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Phoebe has always been the quiet good girl who followed the rules. Until one night she poured every filthy fantasy she had about the school’s golden boy, Conrad, into a handwritten letter. That letter was never meant to be read by anyone. But it fell into the hands of the one person who should never have seen it—Seth Astor. Her new stepbrother. Now Seth holds her most dangerous secret, and he’s not giving it back. Not unless Phoebe agrees to become his personal assistant for two months. Total obedience. No questions. No escape. What starts as blackmail slowly turns into something far more dangerous—forbidden desire, burning tension, and a game neither of them can st

Annie Halden was the exact definition of a wallflower. She lived on the sidelines, didn't like attention and worried too much. She wrote letters to herself as her way to get her thoughts out. She never told anyone or let anyone see. Leo Smith, one of the school star athletes and most popular boys, found one of her letters. He started breaking into her locker to read the letters every time there was a new one. He grew concerned about her and wanted to protect her, he wanted to know why she was so broken and who hurt her, he wanted her to know he was there for her - be her shoulder to lean on. How would this friendship work out with Annie being as shy and quiet as she is, never

“You are nothing but a fat ugly duck! and I would never accept you as my mate!” ★★★ What Yeren didn't expect on the day of prom was her dear mate/ boyfriend rejecting her brutally. Claiming she meant absolutely nothing to him and mocking her body size in front of the entire school. She was humiliated and mocked by fellow students and she battled to leave the crowd, thinking her misery had come to an end not until she pumped into the Trio brothers and broke an artistic pearl worth millons that belonged to them. Things take a swift turn when they ask her to pay for it or have to serve time as their maid for the rest of her life. "You belong to us now! consider it a bondage contract.”

My best friend and my husband, Lorenzo Bartoli, fought every time they met. Lorenzo was the Don of the family, while my best friend was his Consigliere. She always fiercely opposed his most ruthless, high-risk decisions. Tempers explode every single time. But there was one rule that they both agreed on without any hesitation. No one was allowed to touch me. Because of them, no one in the city dared to cross me. Until the fifth month of my pregnancy, when I went down to the basement vault to organize Lorenzo's guns for him. I opened the safe to see stacks of letters, hundreds of them, all unsent. I picked one up. The moment I opened the letter, cold dread overwhelmed me. The receiver o

Sixteen-year-old Ava never expected her future to show up in the form of a letter. When she discovers a mysterious envelope slipped under her bedroom door—written in handwriting that looks eerily like her own—she brushes it off as a cruel prank. But the message inside is impossible to ignore: Tomorrow, do not take the shortcut home. If you do, he will never wake up. The next day, Ava changes her routine. And in doing so, she prevents a tragedy that could have cost her best friend his life. More letters arrive, each warning her of choices she hasn’t made yet—choices that will unravel family secrets, test her friendships, and place her in the middle of a dangerous puzzle only she can

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 bu

There's this unspoken rule in werewolf high society: no matter how tight the mate bond is, business banquets mean booking a hostess. Six years into our bond, my Alpha mate—Brian Stormclaw—met one. Louise. A scrappy Omega with too much pride and not enough sense. When he offered her his black card, she pushed it back and said, "I'm not some Alpha's pampered pet." Brian? Instantly hooked. Like the Moon Goddess herself had dropped her in his lap. He chased her like he wanted her mark on every pack crest. But he forgot something—I was the Luna he wrote ninety-nine love letters to before I said yes. I didn't beg. Didn't snap. Every time he chose her over me, I lit another letter. First one

Nairobi-based talented pastry chef Amina Mwangi leads a carefully structured, quiet life where she takes comfort in routine and warmth at her small bakery. She is secluded and harbors an inner yearning for something beyond her own existence, as evidenced by the anonymous letters she exchanges with a mysterious man who seems to have heightened empathy for her. Upon hearing from her pen pal Ethan that he's in Nairobi and wants to meet him, Amina is suddenly drawn into heightened emotions of love, intrigue, and uncertainty. She learns that she has no safe world yet. Her unwavering best friend Daniel, who has always been her confidant, begins to feel uneasy as she lays eyes on the man behind

A Werewolf's Vow: Mated by the Letter To my dearest stranger, My day has been so tough to the point that I almost wanted to end my life. Wanted to slash my throat with a knife, drink and eat something with poison, or even planned to drown myself. Why was the world so mean to me? Why is my life this miserable? And why can they just leave me alone? I can't take it anymore. I only wanted to live a normal life, away from humiliation, deprivation, and bad luck. So, I'm writing this letter, thinking you might hear me out. Funny, but this is the only way I could express my thoughts. And for the record, this has been my eighth and final letter to send off. And whoever you are

Séraphine used to be the beloved werewolf of the Red Moon pack and a wise strategist. She eventually got to marry her crush, Daxter, the Alpha's son. She thought fate was on her side, but everything soon turned upside-down. Not only was she not able to conceive an heir in three (3) years, but she gained insignificant weight and lost all the love she was once proud of. Including having to endure Daxter's indifference. On the day she died in prison, she learned that her little sister, whom she loved, was responsible for all the predicament she went through, including poisoning her and making her lose her wolf. Séraphine died with deep-rooted regret, swearing that if there was a