Voice

"Dario, someone might see us," She tried to pull away, with a hint of nervousness in her voice as she whispered. But Dario wasn't deterred. He reached out and gently tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, with his fingers lingering on her cheek, and his thumb tracing the outline of her lips. Ivy's heart began to race as she tried to back away. "You're looking sexy this morning," he said, his voice low and husky. "And that dress...you're driving me wild." Ivy's heartbeat quickened at his words, her body responding to his touch. She couldn't help but feel a surge of excitement. She could feel the breath on her skin as he leaned in closer, with his lips inches from hers, she knew she was lost. "I want you, Ivy," he whispered. Ivy closed her eyes, unable to resist the pull of his gaze. He pressed his soft lips to hers, and she felt a wave of desire wash over her. As their kiss deepened, she knew that there was no turning back. One night in a club changed everything for a billionaire CEO and his secretary. A passionate and romantic night together led to an unexpected twist when they both discovered she's his new secretary and he's her boss. Can they navigate the lines of power and passion, or will their forbidden love be doomed from the start?

WARNING : Matured contents !!! 18+ This book contains a lot of steamy contents and profanities, it doesn't get boring, it only gets hotter. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK. "You know," Octavia mused, "we both have these intense sexual urges, but we're terrible at picking partners. What if we just became friends with benefits? No strings attached." Keir raised an eyebrow, his piercing blue eyes meeting hers. "Friends with benefits, huh? Are we sure we can keep it that simple?" Octavia Cosmo and Keir Hydra are childhood friends, they come to a compromise that after being in a series of unhealthy relationships with their past partners, they should be friends with benefits to satisfy their sexual urges. But as weeks of intense passion and lustful acts turned into months, Octavia's heart began to betray her. She found herself thinking about Keir not just in the heat of the moment, but at the most unexpected times. Love had stealthily crept into their friendship, but she was afraid to admit it. One night, as she lay on Keir's chest after a night of pleasure, she finally mustered the courage to speak. "Keir, there's something I need to tell you," she began, her voice trembling with vulnerability. But before she could continue, Keir gently interrupted, his voice laced with regret. "Octavia, we need to talk. I've been thinking... I want to call off our agreement." "What?"

“Please... spare my life,” she whispered, her voice trembling like the last leaf clinging to a winter branch. Blood trickled from her split lip as she pressed her forehead to the cold marble floor, her entire body shaking with terror. “I treasure what belongs to me,” he replied, his voice cold and deadly. His gloved hand gripped her chin, forcing her to meet his merciless gaze. “And as of tonight, little ghost... you belong to me.” Born from a one-night stand between a mafia lord and a maid, Liliana Orlov entered the world with her mother’s blood staining her face. Her father, Don Nickolas Orlov never let her forget who she was - a curse! While her half-sisters wear silks, she scrubs floors. While they dine in gold-lit halls, she eats their scraps. She was the family’s whipping girl, blamed for the empire’s weakness-no male heir, no future. Then, the unthinkable happens. To end a decade-long war, Nickolas sold Liliana to his greatest enemy Mikhail Volkov also known as “The Reaper” the heir to the most powerful and brutal mafia dynasty. Her fate was sealed. She entered into a forced marriage to secure peace. Thrown into a gilded cage, Liliana faces a man more merciless than her father. Is survival enough… or will she dare to want more? Or Will a man who rules through fear finally learn to kneel to love? Find out more in the story!

“I like your voice, so talk more.” He lifted her chin gently. “You don't have to hide your voice from me, I won't tell you to shut up. You can tell me anything that makes your heart feel heavy. Please do not feel alone.” Diana's eyes searched into his. She searched for the honesty she wanted. She wanted to ask Alpha Darren: didn't you make me feel alone by hiding me from everyone after marrying you? ***** Diana, a mute woman and daughter of the mistress of a Beta, is forced to marry Alpha Darren to replace her sister who ran away. Diana does not love Alpha Darren because she knows him as a cruel Alpha. So she tried to end their marriage. But after a year of trying, Diana has not succeeded because Alpha Darren always has a way to keep their marriage. Also, Diana's mother doesn't want her to get a divorce because they have to pay a huge amount of compensation. Diana felt miserable because she was only used as a tool for other people's interests. All Diana wants is genuine love. Will Diana find the love she seeks in her marriage with Alpha Darren or will she still decide to divorce and choose a man who is waiting for her?

“I don’t want you. I hate you.” Those words from her only son slice deeper than any blade. Sarah returns from the hospital expecting love, only to find her place at the family table stolen. Her husband, James, stands arm in arm with Tiana — his late brother’s widow, while her son clings to the other woman’s waist, rejecting his own mother. The betrayal does not end there. After a confrontation with Tiana, she woke up in an abandoned building, her hands tied, and mouth taped. Beside her was Tiana too. Tied. James stood, his confused gaze darting from Tiana to Sarah. And then came the baritone voice from one of the kidnappers: “One life. One choice. You can only save one. Choose!” Sarah turned, seeing how Tiana was communicating with the kidnappers with her eyes. She struggled to let James see the truth; that this was all a setup. But she couldn’t. Her mouth was tapped. But then, like a match striking steel, James’ voice came brittle and final. “Tiana.” He chose his ex over his own wife. Over the mother of his child. Sarah was abandoned in the warehouse. Immediately they left, the warehouse exploded, covered in flames. And Sarah’s screams and cries inside, filled the night. Did Sarah survive the fire outbreak? If she did, can they stand her revenge when she finally returns?

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.”*

What’s better than friendship and laughter? Going on a life changing journey with those friends. Baylor is a 15 year old human boy who was orphaned at 2 when he was the only survivor of a car crash. U.S. authorities couldn’t find any relatives in Ireland to send Baylor home to, so they placed him in the Monroeville orphanage in Boston, Massachusetts. He and his two best friends escaped the orphanage and ran to Silverthorne, Colorado. When he turns 16, Baylor starts hearing a ‘voice’ in his head. Believing that the marajuana he smoked the night before his birthday had been laced with something extra, he tells no one. Then a stranger from his homeland shows up and asks if the voice has told him its name yet. That’s when Baylor’s life gets turned upside down. He’s told he is the missing Alpha Heir of a scattered werewolf pack in Ireland and he needs to come home to take his birthright to reunite the pack. His two best friends are skeptical, but they have always stuck together. Will Baylor and his friends believe and follow this man back to Ireland? Can he reunite the pack and defeat the King of Rogues who sent the pack into hiding? Will there be a little love along the way? Time will tell if Baylor can become the answer to the pack problems and be the Alpha he was born to be.

Synopsis "Marry me." His voice calm and steady as if he just told me to get him a drink "What?" I asked, my mind spinning faster than ever He chuckled, his voice as magnetic as ever, as if he wanted to pull my soul and he was... Almost. "What better way to piss dear father off than to marry a divorced lady." "We can't date, remember the rules..." “You're the one who needs to remember. I set the rules.” §§§§ Silvia Simpson was the perfect trophy wife—until she walked away from her cheating husband, a ruined career, and a life that never felt like hers. Stripped of everything, she crashes into the one man who turns her world into more chaos: Calvin Riego—sinfully rich, dangerously charming, and off-limits in every way. One reckless night at King’s Palace ignites a chemistry too intense to forget. But when Calvin offers her a modeling comeback—and a fake relationship to save them both from scandal—Silvia realizes she might be playing a game she can’t control. Especially when the deal comes with a secret clause: if Silvia can resist Calvin's advances, she gets a 25% stake in his Multi-million dollar company But Calvin never plays fair. And Silvia? She’s done being anyone’s pawn. In a world of glittering lies, twisted loyalties, and slow-burning passion, someone’s bound to get burned.

After two years of marriage, I believed I was living the dream—until the day I gave birth to our long-awaited heir. The house was filled with joy as my husband's family arrived, bearing gifts and ready to bestow a name upon our child, as tradition dictated. But the happiness of the day shattered in an instant when my husband walked in, hand in hand with his childhood sweetheart. In front of everyone, he announced not only our divorce but also his engagement to her, as if I had never mattered. *** "I’m divorcing Stacy," Jason announces, his voice unwavering, "to marry Nicole Cruz, my childhood sweetheart." He points to the woman standing before him who smiles and waves at everyone in the room. My world tilts on its axis. The words echo in my mind, louder and louder until they drown out everything else. What is going on?? "But why?" I whisper, my voice barely audible, even to myself. I'm unable to believe his betrayal. Jason doesn’t even glance at the child in my arms. "Because this has been a long time coming, Stacy. I’ve only stayed this long out of obligation and not love." Important Author’s Note: This is a rewritten version of my book The Alpha’s Betrayal: Reclaiming His Rejected Luna. From Chapter 12 onward, the story takes a new turn with fresh twists and drama. Thank you for reading—I hope you enjoy this new version!

After five years of ride-or-die love, Meredith Martinez got left at the altar—Alden Ashford bailed mid-ceremony to run after the girl who'd pulled the suicide card, like, 99 times. That was the moment it clicked: she was never gonna melt that ice block he called a heart. So she cut the cord. Ghosted the past. Moved on. What she didn't plan on? A wild, tipsy hookup with the one guy she should've never touched—her brother's sworn enemy, Hayden Harrington. At sunrise, she tried to sneak out. One ankle grab later, she was back in bed with his voice all low and dangerous against her skin, fingers brushing a bite mark on his neck. "Meredith, you hit it and quit it? Left this mark and just gonna dip?" *** Hayden Harrington was basically elite royalty—icy, ruthless, totally off-limits. What nobody knew? He'd been secretly obsessed with his rival's little sister for years. After that night? Dude snapped. Full-blown obsession mode. He even bought out an entire town just to keep her close. His shirt wide open, abs out, arms holding a tipsy Meredith. "Meredith," he breathed, voice low, "wanna touch? Feels really good." She blinked. Speechless. Where'd Mr. Ice King go? He smirked. "That guy's for show. You get the real me."