe. After escaping years of abuse, Lina found a fragile kind of peace scrubbing floors in a mercenary's mansion. Quiet, invisible, and broken, she kept her head down and her voice lower. Especially around him. Killian. He kills for a living. He is a powerful, cold-blooded mercenary, a wealthy man who built his empire off blood, fear. He owns a powerful private military company that operates in the shadows, answering only to the highest bidders. He commands killers, closes deals, and never makes mistakes. Until her. A glance. A flinch. A wound she tried to hide. And suddenly, he was watching her closely. Quietly. Like she was a puzzle he didn't mean to touch... but couldn't stop obsessing over. Killian: "You blush like that again, and I swear I'll pin you against this wall just to see how deep it goes." He didn't know how to be soft. She didn't know how to be wanted. But in a house full of violence, he saw her. And he started to change. And soon, she was everywhere in his mind.

Do you believe in good and evil? Angels and demons? I didn't. Not until I died. I was ten when I was clinically dead for twenty minutes. But I didn't come back alone. Damien, a demon, came back with me. It's been seven years. I hate him. The feeling is mutual. He is beautiful and dangerous. He haunts my every moment. His mission, to return to me to where I belong. Hell. He will deceive, torment, seduce. Whatever it takes. When I uncover the truth of who Damien is, it will blur the line between heaven and hell and I will question everything.

She saves his life. He decides she belongs to him. A wounded Lycan King crashes into Evangeline's peaceful life during a storm. Valério is a Lycan King from a world where monsters rule and weakness has no place. Evangeline is a simple 21st-century herbalist who dreams only of peace. She lives a quiet life, convinced that nothing will ever disrupt her daily routine. Until him. They do not speak the same language. They do not belong to the same world. They should not even exist in the same reality. Yet, from the moment they meet, their souls recognize each other. Between burning desire and fear of the unknown, between unspoken secrets and love, they will have to learn to understand one another despite everything that separates them. For their meeting is not the result of chance. It was written long before they were born. And what if the storm raging outside was nothing compared to the one awakening within them?

She was sold to pay a debt. He was born to rule an empire built on blood. Sofia Marina has spent years surviving a life she never chose. By day, she works in a quiet Manhattan bakery, pretending she is normal. By night, she serves drinks in a luxury gentlemen's club owned by the man who bought her freedom before she was old enough to understand what it meant. She belongs to a contract. To a debt. To silence. Until the night Alessandro Valenti walks in. Twenty-seven. Italian. Untouchable. The most powerful Don in Italy doesn't believe in fate. He believes in control. But when his eyes meet hers under violet lights and expensive lies, something shifts. Not desire. Not lust. Recognition. And Alessandro Valenti does not ignore what he wants. What begins as curiosity turns into obsession. What begins as business turns into war. Because Sofia has a past that refuses to stay buried. A violent ex. A dangerous debt. And men who believe they own her. But they made one mistake. They let Valenti see her. This is not a fairytale. This is a dark empire colliding with a broken girl who refuses to stay broken. And when the Don decides something is his... He never lets it go.

New Chapter Every Monday/Wednesday/Friday --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Everyone at Blackthorne University knew two things about Damian Knight: 1. He was untouchable. 2. Getting involved with him always ended badly. Cold-eyed, filthy rich, and terrifyingly calm, Damian carried rumors around him like smoke - underground fights, violence, girls crying in bathrooms after he got bored of them. Even professors avoided him. And unfortunately for Aria Collins, he was also her best friend's older brother. Aria had spent years hating him. Hating the way he watched her too closely. Hating the way every room changed when he walked in. Hating how he always acted like he owned things he never touched. Especially her. But when Aria desperately needs protection from someone stalking her on campus, they strike a deal. Simple. Except nothing about Damian is simple. Because behind closed doors, he's possessive. Controlling. Addictive. The kind of man who says dangerous things in a soft voice and means every word of them. And the more they pretend to be together, the more Aria notices things she shouldn't: * the bruises on his knuckles, * the way he stares at her like he's fighting himself, * and how violently he reacts whenever another man touches her. Then she discovers the truth: Damian didn't randomly choose her for the fake relationship. He wanted her long before the deal. And someone around them knows exactly what he's capable of. As obsession turns into something darker, Aria realizes the real danger isn't falling for her best friend's brother- It's discovering what Damian Knight would do to keep her. ---------------------------------------------------------------- VIBES - "Touch her and die." "He fell first." "Obsessive protector." "Golden retriever best friend × Black cat billionaire." "If looks could kill..." "Who did this to you?"

[ONGOING - POSTING EVERY FRIDAY] The world is too loud, too bright, and far too crowded. For years, I've hidden behind thick white silks and the safety of my marigolds, speaking to the petals in my mind because words always feel like jagged rocks in my throat. In the Meadow Pack, I am the quiet one, a girl of shadows and soil, waiting for a Mating Ceremony I never wanted. Then the forest breathed, and he stepped out of the willow trees. He wasn't like the others. He didn't smell of heavy perfumes or forced grace. He smelled of crushed mint and the deep, solid scent of a forest after a storm. He was a mountain of black fur and scars, a beast the stories warned me about, the Alpha of Stormridge. They call him a monster. They say his heart is as dark as the ink on his skin. But when our eyes locked, the noise in my head finally went silent. For the first time, I didn't want to hide. He is the storm to my sunlight, the growl to my silence. He doesn't know how to be gentle, and I don't know how to live in his loud, violent world. But the moon doesn't make mistakes, and my blood hums a song only he can hear. The wolf with the scarred eye has found me. And for the first time, I think I'm ready to let the silk fall.

"In the gilded halls of Blackwood Prep, silence isn't just golden. It's a survival tactic." For Faith, escaping into the quiet sanctuary of her own mind is the only way to survive. Her mother expects her to be the perfect, silent trophy daughter. Her new stepbrother, Mike-the golden boy leader of the school's most elite faction-looks at her with nothing but cold, hidden resentment, viewing her as a parasite in his mother's home. Trapped in a gilded cage of family secrets and school rivalries, Faith just wants to remain invisible. But Zayden is watching. As the calculative, tattooed leader of the rival faction, Zayden reads people like a book. He sees right through the perfect family facade. He notices the tiny cracks. He notices her flinch. And the more she tries to fade into the background, the more obsessed he becomes with pulling her out of her own head. He is a storm of thorns. She is a fragile bird. And in a school ruled by monsters, some cages are made to be broken. Zayden: "I like to know exactly what's inside the cages I break."

Dharnika was never meant to belong . Born unwanted and raised with loss, she grew up surviving, hiding her pain behind a smile . When life takes her to her grandfather's home . she steps into a world of strangers, where love , care and acceptance await in unexpected ways . Can a girl who has never known true family . find her place-and finally call a home her own?

★Ranking★ #1 in overprotective on 23/05/26 #1 in friendsfoever on 10/07/26 #2 in overpossessive on 22/05/26 #3 in Italian on 22/05/26 ★🅿🆁🅾🅻🅾🅶🆄🅴★ "𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝 𝐁𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐓𝐨 𝐇𝐢𝐦... 𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐇𝐞 𝐁𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐓𝐨 𝐇𝐞𝐫." People feared Alessandro Rossi. Not the normal kind of fear. Not the kind where people whispered rumors and moved on with their lives. No. They feared him the way people feared death itself. Governments avoided speaking against him. Powerful men lowered their eyes when he entered a room. News channels never mentioned his name unless they wanted accidents to suddenly happen. Alessandro Rossi was power. Darkness. Violence wrapped in expensive black suits. And everybody knew one thing about him: He had no weakness. Until her. ★★★★★ "Sir, the meeting is ready." Alex didn't answer immediately. He stood silently beside the massive glass window of his penthouse in New York, one hand inside his pocket while the city lights burned beneath him like stars. Cold. Untouchable. Dangerous. Matteo waited near the door carefully. Even after years beside him, Alex's silence could still make people nervous. Then finally- "Where is she?" His deep voice filled the room quietly. Matteo sighed internally. Of course. Not business. Not weapons. Not the politicians downstairs begging for his partnership. Her. "She's asleep, boss." Alex's eyes softened slightly. Only slightly. Enough to shock anyone who noticed. "She ate?" "Yes." "She took her medicine?" "Yes." "She cried again?" Matteo hesitated for one second too long. Alex slowly turned around. And suddenly the room felt colder. "She missed you," Matteo admitted carefully. A dangerous silence followed. Then Alex grabbed his coat immediately. "The meeting?" Matteo asked. "Cancel it." "But?-" "I said cancel it."

Valdus Castellanos, the king of werewolves, a ruthless monster, a beast, as known by many, waited for ages for his mate. Years passed, but nothing changed. He could go to any extent to find that one person who will be the sole owner of his heart, the person he'll do anything for. When will the moon goddess finally pity this beast? Mabel, a young innocent girl of 17 was the purest and kindest soul one could find. But life had not been very fair to her. What happens when the cold and monstrous king finds his oblivious mate, who knows nothing about the world of mythical creatures? P. S. Constructive criticism is welcomed.

Alessandra has never believed in safety. Life never gave her a reason to. Pain carved her childhood, silence became her armor, and trust? That was a luxury she could never afford. So when she runs -- bloody, broken, and barely breathing, she doesn't expect saving. She certainly doesn't expect to be taken in by a family dripping in wealth and power and. . . warmth? A mother who refuses to give up on her. A father who watches like he's waiting for her to let him in. And six brothers. Rough. Protective. Complicated. Brothers, who don't know what to do with a sister who won't speak. She doesn't know how to trust. How to believe that maybe not everyone wants to hurt her. Every instinct tells her to run. To shut down. But they don't let her go. Not when she flinches. Not when she hides. Not even when she breaks. Happiness is for other people, or that's what she believes. But when love comes wrapped in gentle patience and fierce protection, when hands reach for her without demand, when hearts break themselves wide open just to hold her... she starts to wonder. Can a girl stitched together with silence and fear ever belong in a family built on love? Can she stand tall when the ghosts of her past refuse to let go? And when danger claws its way back into her life, threatening everything she's come to know... will she find her voice, or will she shatter all over again? Trigger Warnings: Child abuse. Violence. Addiction. Panic attacks. SA. Self-harm. Death, and more.

Two years of secret calls. One long distance love. A plane ticket to a new world. Lilith thought she was surprising her boyfriend for their anniversary. Instead, she walked right into a betrayal she never saw coming. Stranded in a country she doesn't know and miles away from her home, Lilith is forced to survive on her own. But when she runs into a man who is as grumpy as he is mysterious, she realizes that sometimes, getting lost is the only way to be found. Tropes in this story:- - Grumpy×sunshine -green flag male and female lead - age-gap -he falls first and harder

Him being the man to find perfection in everything to being ready to become anything for her. Proud joru ka gulam. Her being the women to be away from as much as from the XY chromosomes to blindly trusting him with everything. Happily being his peace ,choas ,calm everything .

For twelve years, Charlotte Austin was lost. Now, at eighteen, she's finally been found. Returning to a family she barely remembers, Charlotte struggles to adjust to a world that moved on without her. Traumatized and emotionally trapped in the past, she finds comfort only in her stuffed sheep and the patience of those determined to help her heal. As her family fights to reconnect, a gentle friendship, a kind-hearted young man, and a town learning to welcome her home show Charlotte that healing is possible. But to truly move forward, she must face the shadows of her stolen childhood and learn that being found is only the beginning. Can Charlotte finally leave the past behind and find her way back to herself?

Maeve is a simple human. Someone who comes from broken household, so what happens when moving to her half-sisters place in a completely different world? Because suddenly she not only has to struggle to get a fresh start behind her but also how to deal with her soulmates. Those who are apparently very possessive and also protective , because after the first encounter they don't seem to want to leave her side.

Elowyn Gray likes her world quiet, predictable, and safe. As an autistic young woman who builds her life around routine, she's never expected-or wanted-anything to change. But when a chance encounter with the enigmatic CEO Ms. Monroe sends a flicker through her carefully guarded calm, Elowyn finds herself crossing paths with the woman again and again. Warmth becomes confusion. Distance becomes awareness. And every accidental brush of hands sends an unfamiliar thrill through her, making her unsure if she should explore it a little further... or run away completely.

❝ When 6-𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫-𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐒𝐚𝐦𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐚 is left at the gates of the Rajvanshi Mansion, she isn't just being dropped off - she's being 𝒈𝒊𝒗𝒆𝒏 𝒂𝒘𝒂𝒚. ❞ ✦ Traded for money by a mother who never wanted her. ✦ Handed to a father she barely knows. ✦ Placed under a roof where everyone shares her blood... but not her memories. Her new life begins in shadows. - One brother won't speak to her. - Another won't stop glaring. - And the youngest already declared: > "She doesn't belong." But the walls of the Rajvanshi Mansion hold more than cold stares. 🕯️ In quiet moments, 🕯️ Through clumsy kindness, 🕯️ And in fierce, unspoken protection - her brothers begin to change. And so does she. In a house once full of silence, she finds a place. Not by force. Not by blood. But by 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒈𝒓𝒐𝒘𝒔 𝒔𝒍𝒐𝒘𝒍𝒚, 𝒔𝒕𝒖𝒃𝒃𝒐𝒓𝒏𝒍𝒚... 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒂𝒕 𝒐𝒏𝒄𝒆. ⟡ 𝑨 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒃𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈, 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕-𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒂𝒍𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒂 𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒈𝒐𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒏 𝒈𝒊𝒓𝒍... 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒂𝒎𝒊𝒍𝒚 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒓𝒆𝒇𝒖𝒔𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒍𝒆𝒕 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒚 𝒃𝒓𝒐𝒌𝒆𝒏. ⟡

After fleeing her abusive ex in the middle of the night, Chloe Dawson arrives in a small coastal town with nothing but a duffel bag, a crying six-month-old baby, and the last of her savings. She rents a tiny apartment where the walls are paper-thin. Next door lives Sergeant Mason Kane, disciplined, exhausted, emotionally closed off, and currently on leave between military assignments. After years in the army, silence is the only thing that helps him sleep. Then the baby starts crying every night. At first, Mason is irritated. Chloe is terrified of him. Every knock on the door reminds her of the man she escaped.