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"Touch her again," Harry hissed, "and I’ll bury your pieces where no one will ever find them." "Eli," she whispered from behind him. He didn’t take his eyes off the man. "Not now, Red. I’m making a promise." The man scurried off, limping. Harry released a breath and turned to her, knife tucked behind him. He made no attempt to approach her. "You think I’m scared of you?" She asked, reading his tensed stance.. "No," he said softly, "I think you’re scared of needing me." Her fingers gripped his tie. "Then let’s make it fair." She pulled him closer. "You're scared of me too." ------------ He’s the underboss who swore off love. She’s the heiress who learned to hide behind a smile. Neither of them expected their scars to recognize each other. But recognition is dangerous when you’ve spent your whole life hiding. Their connection was supposed to be accidental. Temporary. But fate has other plans. It doesn’t ask —It traps. And now they’re caught in a story that aches, burns, and refuses to let go. When an emotionally scarred heiress collides with a lethal underboss who’s already broken every rule for her… Someone’s going to bleed for it. A slow-burn mafia romance where danger walks in silence… If you love broken characters who don't know they're saving each other and the kind of longing that doesn't ask for permission — Sparks and Shadows is your next obsession If you like what I've written, please comment, like, collect and review, and I'll be sure to reply. If you want to interact — which I would really love — this is my handles: https://www.instagram.com/meso_faith9 https://www.tiktok.com/@meso_faith I'm not really a social media butterfly and had only recently joined the above platforms but I would really love to hear from y'all. Have a day as lovely as you are!

[Trigger Warning: This dark fantasy romance contains mature themes.] --- SYNOPSIS: •A WORLD BUILT ON LIES• Long ago, humans lived unaware of the supernatural beings hidden among them—werewolves with their primal instincts, witches whispering spells in the dark, and elves with their ancient, watchful eyes. For centuries, they coexisted in fragile silence. Then, everything shattered. Near the shadow-drenced woods of the Shadow pack kingdom, human traveler stumbled upon a gruesome scene: an old woman’s lifeless body, her skin ashen, her wounds gaping like accusations. A few paces away lay a dead werewolf, its throat ripped open, its muzzle still flecked with blood. The truth was undeniable—monsters walked among them. Fear ignited war. Humans, armed with fire and steel, hunted the supernatural races. Witches and elves were dragged into the slaughter, their homes burned, their people butchered. The bloodshed raged until King Alfred V of the Amethyst Kingdom stood before the four Werewolf Kings—Silverhowl, Crimsonheart, Shadow, and Wildfire—and offered a deal drenched in poison. A sacrifice for peace. Every twenty years, each human family would surrender a daughter to the werewolves. And in return, the future Alpha Kings must wed a human—or the war would reignite. The werewolves agreed. The witches and elves retreated, their hatred festering like an open wound. The world remained fractured, its peace a fragile lie. --- •THE PROPHECY OF FIRE• In the hidden Blaze Tribe, where crimson eyes burned like embers, the seer Prophetia foresaw annihilation. "Our people will fall," she rasped, her voice trembling. "But from the ashes, a girl will rise—the one who will bring true peace… and the one they will slaughter for it." The tribe made a desperate pact. They would cast a spell—a curse of forgotten memory—erasing their existence from the world’s mind. Their souls would be the price, but their legacy would live on in Ovelia, the child of prophecy. The night the Blaze Tribe fell, Ovelia’s parents hid her in the whispering forest, their hands shaking as they sealed a goddess—Firera—inside her infant body. Then, they turned to face their doom. --- •FATE’S CRUEL WHISPER• Ace Draven—half-werewolf, half-witch prince of Silverhowl—had never believed in destiny. Until he found a crying infant in the forest. His wolf, Fenrir, howled in recognition. A crimson thread shimmered between them—mates. But Firera, watching from within Ovelia’s soul, snarled. "She’s a child. This is too soon." With a flick of her wrist and spell, she tore the memory from Ace’s mind, leaving only an empty ache in his chest. --- •TWENTY YEARS LATER: A SACRIFICE IGNITES• Ovelia has spent her life as a slave, raised by the cruel mayor of Timberline Village—a man who would gladly sacrifice her to spare his own daughter. The night of the sacrifice, the air reeks of damp earth and iron. Torches flicker as the werewolves emerge from the shadows. And then—Ace Draven steps forward. Their eyes meet. Fenrir *howls*. Ace’s claws unsheathe, his breath ragged. "You…" He doesn’t understand why his wolf is clawing at his ribs, why his pulse hammers at the sight of this stranger. But the bond between them burns hotter than vengeance. Ovelia doesn’t know him. He doesn’t recognize her. And yet, their souls scream in unison.

Lilly Lorenzo never meant to fall for him. She only wanted to read her way through the pain of her past, not find herself tangled in the pages of someone else's story—especially not his. Luca Demon is everything she’s not—wealthy, popular, and dangerously charming. When a spilled bucket of bleach sparks an unexpected connection between them, Lilly’s quiet life begins to turn a page she never saw coming. But behind every perfect smile is a secret. And behind Lilly’s silence, a storm brews. In a world where class divides and whispers echo louder than truth, can love really be written between the lines? This is a slow-burn, heart-aching, sweet romance you won’t forget.

They say death ends love. For Elara Veyne, it only restarts it. In every life, she finds him. In every life, he kisses her. Then… he kills her. Bound by a curse no god dares to lift, Elara has died seven times ... each death triggered by a kiss meant to save her. But in this seventh life, she awakens with all her memories… and a vow to break the cycle, even if it means destroying the man her soul still aches for. One kiss. One death. This time, it ends her way.

In this second volume, Malik now freed from the Sultan’s curse but transformed into a being of starlight and wind can no longer walk the mortal world as Layla does. But his love for her has not dimmed. Each night, when the stars burn bright over the desert, Malik sends his whispers down to her, calling her into a fantasy land that seems to exist only for them a hidden place where the sands glitter like glass, the moon is always full, and time stands still. Here, their love deepens in mystery and poetry. The fantasy land becomes a sanctuary but also a prison of longing. By day, Layla feels the ache of his absence. By night, they forget everything but each other in a world that feels more real than reality itself. As the story unfolds, they begin to realize that nature itself has its own plans. The final chapter resolves their story in a bittersweet, poetic way: nature’s decision, may or may not .... as you envisioned.

In a kingdom fraying at the edges of war, the court jester wears her painted smile like armor. Beneath her laughter lies a dangerous secret—one that blooms in the shadow of silk and steel: a forbidden love for the princess she was meant to distract, not desire. Bound by duty, torn by longing, the two women are drawn into a tangled waltz of whispers, betrayal, and aching touch. As kingdoms bleed and crowns tremble, what begins as a game of glances threatens to unravel everything—honor, loyalty, and the very fabric of their lives. In a world where love is a sin and secrets carry swords, some hearts are destined to break… and some to burn.

RISE TO WORLD CHAMPION In the electrifying, cutthroat world of Formula 1, where billion-dollar machines push the limits of physics and human endurance, a new season ignites, promising the relentless spectacle of speed, strategy, and sacrifice. The year is 2027, and the grid has expanded to a brutal twelve teams, each vying for supremacy across an unforgiving 24-race calendar that spans iconic circuits and thrilling new additions like Magny-Cours, an alternate Russian layout, and Sepang. Into this high-octane arena steps Samuel Bradley, a young, overconfident, and hot-headed rookie whose audacious talent borders on recklessness. But Samuel carries a secret burden—and a hidden gift. In a past life, he was a nobody, his existence marked by insignificance until a tragic accident claimed him. Now, reincarnated into the world's most elite motorsport, he carries the echoes of that mundane past, alongside a mysterious, singular advantage known only to him: the "Champion's System." His battle begins not at the front, but deep in the shadows of the grid. Samuel joins Raveish Racing, the F1 paddock's eleventh-place struggling backmarker. Led by an idealistic visionary Team Principal and propelled by the genius of a once-in-a-lifetime engineer, Raveish is a team built on dreams and desperate ambition, perpetually wrestling with the harsh realities of limited resources and fierce competition. Their RR27, a temperamental beast, demands everything and gives little in return, pushing Samuel's talent to its breaking point. Samuel's journey is a breathless dance between defiance and despair. His raw, unyielding will to prove himself crashes against the immovable wall of the car's limitations, creating a visceral ache of frustrated potential. He must confront not only the formidable might of rival teams, like the upstart Klaus Steiner in his slightly better-funded midfield machine, but also the turbulent chaos within himself – his volatile temper, his unshakeable belief in his own superiority, and the harrowing struggle to understand and control the enigmatic Champion's System that both empowers and torments him. "Rise to World Champion" is the gritty, inspiring saga of an underdog refusing to yield. It's a high-octane, character-driven drama that thrusts you into the visceral cockpit, exploring the relentless grind for greatness, the profound human element in a technological battlefield, and the dizzying price of ambition. Can Samuel Bradley, armed with a secret edge and fueled by an unquenchable fire, tame the bucking beast of the RR27, master his own inner demons, and ascend from the forgotten fringes to seize the ultimate prize: the Formula 1 World Championship?

Aethelgard was swallowed by the grey. The Void, a cosmic imbalance twisted into a suffocating reality, has claimed the world, leaving behind only silence, ash, and forgotten ruins. Within this desolate landscape, a small child named Kael awakens, the sole survivor of a village erased from existence. Traumatized and alone, his only companion is a warm, guiding presence he names Vispera – a whisper of light and life in the all-consuming darkness. But Kael is not just a survivor; he is a vessel. Within him lies a raw, uncontrollable power, a pure light born from the Cosmic Equilibrium's desperate struggle against the Void. This power can push back the grey, repel its monstrous manifestations, and perhaps, restore what was lost. Yet, every time the light flares, Kael pays a devastating price – the Bedel. It steals his memories, his emotions, his fundamental awareness, leaving behind aching voids in his soul. Found by a wary group of survivors in a crumbling sanctuary, Kael's secret is revealed, forcing them to confront the terrifying choice: is the child a cursed harbinger of destruction, or their only hope against the Void and its tyrannical master, Lord Corvus? Bound by his tragic power and the ever-growing Debt of Light, Kael must learn to survive in a world that steals not just lives, but souls.

"If your heart aches like someone often says Then remember that the fall of a leaf is a leaf that is renewed And keep those painful notes When good things will end and fade away Even when love was once abundant This is precious to you like silver and gold If one day you meet someone who brings joy Then remember that the pain you hold onto will help you find peace Because we are not used to pain through many times We should not suffer when the evening fades." - " Nhắn nhủ" by Ronboogz -

Meredith, or Edith for short, woke up in chains, a slave to be auctioned off to the highest bidder. But things took a turn, and she managed to escape that burning fate. But little did she know that fate had other plans for her. Although she escaped the burning auction house, she was saved by the most unlikely person. One whom she had been warned from childhood to avoid, and if any by chance she ever crosses paths with, she should flee. King Davion Ashbourne. No one knew for certain what he was, but they all feared him. He was a man of many mysteries, and his reputation preceded him. Even other kings and creatures feared him. But Edith found herself drawn to him. Drawn to his darkness. In him, she found a home away from home. In him, she found a soul lonely and in need of saving. …… Excerpt “How about a little game?” He said, his gaze still steady on Edith. Edith ached a brow, finding his suggestion rather amusing. But that changed when he opened his mouth and uttered the following words, “If you win, you may go. But if you lose, I keep you. But no longer as a servant who gets her wages but as a pet of mine.” “May I ask what game?” Edith asked with furrowed brows. She had no I tensions of participating in his games, but she was curious to know what type of game Davion would play. His lips curled beautifully and slowly as he leaned forward, with a finger under her chin, he whispered, “Hide and Seek,” he straightened his posture and continued, “Or as I prefer to call it, The Hnter and the Prey.”

The Anatomy of Shyness Some people shine in crowds. Others disappear inside them. Kade is a quiet boy with too many bruises and too few words. Viera is the queen of the school loud, loved, and untouchable. They live in different worlds… until one quiet glance changes everything. This is a slow, aching love story about healing, laughter, and the quiet courage it takes to let someone see you. Tender, raw, and real—The Anatomy of Shyness is where softness survives.

WARNING: MATURE CONTENT I was eight when my world burned. My family was slaughtered; my home was reduced to ash. And the ones responsible? Gone. All they left behind was a black bandana embroidered with a nightshade thorn—a symbol of death. For ten years, I trained in the shadows. I became a weapon. Now, my hunt leads me to Prestige Supernatural Academy (PSA), the most elite werewolf school in the world—a place ruled by four Alpha heirs with too much power, arrogance, and dark desires. The night I arrive, I cross paths with Dristan, Kai, and Axel—heirs to the East, North, and West Alpha Kings. Arrogant. Vicious. Gods among wolves. They see me as nothing. A weak, powerless stray. They humiliate me, taunt me, overpower me— making me want to rip them apart. So, I make a vow: I’ll destroy them before they ever get the chance to destroy me. Then, on the eve of my 18th birthday, the Blood Moon rises. My wolf awakens. My power surges. And fate? That cruel, twisted bitch shackles me to all three of them. Mates. I want to reject them. I burn for them instead. And when I meet Xade, the wicked, silver-tongued heir to the Middle Belt Alpha King, the final bond snaps into place. Four possessive, dominant, and dangerously irresistible alphas. One vengeful, unbreakable wolf. And a deadly secret tying them to my past. Loving them could destroy me. Hating them could kill me. But in the end… who will ruin whom? And, fuck—why does my traitorous body want all four of them to do it? *************** “Say it.” Dristan’s voice was smooth and controlled in a way that promised devastation underneath. I swallowed hard, my pulse hammering as he cornered me against the desk. Kai was behind me, his warmth pressing into my back, his breath teasing my neck. Axel leaned in, lips curved in a sinful smirk, his hazel green eyes dark with amusement. “Say it, sweetheart. Say you don’t want us and we’ll let you be—maybe.” I clenched my fists. I wanted to tell them to fuck off—but my traitorous body? It was already betraying me.  My skin burned. My heart raced. My thighs clenched against the insufferable ache they caused just by existing. I lifted my chin, ignoring the heat curling low in my stomach. “I don’t—” “Liar.” The single word came from Xade, who had been silent until now. He was sitting in the professor’s chair, his crystal blue eyes burning into mine. He didn’t have to touch me. His voice alone was enough to undo me. He smirked, tilting his head. “You can fight it all you want, little wolf. But we can smell it.” Axel’s fingers traced the pulse at my throat. “Your heart’s pounding.” Kai’s lips brushed my ear. “Your body’s betraying you, love.” Dristan exhaled slowly, his gaze locked onto mine like a predator savouring its prey. “Your scent doesn’t lie, mate.” Fuck. My entire body was on fire. My legs trembled. My wolf purred in my head, eager to submit. I wouldn’t. I couldn’t. So, I did the only thing I could—I shoved Axel back, spun around, and tried to escape. I didn’t make it. Kai grabbed my wrist, yanking me back into his chest. I gasped, my palms slamming against his rock-solid torso. His golden eyes burned into mine. “Where do you think you’re going?” Axel was behind me now, his fingers sliding under my jaw, forcing my head up. “We’re not done with you, sweetheart.” Dristan smirked. “Not even close, mate.” "We're just getting started," Xade drawled. I was trapped. Caged. And the worst part? I didn’t want to run. ***************** Disclaimer: Cover mine, kindly do not use or replicate. Instagram: Baevidaa Join me on Discord: https://discord.gg/68t5Pv3Gmn BaeVida#7176

Mailah has spent her life searching for something she couldn’t name—until the day fate brings her face to face with her twin sister, Lailah, after fifteen years apart. Raised in separate worlds—one of hardship, the other of elegance—the sisters are finally reunited. Their time together is fleeting… but unforgettable. And then Lailah drops a shattering truth: she's dying. After Lailah’s death, Mailah receives two letters—one revealing a hidden life, the other offering her a choice that borders on the unthinkable. Lailah had been married to a reclusive billionaire who never knew she was ill. And now, she’s giving Mailah the chance to step into her shoes, to take her place in a world of unimaginable luxury—and carefully buried lies. With only a wedding photo and cryptic instructions to guide her, Mailah enters a sprawling estate where no one greets her, no one questions her presence… and no one seems to care that Lailah has changed. Days blur into silence. Weeks pass without a glimpse of the man she’s meant to call her husband. Until one night, the bedroom door creaks open. He walks in—her husband, smelling of whiskey and loss. Tall. Devastating. Tragic. Drunk on sorrow, he calls her “Lailah” with aching tenderness and reaches for her like a man grasping at a dream. His touch sends fire through her veins, and in that moment, Mailah realizes: nothing in Lailah’s letters prepared her for him. He is not just handsome—he’s magnetic, burdened with mystery, and unknowingly grieving a woman who’s already gone. But as Mailah falls deeper into his world—and his arms—she must tread carefully. She is living a lie in the name of love, and the truth could ruin everything. Can a love born of deception still be real? And if he discovers who she really is… will he choose her anyway?

When forbidden desire turns into obsession... how far will they go before they’re caught? Serena Moore knows the rules—best friends are off-limits, and their fathers? Even more so. But rules were never her strong suit. At twenty, seductive, confident, and aching to escape the shadow of her small-town past, Serena’s summer back home should’ve been simple. Until she walks into his house again. Damon Blackwood is forty, powerful, and devastatingly charming. A self-made billionaire and the definition of untouchable. He’s also her best friend’s father. Older. Dangerous. Off-limits. But when their eyes meet across the hallway, everything changes. The stolen glances become touches. The tension becomes unbearable. And one kiss threatens to ruin everything. He should resist. She should walk away. But temptation never knocks politely. And once you’ve tasted the fire—nothing else will ever satisfy you again.

For Thyme, a university student wrestling with a profound fear of rejection and a fractured past, life is a constant puzzle. But when an unexpected escape alongside the magnetic, infuriating Meta leads them to a shared, tearful déjà vu at Hua Hin Beach, the puzzle shatters, hinting at a connection that defies explanation and an echo of forgotten emotions. As Thyme is flung through time, jolting between his chaotic present and the perilous underworld of the 1990s, he uncovers a startling revelation: he and Meta were once secretly entwined, their deep bond mysteriously severed by an unseen hand. In the present, Meta stumbles upon his father's hidden secrets: a mysterious notebook and an old telephone. The notebook reveals cryptic pleas from a Meta in the 1990s, desperately urging him to save Thyme from a deadly fate that will unfold in the future, hinting that the timeline itself hangs in the balance, shifting with their actions. Meanwhile, the old telephone, used by Meta in his high school days before a selective amnesia veiled his memories concerning Thyme, becomes a conduit to the past. Through it, the Meta of today unknowingly communicates with the time-traveling Thyme of the past, sparking a hidden relationship that flourishes. Yet, an envious shadow lurks, plotting an accident to separate them, erasing crucial memories and fracturing their bond. Now, caught between the passionate, forbidden romance with a charismatic yet terrifying Mafia heir—the 90s version of Meta—and the undeniable pull towards the Meta of today, whose quiet intensity stirs a forgotten ache in his soul, Thyme faces an agonizing choice. With time, memory, and reality blurring into a dangerous labyrinth, Thyme must not only confront the shadowy forces that conspired to tear them apart but also decide: is the love he feels for two Metas a cruel echo, a fated reunion spanning lifetimes, or something far more complex? Can he reclaim a lost history, or will the very act of remembering shatter his present and all hope for a future?

Rhea Nyx was supposed to have her forever. A mate bond. A pack. A future. But forever shattered the day he walked away, leaving her broken, pregnant, and alone in a sterile hospital room that didn’t care if she lived or died. Now, she’s just surviving. Barely. Until a little girl with too-big eyes and too much hope drags her into something like a second chance. Rhea doesn't believe in second chances. Not anymore. But when the people she's grown to protect are threatened, Rhea does what wolves do best—she fights back. Hard. And just when she thinks she's got nothing left to lose, she meets him. Her second chance mate. Only… he’s not just a man. He’s a hybrid. A set toy. Built in a lab, owned by monsters, trained to obey. And yet—he looks at her like she’s the only real thing in the world. Now Rhea has to make a choice. Burn it all down, or become the very thing that could break her mate. This is a story about found family, the soft ache of grief, the sharp edge of survival—and the kind of love that doesn’t ask for permission.

“I, Alpha Kael Nightmoor, reject you, Lyra Duskbane, as my mate.” Those were the words that shattered her—and awakened her destiny. On her 18th birthday, Lyra Duskbane was ready to find her fated mate and finally feel like she belonged. But the moment her eyes met Alpha Kael’s, he publicly rejected her without mercy—labeling her unworthy, weak, and cursed. Broken and humiliated, Lyra flees her pack, unaware that her pain has triggered something ancient within her. Marked by a crescent moon since birth, Lyra is more than just an omega—she is the last bloodline of the Moon Goddess herself. As she unlocks powers no wolf has ever possessed and trains with a hidden rogue faction loyal to her ancestry, Lyra transforms into a force the supernatural world feared for centuries: a Moon-Blessed Heir. When she returns—strong, mysterious, and unrecognizable—Kael’s world begins to unravel. His wolf craves her. His soul aches. But it might be too late. A war brews between the packs. A forbidden prophecy stirs. And a second mate bond begins to form… one that could destroy everything Lyra thought she knew about love, fate, and power. --- This story is for you if you love: Rejected mates with regret Strong, magical heroines Alpha drama and steamy tension Glow-ups, love triangles, and destiny Hidden powers and pack wars Will she forgive the one who broke her? Or embrace the darkness within and rise as the Queen she was born to be?

“You are the centre of my world.” Miko’s whisper made me tremble. “You have me now, you are not alone anymore. I will protect you unconditionally. Lean on me a little more.” I wanted to, I ached to lose myself in him, but my heart, no, my dream was on the line. Could I survive loving him? I once had a dream- to be a rockstar, an idol. Fame seduced me each night I lay down. When it came, I grabbed its hand and never wanted to let go. What I didn’t expect was who this dream came with. Miko. The love of my life, the person who destroyed me and put me back in place. The person whom I shattered for when he called me beautiful. The person I cannot breathe without. The one person in this world whom I belong to. He saw me, touched me in the deepest parts of me I didn't know existed, and loved all of me. I was too scared to turn towards him; how could it be possible for a person to love someone like this? Enough to risk their deepest desire? All we ever wanted was to love each other. But the world wasn’t ready for us. Or was it me who wasn’t ready for him? *This is a work of fiction BL love story. It's a slow burn, characters are not perfect and this is purely a fictional, not perfect world. *All copyrights of the cover belong to the owner.

WARNING: This story contains intense emotions, brutal betrayals, slow-burn obsession, and a female lead who doesn't know how to stay dead. Proceed with caution... and snacks. SIDE EFFECTS MAY INCLUDE: screaming at your screen, falling for fictional men, and yelling “JUST KISS ALREADY.”...Get ready for this neverending rollercoaster of excitement!!! She was known as Qin mu, the organization’s deadliest sword. Feared and ruthless, everything dead or alive shuddered at the mention of her name. Until one night, they turned on her. Framed by the people she trusted, she was labeled as a traitor and was electrocuted to death on an electric chair. Qin mu awakens in the body of Shen mu, an ordinary girl who was relentlessly bullied… and who looks exactly like her. With a strange centipede-long scar now marking her face and fragments of her past creeping in, Qin mu begins to piece together the truth behind the betrayal that shattered her world. Then she meets Huo yunxiao , the cold, enigmatic young master of the powerful Huo family. His gaze unsettles her and His presence stirs something deeper. But as vengeance calls and shadows whisper secrets long buried, she must make a choice. Will her thirst for revenge and the mystery of her past destroy the chance at the love she never knew she needed? Or will she place her aching heart in the hands of this god-like man and the promise of a peaceful future?

I closed my eyes and let out a shuddering breath. My fingers were numb and cold, my arm aching where the needle pierced the vein. Something clattered onto the pavement, and I looked down to see the needle. It had slipped out of my hand. Nothingness swirled around me, bringing the first sense of peace I'd felt in my short, miserable life. There was no one to miss me, and no one I would miss. There's always someone else to beat or rape. The regulars would move on quickly. I died. Only...wasn't death supposed to be dark? And since when did 'nothingness' have so many gods? Discord: https://discord.gg/PX3xqJdZMY

It all started as a child's play but it ended in a horrible way. You came in soft and kind but then you instantly turned into a monster i never imagined. What was I thinking when I was 9? Why did I ever make you my brother? Why did I sit with you that day? I thought I'd be happy if I had a sibling but I hurt- I ache for love. No, this isn't love- What you give me isn't love? It's hatred. I never wanted to be with you. My heart longed for another man but yet, you forced me into this. You all forced me into this. Love is supposed to make someone happy, but yet I cry everyday. I don't want to be here! I never wanted to in the first place. But still, you all forced me. You told your friends we're "happily married", but I don't seem happy. Someone help me! Help me from this marriage! HELP ME!!!

In a story of aching love and revenge, eighteen-year-old and mute Celeste Everhart’s loyalty was put to the test when her father’s company went bankrupt. In desperation, Celeste was told to marry Tiel Brightwell, the attractive but dangerous young man of the Brightwell family. But then, all the Brightwells were dangerous, beautiful, and wealthy. They saved the Everhart Sugar company in exchange for her hand. But there was someone else, someone with equally gray eyes and loving hands. Avond Brightwell. Tiel’s older brother, whom she had always secretly found attractive. Now so close and in reach, Celeste couldn’t help but let herself fall for him. After all, Tiel had someone else anyway. A woman with magenta eyes and silver hair like moonlight. A piece of shining stone compared to her black coal. As Celeste sank deeper into the Brightwells, the more she saw they weren’t the perfect family everyone thought. The cracks started to show, the stories of their past still lingering at the door, threatening to come back to set the records straight. Each revelation affected the two men Celeste had come to love. In the end, she must do everything to fit in and help Avond with the dangerous mission of revealing a crime syndicate brewing chaos in the capital city. What happened to the missing women in Torra? Who was creating the circulating super drugs? Why hasn’t chaos completely taken over the country? How will she continue her life when all of this is over? What happened to her mother? Who was she? Why did she have to die? All these questions, but none as important as the burning feeling in her heart. Who did she love more? Tiel or Avond? Torn between her love for them, fiercely protects one from the other. When the cold barrel of their firearms remained raised, who would she choose? At the end, her life is destroyed, the pain in her heart unmeasurable, everything slipping away from her hands like sand between her fingers. When the clock of time reverses and another chance is given, what will it be? To simply change the events or exact revenge? ---------- This is a regression story, or a back-in-time romance, mafia tale. But it doesn't happen immediately. The story starts from the beginning so please don't get confused when you start reading! Stick around cus, it's gonna be worth it!

She woke up in a creaky mountain hut — body aching, mind blank. No memories. No name. No clue how she ended up in a tiny village where spirit rabbits chewed on her boots and someone left dry cabbage hanging from the ceiling. All she knew was this: This body belonged to a poor, orphaned child. And now… it belonged to her. Before she could panic, the door opened. A man stepped inside. Young-looking. Elegant. A sword resting easily at his hip. His long robes shimmered with faint spiritual light, and his presence made the air feel… heavy. Old. But he didn’t speak like a warrior. He spoke like someone trying not to cry. “Child… I finally found you,” he said, his voice soft and careful. “I’m your great-great-grandfather.” “…HUH?!” Turns out, Yan Zhenwu wasn’t born a legend. He was once a mortal swordsman, wandering the world barefoot and broke. In his early years, he met a woman. Shared one quiet night beneath the stars. And moved on, never knowing he’d left behind a child. He never found out. Not until decades — centuries — later, when a letter reached him. The parchment was old. The ink faded. It came from his granddaughter. She’s alone now. Please… come find her. By then, Yan Zhenwu had already cultivated into someone feared and revered across the land. But titles and power meant nothing compared to that final request. Now, with a heart full of guilt and a radish basket full of awkward love, he’s come to find the last of his bloodline — a great-great-granddaughter with no memories, no spiritual roots, and no idea how to survive in a world filled with spiritual energy, cultivation, and danger.

Born under a sky laced with fire, Seraphina Rubienne came into the world with eyes the color of molten ruby — and a silence that unsettled even the proudest nobles. Feared. Watched. Never truly embraced. As the only daughter of the powerful House Rubienne, Seraphina lives behind layers of silks and secrets. Her gaze unearths truths others wish to hide. Her thoughts are never fully her own. And though the whispers of prophecy follow her like a ghost, she remains unaware of the storm quietly blooming inside her. But when a mysterious boy arrives at the gates — a traveler cloaked in grace and crowned with sapphire eyes — something ancient stirs within her. The aching behind her gaze begins to burn. The truth she once hid from now calls her forward. He carries secrets. She carries fire. And neither of them are ready for what will awaken between them. In a world ruled by deception and legacy, Seraphina must walk the delicate line between who she was raised to be… and the power she was born to wield. Because light and shadow are not enemies — They are two halves of the same bloom

Lee Wooyun had always been a fan of romance fantasy books and films, especially those set in historical times with kings and queens, dukes and duchesses, and the like. His friends were well aware of his obsession and recommended a book that had recently been making waves on social media. The book was titled My Charming Demon Lord. At first, Lee Wooyun was hesitant. Unlike the fantasies he usually read, which were often set in Western historical settings, this one was different. However, his friends assured him he would enjoy it. Not wanting to reject their gift, he decided to give it a try. That night, he found himself unable to put the book down, reading almost the entire thing in one sitting. "Those guys were right! It’s amazing! A Cinderella-like fairytale set in a murim/cultivation world? It’s too good!" He couldn't help but imagine how incredible it would be to take the female lead Han Seo-yoon’s place—starting from such a miserable beginning only to end up in the arms of the surprisingly sweet and gentle demon lord. I wish I could take her place. That night, as he drifted off to sleep, the book he had left open on his desk began to emit a golden glow. The pages flipped backward, returning to the very first chapter, and its contents began to change as well. The title My Charming Demon Lord pulsed with a piercing red light, and before Lee Wooyun could even react, his surroundings shifted. The next morning, instead of waking up wrapped in his expensive velvet duvet—the one he had spent hundreds of dollars on—he found himself in a dimly lit room, lying on a pile of hay and straw. His back ached horribly, like he had actually slept on a pile of hay and straw. "What in the world…?" he muttered, rubbing his sore muscles. "Where in the hell am I? And why does it smell like cow dung in here?!” *** This is the story of how a fantasy-genre enthusiast ended up inside one of the books he had wished for—without realizing just how dangerous that wish would be. "I guess it’s true what they say: Be careful what you wish for."

He was the feral Alpha King buried beneath the mountain. She was the cursed girl they offered to him as sacrifice to end the famine plaguing their lands. ...but what sleeps beneath the mountain is no myth. Ruvan, the first Alpha. Imprisoned, driven to utter madness, and starved of power. Solenne, the packless she-wolf known as the Harbinger of Misfortune. With the power of cursed speech, she is able to kill and bend the world to her will with only one word. To avoid hurting others, she hasn't spoken a single syllable since she was a child. Feared and rejected by her own people, she is given to the mountain in a forbidden ritual-sacrifice... and her scent stirs the beast that slumbers beneath it. His mate. Ruvan will stop at nothing to claim what's his, even if that means storming the heavens and finding the cure to her curse just to hear her speak his name. ---- She saw stars behind her eyes and felt constellations carved into her skin with every lingering touch and each press of his mouth. He painted the night sky onto her body, not with a brush, but with his lips, hands, and his insatiable hunger—until her lungs were empty and her heart soared so high it must’ve kissed the moon. “Solenne,” Ruvan murmured, voice low and reverent, like a prayer. She shivered; the sound of her name on his lips felt like heaven. Ruvan pressed his palm to her stomach, anchoring her as he leaned in, mouth brushing the hollow of her throat. His hand rose, slow and shaking, tracing the shape of her jaw like it was a sight made only for him. His thumb brushed the corner of her mouth and his eyes burned as he studied her. “You feel like the stars,” he whispered, “Mesmerizing and bright... something that I want to capture and keep to myself." And then he kissed her; it was a deep, aching vow he couldn’t speak aloud. A promise made only in breath, heat, and need. When they parted, he gently pressed his forehead against hers. His voice dipped lower… uncertain, maybe even afraid: “Say my name?” -- R18, werewolves, fated love, weak to strong... I hope you enjoy my second entry for 2025 WSA. :) give it a shot~

In the early 1900s, in a small riverside town in southern China, young Li Wei lives a life shaped by loss and sacrifice. After his father died deep in the coal mines, his family splintered under the weight of poverty and grief. His sister was sent far away to work in the next two towns, where she spends her days bathing swine and caring for the pigs — a harsh, thankless job that keeps her from home and family. Now, Li Wei is left alone to care for their sickly mother, who lies in a small, damp clinic bed, her breath thin and her body growing weaker each day. He works at the docks, hauling crates and heavy sacks until his back aches and his hands split open. Every coin he earns is spent on his mother’s medicine, leaving him hungry and worn. When he hears of a sugar cane factory that pays well enough to change his fate, a spark of hope flickers in his heart. But the factory is far away, and workers must live on-site for months at a time. Li Wei can’t bring himself to leave his mother alone, fearing she might not survive a single night without him. Every evening, he returns to her side, washing her face, feeding her watery soup, and whispering stories of better days that he doesn’t truly believe in. Each night, when the world is quiet and only the sound of crickets fills the air, he cries softly into his pillow, wondering if he will ever escape this endless struggle. He is haunted by the memory of his father’s sacrifice and his sister’s absence among the pigs. Guilt and desperation gnaw at his spirit, leaving him to wonder if his family is cursed to suffer forever. Then, one day, everything changes. He meets Mei Lin, the daughter of Master Chen, a powerful and feared merchant. In Mei Lin’s eyes, Li Wei sees a softness and a strength he has never known. She listens to his pain without judgment and sees the kindness and courage hidden beneath his worn-out shell. As they grow closer, Li Wei dares to believe that maybe — just maybe — his fate is not sealed. But to reach for a new life, he must face impossible choices and risks. Can he save his mother and reunite his family? Or will love and hope demand more from him than he has left to give?

The Voidlands is a mythic, poetic odyssey set after the fall of all known creation. In the wake of Earth’s collapse and the unraveling of the stars, only a single island remains — floating in a weightless sky where time has shattered and memory falters. Two cosmic beings linger in silence. The Keeper, a radiant force of creation, dreams worlds into being but cannot finish them. She feels something is missing — a longing unspoken, a fear unnamed. Her every step brings forth beauty and wonder, yet she remains deeply alone, haunted by the ache of what could have been. The Severant, a solemn force of unmaking, walks in stillness and judgment. He was once a guardian, perhaps a god, now reduced to the last witness of a lawless void. He craves order, seeks purpose, and wishes to rule — yet no one remains to follow, no one to judge. He watches the Keeper from afar with quiet sorrow… and unknowing love. Between them, the island persists: a surreal haven carved from forgotten dreams, both nursery and tomb. And in the heart of it stands the Temple, sealed and ancient, hiding the truths they no longer remember. They orbit each other like dead stars, drawn by yearning and repelled by fear. Creation and destruction. Light and silence. A forgotten past… and the fragile hint of a future. But something stirs. And in a place where nothing remains, something new might yet be born.

Sometimes, it's better to let go. A high school boy confesses his love to his middle school friend every time he finds her alone—never giving up, no matter how many times she says no. But one afternoon, he overhears something outside the clubroom… and everything changes. A quiet, aching story of two friends who drifted apart— and the love that never had a chance to begin.

This is not a love story. It’s the wreckage after one. this book is for those- "For the ones still carrying ghosts in silence." It’s about a boy who gave everything—time, heart, soul—to someone who barely looked back. This is a story of being forgotten by the one person you couldn’t forget, of watching someone become a stranger while they still carry a piece of you. He wasn’t chasing a fairytale. He was trying to make sense of a connection that once felt real—but maybe never was. Through short, intimate chapters, this story is about the haunting aftermath of love: the slow burn, sleepless nights, the what-ifs, the ache of being forgotten by the one person who mattered most. A side— the part no one ever hears. “If it was never real for you, why does it still ruin me?”