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She committed suicide and died. That should be the end. "Welcome host." The system comes online. "Failure to survive your life. Host has been sent to Survival Realm 468. Objective: Find fragmented pieces of a remote control to exit Survival Realm 468 within 730 days. If failed to collect all fragment pieces, failed to survive until 730 days, or failed to collect all fragment pieces before time limit, you get sent to Hell Realm." Reborn in a brutal Victorian world where power is everything and the weak are devoured. No name. No identity. No one to rely on. Only a system... and a scavenger hunt for pieces of a mysterious device that could set her free. But every piece is held by the most dangerous men in the world-nobles, princes, and tyrants. To reach them, she must become whatever they desire. A servant. A daughter. A fiancée. A lover. A wife. A perfect lie. Trust is a luxury she cannot afford. Love is a weakness she cannot survive. Yet the deeper she dives into power, seduction, and deception... the more she begins to change. Because this time- she's not the one being used. She's the one pulling the strings. But when the men she manipulates begin to fall for her... One becomes dangerously obsessed. One moves kingdoms for her. One sees through every lie... and refuses to let her go. One would walk into Hell itself to keep her. One would die for her. Brothers become enemies. Best friends become rivals. Now, trapped between power, obsession, politics, and desire-she faces a far deadlier question than survival: Will she escape this world? Or discover she was never meant to survive it... because she was meant to destroy it? This is an epic fantasy with romance at its heart. © 2026 Entropy S. All Rights Reserved. This is an original work. Please do not copy, repost, translate, adapt, or reproduce any part of this story without my written permission. Thank you for supporting original authors and respecting creative work.

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When I Became Who I Already Was Madeline has spent most of her life becoming whatever everyone else needed her to be. A dependable daughter. A devoted wife. A present mother. The woman who shows up, keeps the peace, carries the weight, and says I'm fine even when she isn't. Somewhere along the way, the girl who dreamed of writing books, designing clothes, exploring the world, and living without apology disappeared beneath years of criticism, rejection, expectations, and the quiet belief that if Madeline could just be better-smaller, stronger, more useful, less difficult-maybe she would finally be enough. By forty, she barely recognizes the woman staring back at her. Her marriage is breaking her down. Her body hurts. Her world is getting smaller, and the bedroom that once offered a place to rest is slowly becoming a place to hide from her own life. But buried beneath everything Madeline has been taught to believe about herself is the woman she used to know. And little by little, one choice at a time, she begins to find her again. When I Became Who I Already Was is an emotional story of self-discovery, healing, body image, motherhood, broken dreams, and learning that sometimes the most important person you will ever choose is yourself.

Dahalia has always believed she has the perfect life. A cozy home. A girlfriend she loves. And three years of memories together. Adeline is her favorite person in the world. They argue over stupid things, tease each other constantly, spend their evenings watching movies by the fireplace, and somehow make even the most ordinary days feel special. But lately, things have started to feel a little strange. Her mother keeps asking questions Dahalia doesn't understand. People seem to avoid certain conversations. And there are things about Adeline that Dahalia has never thought to question. Because when you love someone with your whole heart, why would you ever stop to wonder if they're really there? Sometimes, the hardest truth isn't the one you discover. It's the one you refuse to believe.

Some love stories don't get a happy ending the first time around. Ronnie built her life on resilience. A loving home, three beautiful daughters, and the quiet strength to carry whatever life throws her way. She doesn't need anyone to take care of her - she's been doing it long enough. But when grief knocks twice in quick succession, Ronnie finds herself adrift. Until a stranger walks through her door - the brother of the person she loved most in the world. The boy she never stopped thinking about. The one who vanished all those years ago without a word. He's different now - quieter, rougher around the edges - but the pull between them hasn't faded. and as letters begin to appear and old stories unravel, Ronnie realises the truth isn't just about what happened all those years ago. Its about what was kept hidden. They say time heals all wounds. But some connections were never meant to be broken. And as secrets slowly surface, Ronnie faces the hardest truth of all: love doesn't ask if you're ready. It just shows up.

The alarm didn't wake Shivam; the shift in his internal clock did. It was 4:30 AM. The apartment around him was pitch black, silent, and cold. He didn't turn on the overhead lights, preferring the sharp, sterile beam of his phone screen as he checked his emails. Three notifications from the intensive care unit. Two patient updates. A text from his chief of surgery. By 5:15 AM, Shivam was standing in the hospital locker room, pulling on a pair of faded blue scrubs. Even in the harsh fluorescent lighting, it was easy to see why people were drawn to him. He was striking-tall, with sharp, symmetrical features and a calm, commanding presence. But it was his eyes that truly defined him; they were wise and intensely perceptive, carrying the quiet gravity of someone who understood the fragile line between life and death. He tied his mask behind his head, stepped up to the metal sink, and began the ritual. Scrub. Scrub. Scrub. Water blasted against his forearms. He scraped under his fingernails with a plastic pick. In the operating room, there was no room for error, no room for microscopic dirt, and absolutely no room for hesitation. "Morning, Dr. Shivam," the scrub nurse muttered, her voice muffled by her mask as he walked into OR 3. "Patient is a sixty-two-year-old male. Triple bypass." "Let's begin," Shivam said, his voice dropping into that calm, authoritative register that everyone in the room relied on. For the next six hours, Shivam's world shrunk down to a five-inch opening in a human chest. The air conditioning hummed aggressively to keep the room at a steady 16°C, but a bead of sweat still formed on his brow. The rhythmic beep-beep-beep of the heart monitor was the metronome of his life. His fingers moved with terrifying precision-sewing arteries thinner than a strand of hair. Yet, for all his clinical perfection, Shivam's kindness was legendary in the wards. When the surgery was over and the patient was stable, he didn't just disappear to his office. He

Kira, Gigi, and Rama are three sisters, with three different stories. Kira is the eldest- always been there to pick her sisters up when they're down and carve the path for them to follow. Gigi is Kira's right-hand girl, they are two years a part and have been inseparable their whole lives. They fight like sisters but they grow up together, become adults together and there's no breaking that bond. Rama is about 5 years younger than Gigi but has her individually special relationships with her sisters. Rama takes the untraditional path in life and tries to find her way, on her own with the support and overlapping similarities as her sisters. The first book in a duology is written through the lens of each of these sisters, growing up alongside each other while experiencing the harsh reality of life including a dysfunctional family and eventually... grief.

Time to marry. Time to have children. Time to stop dreaming about a career and start accepting the life chosen for her. She refused. Leaving Turkey behind, Fatmagül builds a new life in India-far from the man who broke her heart and the family that wanted to decide her future. At thirty-seven, she knows exactly what she wants. She just doesn't know what life has planned for her.

When a man steals a selkie woman's pelt, she is trapped on land with him in human form, separated from the sea and her selkie family. She fights him at first. But, as the years pass, the lack of her pelt and the loneliness slowly drain the life out of her. And she soon starts getting desperate, drowning in despair and willing to do anything to escape... Will she find her pelt and get back to the sea and her family? Will she give in to her kidnapper and make a life on land? Or will she perish, imprisoned forever by her captor? And how far will she go to regain her freedom? Trigger Warnings: Mentions of drowning, kidnapping, unwanted children, abandonment, and depressive and suicidal thoughts. (Based on the old legend / fairytale of the selkie girl.) © All Rights Reserved. Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, events, and incidents are the products of the author's imagination. Space, time, and history have been rearranged to suit the convenience of the book. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is entirely coincidental. Cover made in Canva.

Some weekends don't just pass-they leave a permanent mark. Madison has spent thirty-nine years perfecting the art of a controlled life. She is the anchor in her own world-careful, deliberate, and deeply wary of any disruption. She believes she has left the instability of her youth far behind... until she meets Parker. At twenty-nine, Parker is a decade younger, yet he possesses a calm, steady maturity that makes Madison's world feel like a house of cards. Where she is guarded, he is grounded. Where she fears the fallout of a single wrong move, he moves with a confidence that sees right through her. What begins as an unexpected encounter at a wedding descends into a dangerous, magnetic pull. Inspired by a true, transformative experience, this story explores the blurred lines between who we are and who we wish we were. Add this to your library and follow to catch every new chapter as it drops. New chapter uploaded every Monday.

Love Is Calling Me is a romantic dramedy about five women at very different stages of life discovering that the love story you imagine, inherit, and actually live can be three completely different things. Their lives begin crossing at HUM, Auoura Mercer's neighborhood café, where love shows up in every form: new romance, divorce, family, friendship, unconventional relationships, second chances, and the stories people tell themselves to survive. Ari is 22 and convinced she's behind. Dani is 33 and learning who she is after years of living for everyone else. Nessa is leaving marriage number five while chasing lucky number six. Camille seems to understand everyone but herself. And Auoura's belief in community is tested by a man whose vision of family challenges everything she thought love was supposed to look like. Love Is Calling Me is about desire, loyalty, identity, friendship, and the messy difference between being chosen and choosing well. Love is calling. The question is what happens when they answer.

Ever wondered what a story would look like if there was no male lead? Yes you heard me right- no male lead. Only a female lead. Welcome to The girl in colour series where books tell three generational women, their dominance, their struggles, their choices, and their resilience to give up. The Girl in Red - Meet Swati, a girl married at the age of fourteen in the 1970s. An era where women were taught to lower their eyes, lower their voices, and simply accept what life handed them. But Swati? When she had enough, she didn't just raise her eyes and make eye contact. She fought back. This isn't a rom-com. It isn't a beautiful, dreamy love story. If you're looking for butterflies and happily-ever-afters, this ain't for you. But if you're looking for a story that makes you feel the world through the eyes of a woman who refuses to disappear inside it.

​Monica fought hard to secure her marriage to Marto, ignoring every red flag just to get the ring. But the dream she chased quickly became a silent hell. Now, trapped in a marriage entirely devoid of love and affection, she sits with nothing but regrets. ​ Bound by her vows and her devotion to her faith, Monica believes divorce isn't an option even when she is slowly dying inside. But just as Marto finally begins to change, showering her with expensive gifts and glimpses of the man she always hoped he could be, the universe tests her. ​ Amor, the man who got away, is back. ​ Now, Monica is torn between the sacred vows she swore to a deeply flawed husband, the strict rules of her faith, and the undeniable, soul shaking pull of her one true love. Little does she know, Amor's return isn't a second chance it's the catalyst for a dark revelation that will shatter everything she thought she knew. Is leaving a sin? Or is staying the real hell? . ​#romance #darkromance #contemporary #drama #suspense #unhappymarriage #forcedproximity #lovetriangle #destinedlove #soulmate #toxicrelationships #angst #heartbreak #regret #escape #survival #womenfiction #emotional #secret #betrayal #husband #marriage #tragedy #confession #secondchance

i want you back in my life.....wait, absolutely not. (Purely Fiction)

The Second Pour Some places never let you go. Some loves deserve another chance. Juniper "Junie" Hartwell never planned on returning to Coppervale. After years away, she's back for one reason only-to settle her late grandfather's estate, sell the family distillery, and leave before the town reminds her why she left in the first place. But Coppervale has other plans. Between endless peach orchards, generations of family tradition, and Bastian "Cal" Calder-the man she once loved and never truly forgot-walking away proves harder than she'd imagined. As harvest season begins and long-buried secrets rise to the surface, Junie must decide whether she's ready to let go of the past... or fight for the future she never saw coming. Because sometimes the sweetest second chance begins with The Second Pour. 🍑 Slow Burn Romance 🥃 Small Town Romance 🤍 Second Chances 🌸 Family Legacy ✨ Found Family

She was the girl who bandaged scraped knees and studied anatomy by flashlight. She was the daughter who sent half her paycheck home. She was the sister who braided hair on Sunday afternoons. Then one night in a house that smelled of old money and older pain, she became someone else entirely. A case number. A headline. A cautionary tale. Inside Westmoreland Correctional Center, Taryn Hollis learns that survival is not about becoming harder. It is about refusing to let the world decide who you are. Between concrete walls and counted spoons, she finds a family forged in unlikely places. A Korean American accountant who stole to save her mother. A Navajo tattoo artist fighting the same demons that killed her own. A German seamstress who knit her way through thirty years of silence. Together, they are not innocent. They are not simple. They are human. And humanity, Taryn discovers, is the only thing that cannot be confiscated at intake. This is not a story about whether she deserved to be there. It is a story about what remains when everything else is stripped away. It is about the distance between accountability and annihilation. It is about going home to yourself when the world has already buried your name. © 2026 Relle H.

A short story in The Father's Wife anthology: First there was Eve, then there was Sarah. Learn the tale of the woman who birthed the Chosen People of the Promised Land. Without her, there can be no Israelites, no Muslims, no Christians.

In a village where mornings bloom with jasmine and judgments, she was taught to obey before she could dream. Bound by customs, but stirred by questions, a quiet girl with a loud heart grows through the cracks of her silence. From secret smiles in school corridors to the chaos of a city college, her journey isn't just about love-it's about identity, loss, and the aching beauty of becoming. "Because sometimes, loving yourself is the best love story of all."

How can Juneau Cortez not be romantic about baseball with someone as beautiful as Mykie Taylor on the field? ***** For Juneau Cortez and Mykie Taylor, Boston is the greatest city in the world. It's also where they're both stuck - Juneau in the shadow of her MLB player brother and Mykie as the Red Sox social media manager itching to get back on the field somehow. In this day and age, navigating adulthood and a career (or lack thereof) is more difficult than ever, and that's without the stress of adding romance into the mix. While Juneau wears her heart on her sleeve, Mykie's tossed hers into the dugout in favor of fulfilling her dreams. So what happens when they open themselves up to each other? Maybe everything they never knew they needed. That's romance, baby. ***** ☆ companion novel to SOMEWHERE ONLY WE KNOW by @thaliagrace- ☆

How much heartbreak can a thousand and ninety-six pages truly hold? For six years, Arini mastered the art of being a silent, perfect wife. She swallowed every insult, every condescending remark, and the icy stares from Dion-the husband who once promised her the world at the altar. In her mother-in-law's house, Arini was nothing more than a ghost with no voice. The only place where Arini could speak was inside the pages of leather-bound journals, hidden deep inside a dusty old suitcase. 1,096 pages of silent screams and unheard tears. But when years of endurance finally cause her body to collapse, and Dion's betrayal with another woman unfolds right before her eyes, Arini wakes up a changed woman. She refuses to bow down any longer. Quietly, gracefully, and independently, she begins recording her voice and building her own world. By the time Dion stumbles upon those fifteen hidden journals and realizes the utter destruction he leaves behind, it is already too late. The key to freedom is already in Arini's hands. A deeply emotional story of betrayal, overcoming silence, and the strength of a woman who finally chooses herself.