Awkward Silence

Would you fall in love with someone whose face you've never seen? Why does she captivate him so completely, even though all he has glimpsed are her eyes, peering through the veil’s delicate fabric? What secrets lie beneath? What past does she hide? Every detail about this woman is wrapped in mystery—unspoken truths, carefully guarded omissions, and a silence that speaks louder than words. A veil. A past. Secrets. A love that defies the odds. Are you ready to unravel the mystery behind the veil?

Alessia Bianchi has survived ten years in silence, bound to the Morano crime family to repay her late father’s mysterious debt. But when her service nears its end, a new chain is fastened around her neck, marriage to Luca Morano, the family’s feared and volatile heir. Luca is every bit the monster they warned her about: powerful, merciless, and dangerously captivating. He’s known for breaking rules and women. But when his obsession with Alessia ignites, so does something unexpected… desire, protection, and a hunger to possess her completely. Torn between her loyalty to a lost love and the storm Luca awakens inside her, Alessia discovers her fate was never hers to escape. Buried deep in her memory lies a secret her father died to protect an encrypted weapon that could eliminate the Atlan Syndicate and crown the Moranos kings of the underworld. But claiming that power means choosing a side, losing herself in the process and even loosing Luca's soul. As war erupts, loyalties fracture, and blood stains white silk, Alessia must decide: Will she give herself to a man born of darkness… Will Luca ever truly love her without possessing her? What if the very secrets hold were the reason her father died? Will Lorenzo rise again not as her saviour but as her enemy? Or rise from the ashes of her past and take control of a world that tried to silence her?

As the wife of the Colombian cartel heir, Krystal Serrano is a symbol of diplomacy and control. Dressed in silk, wrapped in silence, and displayed like a crown jewel at the center of power. But behind the flawless smile lies a woman raised not just to survive, but to rule. When her husband's betrayal ignites a war with the Italian mafia, Krystal is taken. Kidnapped and hidden away by Zachary Romano, the young, ruthless Don who solves problems with bullets and buries questions with bodies. He thought he had captured a soft, obedient mafia wife. What he brought home was a storm in heels. Krystal doesn't beg. She doesn't break. Her silence provokes, her lips taunt, and her gaze slices deeper than any blade. Inside the stone walls of his private villa, control begins to slip. Hatred turns into tension. Tension burns into obsession. And in their world, love always comes with blood on its hands. The ring on her finger still binds her to a man who believes she belongs to him. But what happens when a woman like Krystal meets someone dark enough to understand her, broken enough to match her, and reckless enough to want her? Because there's a difference between loving a woman like Krystal… And trying to own her. And Zach Romano is about to learn—only one man can stand beside her. The rest will be buried.

Belladonna; the devil's favorite flower, a slow sentence of death. Silence, pain and insanity. Artemisia was born being the poisonous root of the family, the shadow on the wall that everyone tried not to see. A legend has fallen upon her since childhood: be loved by her and death will come to you as the poisoning by belladonna, slowly and painfully. As a way to escape from her mother's suffocating wings, Artemisia moved into her great aunt's mansion in to start over and wipe all the blood on her hands. But no matter where it is planted, a poisonous plant will always leave its trail morbid.

Amara Villafuerte thought marriage to Marcus De Guzman would give her stability, but instead it left her lonely and unwanted. In the silence of her loveless marriage, she found herself drawn to the one man she should never desire... Luke, her brother-in-law. He was bold where Marcus was cold, attentive where Marcus was distant. Every glance, every touch between them was a fire she couldn’t put out. Can a woman resist the only man who makes her feel alive, even if he’s the one she’s forbidden to have?

After Roman Archer and I broke up, he devoted himself to academic research. He had finally become successful. During a television interview, he looked just as confident and high-spirited as he had been back then. The host asked whom he most wanted to share this news with. After a brief silence, he called me. “Celeste, thank you for leaving me. My career is thriving now.” I smiled. “Congratulations, Mr. Roman.” He would never know that if I had not left, he would have died.

I laid there unmoving, my hands shivered, my legs twitched as if rooted to the floor, tears rolled down my cheeks as I came to a realization. There laying a few metres away from me laid dad, whose eyes were closed as he drowned in his pool of blood, a deep hole in his heart while he laid unwavering. "Dad...wake up dad, dad please wake up." I squealed and then shook dad severally, but he was long gone, there was no coming back for him anymore, I growl and cried in silence, everything happened too fast.

Once known as Levy, a normal human being, her life was forever changed by an unexpected encounter with a dragon during a sudden attack by Jeffery, her cousin Alice’s vengeful ex-mate. This chance meeting with the dragon prompted a transformation not just of her name, but of her very existence. On the advice of the Dragon Shrine Priest, who received a divine message from the dragon goddess, Levy became Lavina, a name she carried even in the human realm, as a symbol of her new identity linked to the great healer dragon. As Lavina, she built a successful career as a film producer, juggling her human life with her new mystical reality. However, things took a bitter turn when she met her dragon mate, Keenan. Their relationship disintegrated due to Lavina’s inability to bear children, resulting in a heartbreaking severance of their mate bond with the help of a witch. Seeking solace, Lavina found herself drowning her sorrows in a local bar, and in a reckless moment, sought comfort in the arms of a stranger. Ironically, the stranger was Alpha Archer, a man she’d been consciously avoiding since he confessed his feelings for her before her involvement with Keenan. After a gap of five years, their unexpected reunion in the backdrop of an awkward night brought forth a new wave of complications, particularly as Archer was on the verge of marrying a She-wolf under a contractual agreement to make her his Luna. What does the future hold for Lavina and Archer? How will this chance encounter impact Archer’s impending marriage? The story of their intertwined destinies is yet to unfold.

The night Araya was born, the Moon refused her. Marked as wolfless, mocked and forgotten, she grew up as prey in her own pack. Even her fated mate broke the bond with a smirk and left her bleeding at the border — for rogues to finish. But they forgot one thing: Ash remembers. And so does the throne buried beneath it. The forest did not devour her. It bowed. The flame did not die. It waited. Until, in the silence between heartbeats, something older than gods whispered: “She is not blessed. She is not chosen. She is the reckoning the moon tried to silence.” Now Araya walks again — no longer mortal, no longer meek. She is Hollow-Blood reborn, daughter of the fire that swallowed fate, heir to a throne no god dares name. And fate has bound her to Dorian—Azrien—the exiled god chained to shadow and ruin. He expected to crave nothing but vengeance. Until her. Araya is the mate his immortal soul demands, the salvation he denies, and the spark that could either set him free… or burn the world to ash. But enemies stir in silence. Adira, the Luna who would claim the Alpha prince at any cost, forges a pact with a creature older than gods, a monster chained in rot and darkness. The price she pays will rip fate itself open. Betrayals. Forbidden desire. Gods who bleed. Wolves who kneel. And at the heart of it, one truth no prophecy can silence: The gods will end. She will not. And the last prophecy carved into stone whispers: “The Flame That Walks Returns. Let the gods burn first.”

Alex, get up!”
A sharp slap to the leg.
“You think we’re running a daycare down here?”
Fifteen-year-old Alex scrambled out of her pile of thin blankets on the basement floor, eyes wide, limbs sore. Another day, another list of chores. Cooking. Cleaning. Smiles for those who kicked her. Silence for those who didn’t see her at all.
Upstairs…laughter, Alpha Cole’s family was having breakfast. She could smell the cinnamon.
Down here? Mold. Dust. And the quiet ache of a girl who didn’t know she was born to change the world.