Silent House

Aria never thought the forest behind her house was anything more than a place to breathe. But the night the moon burned white and the world fell silent, something inside her woke up — claws under her skin, a heartbeat that wasn’t only her own, and a stranger with gold eyes waiting at the edge of the trees. Kai is next in line to lead the Blackthorn pack, and he knows what Aria is before she does: rare, powerful, and exactly what their enemy wants. If Darius gets to her first, she won’t just be claimed — she’ll be used as a weapon. But Aria isn’t anyone’s pawn. Under Kai’s watch, she learns to control the fire rising inside her — to breathe, to choose, to fight. Each lesson pulls her deeper into the pack’s world… and closer to the Alpha-to-be who swore to keep her safe. The forest hums with danger, rival packs are closing in, and the full moon is coming. Aria must decide if she can trust the bond growing between her and Kai — before the next pull drags her across a line she can never uncross.

Richard Lorde’s childhood friend had just become a widow. On our fifth wedding anniversary, he brought his childhood friend and her daughter into a karaoke box and removed my ring right before everyone. “Lily needs a proper status right now. It’s no longer right for you to wear that ring. “Resign from your job tomorrow and take care of Lily and her daughter.” Everyone in the room fell silent as they waited for me to blow my top off. But I said nothing. I calmly brought out the divorce agreement I had already signed, put it on the table, and left. My best friend stood up to advise me against it, but Richard just swung the wine glass and snorted. “Let her. She’ll come begging for my forgiveness before tomorrow.” When I slammed the door shut, I heard laughter from the room. What they did not know was that half an hour ago, I had received a message telling me that my visa application had been approved. The person in charge of picking me up had been waiting at my house ten minutes ago. This time, I was not turning back.

He wanted a blonde. He got a wildfire. I married him in her place. Wore her dress. Lightened my hair. Played the silent, obedient bride. Because when your stepmother sells your sister to a billionaire obsessed with legacy and looks—and your sister runs—someone has to take the deal. So I did. Cassian Drevane doesn’t want a wife. He wants a symbol. A blonde. A mannequin. Not a woman with secrets, a spine, and a mind that won’t stay quiet. But I wasn’t just playing the part. I was studying him. And the more he tried to control me, the more I saw the truth beneath his ice. He never wanted me. Neither did I love him. Now we can’t live without each other. Not because of love, but because of something deadlier. In a world where secrets are currency and love is a luxury no one can afford, one lie can destroy everything. What began as a marriage built on deceit slowly turns into something dangerously real — a slow-burning war between duty and desire. In a house filled with whispers, shadows, and betrayals, love becomes the most dangerous secret of all.

The best way to live in a sinful and harsh world is to choose your battles wisely. That was what Tayla Del Mariano, a 23-year old college student knows ever since her parents died in a car crash and was forced to live in a house with owls. The girl thought that staying silent and not arguing with fools will make her life easier, and enduring everything will make her closer to her goal: To build a better life for his younger brother, Terren.She works three jobs and studies, believing that she will reach her dreams when she got fed up with her family's treatments and met Auton Smith and found out about his little secret–he was a musician hiding behind a criminology student. He happened to be her new landlord, but she didn't know that those small talks and silly acts would make her fall.Tayla only wants the best for his brother, and Auton only wants the people to hear his story through music. Auton thought that Tayla is her safe place, she's her home, for she's the only person who believes in him, until something came up which led the mute beauty's voice to howl.

Love does not appear with any warning signs. You fall into it as if pushed from a high diving board. No time to think about what’s happening. It’s inevitable. An event you can’t control. A crazy, heart-stopping, roller-coaster ride that just has to take its course. Hazel was rejected by someone she loved and was told that he would be engaged to her deadly foe. In great despair, she went to a bar and met this handsome guy (Zac). They drank a lot and played games. Under the influence of alcohol, they got married. However when they came back to her senses, they decide to make things right, but it's hard to get a divorce now because she wants to use the dramatic yet genuine marriage to keep her proud in front of her deadly foe. Zac on the other hand was the future heir to one of the richest and prosperous families. Although he was endowed with an otherworldly handsomeness, he was known to be as cold as ice and had a natural dislike for women although they always craved after him like bees to a honey pot. But for some unknown reason, he finds something unique about Hazel which he can’t explain. Perhaps, it were her eyes which were limpid and pure like autumn water and sparkled like azure pools in the morning sunlight… Would it be possible that they fall in love with each other in the future? Take part in this amazing piece, and experience a story filled with various mysteries and incredible twists as she uncovers the mysteries surrounding Zac who decides to hide his identity and tremendous background in order to win her heart genuinely.

The Revoltoir Household is a very wealthy household. It has everything every noble wished for. Wealth? Power? They have it all. That house produced a lot of legends in the Empire. Little did they know, that house is the most despicable house of all. All because of the secret Tradition that is also known as Bataille De Survie. The 5 geniuses of the current generation of this house got super close. As they don't want to fight and kill each other, they decided to make a plan to overthrow their father and to make one of them be the new Grand Duke and to put a stop to their horrible tradition. Will they pull it off? or will they all die protecting one another?

"Sign here." With two cold words and a flick of a fountain pen, Aeron King ended our three-year marriage. No explanation. No regret. Just the chilling silence of a man who thought I was a pawn he could finally discard. He thinks he’s free of the obedient wife his family forced him to marry. He’s wrong. Thanks to a hidden clause in our pre-nup, the divorce won't be final for ninety days. Ninety days to live in his mansion, breathe his air, and remind him exactly what he’s losing. I’m done with the modest dresses and the silent smiles. I’m trading my compliance for silk lingerie and a lethal new ambition. I’m going to make him crave me. I’m going to make him jealous. I’m going to make him realize that the boring woman he rejected is the only woman he’ll ever truly want. But the game has changed. My father didn't just sell me to the Kings; he’s now using me as a weapon to dismantle their empire. Caught between a husband who suspects me of being a spy and a father who threatens to ruin me, I have to play a dangerous double game. Aeron King thinks he’s the master of the boardroom, but for the next three months, this house is my kingdom. By Day 90, I won't be the one begging for mercy. He will.

I was a saint in the light, but a sinner in the dark. To the world, I was a good girl marrying a billionaire twice my age. To Arthur Reynolds, I was his "angel", the virtuous bride who would bring life back into his silent mansion. But I wasn’t a saint. I was a secret. For six months, I was the girl on the pole at The Velvet Room. And Ethan Reynolds: Arthur’s cold, predatory, and brutally handsome son was my most frequent customer. He’d paid thousands to watch me, touch me, discipline me, and ruin me. He knew every curve of my body, every lie in my soul, and every scream I could produce. Now, I’m wearing his father’s ring. I’m living under his roof. And Ethan isn't just watching me anymore, he’s hunting me. He thinks I’m a gold-digger. He thinks I’ve played his father for a fool. And he’s determined to punish me for it. "You’re his wife in the daytime, Zola," he hissed, his hand tightening around my throat in the dark of the hallway. "But in this house, when the lights go out... you still belong to the man who bought you first." Arthur wants to own me. Ethan wants to break me. And I? I’m just trying to survive the man I’m legally forbidden to love.

The night before our wedding, Jason Scott receives the cancer diagnosis of my adopted younger sister, Helena Sanderson. His expression falters, and he says indignantly, "We'll cancel the wedding tomorrow, Victoria. Helena is very fragile now. I can't risk upsetting her at this point in time." I reply, "I don't agree with it! Why would my wedding upset her?" Jason doesn't show any displeasure after my rejection. He even thoughtfully prepares a glass of milk for me. … When I wake up the next morning, I realize the house that should be full of excitement is eerily quiet. Anxious, I dial Jason's number 99 times. He only picks up the call on my 100th try. "Where did my wedding dress and shoes go?" I ask. Jason falls silent for a moment. His tone is apologetic when he replies, "I'm sorry, Victoria. Helena wants to experience being a bride once. I can't let her leave with regrets. Please bear with this for now. I'll make it up to you once she passes away peacefully." As the line goes dead, I sit frozen on the bed, unable to recover for some time. … A month later, while Jason is on his honeymoon, I send the livestream of my wedding announcement with his rival, Frank Lawrent, directly onto his phone. Jason regrets it bitterly.

My husband's first love had been trapped in a car for an hour. After they pulled her out, his rage shifted onto me. “It’s your fault she got hurt,” he spat, his eyes blazing as he grabbed me. Before I could make sense of what was happening, he forced me into a wooden box, slamming the lid down with a deafening crack. “You’re going to feel every ounce of the pain she went through,” he hissed, nailing it shut. I pounded on the walls, my screams tearing through the air. “Please, I didn’t do anything! Let me out!” My throat burned with the effort, my fists aching, but nothing stopped him. “Stay in there until you’ve figured out how to act like a decent human being,” he said, his voice cold, dripping with contempt. Hours passed. My body twisted unnaturally in the tight space, bones throbbing as blood smeared the wood beneath me. I whispered into the dark, the pain unbearable. "Please… just let me out…" But he didn’t care. A week later, he returned, his laughter echoing with hers as they entered the house, carefree from their trip. He finally opened the box. But by then, I was already gone. The woman he locked away was no longer breathing, no longer pleading. Just a cold, silent corpse.