Longing Eyes

Juliet Wagner had been by Morgan Byron's side for so long that she knew she was merely a pair of eyes for his beloved moonlight. Scattered throughout the city, there were countless others like her, serving as substitutes. They might be like her eyes, or her mouth, or her nose. But she knew they would never form the real her. Until, someone who looked exactly like her appeared.

Billionaire Bennett Graham urgently needed a wife to close a business deal but his fiancée wasn’t ready to tie the knots yet. So his grandmother picked the most unassuming maid for him. Everything was supposed to go incredibly well, and all he had to do was wait until he divorced her a year later. But after seeing Maliyah’s ocean eyes…it wasn’t looking simple anymore. *** Before I could get her up, it was as if she felt the light and an uncomfortable sound came out of her mouth. "Uh-huh..." She raised her hand to cover her eyes. But I didn't have time to wait for her to wake up, so I told her to "Get Up." My voice seemed to scare her, and her light-fearing eyes suddenly widened and she kept moving to the corner. The only voice in the quiet art room was her fear-filled voice, "No...please...go away...don't come close to me." She was afraid of me? I hadn't even spoken to her before, what was she afraid of? This was definitely not going to work, I couldn't talk to her if she couldn't calm down. Then I moved closer to her, my hand on her trembling shoulder, and I whispered soothingly “Calm down.I’m not going to hurt you.I’m not going to hurt you.”I assured and then she moved her hair away from her face as if to stare at me properly. Our eyes met.It was that moment. It felt as if I was enchanted for a moment. Those ocean eyes were the most beautiful eyes I’ve ever seen.

Never has it been known for there to be a mistake when it comes to the mating process, Never. Every wolf finds a mate, falls in love, has kids, and the cycle continues… But when James, a twenty-four year old beta, spends years without a mate, one can only imagine otherwise. Eventually coming to the conclusion that he might not have been given one. Until he meets Adria. A bold, determined and dominant twenty-one year old girl in his pack, who also hasn't had luck finding her mate. After meeting Adria, the idea of a mate seems unimportant, as if Adrias existence soothes the longing for the mate he never got. Nevertheless, James tries hard to stay away from her, feeling vulnerable by the possibility that he can fall for her. Something about Adria though seems to always be luring him in; her voice, her face...her body. As if made by the same creator, Adria also doesn't seem to get enough of the hot beta that always seems to be sparking up a blazing passion within her. Confused by these strange feelings they soon come to find lies, secrets, and betrayal hidden by the closest people in their life. What happens when they come to the conclusion that they're not mates, just a nice distraction, before their mates come along. If they ever show… And what if they show? Can they leave everything they fought so hard to keep? Both thought they had their whole life figured out, in the end it was all an illusion. This is not your average Wolf story!

Of the five boys who'd been raised to marry me, Lance Riverford was the one who hated me the most. And yet, he was the one I loved the most. Three times I was reborn, and three times I forced him to be my husband. Each time ended the same way—he and his childhood sweetheart killed me. When I opened my eyes for the fourth time and met that same look of loathing in his eyes, something inside me finally let go. I turned away and chose his rival, Jace Elden, as my husband instead. But at the wedding, Lance demanded with tears in his eyes, "Why did you choose someone else this time? Are you doing this just to spite me?" That was when I realized… he'd been reborn too.

The day Henry decided to marry my best friend, I turned into a joke in everyone’s eyes. He lifted my chin and stared into my eyes bewitchingly. “If you admit your fault, I can overlook your mistakes and start over again with you.” I obeyed and uttered the words, “I was wrong.” And yet, with mocking eyes, he sneered, “I can’t believe you’re this cheap, Julia.”

"How much?" She asked angrily. Completely ignoring the fact that he called her something in spanish."One million dollars!" He spoke with an emotionless face. She understood it now. The maids didn't get too much pay and like this it will take her whole life paying off the debt. That is why he's so smug.She was in her own thoughts when his next words got her curiosity."There's a way through which you can pay the whole amount at once. Then you'll be free to return to your family." He spoke in a deep voice.Her bright blue eyes met with his icy grey orbs. For the very first time she saw an emotion in his eyes other then anger. His icy grey orbs roamed at her body from head to toe. She felt chills at his gaze. His eyes turned darker and a smirk plastered on his face."Sleep with me."She took a step back at his words. Her blue orbs widen in shock. "W-What?" She stammered. Her blood turned cold at his words. She felt so exposed under his gaze at that moment, that she wanted to claw at his eyes until he bleeds."Have sex with me. Then I'll let you free-" Slap!^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^Alizey a 21 year old girl who is a university student,and lives happily with her family. She is a hijjabi and a practicing Muslimah. For her, her family is everything,and she can do anything for them.Alexander, the boss of the under world, known as Alex. He is ruthless,stone hearted man. What happened when he lays his eyes on a girl, who can never be his. What will he do to get her.READ TO FIND OUT.

Ember Crown of Promise is a sweeping romance fantasy novel about calling, courage and the quite power of sacrificial love. For ten years, the Ember Crown- the ancient symbol of rightful rule has remained cold and with it, the kingdom has withered. Famine spreads, hope falters, and every attempt to force the crown's power has ended in vain. When the Crown finally stirs, it does not awaken for a conqueror or a battle-hardened heir, but for Alina, a reluctant princes who will rather heal than rule. Chosen without seeking power, Alina must navigate a court longing for spectacle and control, where hope is easily weaponized and patience is mistaken for weakness. As she learns that true authority is earned through surrender, not dominance, Alina begins a journey from weak to strong, discovering that bravery often looks like restraint and leadership like service. At her side stands Cael, a disgraced warrior bound by loyalty, respect and an unspoken devotion that deepens as danger grows. Together, they face political intrigue, rising unrest, and enemies who fear a crown that can not be controlled. Blending emotional romance with epic fantasy stakes, the Ember Crown of Promise is a story of a princess and brave warrior showing that destiny is not claimed but carried. With action, faith-aligned themes, and a strong female lead who rises through courage and conviction this novel invites readers into a world where light is costly, love is restrained and hope is forged through promise rather than power.

Many years ago, Katniss had to face the bitter truth about the person she loved the most. After waiting for months to tell him about her pregnancy following years of longing, she witnessed her husband marrying another woman right before her eyes. It was a brutal betrayal. She was humiliated and accused of infidelity, with claims that the child she carried was the result of an affair. Her mother-in-law and husband demanded she sign the divorce papers. With the last shred of her dignity, Katniss agreed. “Sign the divorce papers and leave!” her husband demanded firmly, not giving Katniss a chance to explain. Filled with anger and disappointment, Katniss replied, “You... you will regret this. I am truly innocent. This is just manipulation from people who want to destroy me!” Katniss was left alone with her child and fled the city, trying to find a new life after such a severe betrayal. Living was a daily and nightly torment, but she endured it for her daughter, her little princess, the light of her life. But fate had other plans. Katniss eventually became a symbol of respect and admiration among the people. Her life finally seemed bright and promising—until she met him again, the man she hated so much. Will Katniss forgive him after all he has done to her? Especially after she discovers all the secrets James has been hiding from her—secrets that will make Katniss question her feelings for James once again?

Clara stood in the middle of the glass room with her transparent clothes, holding back her embarrassment while trying to cover her body with both hands. There were cheers from outside the glass room and naughty looks from the hungry men. "1 million," "5 million," "7 million," Everyone placed a bet on Clara at a fairly low price, tears kept going to roll down Clara's rosy cheeks. Her body was almost shaky and she couldn't meet everyone's eyes, she was like a kitten amidst a hungry lion. "50 million," A man's voice that surprised her made their eyes meet. A most dangerous mafia chief raises his betting cards and shocks everyone. Steven looked at Clara with a grin, as if he was ready to eat Clara alive. His eyes were sharp like a wolf's, and it was him.

In the coastal quiet of Baler, a studio is born—not of architecture, but of intention.* Founded by Yam, a poet whose words cradle pain gently, and Franc, an artist who paints tenderness into walls, the studio becomes a refuge for those learning to stay—with grief, love, longing, and themselves. As visitors arrive, they leave behind more than footprints: a sigh recorded in bamboo, a poem tucked into the “Found Letters” shelf, a mural painted in crooked lines. Through zines, tea, silence, and sketchbooks, the studio teaches softness as revolution. Ren creates the *Window of Soft Returns*, an installation of anonymous voice recordings—each whisper forming a community of echoes. Drew builds the *Staircase With No Wrong Turns*, inviting people to walk through emotions without shame. Franc offers brushstrokes as brave work, and Yam curates writing circles that map healing in half sentences. Together, they host festivals that feel like hugs, and they begin traveling their archive, letting softness cross oceans. Even those who once left—like Miguel—return, discovering that some doors never truly close. Others, like Tala, capture the studio’s sound and turn it into a podcast of breath and becoming. Over seventy chapters, the studio transforms into something larger than itself: a mural of memory, a sanctuary for second chances, a place where return is sacred and voice is proof of survival. In the final bloom, the studio stands not as a monument—but as a reminder: > *“Staying isn’t easy. > But chosen together, > it becomes home.”*