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My lips were tightly shut. My expression—blank. As if I didn’t understand the meaning behind his gaze, now sharper than ever. His fingers traced slowly along my jawline. The motion was calm. Measured. Too careful to be called affectionate. “So naive,” he whispered, barely audible. “Your breath... unchanged. Even your heartbeat is steady.” He leaned in. His lips brushed the skin beneath my ear—warm, but not seductive. A mere distraction. “These eyes... don’t lie. But they’re not completely honest either, are they?” His left hand slid to my back, tracing down my shoulder blades, then lower—to my waist. And stopped. Still. As if checking something. “Do you realize...” he continued, his voice soft yet piercing, “...of all the people who’ve seen my darkest side... you’re the only one who didn’t run.” I stayed silent. Just blinked once more, then gave a faint smile. “And why would I run?” My voice was light. Playful. I even let out a small laugh, more like a sigh. He didn’t laugh back. His gaze remained deep. His hand still touched my cheek—cold, scented with metal and leather. And then I... ...smiled. Genuinely. I leaned up slightly, raised his face gently with both hands, and kissed his cheek. The kiss left no mark, just a soft sound: chu — sweet, innocent. Almost like a child trying to show love. “Oh! You must be tired,” I said lightly. “I only made fish soup tonight, but the cuts are... kind of a mess.” I tugged gently at the hem of his shirt—playful, affectionate. Pulling him to hover directly over me. I slowly lay back on the bed, though my feet still touched the floor. My gaze never left him—looking up from the most vulnerable position. “But don’t ask why the cuts turned out so ugly,” I added with a small giggle. “Because earlier, the knife—” “The knife?” He interrupted. Flat voice. I nodded slowly, my eyes still bright. “Yeah, it’s so heavy! Where did you even buy it? Sharp, scary... but cool. Like... the kind used by a serial killer! Hehe~” For a few seconds, his expression shifted. Not angry. Not bothered. But... something changed. As if his mind had just collided with a memory that should’ve stayed locked away. Then, still calm, he said: “Don’t use that knife again. You could get hurt.” His fingers slipped into my hair—gentle, yet cold. “Tomorrow, I’ll give you a new one. Something that suits your hands better.” Then his lips lowered again. To my neck. At first, it tickled. But it quickly turned into something deeper than clumsy affection. Our breathing grew uneven. His body pressed heavily over mine, making the bed creak with every move.

Bibirku terkatup rapat. Ekspresiku bersih. Seolah tak tahu arti sorot matanya yang kini lebih tajam dari sebelumnya. Jari-jarinya mengusap pelan sepanjang rahangku. Gerakannya tenang. Terukur. Terlalu hati-hati untuk disebut sayang. “Lugu sekali,” bisiknya nyaris tanpa suara. “Nafasmu... tidak berubah. Detak jantungmu pun stabil.” Ia menunduk. Bibirnya menyentuh kulit di bawah telingaku. Hangat. Tapi tidak menggoda. Hanya pengalihan. “Mata ini... tak berbohong. Tapi mereka juga... tidak sepenuhnya jujur, kan?” Tangan kirinya bergerak ke punggungku. Menelusuri tulang belikat, lalu turun pelan ke pinggang—dan berhenti. Ia diam di sana. Seperti sedang memastikan sesuatu. “Apakah kamu tahu...” lanjutnya, suaranya melembut namun menggigit, “...dari semua orang yang pernah melihat sisi gelapku... hanya kamu yang tidak lari.” Aku masih diam. Hanya berkedip sekali lagi. Lalu tersenyum tipis. “Memangnya kenapa aku harus lari?” Suaraku ringan. Seperti bercanda. Dan aku menambahkan tawa kecil yang nyaris seperti embusan napas. Ia tidak tertawa balik. Tatapannya masih dalam. Tangannya tetap menyentuh pipiku—dingin, beraroma logam dan kulit. Lalu aku... ...tersenyum. Tulus. Aku bangkit sedikit dari duduk, mengangkat wajahnya pelan dengan kedua tangan, lalu mencium pipinya. Ciuman itu tak meninggalkan bekas, hanya suara kecil: chu — terdengar manis, polos. Hampir seperti anak kecil yang ingin menunjukkan kasih sayang. “Oh! Kamu pasti lelah?” ucapku ringan. “Malam ini aku cuma buat sup ikan, yang potongannya... agak kacau.” Tanganku menarik ujung bajunya. Pelan. Manja. Membawanya agar berada tepat di atasku. Aku merebahkan tubuhku perlahan ke kasur, tapi kaki masih menapak lantai. Pandanganku tak lepas darinya—melihat dari bawah, dari posisi paling rapuh. “Tapi jangan tanya kenapa potongannya jelek banget…” lanjutku sambil terkikik kecil. “Soalnya tadi pisaunya—” “Pisaunya?” Ia memotong. Suaranya datar. Aku mengangguk pelan. Mataku masih cerah. “Iya, pisaunya berat banget! Kamu beli dari mana, sih? Tajam, serem, tapi keren. Kayak... pisau yang dipakai pembunuh berantai! Hihi~” Beberapa detik, ekspresinya berubah. Bukan marah. Bukan terganggu. Tapi... ada sesuatu di sana. Seolah pikirannya baru saja menabrak kenangan yang seharusnya terkunci rapat. Lalu dengan nada tetap tenang, ia berkata: “Jangan pakai pisau itu lagi. Kau bisa saja terluka.” Jarinya menyusup ke rambutku, lembut tapi dingin. “Besok aku akan memberimu yang lain. Yang lebih... cocok untuk tanganmu.” Lalu bibirnya kembali turun. Ke leherku. Awalnya terasa geli. Tapi cepat berubah menjadi sesuatu yang lebih dalam dari sekadar sentuhan canggung. Nafas kami mulai tak beraturan. Tubuhnya berat di atas tubuhku, membuat ranjang berderit setiap kali ia bergerak. —Novel ini juga tersedia dalam terjemahan bahasa Inggris dengan judul yang sama.

Seventeen-year-old Yuuji Aikawa is everything a model student should be: organized, top of his class, and emotionally untouchable. With his crisp uniforms and perfectly aligned notebooks, Yuuji lives by quiet rules—don’t draw attention, don’t get involved, and never let anyone see beneath the surface. Enter Ren Sakamoto, the transfer student with a silver earring, ink-stained fingers, and a smirk that defies authority. Ren is chaos in human form. He talks back to teachers, never follows the dress code, and for reasons only the universe seems to understand, decides that Yuuji is his new favorite target. After a classroom disruption lands them both in after-school library detention, Yuuji finds himself cornered into spending his quiet afternoons with the very person who seems determined to unravel him. But as pages are shelved and insults are exchanged, a different kind of tension begins to simmer—one that neither of them wants to admit. Behind the sarcasm, silences, and stolen glances, Yuuji starts to question the life he's worked so hard to control. And Ren, for all his bravado, starts to realize that some people are worth holding on to—even if it means letting his guard down. In a world of school bells, whispered poetry, and ink-stained hands, two boys from opposite worlds find themselves caught in a story neither of them meant to write.

Synopsis: She was the good girl—careful, kind, and always doing what was right. Until she met them. Two best friends who saw her, wanted her… and who she couldn’t resist. What started as a forbidden secret spiraled into something deeper—something real. She fell in love with both, unable to choose, caught in the warmth of one and the fire of the other. But love doesn’t wait forever. When the time came to decide, she followed her heart… and shattered the other. Now, she lives with the man she chose—but carries the memory of the one she lost. Because in love, not everyone gets a happy ending.

sinopsis: Aku tidak tau kalau hari itu Aku melakukan kesalahan fatal dalam hidupku.    "Aku.. bermimpi buruk!" Hari itu adalah hari pertama Andrey Arshavin menjalani hari sebagai seorang lelaki. Bukan anak-anak. note: halo, cerita ini akan publish setiap akhir pekan ya, stay tune!

Not every love story has two hearts in it. Some are written by one, while the other doesn’t even turn the page. "Half of Us" is a collection of poetry for the ones who loved alone. For those who stayed when they should’ve left. For the ones who gave everything and got silence back. For the hearts that held on, even when they were the only ones holding. These poems are not about perfect love. They’re about the kind that aches quietly, smiles through pain, and writes verses in the dark for someone who’ll never read them. If you've ever been almost chosen, almost loved, almost enough— this book is for you.

Elia wakes up every night in a silent town where time seems frozen. No people, no sounds just the same house across the street and a scream that breaks the quiet at exactly 3:33 a.m That scream belongs to her past a memory she’s tried to bury but can’t escape. Now, for the first time in years, the door to that house is open To move forward, Elia must face the darkness she’s spent a lifetime running from. But some doors, once opened, don’t close easily

Since she had been born, Wang Lan Biyu lived for one purpose. Or, at least that was what she had been taught by her 'father'. Flawed yet perfect, beautiful yet hideous inside, what was she? But even flawed as she was, she still found a small glimmer of sunlight in that dark place that loved her even with her hidden flaws. When she lost that sun, Wang Lan Biyu was crushed like a glass figurine underneath their 'father's heel. When she followed her Master back to the mortal plane. He said he was her adoptive father, and she, his daughter. He taught her what Loyalty was, what was like, dislike, what human nature was. It was entirely different from what her 'father' taught her. And the first thing she learned she loved was her sun, then she learned she also loved her master, and the guqin. She loved only a handful of things. But, if there was one thing she learned she despised the most. It was the 'actually perfect' senior brother her Master told her she had to get along with. A boy who, even at a glance, you could tell heaven favored more than everyone else. A boy who smiled at her with empty eyes and an equally empty smile. The senior brother, who, gifted her a basket of logans while simultaneously giving her that same warm smile with indifference in his curved Aurelian gaze while calling her name softly. "Junior Sister Wang." .....Wang Lan Biyu, never hated that fake gentleman's false smile more than almost anything in her entire life. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ -Please be civilized and don't steal my cover as your own.

Asin and Oliver were living a lavish lifestyle thanks to their family fortune..from the outside looking in. But it was a part of a whole.. Their other lives involving fast cars, illegal racing scene, dangerous rivals and Unknowns .. and now marriage? Yet there is such a thing as the perfect plan for even such a situation is there not? This is not that plans story.

A stormy night. One room. Two strangers from different worlds. When fate brings Rohan and Ishita together under the same roof, neither expects the bond that follows. But love rarely follows logic—and sometimes, the rain doesn’t just fall. It changes everything.

Hey, lovely readers Welcome to The soundtrack of us, a story that’s been quietly growing in my heart for a while now. It’s about two souls who meet in the most unexpected way—a world-famous singer drowning in noise, and a quiet girl from a quiet town who doesn’t want anything from him… This isn’t your squeaky-clean fangirl fantasy. Oh no. This is a slow, lingering burn. A connection so raw, it slips under your skin before you know it. Their messages? Feel like confessions. Their silence? Feels like tension. Their friendship? Let’s just say it’s not going to stay just that for long. So buckle up, hold your breath, and don’t blame me if you start smiling at your phone like a fool Let me know how deep the butterflies hit - Vera Roy

Aria Lin lives in the shadows of pain brought by fire that didn't consume her but left her permanently in its heat, family shattered by the fire's scandal. Zayden Croix, a boy who rises from the fire, survived but died within, grew colder than his nightmares, and a self branded sinner for what he couldn't control. When their worlds collide, and a love so fragile, it could only survive in the space between guilt and pain. Shared pain, tears, and guilt, but the truth is still burning deep within, and not everything was as it seems.

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?”

The story sheds light on two separate lives. Jonah and Sakura from two different countries. Jonah, an emotional distant young man in the UK and Sakura, a highly spirited girl chasing her basketball dreams. What happens when their worlds unexpectedly collide, challenging everything they thought they knew about life, emotions, and eachother.

Josh Kathiwap never expected his first big case to land him in a janitor’s uniform….undercover in one of the country’s most elite companies. His mission? Get close to the billionaire heir suspected of running a drug empire. But he’s already failed step one. Because Tai Sukhum isn’t just the target. He’s the stranger Josh slept with the night before. Tai remembers. But Josh doesn’t. While Tai grows obsessed , watching his every move.... Josh sees only one path forward: get close, gain his trust, find the evidence, and bring him down …. even if it means playing a game of seduction and deceit. Tai wants Josh. Josh wants the truth. When fake emotions start to feel real… When lines blur between betrayal and desire… Who’s really playing who? Will Josh be the one to expose Tai? Or will he be the one broken?

Shi Yi loves to get bargains, and her biggest dream is to own a convenience store and sell the bargains to customers. Buy at low prices and sell at slightly lower than the market price, the business will definitely be hot! Until one day, she tied a magic convenience store, and every night at 10 o'clock, she could compete in hand speed to buy low-priced goods in the system mall and sell them the next day. Shi Yi: Isn't this the realization of the dream! Sesame buns for hair care, red bean porridge for blood and beauty, ten times protein grilled sausage, light salt soy sauce for weight loss, deep sleep laundry detergent... A magic convenience store opened in Xingfu Community. Neighbors sighed: "What's the lack of e-commerce supermarkets these days? Riders deliver directly to your home. Who would go downstairs to buy things? It's definitely a loss." Later, even though Xingfu Community opened at 9 o'clock, the items were limited and the variety was pitiful, neighbors still had to line up to buy. Even people from nearby communities rushed here, and some people even drove luxury cars to line up early in the morning to buy. Xingfu Community owner: Property management! Does the community need to install a personal facial recognition system? If for nothing else, just to have fewer people competing with me for the things in the magic convenience store.

Ken Sate is a 2nd year student at Calmento Academy. Near the end of the year, the school introduces a program that allows students to study abroad. Many students now consider accepting this program. Ken Sato and his friends decide to study abroad. They all go to different countries and experience different this. Ken Sato goes to America. Will he regret it, or will he love America?

Sometimes, Gods walk among us. We just don't notice because we aren't capable of perceiving them as they are. However, when one such Goddess realizes that She is unable to remember who She is supposed to be, history starts to change forever. Join our unnamed Goddess as She travels around our world, meeting with strange Gods and even stranger mortals as She searches for the truth of who She is.

Jean wakes up in a vast, endless field surrounded by strangers—none of them know how they got there, and no matter where they go, they always end up back at the black door in the center. The door leads to a series of deadly trials, each one more twisted than the last. With every challenge he overcomes, Jean grows stronger—but the power he gains begins to strip away his emotions, memories, and humanity. Trapped in a world where survival demands sacrifice, Jean must decide how much of himself he's willing to lose to escape. Jean's cursed to evolve like a monster but loses his humanity with each fight.

'I will be posting this on Royal Road'. * * _______________Description________________ Anthony Robinson, a humble and hard-working cook, finds himself entangled in the clutches of a notorious mafia family. His ex-girlfriend, with whom he lives, not only cheats on him but also abandons him to deal with her children. She doesn't even bother to hide her indiscretions while they share a home, spending her days with the mafia boss Alexander's enforcer. To make matters worse, Anthony's true love has broken up with him because he couldn't meet her expectations and failed to improve their relationship. He even squandered his second chance at life, neglecting their son Nick and letting go of the happy family they once had. Now, his mental health is deteriorating, and his passive nature and laziness prevent him from finding any happiness or seizing the opportunities that lie ahead. One fateful day, Anthony wakes up to the harsh reality of being a disposable pawn. He finds himself staring down the barrel of a gun held by someone he once trusted-a person who epitomizes betrayal. Will he survive this dangerous predicament and reclaim his life? *______________________Description______________*_*_______________________*

When renowned forensic linguist Aanya Roy is called in to decode a series of mysterious letters written in a forgotten language, she steps into a case that feels eerily familiar. The words are strange, poetic — and somehow seem to echo with fragments of her past. Working alongside the quiet and guarded Inspector Karan Malhotra, Aanya finds herself drawn into a web of hidden codes, buried memories, and secrets that refuse to stay silent. As the investigation deepens, so does her entanglement — not just with the case, but with the man assigned to protect it. But some scripts aren’t meant to be read. And some truths weren’t meant to be found. The Shadows Beneath Us is a gripping and lyrical romance thriller that explores how trauma speaks in silence, how love can unravel in layers, and how the past always leaves something written between the lines.

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everyday when maliah went home after school hours, she would always see a man who seemed to be stalking her and say nothing while following her til she reaches the doorstep of her house, until one day she had enough and decided to confront him, little did she know that what she sees in him is more than what meet the eye......... @alishawalker2022

What if the moment you almost gave up became the moment someone gave you a reason to stay? Iraaya carries scars no one sees, hiding behind words and silence. Ehan lost everything in an instant, drifting through life without purpose. On a cold evening by the river, two broken souls collide-one leaps into the water to save a stranger, the other finds himself pulled back from the edge. Sometimes, healing begins in the most unexpected places. *The Bridge Between Us* is a story of pain, courage, and the fragile hope that love can heal even the deepest wounds.