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Day 1 — Smile and wave at him when he comes to the auditorium. Day 2 — Say hi or hello when you see him outside of rehearsal. No stuttering, Amelia Day 3 — Compliment something he’s wearing—and pretend it wasn’t rehearsed. Day 4 — Ask if he’s seen a popular movie or show. Day 5 — Ask him for a favor or borrow his pen. Day 6 — …What should Day 6 even be? Oh my god, I’m so nervous. This is crazy. I’m actually planning how to talk to Ezekiel. Yup, I must be insane. I shook my head. But who cares though? YOLO!! ******* Oh—hi there. That’s me. Professional overthinker. Amateur in everything else. Hehe. Sometimes I love taking stupid… uhm, risks. You know, for the plot, if you know what I mean. You’re probably wondering what all that “Day 1” stuff was about, right? Well… our paths crossed again. Well—mine and uhm, my artistic director’s… or should I say ours? No, that sounds weird because he isn’t yours and you’re not currently— ugh, Amelia, you’re going off course again! Sorry about that, I tend to wander off sometimes. ****** Where were we? Ah, yes. Our paths crossed again in my second year, during the second semester, while working on a performance course called THA208. After my first year in this big (and not-so-expensive) state school, he came to help my group out because my co-director asked him for help. He even cancelled his trip to another country… for us. So charming and uhm, cute and so— Amelia!!! Behave. Sorry, again. I promise to continue this… uhm, synopsis? Right, author?? Is that what it’s called? Am I even a theatre student?? [laughs] What am I even doing— ******* Back to our main subject. The man with the calm voice, terrifying authority during rehearsals, and that frustrating smile that makes my brain buffer. I forgot to mention—he’s a CEO. He practically owns a production company, a post-production house, and some creative agency or whatever. Blah blah blah. Yeah, he’s very… productive in his life. Ezekiel Green. That’s his name. And me? Well… I’ll hand that part to you, Miss Author. **************** Amelia Campbell is a second-year Theatre and Film Arts student at Valley View University. She’s the quiet girl in the rehearsal hall — the one who forgets her lines but never forgets how Ezekiel Green’s voice sounds when he says her name. Ezekiel is everything she’s not: confident, brilliant, and terrifyingly composed. He’s also her former induction director, a CEO of multiple creative companies, and the man she’s been secretly crushing on since freshman year. When he returns to campus to help her struggling group with a major performance project, Amelia’s world flips. What started as admiration becomes something deeper — something she’s not sure she’s ready for. Will she find the courage to step out of the wings and into the spotlight of her own story? Or will her feelings remain a silent monologue? Would their age difference come between them? ***************** Let’s find out as we go into Amelia’s story together. Grab your popcorn, because this ship is about to turn into a circus of crazy storms and unexpected rides. ***************** Additional Tags Mature (deals with adult themes and relationships) bittersweet slow burn art & passion university life Secretrelationship Emotional Unavailability Toxic/Unhealthy Relationship Dynamics self-growth deeply personal psychological realism

If it hadn't been a misdiagnosis for a terminal illness, she wouldn't have dared to mess with him even if she had ten thousand guts. "Mr. Huo, shall we play a game of heartbeats?" ... The next day, there were two more red booklets. "What... what are these?" "Permits for legally having a second child." And just like that, a single heartbeat game turned her into Mrs. Huo, and from then on, she had a god-like husband and was accompanied by a cute little bun...

[Recommended New Book by the Author: "Rebirth of a Powerful Figure with Many Masks"] An Xiaomian was pregnant. She wanted to get an abortion, but the father of her little bun suddenly showed up at her doorstep, forcefully invading her life, insisting that she give birth to the child. She didn't want to, yet the man fiercely confined her and monitored her 24 hours a day.

A meticulously designed conspiracy led her straight into his arms by accident. He, too, grew addicted to caring for her, his love for her bone deep. It was rumored that the sixth young master of the Beiming family was a man raised by wolves—he was vicious and cruel. She nodded tearfully, “Too vicious, too cruel.” “Do you know what the most important attribute of a wolf is?”

There was breaking news in Beijing. “Master Qiao’s wife for twelve years ran away! Without taking her son with her!” Rumors spread like wildfire. Some said that Master Qiao was two-faced with a cold attitude which led to an unhappy marriage. Others said his wife got together with another man. And a few said, their son was too ugly. One day, the little boy found Ye Jiaqi and cried,” Qiqi, daddy says I was bought from a pet shop.” “How can you buy such a gorgeous son from the pet shop,” Ye Jiaqi replied, “You were obviously won… From a lottery.” … Twenty years ago, he had spoiled her to the heavens. Twenty years later, he spoiled both of them to the heavens and back. And from then on, Master Qiao had only one person in his heart.

[Warning: Mature Content R-18] Amabel Blakely, a university dropout plagued by debt and family problems, finds herself with limited options. Desperate to turn her life around, she makes a fateful decision – becoming a mistress of Valentine Langdale, a wealthy and married man with a childless marriage. Valentine, wanting more than just a secret affair, pushes Amabel to bear his child, promising to make her his second wife. Despite the complications, Amabel’s determination to secure a better life, cleat her family debts and see her mother open her eyes again from a coma fuels her actions. She is willing to do whatever it takes to win Valentine over, even if it means manipulating situations and playing the long game. With schemes, and sheer grit, Amabel sets out to transform her status from scorned mistress to pampered second wife of a rich family.

‎*Mature Content* Vivian Ravenscroft was never meant to live this life. ‎Swapped at birth by a desperate mother—not just to save her, but to place her where destiny could shape her—Vivian grows up under the powerful Ravenscroft name, believing Sebastian, ten years her senior, is only an untouchable brother figure. ‎Protective. ‎Distant. ‎Forbidden. ‎Until the night violence shatters her world. ‎As she recovers, the truth unravels: her royal bloodline, a father who erased her existence, and the devastating reason she was raised beside Sebastian—to bond with the one man she was never allowed to love. ‎The man who looks at her and whispers, ‎“I thought you had given yourself away…” ‎Only to learn her heart—and her body were never claimed by another. ‎Stanley was never love. ‎He was survival. ‎Drawn into royal decrees, billionaire rivalries, and laws written in blood, Vivian must decide whether to obey a destiny chosen for her—or fight for the one her heart recognizes. ‎Because the way Sebastian looks at her now… has changed. ‎It lingers. ‎It burns. ‎It strips away every lie she once believed. ‎At a royal wedding watched by kings, presidents, and the most powerful names in the world… ‎the distance between them finally breaks. ‎And when the night falls— ‎There are no more titles. ‎No more rules. ‎No more pretending. ‎Only him. ‎Only her. ‎In the quiet heat of a marble bath, where silence wraps around them and the past finally loosens its grip… ‎his hand finds hers. ‎His touch is no longer restrained. ‎And when he kisses her, ‎It is deep. ‎Unsteady. ‎Years of control slipping all at once. ‎Vivian doesn’t stop him. ‎She melts into him… answers him… trusts him. ‎Because somewhere between the lies, the pain, and the years they were forced apart— ‎her heart had already chosen him. ‎And when he finally takes that last step… ‎When the space between them disappears— ‎She breaks. ‎A soft cry leaving her lips. ‎A moment of pain… of truth… of surrender. ‎And then— ‎Nothing but him. ‎Because what she gives him that night is not just her body— ‎but the part of her that has never belonged to anyone else. ‎Her first. ‎Her only. ‎Sealed in a moment neither of them can ever take back. ‎Because some bonds are not accidents. ‎They are written long before birth. ‎Tested through pain. ‎And fulfilled in the moments where resistance finally turns into surrender. ‎And love like theirs… ‎Was never meant to be broken.

The drums were beating. The zurnas cried out into the night. People laughed, danced, and happily enjoyed the food being served. Joy filled the courtyard like a festival. In short… everyone was happy. Everyone except me. Especially my father. He drank and laughed with the satisfaction of a man who had just made a great deal. Selling his own daughter had filled him with a strange pride. He smiled at people, joked with them—perhaps more than he had ever smiled in his entire life. And me? What was my crime? What sin had I committed to deserve this? Was it my fate to be sold to a man older than me before I had even turned eighteen? A man who had barely a shred of humanity left in him. A twisted, useless man. But he had money. He had power. He had influence. And because of that, everyone bowed their heads before him. So this was life. This was the destiny written for me. Was I supposed to accept it without fighting? Without begging? Without even trying to escape? To live as the second wife of a man in his thirties who didn’t know the meaning of kindness? Before I even reached my mid-twenties, I would probably have three children. During the day, I would work in the fields, vineyards, and gardens. And at night… I would be expected to please the man they called my “husband.” I would serve his parents like a slave. And worse… I would probably end up serving his first wife as well—the woman he had already beaten half to death. Was this really my fate? My youth… My life… My body… My womanhood…

Seven years ago, Brielle Monroe shared one unforgettable night with a mysterious stranger. No surnames. No promises. No way to find each other afterward. She thought that was where their story ended. She was wrong. Now twenty-eight, Brielle has built a life around her son, Atlas, while pursuing the career she once dreamed of. Cyrus Hayes has built an empire, carrying a name powerful enough to open almost any door. Neither expects their paths to cross again. Until they do. And when Cyrus discovers that the little boy he has unknowingly grown attached to is his own son, seven years of unanswered questions come crashing into the present. But there is more at stake than a forgotten night. Brielle has a life she fought to build. Cyrus has a family, an empire, and a past neither of them fully understands. Atlas has only ever known one parent. As old secrets surface and two worlds collide, Cyrus must learn that being a father cannot be inherited with a name—and Brielle must decide whether letting someone in means losing the life she fought so hard to protect. Between love, family, faith, ambition, and the consequences of one night without names, they must discover whether some beginnings are worth rewriting. Because sometimes the person you thought was a stranger... was family all along.

Her long-suppressed lust has finally snapped its leash. The prim, controlled teacher is gone—what remains is a hungry, dripping slut who will do anything, go anywhere, and use anyone to feed the filthy ache between her legs. Watch her hunt. Watch her spread. Watch her ruin herself in the most public, degrading, and desperate ways she can find… because once a woman this pent-up tastes freedom, she doesn’t stop until she’s used, filled, and completely spent.

They know vampires exist. They are monsters thriving on the living. After a great war, they separated and formed their own kingdom hidden in the dark and lush forests. For a long time, their bad blood prevented the humans from contacting them, until the newly crowned prince decided to form an alliance with the vampires, through the bond of marriage. But what he didn't know was that the monarch of the vampire kingdom was a queen thousands of years old

In a past life, Daphne was a concubine whose beauty won the Emperor's heart, but earned the Empress's wrath. Betrayed and poisoned, she died a tragic death,spending her final moments in the arms of a cold, powerful general who swore to find her in the next life. But fate has a different plan. Daphne is reborn, returned to a time before her family's ruin and her own gruesome end. Armed with a mind sharpened by a lifetime of regret and a body she now vows to make unbreakable, she forges a new path. She will not be a pawn again. This time, she will protect her family and defy the destiny that once took her life. General Alaric , the man who had loved her secretly in her past life is unaware that she's been reborn. He is a living legend, a name whispered with of awe and terror on every battlefield. Yet, beneath his calm surface lies a fiercely possessive nature. What Alaric desires, he claims, and what he claims, he holds with an unbreakable grip. This possessiveness is the darker twin to his battlefield prowess, a ruthless, unyielding trait that ensures once he decides something is his, be it territory, or a woman, he will stop at nothing to secure it. In the mood for a doting and extremely obsessive husband? You're in the right place.

Before her mother's death, Ivy and David had a cordial but somewhat distant relationship. David had always been kind and supportive, but he never tried to replace her father. After her mother's death, Ivy took over that role, taking on responsibilities she wasn't prepared for. David became her confidant, her protector, and her support. Ivy, in turn, felt grateful to him, but also resentful for disturbing her family. She blamed David, subconsciously, for her mother's death. It was David who had insisted they go on the trip, the one on which the accident occurred. As time passed, that resentment began to fade, replaced by a growing sense of dependence. She realized that David was truly suffering, that he was as lost and heartbroken as she was. She began to see him as a fellow victim, a kindred spirit. Their shared grief brought them closer together, creating a bond of empathy and understanding. They began spending more time together, talking for hours about their feelings, sharing memories of their mother. They found comfort in each other's presence, a sense of calm they couldn't find anywhere else. But beneath the surface of their emotional connection, a forbidden attraction began to simmer. Ivy began to notice David's physical allure—his broad shoulders, his strong arms, his kind eyes. David, in turn, felt drawn to Ivy's youthful, innocent beauty, her radiant energy, and her captivating smile. He tried to suppress his desires, reminding himself that she was his stepdaughter, that their relationship was inappropriate and immoral. But the more he fought, the stronger his feelings became. He found himself stealing glances at her, admiring her from afar, fantasizing about touching her, engaging in sexual encounters around the house. Ivy also struggled with her own forbidden desires. She knew she shouldn't be attracted to David, that it was wrong on every level. But she couldn't help but feel a longing, a desire for his touch, his embrace, his kiss, his touch. The late afternoon sun streamed through the living room window, casting long shadows on the floor.

Serene Frost was not born silent. Once, she was a bright, laughing girl—soft-voiced, full of wonder, and inseparable from the boy who lived next door. Ethan Leo was her first friend, her first confidant, her first love. Together they built secret hideouts, exchanged wildflower promises, and dreamed of growing up side by side. But childhood ended the day her stepmother shattered her voice. A “terrible accident,” they called it. A tragic fall. A wound that stole Serene’s speech—and gave her family the perfect reason to hide her, punish her, erase her presence. Her world collapsed into silence. Her only escape was writing—pages and pages of aching poetry, each line infused with longing, innocence, and pain. She published under an anonymous name. The world soon knew her as The Little Siren—the poet with the haunting voice she no longer possessed. Meanwhile, Ethan—torn away from her by lies he never uncovered—grew into a man shaped by power, betrayal, and an inheritance of cold ambition. The boy who once adored her vanished beneath the armor of the Leo empire. Years later, fate reunites them. Not as childhood sweethearts— but as husband and wife in a marriage arranged for business and revenge. He does not recognize the girl he once promised forever. She remembers everything. Ethan sees Serene as quiet, obedient, malleable. Serene sees Ethan as the boy who abandoned her… and the man who doesn’t know he is the muse behind her world-famous poems. Though silence stands between them, old emotions simmer beneath the ruins—jealousy, longing, tenderness, and a love neither knows how to hold without breaking. In Zurich, a single night of passion shatters the distance between them… and Ethan, terrified of feeling again, dismisses it as a mistake. That one sentence becomes a blade. Serene retreats behind unbreakable walls. Ethan realizes too late that the girl he loved… and the woman he wants… are the same person he is losing. Returning to England, the Leo estate becomes a battlefield of unsaid truths. Her silence is no longer weakness—it is punishment. His coldness is no longer strategy—it is regret. When the truth of their past finally surfaces— the accident, the stolen childhood, the poems, the identity of the Little Siren— Ethan must confront the monstrous shadows of his own family… and the guilt of not protecting the girl he once swore he would never let go. Their love story is messy, bruised, and unforgettable. It is a second chance carved out of tragedy. A battle between silence and forgiveness. Between the boy he was, the girl he lost, and the broken adults they became. And in the end, Serene must choose: Will she allow Ethan to be the man who finally hears her voice? Or will she walk away and reclaim the life that was stolen, even if it means breaking the heart that once belonged only to her?

Elora Moore has always moved through life quietly, blending in, studying hard, and working multiple jobs just to keep things steady for herself and her family. But a single, mysterious message changes everything. Suddenly, someone is watching, testing her boundaries, challenging her control over her own world. Adrian Vale, precise, powerful, and obsessed with order, finds himself drawn to her unpredictability—and for the first time, he acts on impulse. Every glance, every moment, every small interaction becomes a game of tension between them, where awareness and desire clash. As Elora begins to reclaim her freedom and shine in ways she never has before, she can’t help but wonder: can she hold her ground, or will she give in to the presence that has quietly unsettled her world?