Nanami Burned

I tried to hide this secret. But wanting him burned inside me like a fever I could not shake. He is my best friend's brother. The one I should never touch. The kind of guy who could break you without trying. Every girl wanted him. So did I. He was my secret. My late-night fantasy. The one I craved but never dared to want out loud. Then one night, he looked at me like he finally saw me. Touched me like I was the only girl in the world. And just like that, I stopped pretending. Now we are stuck in something messy… Lust, secrets, and stolen nights. I know I should walk away. But I cannot breathe without him. I loved him quietly for years. Now I am his secret. And maybe the next girl he would break her heart. Can I stay alive without him? These feelings would kill me alive.

Viewer discretion advised. Adults 18+ only. Alisa Verene was the stain on her family's name—the illegitimate daughter of House Verene, forever living in the shadow of her perfect half-sister. No matter how hard she tried, no matter how much of herself she gave, she was never enough. Love, praise, and pride were reserved for Naomi. Until him. Victor Ravencroft, the second son of a powerful house, saw her—cherished her—and for the first time in her life, Alisa believed she could be wanted. Loved. But love, too, was a lie. Naomi destroyed her marriage with a single revelation: she was carrying Victor’s child. The affair hadn’t started after the wedding—it had never ended. Alisa had been nothing more than a pawn, a convenient gateway to the woman Victor truly desired. He married her not out of love, but proximity. A sister’s castoff. A wife in name only. Shattered, humiliated, and burned by betrayal, Alisa refused to fall quietly. She demanded a divorce—and with vengeance in her veins, she did the unthinkable. She turned to Leo Ravencroft, Victor’s older brother, the cold and untouchable heir. And with steady eyes and a broken heart, she asked him for a favor that would set the entire Ravencroft name ablaze: A fake marriage. A lie to rival the one that ruined her.

“I am sorry, Mr. Thomas, but I am married—" "To an asshole," Thomas interrupted, his voice dripping with disdain. My eyes flashed with anger. "To my husband," I corrected. Thomas raised an eyebrow. "Your husband doesn't know or care that you're crying because he's in there flirting with another woman." My face burned with shame. "He's just socializing," I defended, frustration betraying my words Thomas snorted. "By trying to get into her pants." He smirked, moving closer while I retreated, the space between us shrinking with every step. "I am sorry, Mr. Thomas, but my marital life is none of your business." "Only I can decide that." He said, his smirk twisting into a snarl I opened my mouth to protest, but he cut me off. “Say one more word and I'll have you right here and now" he said, his voice a low, husky growl. His finger traced the curve of my face, my heart racing and I felt my defenses crumbling. In a lightning-fast move, his lips slammed into mine, crushing me with a kiss that was both savage and intoxicating. ****** Two people, different worlds, with just one thing in common - Secrets. What happens when formidable sparks begin to brew and secrets threatens to unravel?

Blurb "When a flame is extinguished, does it die permanently or does it simply wait for the perfect moment to reignite and consume everything in it's path?" I thought the flame that burned between I and Diego Santoro had been extinguished but five years later, I have been forced to return to him with a shocking truth, he is the father of my son. Diego proposes a contract marriage to me for his own selfish desires and with no choice but to save my son, I accept but I soon discover that I have become trapped in a world of secrets, lies and family vendettas. I realize that I am the pawn in the deadly game. Time passes by and I must confront my own dark past and the real truth about my family's legacy. But what happens when the truth I eventually uncover is not my own but that of the man i have sworn to destroy and the face that stares back at me is not Diego's but my own? My name is Federica Marcello and this is my story.

{UPDATES ON WEDNESDAYS, SATURDAYS AND SUNDAYS} The Storm and The Calm Thea Lysander doesn’t lose — not in court, not in life, and definitely not to love. But years ago, she made one reckless exception: him. Cassian Draven — all fire, fury, swagger, and scars. For three unforgettable months, they burned with a passion that consumed everything. Then, without warning, he vanished, leaving her shattered and alone, replaced by someone softer, safer, and far too perfect for him. Now, Thea is untouchable. A legend in the courtroom, a woman who’s buried her past and built a fortress around her heart. But when a case forces them back together, the past resurfaces in a single message; one Cassian never meant to send. He thought she was just a chapter in his wild, chaotic life. She thought she buried the ache he left behind. But some love stories don’t fade. They simmer, waiting for the right moment to ignite. And now, it’s time for round two.

“You shouldn’t be here,” I whispered, my back hitting the wall. My heart pounded as I stared into his intense blue eyes. “And yet,” he said, moving closer to pin me between his rock hard body and the wall. “You followed me.” His body was not touching mine but I could feel the heat radiating off it, making me feel things I shouldn't. My core was throbbing hard. “Tell me to leave,” he murmured, his mouth so close I could feel his breath on my cheek. “And I will.” I had been warned about him so many times but I just couldn't stay away. “I… can’t,” I breathed. His eyes burned into mine. “Then don’t pretend you want me gone.” *** On my 18th birthday, Alpha Liam chose and marked me. I was chosen to be his luna. Suddenly, his cursed twin brother returned from exile, claiming I was meant to be his. My wolf went wild the moment she sensed his scent. While Liam was warm and caring, his brother was cold and distant. But he watched me with a hunger I couldn't ignore. My wolf burned for him. I was drawn to the darkness. The more I fought it, the more I craved him. I knew that falling for the cursed twin was risking everything including the pack, but there was no going back.

Crimson Bloomed: Ascend Post - Apocalyptic Horror | Action | Yuri Harem | Coming - of - Age | Rated R | Mature Content | Slow Burn The city looked like it had been devoured — chewed up by fire, time, and whatever came after — then spit back out in jagged pieces. Dead drones dangled from power lines like rusted ornaments. Neon signs flickered above fractured pavement, their broken scripts glitching into gibberish. Down the block, a half - melted smartcar burned slow, casting warped shadows across the skeletal remains of a coffee bar. Behind a crumpled tram car, someone crouched low, breath tight in her lungs. The shrieking hadn’t stopped. It came again — sharp, bone-deep, the kind of sound that latched onto your spine and refused to let go. She checked the signal jammer at her hip. Still blinking. Still active. Not for long. They were tracking her. She moved fast — boots silent over broken glass, slipping through the breach in an old laundromat’s wall. Her body moved from muscle memory now: slide through, duck left, over the washer, don’t look at the corpse slumped by the dryer. Out the back. Up the fire escape. On the rooftop, she halted. Not alone. Someone was already there — silhouetted against the bleeding sunset. Combat jacket. Short - cropped hair. Pulse rifle slung casually over one shoulder like it weighed nothing. Like this was just another rooftop, just another war. “Don’t move,” the voice snapped. She lifted her hands slowly. “I’m clean.” “Everyone says that.” “Scan me.” beat. Then the girl stepped forward, rifle still raised but gaze locked in. Dark eyes, sharp, searching — not just for weapons, but tells. Fear. Lies. She lowered the rifle half an inch. “You’re lucky you’re cute.” That wasn’t the line she expected.

Post - Apocalyptic Horror | Action | Yuri Harem | 18+ | Rated R | Mature Content | Slow Pace It started with a kiss I don’t remember giving. A rooftop. A moan. Someone’s fingers buried in my hair like they belonged there. A mouth on my throat that said I tasted like something they lost in another life. I wasn’t dreaming. The city was already cracking beneath me. Power grids flickering like dying stars. Tech failing. Screens static. The sky bruising in strange new colors. Everyone said it was coincidence. Collapse. Noise. But I knew better. The moment I felt her breath on my skin — even if I couldn’t see her — I knew the end had already arrived. And I had something to do with it. Ten butterflies followed me after that. Not literal ones. Not always. They shimmered in my periphery. Each the wrong color. Each too vivid. Each drawn to me like heat to blood. They touched me in dreams. They watched me when I undressed. They whispered without words. I could taste their want. Some called me cursed. Broken. Unstable. But the truth is simpler. I’m blooming again — and they all feel it. They don’t love me. They remember me. They remember what I used to be — what I still am, underneath the silence. One of them burned me with just a kiss. One broke my spine with kindness. One slid her hand under my shirt like it was always hers. One cries when she touches me. One never speaks, but her eyes dig. One wants to keep me. One wants to ruin me. And one just wants to finish what we started. They think I’m choosing. I’m not. My body already did. And now the bloom inside me is turning darker.

Mirabella Jones grew up chasing success, her eyes set on fame as an actress. Her father walked out, leaving her to care for a sick mother while he built a new life with his mistress. The hunger to climb the ranks of stardom burned in her, pushing her forward. One night, a mistake rewrote her path. The drug which she had prepared for a famous actor slipped into the wrong glass. Aiden Hayes, a powerful business tycoon with a deep aversion to touch, ended up in her bed instead. Aiden didn’t let it end there. He offered Mirabella a proposal—marriage, but with strings attached. Behind the offer hid his own motive. She wasn’t a bride. She was an experiment, a possible cure for the illness that twisted his mind and body after trauma shut him off from women. As the truth begins to surface, Mirabella stands at a crossroads. Can she forgive the deception? And when Aiden confesses the feelings that crept up on him, will she accept the love he never planned to find?

Valerie was the love of Brian’s life but she saw his devotion as manipulation and despise him. After the tragic loss of her mother, Valerie felt she had nothing left to live for and vanished without a trace. Her step-sister, Jane, reveled in her disappearance. Seizing the opportunity, she wove a web of lies - accusing Brian of murdering Valerie. She whispered poison into his parents' ears, claiming they had been lovers before he turned violent. To her delight, they believed her over their own son. Now, Jane had one demand: marriage. To silence her and "protect" their family's reputation, Brian’s parents forced him to agree. But behind his cold obedience burned a deadly resolve - he would kill her before their honeymoon ever began. On the wedding day, Jane stood at the registry in her lavish gown, triumphant. Brian was ready to leave the house with his family, his heart steeled for vengeance. Then, a stranger appeared. A woman no one expected, with a pair of twins in her arms. Secrets will unravel. Blood will spill. And before the night ends, someone will die. Will Brian get his revenge… or will the lies destroy him first?