Silence

Maze’s life was forever changed when she was rescued from the brink of destruction–by the very proponent of that destruction— after her pack was invaded and her parents murdered in front of her. Now older, she begins to realize that her saviour's kindness came with a steep price. Groomed to love and worship only him,and deceived into believing that he was her fated mate,Maze is trapped in a toxic relationship. Stuck in between her gratitude for a man she owed her life and her yearning for a love that didn't hurt,she must confront the dark secrets of her past. Will she find the strength to break free, or will the weight of her gratitude silence her forever?

"Love me again; you are my mate," Raymond said, his voice desperate. "I will accept you with everything, Aurora. I am your second chance," another voice echoed from behind, pulling me in a different direction. I thought I knew pain. I thought I could survive anything. Being rejected by my fated mate shattered me, but what came after was worse. Alone and broken, I disappeared, leaving behind the ashes of who I used to be. For three years, I’ve lived in silence, rebuilding a life where no one knows the scars I hide or the strength I’ve found in my solitude. But fate isn’t done with me yet. He’s back. The man who ruined me, who threw me away when I needed him most—Alpha Raymond. Now he wants me again, and he’s not the only one. Another offers me what I thought was impossible—a second chance. But I’m not the same girl they remember. I’ve returned with the one thing that could shatter Raymond’s carefully built world

“Do you think… do you think Steve had anything to do with it?” Her voice was low. The silence that followed said more than words ever could. I didn't know when I moved across the room and got on my knees beside her. I stared into her eyes, “I don't know yet. But I promise you Melissa, I won't let anyone hurt you” I saw her gulp and shift in her chair but I meant every word of that promise. I don't know where the sudden urge to protect her from everything came from, but I wasn't pushing it away. I wanted to protect her, even if it's from her psychopathic husband. Melissa, married to the supposed love of her life, hopes to rekindle the spark between her and her husband. Only to find her husband cheating with his secretary. Melissa is now threatened to stay in a loveless marriage because she has no where to turn to, all her assets gone to the hands of the man she called her husband. Melissa begins to find light as she interacts with her husband’s boss, yes CEO, whereas her husband is a senior partner. Melissa’s husband is threatened by his boss’s kindness towards her. Not wanting to loose Melissa, her arrogant billionaire husband continues to fight to keep Melissa locked away. Will Melissa find peace with her billionaire man? Which billionaire would it be? Will she escape to the light? Or will she be forced to live in her prison villa forever?

Le vampire incontrôlable Prologue - Ne me tuer pas s'il vous plaît . La jeune femme était terrifié par la peur,son assassin l'a regardait avec un sourire noir avant de plonger ses crocs dans la chair de son cou. Après cette phrase , c'était le silence total ,la créature l'a plus immonde et terrifiante venait de faire encore des cadavres en une nuit. Depuis sa venue dans la petite ville de Forcs dans l'état de Washington les habitants sont en perpétuelle peur et anxiété, plusieurs cadavres sont observés chaque jour par la population. Assis sur le sol Alistair Dravenkov avale le sang de sa dernière victime avec satisfaction, c'était une adolescente comme les autres ,oh elles n'avaient vraiment pas de chance se disait t'il. Il aurait tellement aimé se contrôler, tellement aimé ne pas faire tant de cadavre mais il ne le pouvait pas,il ne pouvait pas passer une nuit sans vider plusieurs humains de leur sang . Il essayait de résister à l'odeur du sang mais en vain ,il avait toujours cette soif ,cette insatiabilité de se nourrir de sang encore et encore. Traquer dans les autres pays il était venir se réfugier dans cette petite ville sans défense. Il était déjà très puissant et chaque jour sa puissance s'accroissait,il traquait plus les jeunes adolescentes, c'était jouissif de déguster leur sang goûte par goûte,il aimait ça ,c'était son quotidien. Mais sa soif de sang fit mise à l'épreuve quand il traquait une jeune femme qu'il avait été incapable de mordre et tout bascula dans sa vie quand il apprit ce que cette dernière représentait réellement. Qui était cette humaine que le plus puissant vampire ne pouvais pas touché ?qu'est ce que cette jeune femme avait de si spéciale et qu'elle était son rôle dans la vie de cette créature ?

What Happens when you Fall in love with a guy but you don't know how to tell him. Do you suffer in Silence or You confess?. It gets complicated when that guy is your Childhood best friend who also happens to be close to your brother. Elle Kept her feelings to herself because she was still figuring life out, Until she realized the hard way that time might not be on her side and that she might not actually get the chance to confess to him how she feels. As long as time, new people, growth, adulthood, maturity is involved anything could go wrong.

She froze, breath caught, facing the storm in his delinquent brown eyes. He leaned over her, hands gripping the rail, boxing her in. The air was thick, too heavy to breathe. Her gaze locked on his—unwilling, yet unable, to look away. The closer he leaned, the harder her heart pounded. She bit her lip, nerves twitching. No matter how far she ran, he always found her. “Why do you keep chasing me?” she asked, barely above a whisper. Her voice trembled, as if volume might shatter her. He didn’t answer. Silence roared between them. His stare—cold, unreadable—never left her face. “Do you like me?” she pressed, ignoring the disinterest in his eyes. She needed something. He gave a soft tut, then brushed a strand of hair behind her ear, twirling it lazily. The touch was light, but his closeness made her pulse race. “‘Like’ is a bit heavy, Tinkerbell,” he murmured, voice low and indifferent. The nickname slipped out like smoke—mocking, yet oddly tender. He leaned in, close enough for her to feel his heat. Close enough to unravel her. But his eyes stayed dark. Empty. She swallowed hard, unsure what hid behind them. “It’s strange,” he added, voice softer now. “But you’re the first woman I’ve ever aknowledged as a lady, Snow White.” — She was the good girl. Quiet. Overlooked. Her life, a shadow. No warmth. No safety. For a moment, she thought she’d found love—someone who saw her. Someone worth clinging to. But he broke her. When he left, he took her love—and her self-worth. She hated herself after that. Then she started to rebuild. And that’s when Zachary Gonzalez appeared. Mysterious. Magnetic. Dangerous. Everything she shouldn’t want.

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.”*

As the wife of the Colombian cartel heir, Krystal Serrano is a symbol of diplomacy and control. Dressed in silk, wrapped in silence, and displayed like a crown jewel at the center of power. But behind the flawless smile lies a woman raised not just to survive, but to rule. When her husband's betrayal ignites a war with the Italian mafia, Krystal is taken. Kidnapped and hidden away by Zachary Romano, the young, ruthless Don who solves problems with bullets and buries questions with bodies. He thought he had captured a soft, obedient mafia wife. What he brought home was a storm in heels. Krystal doesn't beg. She doesn't break. Her silence provokes, her lips taunt, and her gaze slices deeper than any blade. Inside the stone walls of his private villa, control begins to slip. Hatred turns into tension. Tension burns into obsession. And in their world, love always comes with blood on its hands. The ring on her finger still binds her to a man who believes she belongs to him. But what happens when a woman like Krystal meets someone dark enough to understand her, broken enough to match her, and reckless enough to want her? Because there's a difference between loving a woman like Krystal… And trying to own her. And Zach Romano is about to learn—only one man can stand beside her. The rest will be buried.

She has never spoken a word. Not because she chose silence— But because life chose it for her. Aradhya Mishra, mute since childhood and walking with a painful limp in one leg, has lived in the background of the world. Quiet, observant, and emotionally scarred, she’s learned to express her thoughts through gestures, eyes that speak volumes, and a heart that still dares to dream. She's fragile on the outside—but only fools mistake her silence for weakness. He was born to dominate. Avyaan Singh Rathore—aka MADVIPER—is the brutal, cold-blooded mafia king. Ruthless, feared, and untouchable, he rules the underworld as the head of the secretive gang THE VEYRIX. His name alone silences rooms. He doesn't believe in love. Doesn't care for innocence. Until he's forced to marry her. A girl who cannot speak. A man who doesn't listen. Tied in a bond neither wanted— And for a reason neither knows. What begins as a mistake turns into something much more twisted. A war of silent stares, guarded hearts, and slow-burning emotions. She's the calm to his storm. The quiet to his rage. And perhaps—the only voice his soul can still hear. But love doesn’t bloom easily in a world soaked with blood and secrets. When two broken souls collide under a lie, Can truth set them free— Or will it destroy them both?

She thought she had it all—a peaceful life, a loving relationship, and a future she could finally count on. But everything shattered the moment she discovered the truth. He never planned to stay. He never planned to love her. He only wanted the child. Forced to make an impossible choice, she vanished, determined to protect the life growing inside her. For years, she lived in silence, hiding the truth, raising a secret no one could ever know. But fate has a cruel way of circling back. When the past resurfaces in the most unexpected way, everything she fought to protect hangs in the balance. The lies. The love. The billion-dollar secret. Some stories aren’t meant to stay buried. And some truths refuse to stay hidden.