Winter Solstice Blessing Poem

Salvatore Greco is genius and monster. As the right hand man and brother of the Capo of the D’Angelo, his lack of feelings is a blessing, not a curse – until his brother asks him to marry for the sake of the D’Angelo. Celestina Romano, cousin of the Capo of the New York Famiglia, is chosen to marry Salvatore Greco to prevent war with the D’Angelo, but what she hears about Las Vegas makes her veins pulse with terror. After her father betrayed his Capo and paid with his life, her family thinks marriage is her only chance to bring honor to her name; but only Celestina knows she’s a faulty prize given in return for peace.

Born a day before the full moon, Yuki's family was wiped out for driving a curse into the world, but the moon goddess forbade them from killing her. Her life was spared, and she is marked as an omega. The worst of all - a cursed omega. Wolf bane and deprived of birth right, she knows nothing but pains. She isn't allow to choose a mate or be mated to. Who will even want her? What is the moon goddess thinking when her was paired Remus - the beast in golden mask. The future Alpha of Onyx Tails Pack. Will Remus accept her flaws and protect her or will he make her regret it? Is this a blessing in disguise or the beginning of another chaos?

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.”*

Angels only existed in stories. Ahsoka never believed in myths and legends until she learns she is one and is saved by the next Alpha of the Winter's Moon Pack. The Dark Coven will not stop hunting her until they have her back in their grasp. Ahsoka struggles to figure out who she is, accept the existence of the Shadow World and come to terms that the man who had raised her and abused her, is not her father. The further Ahsoka digs into her the past the more secrets that are revealed. With the help of her mate, Ahsoka will learn what love truly is but will she let her fear of the man she called father stop her from completing her destiny?

They're said to be the spirits of unearthly beautiful women. So beautiful, the men who get a sight of them fall in love and die. So beautiful, women get insane and commit suicide, unable to comprehend the existence of women so celestial. Their voices pour like honey in your ears, leading you to your doom. Their dance is a blessing for your eyes and is the last thing you will see. All places and characters in the story are pure fiction, work of the author. Any resemblance to real places and events is a strong coincidence. One thing is not fiction, though. Beware of the woods the next time you go. If you hear the melodic laughter and the tender singing somewhere far in the distance, hidden in the darkness of the night, know to run. Leave immediately, or know you'll be their next victim.

I leaned on the kitchen cabinet and brainstormed what can really scare a guy that I am not sure what he is. I opened the drawer and pulled out a knife. “You want to use that to kill me” he was sitting on the dining table “No, to scare you” I walked closer and went behind him, you know what the annoying part was that the guy didn't shudder. Not even when I pressed the knife on his neck. “Go on, slit my throat” Winter Cameron was sold by her father to save her mother who died anyways. To the devil himself Xavier Hades. Winter was a carefree, queen bee who loves everyone that ever set foot on the planet earth. she just can't bring herself to hate anyone. She is smart, beautiful popular and the heartthrob of anyone and everyone that went to Ridgewood highschool.WHILE Her suitor and soon to be king of the dark world was a billionaire while waiting for his bride to become of age so he can finally take what's his but he has to do some despicable things to her that makes her hate him instead. BUT HE CAN'T TAKE NO FOR AN ANSWER. "My house, my rules" "Xavier you don't get it do you" Since he wasn't too focused on my body, his head was way too far up his asshole to see, I stepped out of the shower, still naked of course and ended up right in front of him "I don't want to be in your house" I poked his chest then walked out of the bathroom it wasn't long before I felt him pull me back.

"I, Alpha Aiden of the Moonclaw Pack, reject you as my mate." On her eighteenth birthday, Rayna expected her life to begin and turn into something beautiful - instead, it shattered. Aiden rejects her in front of the entire pack. Now hunted and heartbroken, Rayna flees into the wilds… only to be rescued by Damon, a rogue Alpha with eyes like winter frost and a soul forged in shadows. He doesn’t want her. Doesn’t believe in mates. But fate doesn’t care. As her buried bloodline awakens, Rayna discovers she’s more than a cast-off - she’s the last heir to a forgotten royal legacy. One that could unite the packs… or burn them to ash.

Amanda's return to the country was greeted by sad news. She lost her beloved sister. The grave was still wet, but her papa urged her to get married. Not with the man she loved. However, with a widower who was none other than her late sister's husband. She wanted to ask for his blessing to marry her lover, but the situation made things complicated. Amanda never expected to be presented with such a surprising request. Marry a former brother-in-law and become a birth mother to a month-old baby girl? It was both ridiculous and sad considering their ages. But how could she refuse? "Everywhere there is a sugar baby or sugar daddy, while I'm a sugar mommy. Radit is too young to be my husband. This is crazy!"

To get rid of our pup and date with his assistant on Valentine's Day, my mate Marcus forced our injured pup to go rock climbing and poisoned him. When I rushed my dying pup to the hospital, I unexpectedly saw my mate accompanying his assistant for a prenatal checkup. Our terrified pup lay convulsing from the poison, but Marcus didn’t even care about him. "He's just an Omega. If he was a proper wolf, he'd heal instantly!" I clutched the $100 million Moonlight Blessing herb in my pocket. I accidentally found it in the forest this morning. I was planning to tell him the good news today. But now? It was time to break this five-year mate bond.

Winter Alonzo never expected that walking into work one morning would bring her face to face with Duke Fontaine, the elusive heir to one of the richest empires in the world and the ex-husband who vanished without a trace seven years ago. Paano niya sasabihin na siya ang dating nitong asawa, bago ito mawala? Paano niya aaminin dito na mahal pa rin niya ito? How can she confess she has twins at home who are the spitting image of him? And how can she say any of it when he looks at her like she is a stranger, his gaze cold and unreadable? Ano ba talaga ang nangyari kay Duke?