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"Listen Kenzy, I know I've been an ass and truthfully maybe you shouldn't even bother returning my calls. You're right, I've been nothing but awful since we met, driving you away yet desperate to keep you close" My heart clinches, but I dared not breathe. Too afraid to give in, too afraid that if I reach for the phone, I'll call. I'll call to make it right. I want to make it right, because this man affects me more than I ever thought he would. But it isn't right. I can't give myself false hope. "Please just talk to me, let me explain. It's not you.....it's me. I'm the asshole. You don't deserve this, you didn't. ..." He pauses and I hold my breath still, fearing he'd hear me breathe, yet, it's only his left voicemail on the phone. Not him "I'm sorry.......dammit!" And that's it, our one sided conversation ends and I'm more broken than before. What happens when your world crashes? When the people you thought would be there forever literally runs through the door without a second glance backwards? What happens with taking a step outside your comfort zone? What happens when that step outside that comfort zone turns into....well unexpected? Personalities clash, feelings are crushed and just maybe that one person you ignore turns out to be the damn life savers. Easy enough, but did I forget to mention they belong to someone else? Will what happens in summer stay with summer? The beautiful cover was done by @LittleRedConverse23, go check out her great work ❤❤❤ #thebuttercupawards2020 #RoseAwards

Some love stories are meant to be simple, but theirs was anything but. Sol never imagined that love could be something he would dread-until he crossed paths with Ember. She embodied warmth and fire, a sanctuary and a tempest, and he found himself captivated by her like a melody he never wanted to end. However, love was a concept Ember had long abandoned. The scars of her past had left her too wary to trust, too hesitant to hope. As their lives intertwine, they discover comfort in one another, yet the very bond that unites them also threatens to tear them apart. Friendships fracture, fears emerge, and the silence of unspoken words becomes a heavy burden of regret. When the shadows of the past finally close in, they must confront a question neither is prepared to answer: What could this be, between you and me? A profoundly emotional and strikingly honest journey of love, loss, and self-discovery, What Could This Be, Between You and Me? is not merely a tale of falling in love-it's about learning to fight for it.

While tortured and held captive as a prisoner of war, she became my reason to keep breathing. The force that fueled my will to fight. To survive. When I woke after the rescue to discover the life I thought I was coming home to was but a figment of my imagination, hallucinations brought about by pain, desperation, and isolation... it nearly broke me. Fifteen years since I first lost her, at last, we have a second chance. Holding her in my arms, finally feeling the warmth of her skin as she melts under my touch, is like a dream. She and her two little girls are now as essential to my existence as the air I breathe. However, just as things start falling into place, the universe steps in, threatening to take it all away. I used to think that choosing her cost me everything I'd ever loved, but now I see that in choosing her and her children, I have the chance to reclaim all that I lost. They are my salvation. My true path to redemption. Which is why I'll leave no stone unturned, why I will scorch this world to the ground if that's what it takes to save them. And when I do, I will fight to convince her once and for all they are meant to be mine, just as I was destined to be theirs.

How did we get to this? Or rather, when? After you, I realized that time, circumstances, or simply us, because we are not perfect beings, but we try to be the best version of ourselves day by day, can be destined to be together and last as long as we are willing. Nostalgia flooded my body when I passed by our quiet, lonely, and green park, the one that welcomed us when we were together, just you and me. I saw that old, worn-out bench sitting empty; it was impossible not to remember the afternoons we spent there, laughing, dreaming, enjoying each other's company. From the moment I saw you that coincidental day, I knew that love had finally arrived in my life, and I will continue to stand by your side as your wife until my body can no longer go on.

I saw her long before she saw me. She didn't know then that her fate had already been sealed, that every step she took was drawing her closer to me. Closer to what she would become. There was something in her-something fragile, something wild. A fear she tried to hide, wrapped in defiance and confidence. It was intoxicating, watching her, knowing that no one else could see what I saw. No one else could feel the pull like I did. The slow, deliberate unraveling of her world as it would soon be tethered to mine. I felt my heart beat once, hard and fast. It was the only signal I needed. She would be mine-not in some fleeting, hollow way. No. I would strip away every shield, every defense, until she was laid bare, body and soul. And when she looked at me for the first time, I knew. She was already mine. A. Trigger Warning ⚠️: This story contains intense and graphic content, exploring dark and disturbing themes that may be triggering for some readers. Sensitive topics are depicted throughout. Reader discretion is strongly advised. Proceed with caution: after this point, no additional warnings will be provided.

Carissa Belfiore's mission was simple; hunt down the man terrorising her city and burn his syndicate's web of deceptions to the ground. The catch though? She must work together with the devil in disguise. 𐀔𐀔𐀔 Four months after the trail went dark, Cara and her team gain a second chance at retribution, at tracking down the man responsible for the mysterious chain of disappearances plaguing the streets of her town. Retribution, though, comes at a cost. Missing people and stolen identities unsolved, Cara's boss presents to her with a new ultimatum. She must pursue this mission with Asrea's top (infuriating) agent or lose the rights to the case. With no other choice, Cara must learn to thread the thin line of peace with the devil disguised as a federal agent, one who has little belief in patience and even less so for mistakes. Much like everything else though, it was easier said than done. As the two of them begin to dismantle the empire brick by brick, Cara finds herself pulling at loose strings tying the pieces of the missing puzzles connecting her past to her present. Strings, she soon realises, had been buried by the hands of someone desperately trying to keep her from finding out the truth. A truth that might just break her. No retrogrades, no reversals, and no unknowing the known. If only she could've done it alone, for even the devil must be paid his dues. The devil whose icy, blue eyes never fail to see through every shield and every shadow she'd built around her heart, the very shadows that seem to calm within his presence. The man whose icy rage threatens to thaw her blazing heart. 𐀔𐀔𐀔 First Draft Completed on 12/1/2025 Completed on 12/3/2025

SELF PUBLISHED. BUY NOW ON AMAZON https://a.co/d/hPXh35A What if you could read tomorrow's events today? When Ethan Carter, a skeptical freelance journalist, stumbles upon an old, leather-bound diary hidden in his attic, he thinks it's nothing more than an heirloom from his late grandmother. But when the pages start filling themselves with entries-describing his future in unsettling detail-Ethan's world tilts into nightmare territory. At first, the diary seems harmless, even helpful. It predicts small events: a spilled coffee, a forgotten phone call. But as Ethan follows its entries, the predictions grow darker... and deadlier. Each page drags him deeper into a chilling reality where time bends, shadows move when they shouldn't, and a sinister entity watches from the corners of his vision. When a cryptic stranger warns him to burn the book before it's too late, Ethan hesitates. The more he reads, the harder it is to stop. His best friend Harper tries to pull him back, but when the diary predicts her death, she begins to fear him as much as the book itself. Now, Ethan is trapped in a horrifying paradox-does he obey the diary and risk becoming its pawn, or defy it and face the unknown consequences? As the final entry begins to write itself, one truth becomes clear: The story was never his to tell. He was always part of it. Fans of The Silent Patient and The House of Leaves will be riveted by this psychological thriller infused with supernatural horror. Can you trust your own fate when it's already written?

Aadhi.... I wish I could see you again........ I don't know why It's happening to me .I am sorry for not letting you to know I am leaving but,I had to. I tried a lot to tell you two words thank you and goodbye.I said good bye to everyone over here except you. I was feeling very bad,why? I can't figure it out.May be because I am afraid of the truth that , there is no way in the world I can meet u again ,once I left.But I don't have reason to stay too. Where are you Aadhi... ? I need you the most here with me right now. ......what is this terrible feeling passing through my nerves... it's just killing me. One last time I want to see you in person ... Aaa....adh....Aadhi..... I thought adhi means a new beginning. How come we end up like this ? I hope this might not be the actual ending for us. For the first time I want to believe in the saying that world is round. And we can meet again. I started believing that everything happens for a reason unless or until I met you that day........ Will you remember me the same way I do? .....lol... Here it's a love story between two young people.did they meet eachother? if they met ?what was going to happen between them?is the story content... Let's see what happens...

"I would've prayed for Them to go easy on you too." He moves and his eyes are on me, eyes where they are brimming with tears, but his soft smile confuses me. Gently caressing my temple, he gazes at me as if I'm the most delicate treasure. His lips kiss my fingers. "They did. A few years late but They did. Their mercy on me is you." ______________ While World War II is absorbed in its own devastation, a runaway slave stumbles upon a meadow. He is saved by a curious, lonely spirit and builds an affinity with her; but will he be her only salvation or eternal damnation? Either way, she can't let him go. And neither can he... as they're more similar than they thought. With unexpected gifts and losses coming their way, the starry-eyed lovers go on a journey for a sense of peace through a strange reality, a stark contrast to her own. The human world. Not an easy feat. Especially where ghosts and dreadful creatures are concerned. ☾✧⋄⋆⋅⋆⋄✧☽ Cover art by DuskBeetle This story isn't drama-filled and hasty despite the dramatics and the hassles. ▪︎ Ludus/Eros/Pragma & Philia ▪︎ Grumpy x Sunshine ▪︎ Interracial Couple ▪︎ 93k-98k words ▪︎ WARNING: Death, war, and miscarriage themes, harsh language, mild violence, implied trafficking Copyright © 2021 by L.I. Lost Yearn ✧⋄⋆⋅⋆⋄✧ 🥇 The Hearts Awards 2022 🥈 3x ▪︎ Those Romance Awards 2022 ▪︎ The Gemini Awards 2022 ▪︎ The Sapphire Awards 2023 {𝔽𝕖𝕒𝕥𝕦𝕣𝕖𝕕} Paranormal Paramours 2023 ⋄ @Paranormal

Book One of Five in the New Beginnings Series. **You do NOT have to read Inhale, Exhale, & Breathe to enjoy these stories** #1 in bxb tag: 09/21/2024 #4 in friendstolovers tag: 9/21/2024 CYRUS PIERCE: I'm content in my almost soundless world. I prefer to live through the romance stories I weave and post online. Hardly anyone reads my books, even if they're free, but I do have one fan, and he's supported me since I started writing two years ago. Except, my writing started to take a depressing dive when I realized that you simply couldn't prevent nor protect your heart from falling for someone. For him. For the one who had no interest in me. When I fell in love with him, I thought we had a chance. It was an accident. Turned out, I couldn't be more wrong. He doesn't want me, and I wasn't supposed to have him. It didn't matter if he showed up in the bookstore every day, talking to everyone else except me. Nor did it matter at all because he didn't know sign language. He couldn't learn. We couldn't communicate. But after I go on a date and it ends in putrid disaster, he makes his appearance known, and he's angry. Then he's doing things for me that confuse me. My stories are filling up with pages of content, dreams that I want to come true, and my mystery commenter encourages me to continue-to reach my happiness. To take what I want. But the activities planned start sparking familiarity-like I lived it before, or maybe dreamed it. Or maybe, just maybe, I'd written it before? My mind is spiraling, but I can't stop myself from getting closer and closer to him. I'm not supposed to have him, but my heart craves him. Sage Monroe, I'm in love with you, and I'm scared now because I have a feeling that you've been communicating with me in more ways than one.