Silent Theory Fragile Minds

I stood like a status calculating what is happening like a theory (my first kiss) I broke the kiss and a resounding slapped landed on my face. How dare you kiss me you jerk she yell with her eyes turning red. Take this for a start

Elara Mooncrest has been silent since childhood, her voice buried beneath layers of trauma. Forced into a political marriage with the ruthless Alpha Kieran of Blackwood Pack, she becomes nothing more than a burden—ignored, mocked, and dismissed. But beneath her fragile exterior lies a survivor’s spirit, and when darkness threatens to destroy everything, Elara refuses to remain voiceless. As ancient powers awaken within her, alliances shatter, obsessions ignite, and fate demands more than silence. She was given as a pawn, but will she rise as a queen?

In the Lycan world, power is measured by claws. In the human world, it’s measured by wealth. Elara Vance was a defect — a wolf who couldn’t shift. When her fated mate, Alpha Julian Blackwood, publicly rejected her for a political alliance, he didn’t just break her heart… he left her to die in the Wastelands. Five years later, Julian is the CEO of Blackwood Global, the world’s most powerful tech empire. He thinks he’s haunted by a ghost. He doesn’t realize that the mysterious hacker dismantling his empire piece by piece… is the mate he discarded. Elara has returned. But she isn’t seeking an apology. She carries a secret: she was never wolf-less. She is the first of the Silent breed — a rare Lycan who can influence Alphas’ minds without making a sound. When Julian finally corners the elusive “V,” he expects a corporate spy. Instead, he finds the woman who still smells like his soul… and holds the detonator to his entire life. Revenge has a frequency. And Elara controls

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!

Isang dalagang ina si Loisa Sanchez kahit mahirap ay kinakaya niya ang lahat para maalagaan ng mabuti ang kanyang nag-iisang masakiting anak na si Loyd at maibigay din dito ang kung anumang makakapagpasaya sa bata. Mabuti na lang at nariyan ang kanyang matalik na kaibigan na laging nakasuporta sa kanya. She chose to be independent until she met Steve Monteclaro, the arrogant CEO na naging boss niya, paano kaya sila magkakasundo kung parati siya nitong sinasabunan at pinagbubuntunan ng galit?

Hot jocks with winning on their minds meet the women who bring them to their knees and teach them love is the only goal worth fighting for.

The adopted younger sister claimed to be suffering from depression. To make her feel better, my parents hung me on the cliff, as if I were a kite. Servant reminded my parents that the little tree to which I was hung was fragile, leaving me in danger. My mom, Luna of the pack, replied scoffingly: "She makes Laurel sleep panic. She deserves to be treated like this. If she dies, it's her fate." My older brother, Zayn, joked by her side, saying: "It's a good chance to record how long werewolves live when they do not conduct feeding activities. We can contribute a lot to the Werewolf Council with this precious data." Even my mate, Greyson, showed an attitude of stoniness, uttering: "She is a vicious she-wolf. If she were not educated well enough before her transformation ritual, she would cause greater trouble to others." They left me alone on the cliff after saying these words. Three days later, it finally crossed their minds that I was still hanging. When they finally arrived at the cliff, they found nothing but emptiness—because I had already died long before. And when they realized the truth, they howled in agony, begging for me to come back to life. But I was long gone.

Illustrator Isabelle Montrose arrives in Valmont’s rain-soaked quarter, sketchbook in hand but ideas elusive beneath the amber glow of Café de Minuit. One evening, architect Alexander Vale seeks shelter under the same streetlamp, crimson umbrella in hand. His measured gaze meets her restless creativity, and a silent bond forms as raindrops dance on cobblestones. As Isabelle’s graphic-novel deadline approaches, self-doubt claws at her confidence; Alexander, torn between family expectations and his passion for design, struggles in silence. A misread glance threatens to sever their fragile connection, forcing both to confront fear and longing. In lavender-tinted twilight and beneath flickering lanterns, Isabelle and Alexander choose vulnerability over solitude. Together, they discover that true art—and true love—arises when two hearts light each other’s darkest moments.

After being kidnapped by her ex just to get back with her, Bailey discovers much more than her mind can take as she lets herself take beautiful risky mistakes. Indulge your minds in this crazy bipolar relationship between Bryne and Bailey. This is the first book in this romance series

Every tear I shed feeds his ego. Every whimper, his pride. Every bruise he leaves behind, his silent claim over me. He takes me cold. Leaves me ruined. And I wait - quiet, breathless, for the next time he comes back to break me again. He thinks he has me in the palm of his hand. Thinks I’m nothing without him. A fragile wife, meek, obedient. A weakness he never needed. I let him believe it. I never tried to break the illusion. As long as I have his hands on me, As long as his shadows reach for me, That’s enough. But in the dark, daggers roam. And with every sound my heels make, they fall. He still thinks I’m glass, But he hasn’t heard me shatter.