Silent A Words

College best friends and roommates Moon Cho-ae and Kim Young-mi find themselves constantly blurring the lines between friendship and romance. Forks appear up in the road ahead as they find themselves further apart with more unspoken words between the two of them.

Alexa. Queen bee. Popular. And above all, secretly mischievous. Devon. Silent rebel. Bike guy. Bad boy When these two cross paths, will sparks ignite, or will thunders roar? When Alexa pranks her boyfriend as revenge for forgetting their date night, everything seems to be fun, except that she pink spray painted the wrong bike. Turns out, it's the school's new student. A handsome devil too, that's seriously pissed with her. When their game of who intimidates who turns into more, Alexa isn't sure if she can trust him with her heart.

When Éric brings home a young woman with a disturbing look, he tells his wife, Clara, that she is his distant cousin coming to stay with them temporarily. Clara, suspicious, reluctantly accepts this intrusive presence in their home. But very quickly, the exchanged glances, the unexplained absences, and the silent tensions sow doubt. Because this "cousin" is not one… she is Éric's mistress. Between lies, manipulations, and forbidden passion, Clara's home becomes the stage for a betrayal orchestrated under her own roof. How far will Éric go to protect his secret? And what will happen when Clara discovers the truth?

Ean's face twisted with anger as he grabbed me by the arm, dragging me toward the old, rusted freezer in the corner of the warehouse. "You're going to feel what Helen felt," he spat. "Maybe that'll teach you not to mess with her." I struggled against him, panic rising in my chest. "Ean, this is insane! It was an accident! Let me explain—" He wasn’t listening. He shoved me inside the freezing metal box and slammed the door shut. The echo of the lock clicking into place made my heart pound in my ears. I banged on the door with my fists. "Ean, please! You can’t do this!" I screamed, but the sound of his footsteps grew fainter as he walked away. He left me with nothing but a single bowl of water, like I was some kind of prisoner. I slumped against the cold metal, shivering. The temperature plummeted almost instantly. The hum of the freezer kicked in, and I realized too late—it wasn’t broken like he thought. It was working, and I was trapped. My body shook uncontrollably as the cold seeped into my bones. I screamed for help until my throat was raw, clawing at the walls in desperation. My bloody handprints smeared across the icy surface, a silent plea for mercy that no one would hear. Seven days passed. When Ean finally returned, the look on his face was one of smug satisfaction. He had expected me to beg, to apologize. But when they pried open the freezer, all they found was my frozen body, stiff and silent, my suffering long over.

Shamsiya, a conservative, unconfident, and optimistic woman, juggles part-time jobs to support her husband of 2 years in chasing his singing career. Silent and submissive to his every abuse, the betrayal of being sold like a used property shatters her world and throws her into the dark and brutal world of supernatural beings. In the middle of savagery and brutality, how will a fragile, seemingly ordinary, woman survive? ------------------------------------------------------------- Follow me on my socials! Early releases on Patreon, sneak peeks on Instagram, fun activities, contests, and chats on discord. Patreon: patreon.com/Raising_Moon Discord: https://discord.gg/6kEsGuaqfg @ raising_moon#3913 Instagram: @ raising__moon Follow any of my socials to connect with me!

Shanra Croft joined the Black Assassin's Squad so she can find the killer who murdered her whole family. She became the best assassin and is well-known as "Silent Assassin." It's because all of her victims died silently and in a peaceful way. She meets her childhood crush, Craig De Silva, who is now a police team captain and has a mission to capture her alive. What if Craig discovers that she is the assassin that he'd been looking for? And what if she discovers that the murderer she'd been looking for a long time is just beside her and that person is the one she trusted the most?

"I'm wanted, Kimberly. Wanted by the Mafia..." Those were my father’s final words before he died in my arms. Moments later, I saw those legs step out of the shadows, marking the beginning of my nightmare. Leonardo Fiore, a cold Mafia Don,who is determined to use Kimberly as a tool in his game for power. His world is cruel and his words are like ice. "There's no love here, Kimberly,” he whispered. It's not part of the deal.” But Kimberly isn't one to accept whatever fate brings, without a fight. “If your love is not part of the deal, I'll make it mine to claim” she declared, feisty, crashing her lips onto his. As tension arises, Kimberly must decide : will she melt Leonardo's icy heart or lose herself trying to survive in his dangerous world?

"I reject you, Lyra." These four words shattered Lyra's mate bond leaving her humiliated and weakened as she faced the cruel torture of being banished and left to die. Can Young Lyra overcome the deadly threat of rogues, or will the forest become her grave?

Shane Chrystelle Sandoval is an introvert type of girl. She preferred to be alone and talk less to other people most of the time. Living in a happy and contented life. But she hates promises, cheesy words and anything that is related to romantic shits, because of her father who left their family

When I arrived, I saw my husband sitting at a table with Nalani by his side. Was this supposed to be a meeting? Was he seriously introducing me to his mistress? I sat down quietly, my heart heavy. “Eden,” Liam began, his voice calm. “I hope you know why we’re here.” Nalani cut him off with a sharp tone. “Oh, just tell her already.” She looked straight at me, her words cold and deliberate. “I’m carrying Liam’s child, and we’re getting married as soon as possible.” The words hit me hard, but I refused to show how much it hurt. I glanced at Liam, hoping for some sign of remorse, but he just stared at the table. I stood slowly, clutching my purse. “You win,” I said softly. “I’ll sign the papers.”