Rear Window

Kyla is arranged to be married to Vixen, a powerful mafia boss with an unbroken reputation. To the outside world, he's cold, hard, ruthless, and merciless. She's kind, tender-hearted, beautiful, and caring. Given Vixen's reputation, Kyla doesn't want to fall in love, but soon, she learns that even the coldest hearts have a soft spot, and Vixen's just might be her. And although she doesn't like to admit it, hers might be him. Will they ever find love, or will this be a loveless marriage after all? ------- He raises his fist and I could swear I made a whimpering sound. I turn away and I look at the window as Vixen gets quiet. "Kyla." he says, his cold, hard mask still intact. I look at him, not saying anything, and he shifts in his seat, well aware of why I reacted that way. "Who did it?" he asks. I look down at my hands and I don't reply. "Was it those assholes at the university?" he asks, genuinely concerned. "Kyla?" he says, his fingers brushing against my arm. I jump at his contact and suddenly a tear falls from my eyes. "God." he says as I begin to cry. I can tell he's not used to emotion.... "How was your first day sweetheart?" she asks sincerely. "A couple of frats tried getting in her panties in broad daylight and everyone around was gonna let it happen. How's that sound?" Vixen says, obviously still pissed.

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.”*

The train arrived with a screech of metal on metal, and subconsciously I boarded and found a seat and gazed out the window as if somehow, the tunnel walls rushing by was the only thing that could grant my wish. "I wish you could see me," I whispered the deep words, picturing his face as I spoke. "Like really see me. I wish you could love me just the way I love you." Closing my eyes, I began to feel the weight of the unshed tears behind my eyelids. But just before I brushed them off I murmured again. "Just once, I want to know what it would be like if you truly loved me back." With a final sigh, I wiped the tears fighting to breakfree. Little did I know, some wishes come at a terrible price. When Asher Smith's boyfriend, supermodel Xander Fauler, wakes from a car accident with amnesia, their cold relationship transforms into something passionaate and real. For six blissful months, Asher experiences the love he always craved—until Xander's memories return, along with his icy demeanor. What was once six month's of undeniable love and pleasure just as he had always wanted, slowly turned into a nightmare that he had dreaded so much for the longest time. Amidst the uncertainty of his spot in his love life, Asher began to notice some odd changes in Xander, making him question if their relationship was ever real. As he tries to get a grip of his love life he uncovers a dangerous obsession lurking in Xander's inner circle and a traumatic secret from his past, putting him no way further from his recent doubt, now Asher must decide: walk away from heartbreak or fight for a love trapped beneath scars?

"I can help you destroy them both, if you let me." Scarlett's perfect -well, almost perfect- life shatters when she catches her husband with another woman—on the same day she discovers she's finally pregnant after three years of trying. But when his mistress pushes her through a window fifteen stories high, it's her husband's bitter business rival who catches her fall. Dominic Blackwood offers a cold proposition: marry him and gain the resources to destroy the man who betrayed her. It's a business arrangement—revenge wrapped in a wedding ring. No love. No pretense. Just mutual benefit. But as Scarlett navigates her new marriage of convenience with the enigmatic billionaire who saved her life, she discovers that the line between vengeance and desire blurs dangerously with each passing day. When her heart begins to betray her plans for revenge, will Scarlett discover that falling for her devil's bargain is the most dangerous fall of all?

Do you ever just look out of the window watching the clouds go by and question what your life is meant to be? What am I meant to do? Will I ever meet him? Hi, I’m Nova, a 17 year old about to turn 18 and go join the elites of the wolf world at the elite college known as Winter Garden Academy. It’s the place in which those that are powerful in the packs or have unique abilities go to hone their skills. I am merely the daughter of an omega but I have the ability to read people’s minds, the alpha found it very useful when having to negotiate with other neighbouring packs. I’m unsure why I have such an ability though as usually the children of omegas aren’t blessed by the moon goddess is this way. But now it’s time to take the next step in life and join the elite and royals..

Valarie Blackrose, the heiress of Blackrose Empire, had it all' she was beautiful, rich, courageous and had loving parents who pampered her endlessly. But because of her disability, she became cold by nature and chased away any man who dared come close to her Her parents, desperate to see her happy, secretly offered a business marriage contract to any man from a respected family who could win her heart. ~~~ Scott Foster I had a plan, After cutting ties with my asshole of a father I was going to start a company of my own and prove to him that I wasn’t worthless. But what if things aren’t going as planned, worse of all I find myself in deep debt, I’m desperate and Valarie Blackrose might be my only way out Never in my life did I think I’d stoop so low as to deceive someone like Valarie, but desperation changes everything All morality flies out the window when a desperate father offers me a contract that could be the solution to all my problems, But there’s just one catch though, I have to marry his disabled daughter, keep her happy, and make sure she never finds out about the contract Make her fall in love with me, marry her then divorce her with an excuse It was supposed to be as simple as that" But never had I expected I would end up falling in love with her, I got too greedy not for her wealth but for her love, now dark forces threaten to expose the very truth that could lead me to lose her Will I be able to fight them all and get our happy ending or will our love end in tears and hatred

It was Hana Verlice’s engagement party — but the only thing she could think about was that night six months ago. The night Dante Carter pinned her against the backseat window of his car,cheeks pressed to the glass, her dress lifted to her waists, with his mouth buried between her legs. Now, she was hours away from marrying his older brother. Elijah Osborne Carter — the perfect man, heir to Osborne Pharmaceuticals, and her father’s last hope of saving their crumbling empire. But as she slipped into her designer dress, her mind couldn't stop thinking about the one man she could never have. Dante. The mistake she was supposed to forget. The temptation she swore never to touch again. The younger brother who disappeared after that night and was never supposed to come back. But as she stepped out of her dressing room to join her soon-to-be husband at the party, there he was. Leaning at the foot of the stairs like raw sin. Messy hair. Dark eyes. That cocky mouth that once had her moaning his name in ecstacy. Her pulse quickened as her knees threatened to give out. She tried to breathe. To stay still. But one look at him… and she knew she was in trouble. “What the hell are you doing here?” she whispered, her voice barely holding. He smirked, slow and knowing as his gaze dropped shamelessly to her lips. “Did you miss me, cookie?”

I should have been walking down the aisle. Instead, I was running through the woods in my wedding dress. The white fabric caught on every branch, tearing apart like my life. My name is Camela Siegel. My father is the Mayor, and he sold me to save himself. Vincent Castellano was supposed to be my husband. They call him the Mad Prince, but I learned he’s so much worse than that. His hands trembled when he touched me—sometimes gentle, like I might break, and sometimes rough, like he wanted to overpower me. “You’re mine now,” he’d whisper in the dark corners of that house. “No one else gets to touch you. No one else gets to hurt you but me.” I tried the door handle every day for three months. It only turned from the outside. When help finally came, I thought it was over. I thought I could go home and pretend none of it ever happened. I was wrong. Vincent found my journal—the one where I wrote about him, about what he did to me, and about who he truly is. Now he’s not just keeping me locked up. He’s hunting me. They call him “The Fox” for a reason. He’s patient and waits. When he catches what he’s after, he never lets it go. I can feel him watching me even now—through my bedroom window, from across the street, in the shadows where I can’t see him but I know he’s there. My father thinks making that deal saved his life. He doesn’t realize it destroyed mine. Vincent said he’d keep me until the last day of my life. I’m starting to think that day is coming soon.

Jameson University's biggest scandal this year was the leaked video of Joy Quinn losing her virginity in the campus group chat. The video was taken in the presidential suite of a five-star hotel. Completely naked, Joy Quinn was pinned against the floor-to-ceiling window by a man a head taller than her. The rhythmic sounds never ceased...

Mariin akong napakapit sa bedsheets ng kama sa bawat baon at labas na ginagawa niya. Sobrang init Ng kwartong kinaroroonan naming dalawa na tila ba tinutupok kaming dalawa. "Ugh! You're so hot baby" Ungol nito habang binabayo Ako sa likod at minamasahe Ang dibdib ko, tila ba doe Ang dibdib sa ginagawa nito, patuloy lang ito sa walang humpay Niyang pag bayo hindi ko alam Kong ilang beses akong nanginig sa sarap. Sa laki ba Naman Ng pag-aari niya. "Ughhh I'm coming again" Ungol ko and for an instance, tumirik Ang mata ko sa sarap. Hinihingal kaming pareho, bagsak sa kama at bumabawi Ng lakas dahil sa matinding labanan. I crawled in the top of the bed Saka inihilig Ang sarili sa unan na naroroon. Ilang sandali pa'y gumapang Rin ito papunta sakin Saka ako'y niyakap. Kailangan Kong Gawin to at lunukin Ang delekadesa ko. Kung kasalanan man Ang ginagawa Kong ito handa akong matupok sa apoy Ng impyerno maligtas lang Ang buhay ko. "What is your name?" Napalunok Ako sa laway ko Saka huminga Ng malalim. Just for tonight, I hope someone will save me. "I'm A-a-shanti" Nauutal na sambit ko. I saw him getting up Saka kinuha Ang baso na may lamang alak, nilagok niya ito habang naka talikod sakin at naka harap sa glass window na Mula floor Hanggang ceiling. "P-please---" I swallowed the lump and cleared my throat again before I continued to talk. "Bid for me Mr. Billionaire"