Day6 Like A Flowing Wind

New York’s youngest bestselling author at just 19, India Seethal has taken the literary world by storm. Now 26, with countless awards and a spot among the highest-paid writers on top storytelling platforms, it seems like she has it all. But behind the fame and fierce heroines she pens, lies a woman too shy to chase her own happy ending. She writes steamy, swoon-worthy romances but has never lived one. She crafts perfect, flowing conversations for her characters but stumbles awkwardly through her own. She creates bold women who fight for what they want yet she’s never had the courage to do the same. Until she met him. One wild night. One reckless choice. In the backseat of a stranger’s car, India lets go for the first time in her life. Roman Alkali is danger wrapped in desire. He’s her undoing. The man determined to tear down her walls and awaken the fire she's buried for years. Her mind says stay away. Her body? It craves him. Now, India is caught between the rules she’s always lived by and the temptation of a man who makes her want to rewrite her story. She finds herself being drawn to him like a moth to a flame and fate manages to make them cross paths again. Will she follow her heart or let fear keep writing her life’s script?

The champagne was flat, much like the expression on Julian’s face. "It’s not that I don’t love you, Elara," he said, adjusting his $5,000 suit jacket. "It’s just that you’ve become... predictable. I need a woman who challenges the world, not someone who waits for me to come home and tell her what color the sky is." Elara felt the sting of the words more than the cold wind on the balcony. For six years, she had been Julian’s shadow. She had curated his life, managed his moods, and dimmed her own light so he could shine brighter. And now, on the night of his company’s gala, he was discarding her like an outdated software update. "Predictable?" she whispered, her voice cracking. "Go home, Elara. I’ve already had your things moved to the guest house. We can talk about a settlement in the morning." She didn't wait for the morning. She didn't wait for the "settlement." She walked out into the rain, her silk dress clinging to her skin like a second, cold layer of grief. It wasn't until three days later, sitting in a dingy motel with nothing but a suitcase and a bruised soul, that the notification popped up on her phone. ARE YOU READY TO LIVE FOR YOURSELF? ENTER THE SURVIVAL GAME. WIN YOUR FREEDOM. Elara stared at the golden icon on the screen. It felt like a trap. Or maybe, it was the only way out.

Born to the royal family of the White Fur Park in the kingdom of Alacia, Emal was a seventeen years old teenage boy of the royal family of the pack. Powerless and wolfless unlike every other wolves in the pack, he was constantly bullied by his peers and family. He tried everything in his power to be like everyone—if at all he couldn't be more than them as required by his royal status, all to no avail. Not until he met her. A torrential rain that calms a wildfire. A tiger that makes friend with it's hunter. She is Arya, the one with two shocking identities. The last bloodline of the most powerful beings to ever exist who are believed to have gone extinct. They became the closest friends ever, always standing up for themselves and protecting each other. They stick together always like a kangaroo and it's newborn. Slowly, he discovered himself, his powers began to awaken. But an unforseen gust of wind created distance between them. It's yet to know if they will end up killing each other under the deceptive game of destiny! One protects, the other kills! Who will decide the victory after all? The trial begins anyway.

MOONSTRUCK HEARTS Elena Carter has always felt like an outsider in the small town of Ravenwood, but nothing in her quiet life prepares her for Jace Wolfe—the mysterious new student with golden eyes and an undeniable pull she can't explain. From the moment he arrives, the air around her shifts, charged with something wild and unspoken. Jace is more than just a stranger. He’s a secret wrapped in shadows, a storm barely held at bay. And when Elena starts experiencing strange sensations—heat on her skin, whispers in the wind, dreams that feel more like memories—she realizes their connection is more than just attraction. It’s fate. But Jace has his own demons to fight. He’s hiding something dangerous, something that could tear them apart before they even begin. Because in the world he comes from, love isn’t just complicated—it’s deadly. As their bond deepens and the truth begins to unravel, Elena is forced to question everything she thought she knew about herself, about Jace… and about the wolves that lurk in the dark. Will she run from the truth—or embrace the beast that calls to her? ---

The silver fur of the rogue slowly vanished, and its four legs turned into a pair of hands and feet. Hair emerged, flowing from the top of its head and cascading down to its chest. The hair was beautiful, a silvery blonde, like a waterfall kissed by sunlight. Scott was stunned as he gazed upon the naked body lying before him. The rogue was... a woman? * Scott hates women. All because at seven, he witnessed his mother cheating with the Beta of Silvercrest, a pack led by his father. Since then, all that’s on Scott’s mind is how to give the best out of him as the Future Alpha. He never has time, nor cares, for love and a mate. However, when his father requires him to have a mate as a condition to become Alpha, he has no choice but to accept the arranged marriage set by his father. Scott thinks everything is settled until a rogue named Ciara comes into his life and claims him as her mate. Can Scott face Ciara, who is so possessive of him? And who Ciara really is? * Throughout her lifetime, Ciara has never known what it feels like to be part of a pack. Until an incident forces her to break into Silvercrest territory and leads her to meet Scott Griffith, the future Alpha who drives her wolf crazy. He wants her... but Scott rejects her. The only thing he wants from her is knowledge of her past. Yet Ciara won’t give it to him if all she gets is expulsion from his side.

After 6 years of a toxic and messy marriage, Duncan has reached his limit with his wife’s wantons. No amount of therapy can ever save their marriage, let alone make him fall in love with the mother of his daughter. On the verge of breaking, he meets a little, wild girl at the strip club, who enlightens everything that has died in him. The little girl is all he could think about and just when he thinks of revisiting the club to see her again, she walks into his class Monday morning, looking like an entirely different human from the wild feral feline she was two nights ago. Intrigue strikes him hard, and all he wants is to get to know her more. Knowing well that what he wants could mean an end to his career, he has to choose whether he throws caution to the wind and go with the flow, or bury his feelings and be miserable forever!

Maya a human who was bitten by a werewolf, found herself torn between Ian and Mike. Her one chance at having a normal life goes to the wind, when she began having signs of being a werewolf. With the people of Spadeville incensed about the wolves attacking them, being a werewolf wasn't something they wished for at that moment.

After her heart was shattered due to her lover's decision to marry the director's daughter at their workplace, Hayle, an obstetrician, is determined to win back her former lover by implanting Lucas's embryo into her womb.But disaster strikes when the seed is accidentally swapped, and Hayle must come to terms with the fact that she is pregnant with an unknown man's child. Amidst her dilemma of whether to continue her pregnancy or terminate it, Hayle must confront the mysterious man who claims to be the father of the baby she is carrying. Another issue is that the man is unhappy that she is pregnant with his child."Who are you?" Hayle's eyes darted around as she saw the figure of the man in front of her."If you dare to do anything to my baby inside your womb, you will know who I am!" The voice, like the wind in winter, left Hayle frozen in place. Her lips trembled uncontrollably. "Al-alright."

Eight months into my pregnancy, my husband finally makes time from his police duties to go to a prenatal checkup with me for the first time. The moment we step into the hospital, his satellite-encrypted phone buzzes urgently. The caller ID flashes briefly, and just like that, the man who's always calm and collected panics. "Honey, it's a red alert. Another international fugitive just crossed the border. I… I'm sorry…" He's clearly anxious, yet his tone is firm, leaving no room for argument. After apologizing, he rushes off. As I watch his SUV speed out of sight, my fist clenches tightly, crumpling the prenatal checkup sheet. I flag down a cab, slide into the car, and swiftly instruct the driver, "Follow that car. Don't lose it." A Red Notice for a fugitive? What a joke. My father, who works at the National Security Agency, barely catches wind of a notice like that. Yet, somehow, a mere police chief who only assists with cases is suddenly tasked with catching a high-priority criminal. Fine, then. I can't wait to meet the superior who's given him such an urgent assignment.

When I opened my eyes, I found myself supposedly transmigrated to some ancient era. Every morning, before light touched the sky, someone would yank me out of bed to haul trash, chop wood, and do whatever filthiest job needed doing. Somehow, I'd become the lowest-ranked servant in the entire estate. The estate lord's son would climb onto my back and ride me around the courtyard like some pet he was proud to show off. Anyone in the household could hit me, kick me, or shove me aside, and not a single soul would speak up. Five years passed like that, so awful that I almost lost my mind, as if I were living in hell. Then one day, a group of servants cornered me. They didn't bother hiding their intention. The moment I saw their faces, I knew I was in trouble. Fists flew, boots landed, and everything blurred. Just before I passed out, I heard them whispering, "We're going to kill him if we keep this up." "Come on. This place only looks like some old noble estate. It's not an actual one. If he dies here, we're the ones who'll get dragged to court!" "Relax. Ms. Shaw will handle it. The idiot pissed off her childhood sweetheart. Getting tricked into this place is exactly what he deserves." Fear swallowed everything, and the world went dark. When I woke again, the lady of the house had conveniently "returned from visiting her family." The lord threw a grand celebration with tables full of food, wine flowing, and musicians playing like nothing had happened. I carried dishes into the banquet hall and lifted my head. Her face was the same as my wife's, Melissa Shaw. I set the final dish down, stepped closer, and in a voice only she could hear, asked, "Ma'am… are you enjoying your little game?"