Melting Chord

For Violet Harrington and Ethan Sinclair, love was never meant to be easy. They met in the most unexpected way, two lost souls drawn to each other in the midst of their own struggles. She was a dreamer, an artist who painted to escape reality; he was a realist, a man carrying burdens too heavy for his young heart. Their love was soft, fleeting, like the first snowfall of the year, beautiful but destined to melt away. When fate pulls them apart due to circumstances beyond their control, they always thought, "If we are meant to be, we will find each other again." Years pass. Life moves forward. Violet finds success but never truly forgets the boy who once made her heart race. Ethan, lost in his own battles, wonders if the universe will ever give them another chance. One day, they meet again, but not in the way they imagined. Violet’s heart still carries the echoes of the past, while Ethan is no longer the boy she remembers. They are different people now, shaped by time and pain. But the moment their eyes meet, the love they buried comes rushing back. Do they fight against destiny and rewrite their fate? Or is their love meant to remain a beautiful memory, a story that lives on in the spaces between goodbye and forever?

An over confident lady who thinks that all boys will kneel before her will encounter a man who seems to unlike every girl in the world. Will she be able to melt this man's stone heart with her charisma or will she fall for her own trap?

Isaiah's eyes locked onto mine, his gaze burning with intensity. “You’ll be mine Aurélia,” he whispered, his voice low and husky. “You won't escape me, my little pony.” Before I could react, Isaiah pulled me close, his hand wrapping around my waist. His lips crashed onto mine, sending shivers down my spine. The kiss was fierce, passionate, and all consuming a French kiss that left me breathless. I hated Isaiah for his arrogance, but his bad boy charm was undeniable. His touch ignited a fire within me, drawing me into his web of desire. I couldn't resist his romance no matter how hard I tried. Isaiah's eyes seemed to melt my resolve, his words touching my heart. “I fell for you at first sight,” he whispered. “Your eyes, your beauty, your kindness... you're mine Aurélia.” His possessiveness should have scared me, but instead, it sent a thrill through my veins. “You won't be able to run away from me,” Isaiah whispered, his breath hot against my skin. “You’ll always be mine.” I knew I should resist, but his touch was addictive. I couldn't deny the sparks flying between us, or the way my heart skipped a beat when he held me close.

“What do you mean? Don't get this wrong but we are not even friends” "Friends with benefits, stepsiblings with benefits, what the difference flower" He somehow made sense, what is the worst that can happen?” ***** Good girls don't fall for bad boys, especially not their stepbrothers. And I, Dahlia Peterson know this. There's only one problem... I might have accidentally, um... it was just one night, alright? One really good night. Panties? Yup, they're melted. It was a mistake, it doesn't mean anything. Sorry, there's two problems. Did I mention our parents are away and we're stuck home alone together for a while? I'm the responsible one. The good girl with perfect grades. And I'm trapped with a bad boy who showed me what it's like to give in to my wild side.

It's simple. A vengeful wildfire of a woman. A tyrant who begs to be burned. When Aria crashes into Kael’s empire, hellbent on making him pay for taking her job away, she’s met not with defiance—but a dare. “You want revenge?” he taunts, voice dripping with dark invitation. “Then ruin me. Take your pound of flesh exactly where it hurts.” His proposition is a trap laced with sin: As expected he calls the shots in his bed, her contempt is his twisted aphrodisiac. “Hate me until your hands shake,” he growls. “But do it on top of me, where I can watch you savor every cut.” Their arrangement is a collision of dominance and delirium. Aria wields her fury like a blade, determined to break him. Kael? He thrives under her wrath, goading her darker, deeper, hungrier. But vengeance turns slippery when every command she hisses ignites his obedience, and every cold glare melts into bruising kisses. Soon, the bed becomes a battleground—her nails carving victory into his skin, his whispers a serpent’s promise: “Chain me with your rage, darling. I’ll still come back for more." The rules are simple: No mercy. No surrender. But as their games spiral into something ravenous, who’s destroying whom? And when hatred burns this hot, what’s left when the ashes cool?

Senior Server Felix stood at the front of the church, his voice steady and solemn as he greeted the congregation. “Our help is in the name of the Lord,” he intoned. “Who made Heaven and Earth,” the people responded in unison, their voices matching his reverent tone. “Today, we initiate new members into this divine and holy Order,” Felix continued. “Today, we welcome new brethren into the bosom of our Lord Jesus Christ.” At the back of the church, Louis sat on one of the few single chairs, his posture slightly slouched as his focus remained on a sheet of music in his hands. The title read, "Brightest and Best – Key of A-flat." 'Why didn’t Gramps give me an F or G? A-flat is so difficult, and I only have three days to finish it,' he grumbled silently, his brow furrowing in frustration. But he dared not voice his complaints. He could already imagine his grandfather assigning him even more difficult pieces—F-sharps and endless A-flats—as punishment. From the front of the church, a serene voice called out, “Harry! Step forward!” Louis glanced up, momentarily pulled from his inner musings. His eyes landed on a girl stepping forward from the pews. She had black hair neatly styled in a bun and striking green eyes that seemed to shine with warmth and composure. Dressed in a modest brown dress and black sandals, with a rosary resting gracefully around her neck, she exuded a calm, dignified presence. Her tanned skin and graceful demeanor only added to the aura of reverence surrounding her, befitting an Altar server. 'Sigh,' Louis thought as he brushed a hand through his white hair, his blue eyes softening with a mix of admiration and envy. 'I wonder what it’s like to be an Altar server. They all seem so pure and divine… and powerful.' Just as he returned his attention to his music, a calm, gentlemanly voice spoke beside him. “You could also be an Altar server, if you’re interested.” “Huh?” Louis blurted out, snapping his head to the side. But no one was there. “What in the name of Jesus is going on here?” he muttered, glancing nervously around. “At least you know my name,” the voice replied again, seemingly amused. “What?” Louis whispered, his heart beginning to race. "I'm certain you will be a good server," the voice said, calm yet enigmatic. Louis narrowed his eyes, still searching for its source. "Who are you?" "I have many personalities. I have many names," the voice replied with an air of mystery. "It’s your choice which one you accept." "You’re not making any sense," Louis muttered, growing more unsettled. "Blessed are those who have not seen but believed…" Before Louis could respond, his vision blurred, and the world around him seemed to melt away. He jolted awake, gasping for air. His hands clutched the crumpled sheet of music, its corners bent from his restless grip. His head teetered precariously over the edge of his bed, a faint ache in his neck reminding him of the awkward position he’d been in. "Holy Mother of Jesus!" he exclaimed as he lost his balance, tumbling off the bed in a heap of blankets and scattered papers.

"Stop following me!" Asher yelled, his patience running thin. He had let it slide for too long because she had done a lot for him. But now she was everywhere, suffocating him. "I’m only trying to protect you," she responded. Asher sighed, running a hand through his hair. "I need some space, alright? I can take care of myself." She didn’t budge, and just kept staring at him with that same obsessive look, like she had no intention of leaving. "Is it because you’re strong now? Are you going to leave me because I'm no use to you anymore?” Her voice had turned cold, sharp enough to cut through the silence. “Of course not, you know that’s not the reason…” “Then why do you want me to stop following you?” “I’m just going to the restroom, for God’s sake!” He massaged his temple, clearly at his wit’s end. “Oh, you should have said that earlier.” She giggled, the earlier tension melting away. “I did,” he sighed in defeat.

Samantha never expected to find magic in her hometown, let alone in a dimly lit bar on a rainy Tuesday night. Yet here she was, perched on a barstool at the Black Swan, her world about to tilt on its axis. The air thrummed with an otherworldly energy she couldn't quite place. Ethereal dancers moved like smoke across the floor, their bodies fluid and mesmerizing. As Samantha nursed her drink, she felt the weight of curious stares prickling her skin. That's when she saw him. Marcus. A name she didn't know yet, but one that would soon be etched into her very soul. Their eyes locked across the crowded room, and Samantha's breath caught in her throat. He moved with predatory grace, all lean muscle and barely restrained power. Their first interaction was as intoxicating as it was bewildering. One moment, he was her gallant protector, rescuing her from an overly aggressive drunk. The next, his eyes hardened to chips of ice as he snarled, "Stupid girl," before melting into the shadows. Samantha's mind reeled, but her body hummed with an excitement she couldn't explain. Little did she know, this encounter was merely the first step into a world beyond her wildest fantasies – a realm where vampires ruled the night and pain blurred exquisitely with pleasure. As she delved deeper into this hidden society, Samantha found herself drawn to the intoxicating blend of power, submission, and supernatural allure. The crack of a whip, the whisper of leather, the exquisite sting of fangs – each sensation pushed her boundaries and ignited desires she never knew existed. But with every ecstatic high came the sobering reality of danger. Vampire politics were as deadly as they were intricate, and Samantha soon realized she was a pawn in a game where the stakes were life, death, and eternal servitude. As she left the Black Swan that night, Samantha couldn't shake the feeling that she stood on the precipice of something life-changing. She had no idea how right she was, or how deeply she would fall into a passionate, dangerous dance with forces beyond her imagination. The real question was: in this world where pleasure and peril intertwined so intimately, would she emerge empowered... or lose herself completely?

Elysia's life is shattered when a devastating fire claims her parents. Seeking refuge with her only remaining family, her uncle, she is betrayed and sold to slave traders. Her fate seems sealed when the Dragon lord buys her, but Elysia is determined to escape. On the run and desperate, Elysia crosses path with the Dragon King, Azrael—a powerful and ruthless king, known for his strength, dominance and power. With nowhere else to turn, Elysia pleads for his protection, offering anything in return. Intrigued by her cournage, Azrael makes a bold choice.... he claims her as his pet. As time goes by, a forbidden attraction begins to bloom between them. But just as passion ignites, a dangerous secret is revealed that threatens to shatter everything they’ve built Meanwhile, in the shadows of Valeria, a powerful enemy lurks in the dark, waiting for the perfect moment to strike. --- EXCERPT --- Azrael’s gaze burned into Elysia, his lips curving into a wicked smile as he closed the distance between them. His fingers, firm but teasing, gripped her waist, pulling her against his body. “Do you know what happens to those who defy me, little pet?” His voice was low, dripping with dark amusement. He leaned down, his lips hovering just above hers, close enough for her to feel his breath but not close enough to touch. “They beg.”Elysia’s pulse quickened, her breath catching as her body betrayed the fear melting into something far more dangerous. Her lips parted, but no words came out. "You're mine, Elysia, I will burn the world for you." She heard him say in a low growl, making her legs tremble more.

"Listen, buddy, your cock was the last thing that got inside me, so unless I’m having some kind of miracle baby, yeah, you’re the father. Congrats." — Raelynn had one goal that night—drown her sorrows in cheap whiskey after getting fired from her job. What she didn’t plan on was two surprises: one, a steamy night with a ridiculously good-looking stranger, and two, a $10,000 check for her the next morning. Jackpot, right? Wrong. Nothing could’ve prepared her for the biggest surprise of all—she’s pregnant. And the father? None other than Elion Vaelorian, the country’s richest and most powerful businessman, with a face that could melt ice... and a personality just as cold. What Raelynn doesn’t know is that Elion isn’t just any man. And the baby she’s carrying? Let’s just say it’s far from ordinary, and its existence could shake the foundations of the world she knows.

Kazuma and Masako are a loving married couple who run a successful indie game development studio from their cozy home. After leaving the corporate world behind, they poured their hearts into creating hit games like Mori Journey, Exaslia, and their biggest success yet, Mori Adventure. Despite their professional success, the real magic lies in their personal relationship—a mix of playful teasing, deep affection, and unwavering support. Through late-night coding marathons, romantic anniversaries, unexpected livestream mishaps, and wholesome surprises, Kazuma and Masako navigate the challenges of both game development and marriage. Kazuma is the steady, hardworking coder, while Masako is the lively, creative artist with a penchant for mischief and teasing her husband. Together, they bring out the best in each other, blending love and laughter into their daily lives. From heart-melting romantic moments to hilarious hijinks, their story captures the highs and lows of balancing love, work, and dreams. Whether they’re surprising each other with heartfelt gifts, overcoming obstacles in game launches, or simply sharing quiet moments together, Kazuma and Masako prove that life is truly a game best played with your partner by your side. Their journey is a heartwarming tale of love, passion, and the joy of building worlds—both virtual and real—together. [3-4 chapters a week]

Following her grandmother’s wishes, Oh Ha-na inherits a matchmaking agency. However, the agency caters only to a very specific clientele – wealthy bachelors with commitment issues. Enter billionaire jewellery tycoon and third-generation chaebol heir, Cha Ji-hoon. A notorious bachelor and workaholic who feels dating is a frivolous distraction from his responsibilities. Numerous attempts by his family to get him married have failed because he throws himself into work to avoid emotional connection. Despite this, women flock to him, drawn to his wealth and handsome looks. With a reputation for being ruthless in business and aloof in relationships, Ha-na takes on the challenge of finding Ji-hoon a perfect match. Can she melt his icy heart and find his perfect match? Or will she realize that she has been his ideal match all along? ~~~ [WSA 2025 Entry] [Note: This book is a clean, slow-burn romance. Character relationships will be explored more on emotional connection and less on physical attraction. Reader discretion is advised.] We'll have two side couple romance apart from our main couple storyline. Their stories will be shown simultaneously along with the lead couple, but in lesser frequency. Main: Boss Lady FL X Bigshot ML (First Love/High School Sweethearts) Side A: Hopeless Romantic FL X Single Dad ML (One-night Stand) Side B: Paralyzed FL X Celebrity ML (Second Chance First Love/High School Sweethearts)

Joven, an AI that transmigrated here from the stars became a daughter of a rich family, lost in a rural village but finally returning home for a certain purpose. Everyone thought that she would be unrefined and lack culture given her poor upbringing... until the eldest Lu brother realized that his youngest sister was the one who casually agreed to the contract he just signed. Second Lu Brother: What? My younger sister invested in the movie I was leading? Mama Lu: The unlabeled products my daughter gave me are from a state-of-art research center? Papa Lu: The cheap stuff my daughter gave me is actually worth millions?! Big shots of various industries: Would you like to be an instructor? The type who earns over hundreds of millions? A certain conglomerate: Had enough fun yet? Now get back here and inherit your billion-dollar estate. Scumbags: Weren't we promised a pathetic wimp to bully? *** The day Li Hanzhou learned that Qiao Wen equaled him in net worth, he made inventory and put everything before her. "You can have all of these—plus one husband! Please sign here." Qiao Wen: "You're the one who insisted on no puppy-love. It's important to keep your promises." Mr. Li: #Urgent! How do I go back in time to slap my past self? I'll make it up to you with all the tenderness in the world.

they're coming for me! to get it out on me ! should I bite my tongue to death or spank my head and burst it open ,so they can only see the bleeding flesh inside it? no!! that'd be of no use ,that won't stop them . all they want is a flush to inflict suffering on, dead or alive ,it doesn't matter to them ! it's of no use, even if my body is dead and slowly decaying it'd still be warm before it will get cold even if it has no longer a soul , it'd still hurt torture me all you want , throw me into burning pit ,break my head open and put flames in it let my brain burn to blisters and to ashes I'll scream for you even after my vocal chords are twisted do what you want , whatever it is ! , but I ask of you for just that one thing if you have what it takes to do that in your fleeting mercy!!. that four walled store room was eery as it can get ,that person heard a whimperering downstairs the basement , and unlike the one in the store room who resisted none ,the one from the basement cried for mercy and screamed for salvation it was stupid of them to do it so . they can't escape this ,no one can hear them from outside it was in their destiny to rot in there or atleast rot their rationality and minds before they will get out from that castle !!

#HAREM, #R18, #ECCHI, #SMUT #ROMANCE [WARNING] ****** /THIS NOVEL CONTAINS TOO MUCH EXPLICT SEXUAL CONTENT, CURSE LANGUAGE **** * ** ******* * **** AUDIENCE DISCRETION IS ADVISED "Willa. Man, that girl. Picture perfect. Like, the kind of perfect that made my teenage hormones throw a full-blown rave every time she walked by. My nightly 'Willa fantasies' were legendary, let's just say. Pure, unadulterated, mind-melting… yeah, you get the picture. So, picture this: me, late for class, scrambling through the hallway like a greased pig. BAM! I slam into someone. Willa. And, oh boy, did I get a show. Turns out, she was going commando. A major, major wardrobe malfunction. And let's just say my body decided to throw its own mini celebration. Instant bulge. Visible. Obvious. Her eyes went wide, a mix of surprise and… was that a smirk? My blood was pumping like a jackhammer. I tried to play it cool, slinking back to my seat in the back. But guess who decided to join me? Willa, blushing like she'd just won the lottery. My heart beating hard. Was she into me? Was this my lucky day? Look, I'm not gonna lie. This isn't some deep, philosophical journey. It's about girls. Hot girls. And, yeah, a harem. Because why settle for one goddess when you can have a whole pantheon? But Willa… she's different. She's the OG fantasy. So, the question is, can I juggle a whole crew and still keep my eyes on the prize? Can I have my cake and eat it too, or will Willa make me choose? Stay tuned, because this is gonna get wild." #HAREM, #R18, #ECCHI, #SMUT #ROMANCE

"You are my mate, I am not going to share you with anyone, not even my brothers " his whispering tone felt like melted sugar in my ears. I was drowning in his scent, my mind was in a frenzy. I woke up with a start, panting heavily after a steamy wet dream which I have been having quite a lot lately. Myra Miracle, an orphan since birth, visits her childhood best friend Nora to Kimberg to. While she was having dinner with Nora and her parents, she felt dizzy and enchanted at the same time for some unknown reasons. Later that evening, she met four hot, handsome and mesmerizing people which made her restless all night long. Since then she has been having wild dreams. Why is that so? Why is she so attracted to her best friend's brothers?

[Warning: Mature Content R18+] The taste of forbidden love is the sweetest agony!! They were fucking right. I, Frery Kane was whipped and captivated by a Lycan Shifter from the Bay Shifter pack in Paradise Bay. Drawn to him like a moth to a flame, an irresistible pull I couldn’t deny. Alpha Tor Gale, a Lycan Shifter of unparalleled strength, only of his kind, his blood as intoxicating as ambrosia, his presence a temptation, I couldn’t escape. He made me crave more than I should or was allowed. In Paradise Bay, Vampires and Shifters are bound by ancient laws, their rivalry etched into the marrow of our existence. To meet him was to defy centuries of hatred; to love him was to risk everything. Each secret meeting was a dance with death, a betrayal of the Paradise Vampire Coven, and a rebellion against the laws that chained us. But Tor was my forbidden desire, my beautiful torment, and my greatest weakness. I knew the cost of this love, a love that could ignite war and destroy us both. But how could I resist the one thing that made my immortal heart beat once more? Excerpt from Alpha Tor's POV: “So you’ve been following me,” Tor’s deep growl echoed in the icy cavern. His golden eyes caught the flicker of torchlight. His breath misted in the freezing air, curling like smoke between them. “What gave me away?” I responded my voice as low, deep, and steady. Tor laughed a deep rumble that shook the cavern walls. “You reek of desperation. Do you think I didn’t notice your scent clinging to the trees? Are your footprints melting the frost? What is it, vampire? What do you want from me?” My jaw clenched and my gaze didn’t waver. “Your blood,” I taunted as my voice was laced with coldness to see if he could be threatened by my words. “Your kind is... intoxicating. Forbidden. I can’t stop myself.” I expected him to cover but he stepped forward and responded “If it’s my blood you want,” he murmured, his voice low and teasing, “then come closer and take what you need” The words struck me like lightning, and a fiery heat surged through my veins. My beast clawed at my control, drawn to him in a way that defied logic. His gaze held mine, and for the first time in my life, I didn’t know whether to run or to stay. ___________________________________________________________________________________________ In the end, they called me a betrayer. A traitor to the Paradise Vampire Coven. But how could I hold back when I had tasted something far sweeter than immortality? Alpha Tor was my forbidden fruit, the Lycan Shifter Alpha who defied everything I was taught to hate. But when I surged forward, ready to face anyone who dared stand between us, fate revealed the old prophecy hidden in Hanka Island. Alpha Tor wasn’t just my lover, he was my lifetime mate, our bond blessed by the ancient magic of Hanka Island itself. And our love was not meant to follow the rules, it was meant to break them.

“Get your filthy hands off my wife!” Ford’s commanding voice boomed through the room. Mrs. Johnson, stunned, released Elena’s wrist immediately. Ford stepped forward, his eyes sharp and unyielding. “I chose her. I need her. She’s mine. Don’t ever think you have a right over her again. Consider this your only warning—to you and your daughter.” Taking Elena’s trembling hand in his, Ford led her away. His grip was firm yet reassuring, and for the first time in years, Elena felt protected. Sitting in the car, tears rolled down her cheeks. She couldn’t believe someone had stood up for her. Then, as her emotions overwhelmed her, Ford gently turned her face toward him kissing her with passion gradually Elena melted to his touch breaking her walls for the only man who stood by her. For a fleeting moment, Elena felt hope. What happens When Ford learns of Elena’s hidden son. As their love shatters after finding Elena’s Secret, he sends her packing. What happens when Ford finds out that the child born was from a mistake he made years ago while drunk. Will he be able to gain back Elena’s love? Would Elena find it in her heart to forgive?

Evelyn Rayner had lost everything, her family, her business, and, ultimately, herself. Betrayal, regret, and despair had stripped her of faith, leaving her in darkness. But fate was not so cruel. Reborn with the memories of her past life, she was determined to right every wrong, to repay the debts of love and loyalty, to seek redemption from those she had hurt, most importantly “him”. Now, standing in the heart of a grand ballroom, adorned in elegance, she moved through the sea of people, their admiring gazes passed unnoticed to her. Her eyes sought only one person the man she had lost once before. Adrian Vaughn. As she reached him, her voice, soft yet resolute, carried a whisper from the past. “Didn’t you promise me that you’d only dance with me?” His piercing gaze locked onto hers, emotions flickering in the depths of his eyes before a slow, knowing smirk curved his lips. Closing the distance between them, he leaned in, his breath warm against her ear as he murmured, “I didn’t know my little wife would be the jealous type.” The words struck a forgotten chord within her, pulling her back to childhood memories, back when she had boldly, laughing with childlish confidence declared herself as his wife to everyone. Now, looking at the man before her, aloof, unreadable, yet teasing in a way only she understood, gratitude swelled within her. She had lost him once, and in her final moments of her past life, regret had consumed her for she failed him and everyone around her. But not this time. She silently vowed in her heart.

Rowan sees beauty in death. The Order he has sworn to obey only sees defilement. As the reviled Caretaker of the Order, Rowan has accepted his role as a dutiful outcast because he believes it is the only way to prove his worth to the man who holds his sisters’ souls as collateral. With his magic and his voice, Rowan can absorb death and transform it, but only in ways the Order deems acceptable to maintain the stability of the reality it claims to protect Order must subdue Disorder. Reality must triumph over illusion. He is tainted and always will be. Rowan has never questioned those lessons, but that changes the night he harvests a crimson soul that is more than human and chooses to keep it a secret. When Rowan’s song transforms that soul into a beautiful and mysterious man he names Wren, he is forced to accept that sometimes duty is a lie and illusion is the only thing you can trust. As the fabric of the Order begins to unwind and a new kind of Disorder takes hold, Rowan will need to choose again, stand with the Order that held him down, or forge a new path with Wren at his side. He may be the only one who can restore balance to the worlds, but only if he can find balance within himself first. ************************************* Updates 3-4 times per week. Note: This story focuses on relationships. I promise an epic romance, lots of swoon-worthy moments, and a healthy amount of fluff. When it does get steamy…you might get burned. Fair warning for explicit content. I don’t shy away from my spice. There are lots of side characters and couples to fall in love with, in addition to the main couple. If you love the idea of found family, you will be happy. This book is set in a non-heteronormative world, so you will see various gender identities/expressions and types of love. ************************************* Excerpt (if you want the full steamy version, you will have to read the book!): Still reeling from the new magic that coursed under his skin and unsure of how to react to the desire that threatened to take control of him, Rowan froze. Wren's hot breath against his mouth sent a jolt of pleasure through his body, and he choked back a groan. A different kind of panic flared in Rowan's chest, burning him as if he were the one on fire. This was what he wanted, what he'd thought about every night since Wren left. But wanting more was one thing. Acting on it was another. He'd spent so much of his life hiding, he didn't know how to do anything else. One corner of Wren's mouth twitched as Rowan pulled away. When he attempted to free himself from Wren's grasp, Wren just hauled him closer. Rowan liked that he didn't have to think about what to do next. His bare chest thudded against Wren's torso, and the heat from Wren's body merged with Rowan's skin, melting him from the inside out. "What did you just do to me?" Wren's deep voice vibrated against Rowan's chest. "The Disorder of your illusion was holding you captive. I…I absorbed it." "Oh? Where did you learn to do that? Have I been gone that long?" Wren's grip loosened slightly on Rowan's wrists as if he was satisfied now that Rowan was practically sitting on top him. Rowan stared at Wren's lips. He opened his mouth to protest, but immediately closed it again. "I know you aren't going to say that I shouldn't touch you." Wren's free hand splayed over the small of Rowan's back. "Not when you started it." Rowan's breath hitched. "No. I'm not going to say that anymore. Not to you." "I thought you were afraid to be touched." Wren's fingers traced a circle over the curve of Rowan's spine as if testing for a reaction. "I know that I'm not afraid of you." Rowan waited for the panic to set in, but all he felt was desire. "With you, I want…" "You want what?" "I want more." Triumph flared in Wren's gaze before he narrowed his eyes. "Really? Then why are you still trying to get away from me?"

Anna Maria was perfect. Gabrielle Nandia was not. Anna Maria had the sweetest of smiles, with a presence that purified upon arrival. Gabrielle did not. She was always alone and gloomy, and the only thing that followed her were bad rumors. That day, Anna Maria was in a bad mood and wanted to eat alone. She glanced out of the window from the cafeteria. Outside, a figure sat under the tree, eating. Every bite was framed with a resplendent expression, which shone so brightly it blinded her. There was no smile, but the expression shown was as ephemeral as ice, melting before one could fully grasp the allure of its sweetness. Anna Maria blinked, scrubbing her eyes and readjusting her glasses to make sure of what she had seen, but the occupant had left before she could tell who it was. She searched for a week and finally found her—Gabrielle Nandia. She grasped the palm of the startled girl with a bewitching smile. "Gabrielle, will you please be my muse?"

Sophia Evans never expected that landing a job at Kingston Enterprises would turn her life upside down. A hardworking woman with dreams of making it big in the corporate world, she is determined to prove herself. But everything changes when she crosses paths with the company's enigmatic CEO, Alexander Kingston. Alexander is ruthless in business and even colder in matters of the heart. Having built his empire on discipline and control, he sees love as a weakness—until Sophia storms into his life. She’s different from the women he’s used to. Bold, intelligent, and unafraid to challenge him, she awakens emotions he’s spent years suppressing. As the tension between them grows, so do the obstacles. From an ex-fiancée who refuses to let go to a rival billionaire determined to claim Sophia for himself, their love is tested at every turn. And when secrets from Alexander’s past threaten to destroy everything, Sophia must decide if loving him is worth the risk. Will she melt the heart of the untouchable CEO, or will their love become just another business deal gone wrong? A story of passion, power, and love against the odds—My CEO is a romance that proves even the coldest hearts can be warmed.

Rong Xinghe with an indescribably painful past: from being thrown down a running train by her own family at 13 to getting stabbed in the heart by the one she believed to be her one true love. She went through it all, building her foundation over the ashes of that very past, by the dint of her unconditionally supportive, 6 sworn brothers. Xi Yuan, an astoundingly successful businessman with an equally horrid childhood. Haunted by Acute Autism since birth, the man had to watch the two people he dearly cherished get killed right in front of his eyes at the age of 15. Both, troubled by their darkness, brought together by fate at a party. While it was love at first sight for him, her fears were too deep for her to realize the unexplainable emotions stirring her heart to just his presence. One, the Queen of Bullets; another, the King of Business. This is a tale of those two melting into each other...

Gwen lost her parents at the age of ten she was then taken by her uncle as a guardian her uncle claimed to not take her in if no payment was included for the task hence her entire heritage was taken, hence left with nothing. But her life takes a wrong turn when her uncle is in debt and she is the exchange to a heartless tycoon. Can she melt this cold hearted man or will she just be an object of exchange

[WARNING: MATURE CONTENT] The stormy night was like a canvas, painted with hues of darkness and desire. The wind howled like a beast, threatening to consume everything in its path. And in the midst of it all, I stood at the edge of the cliff, my heart racing with anticipation. He was coming for me. I could feel it in my bones, a shiver that ran down my spine like a whispered promise . A monster, a creature of the night, a beast they called him, But I knew the truth and he was mine. As the lightning flashed, illuminating the dark sky, I saw him. A figure, tall and imposing, standing at the edge of the trees. His eyes gold eyes locked onto mine, his canines elongated and I felt the world around me melt away as I locked eyes with him . I was supposed to be scared but I wasn't. " Ophelia" he whispered, his voice deep yet so tender. He grabbed my waist pulling me closer to him And then, everything went black.

LIGHT and DARKNESS. Two paths that ought not to meet! Clingy, jealous, sensitive, casual, and cute, Izabelle married a stranger through contract marriage to save her brother’s life. Her mission is to melt the icy barriers around her husband heart and bear him a child. The stranger, Raymond Walker, is a cold, gorgeous, and formidable business tycoon who is driven by a deep-seated desire for revenge. His mission is to avenge the tragic death of his parents. Secrets are hidden, but Izabelle must melt her husband's heart, and Raymond must avenge his parents' death! Don't forget to leave your reviews and ratings, most importantly, add to your collection. Hiatus

Melody in the Passing of Time In modern Japan, where each season sings its own story and music becomes the language of the heart, a young guitarist named Axel struggles to find harmony amidst loss and longing. Gifted with soulful melodies that echo his inner world, Axel’s life is steeped in bittersweet memories—the absence of his mother, the warmth of shared moments with friends, and the lingering notes of a past that still resonate. “Melody in the Autumnus” also means “Melody in the Passing of Time” is a richly woven tapestry of romance, music, and family legacy. It explores how the notes of the past echo into the present, how every chord of love and loss builds the soundtrack of our lives, and how, even as time marches on, the melodies that shape us remain ever-present—a timeless symphony that binds hearts across generations.

“Why are you fighting this, Patricia? What are you afraid of?” He stalked towards me until my back hit the wall. My legs wobbled in lustful resignation. “Liam, Liam please…” I cried out breathlessly. His hands cupped my face and his softness of his beautiful eyes melted me inside out. “Please what? Tell me what you want, say it. Don't make me keep begging.” I couldn't think anymore and he pulled me to him. I felt the heat from his body burn me ruthlessly. “I don't know, I just–” “Then let me love you. Let me touch you. Let me kiss you like I've been dying to kiss you since we met at your exhibition. Let me in, please. I'll take care of you, just, don't push me away anymore. I can't take it.” I looked up at him, and I couldn't bear it anymore. Taking in a ragged breath, I crashed my lips against his. ….. My ex-husband cheated on me, arrested me and sent me to a psychiatric hospital. As a grumpy heiress, the whole world failed to see the injustice and was excited to witness my downfall. But I've always been Patricia Lynn, and I can never be hidden away. After getting rescued by a savior that wanted my intelligence in return, I'm back and full of rage, so I will repay them all! I will never fall for another man. Love made one weak! But my savior, oh my savior, the rich mogul, Liam Colloway, was warming his way into the delicate skin between my legs and I fear, my heart too…

"Love after Marriage sounds as smooth as melting icecream" ... They say successful people always surround themselves with other successful people. They say truly successful people wouldn't mind your external appearance and your wits and talent are all that mattered to them. Perhaps, that's the reason why every single individual around Sindhu is a well known personality. And what would happen when such an average looking yet successful woman was arranged to marry a cold hearted, sharp-tongued and egoistic man? Siddharth, abandoned and broken hearted, all he ever did is to think of money and make profits and become the youngest tycoon in the country. In order to make a huge profit, he agreed to his grandfather's condition which is to marry the woman he selected. "I'm marrying you because I need to and not because I like you" Siddharth uttered his internal thoughts without any hesitation. "Mutual feeling. Glad we're on the same page" He heard her cold reply. The woman next to him appeared as normal as any girl but there's something in her that he couldn't point out, something that pulled him closer to her. Something that churned his heart despite of his mind's constant reminder to stay away from her. ... This is an Indian story but nothing can stop the readers from enjoying it.

It was supposed to be your typical game-like fantasy world story. As a reincarnator who read countless novels in the genre, Willow thought she had it all figured out. Become a White Mage, get pampered by the party, and rake in the dough—the perfect plan! Too bad Willow proved too good at her job. Conscripted into the Support Corps where the Guild chooses who she parties with, she must break her back evading every death flag known to man while preserving the lives of the dumbest bands of screw-ups to walk the Nine Kingdoms. "Willow! Thank goodness you're here! Can I borrow 2000 gald? I'll pay you back, I promise!" "A-ahem! May I borrow your clothes again, young Willow? The slimes melted everything I had left..." "Wear more armor? Nonsense, Willow. It will only slow me down. Very little could pierce my aura—!" "Willow, please be a dear and guard the door while I fix up my hair and...work things out. D-Don't look at me like that! I have a reputation as a Saintess to keep!" Sometimes, Willow wondered if its not too late to reincarnate elsewhere.