Pixie Hollow Bake Off

By the fifth year of my marriage to Noah Lester, everyone insisted that I, Emma Newman, was his eternal muse. But I knew the truth. Behind my back, Noah cycled through a parade of fresh-faced, eager lovers. He even flaunted them at social gatherings, swapping one for another with shameless ease. When friends teased him—"Didn’t you swear Emma was the love of your life? Why the revolving door of mistresses?"—he’d just laugh, arms slung around his latest conquests. "Once you’ve caught your muse the glow fades. Give me someone new and tender any day—at least they keep things exciting." So I began plotting my escape. What Noah never realized was that I had grown tired of him, too. Tired of this life, of these performances. I was done.

Princess CARLOTTA - that was her name. Young, pretty, smart, and most importantly, crazy. She's not the regular kind of princess you must've read in books or heard about. CARLOTTA was always seen on the streets, playing, fighting and causing commotions. Go to the busiest places in the Kingdom. She's CARLOTTA, always found making troubles around - marketplaces, farms, just mention. When her father, King GABRIELLE had tried every possible way to tame CARLOTTA but all to no avail, and so he had to Marry Her Off to an heartless Master of the Lorenzo's Community—in thought that she'd learn her lesson and change. Master LORENZO, the man who kills without giving a second thought and had lost two wives mysteriously. ~ Let's watch it on how CARLOTTA got MARRIED OFF and becomes the Master's third wife.

Marina Hunter is your average teenage girl– detached from the world, absorbed in books and music until she meets the choleric boy across the street, cocky and talented, Darnell McCoy and feels things she's only ever felt once for her best friend, Playboy Jason Kuyper. As Marina tries to navigate junior year at Silver Lake High alongside family drama, an ensuing love triangle, her phobias... A happy ending is pretty uncertain.

I am Kira Reed and for as long as I can remember, I have worked in his company. But I had enough! He’s such a despicable man to the point I couldn’t resist his tyranny. Or maybe that's what I want to make myself believe. Who am I kidding? Besides, the holidays are coming and I really want to go home this year. ............... After submitting her resignation, Kira goes to her home village, Hollow Peak, a dreamy settlement at the foot of the mountain. All she wants is to have a quiet holiday in the company of her loving family, away from her despicable boss, Gabriel. But unwilling to let her go, Gabriel goes after her and things get complicated. In between Christmas preparations, Gabriel’s hating of the holidays, and the love that slowly ignites in his heart for his young copywriter, the two discover the miracle of Hollow Peak.

When Stella Carpenter transfers money to her brother without my permission for the third time, I decide that it's time to give up. I quit my high-paying job and laze around at home all day, gaming and waiting to be fed. It only takes three days for Stella to panic. She points at me and asks what the hell I'm doing. We have bills and our daughter's tuition to pay—we need money for everything! Oh, so she does realize that we spend a lot on our family. Why does she keep taking my money to give to her brother, then?

Ares is her brother's best friend. Thirty-four, engaged to the perfect woman, and completely forbidden. Yet, Scarlett cannot stop watching him. At twenty-two, fearless, and cherished by her older brother, she knows she should do what is right and avoid the blue-eyed man across from her. Each forbidden glance and touch intensifies their bond, threatening to unravel their worlds and guarantee heartbreak. And Scarlett’s brother has just made her start her internship at his office. Someone is secretly watching, intent on destroying them. As Scarlett gets closer to Ares, the danger around her increases. Secrets, betrayal, and obsession meet at a crossroad in a love they were never meant to have. Yet, I can't resist.

Our seventh wedding anniversary. I sat at the dining table—alone. My phone buzzed, lighting up with two messages. First, from Tom: [Working late at the office tonight.] Second, anonymous: [Tom is incredible. Can you even keep up?] Attached was a picture of him, lips locked with a woman I didn't recognize. I blew out the candles on the anniversary cake. Eyes shut, I typed back: [Let's divorce.]

The day after the new year, during a family gathering, my aunt sneered at me as I worked overtime, reviewing a proposal. "Why are you pretending to be so busy? It’s not like we don’t know you only make three thousand a month. Real money-makers are people like my daughter, a designer so successful she doesn’t even have time to come home!" I ignored her, but she directed her spoiled son to delete all my files while I was in the bathroom. My hands trembled with rage. "This proposal is due in ten minutes—if I don’t submit it, everything is ruined!" She scoffed dismissively. "He’s just a kid. What could he possibly know? Besides, your job isn’t even worth much. If you lose the files, you lose them. Worst case, you get fired." I chuckled coldly but said nothing. She had no idea it was the proposal her daughter had spent an entire month working on. And I was the client who held her daughter’s fate in my hands.

Back in the day, in the legal world, Finn Cross and I were the top dogs. Untouchable. He ran New York, a king in criminal defense, never lost a case. I held down Boston, crushing it in civil court. People in the biz used to say it was a good thing we weren't in the same city. If we were, we’d have gone head-to-head, and it was anyone's guess who'd come out on top. But they never would've guessed. Three years ago, I, Victoria Sterling, quietly married Finn Cross. And just like that, the legend of "Vicky" was locked away. I was willing to leave my career behind, to be the quiet, supportive woman behind the great man. I made his coffee, went with him to all sorts of events, and left a light on for him when he came home late. But when Elena, the one he’d always carried a torch for, showed up again, I couldn't keep up this charade anymore.

They called me cursed. A nobody. A mistake birthed by the moon. When Amira Cross is rejected by her fated mate, Alpha Ronan Thorn, in front of the entire Winter Hollow Pack, her world crumbles. Branded weak and unworthy, she vanishes into exile. But fate is far from done with her. Rescued by a mysterious rogue prince with a familiar face and no memory, Amira uncovers a hidden bloodline that once ruled the werewolf world. As betrayals rise like frost, a war brews between ancient blood oaths and modern power plays. Her rejection? Just the beginning. Because Amira isn’t just a forgotten omega. She’s the last Bloodbound—heir to a throne long erased, hunted by those who swore she never be born. And she just remembered everything