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Everyone fears Damian Deluca - CEO of Deluca Industries and the Mafia king of Russia's underworld. No one knows his weakness... because he never reveals her. His wife, Avelina Rose. To him, she's everything he refuses to lose. To her, he's the monster who stole her dreams and locked her in a golden cage. But secrets don't stay buried forever. And when his darkness and her desires collide... their truth might ruin them both.

Alexander didn't cheat. He just gave someone else his attention, his laughter, and the smiles that used to belong to his wife. And she watched him drift, not to another woman's bed, but to her presence. Her laugh. The way she made him feel seen in a room full of people. Everything he found in someone else - Zara had been giving him all along. Eight years of marriage. One little boy who loved them both. And Zara standing in the middle of it all - wondering when she became the woman he stopped choosing. She warned him. Three times. The first - he dismissed her. The second - he called her jealous. The third - he called her insecure. So she stopped warning him altogether. And stopped waiting. Love wasn't enough... and now it might be too late.

❗️CEO အဆင်လေးနဲ့ ဂျစ်ကန်ကန် အတွင်းရေးမှူးမလေး

✧____________(⁠✯⁠ᴗ⁠✯⁠)_____________✧ 🪷 "Her innocent king" season 2 "🪷 "You never told me... you're a billionaire and the CEO of a law firm," Ishaan's voice cracked, pain hidden behind those calm, cat-like eyes. Aaniya stepped closer, her hand pressing over his heart, her lips barely above a whisper "Because I was me... and your lover... every second I was with you," she said, her words a mixture of truth, fire, and regret. "You should find someone of your status... not a simple, ordinary orphan doctor," he said quietly, his voice steady but his eyes betraying the storm inside. Aaniya stepped closer, her heels echoing softly against the marble floor, a dangerous smile curving her lips. "No one can match your status, muffin," she whispered, her gaze locking into his. "And my choice... is never ordinary." Her fingers brushed his jaw, tilting his face toward her. "Muffin," she breathed, her tone melting between challenge and confession,"I am yours... and you are mine. And I will do anything to make sure the world knows it. ""You kept me in the dark for six months, Aaniya," Ishaan said, his voice breaking as he looked at her one last time. "I can't trust you anymore... and I don't love you. We're no more friends." He turned away before the tremor in his voice could betray the ache in his chest. Aaniya didn't move. She just smiled softly, painfully as her heart bled behind that calm face. "But I do, muffin," she whispered. He froze at the door, his throat tightening, tears burning behind his eyes. He swallowed hard... and walked away. And for the first time, the woman who never lost a case, lost the only heart she ever wanted to win. © 2025 Kaashi Kaashi. All rights reserved. No part of this story may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted in any form without the prior written permission of the author. November 13, 2025

Everyone knows Musa. Her voice, her story, her place in Magix. But there's another girl quiet, distant, and nothing like the sister everyone recognizes. She moves along the edges of Magix with a different kind of magic, a different rhythm, and a life far away from Alfea's spotlight. This story follows her journey: the people she meets, the places she drifts through, and the quiet world she builds for herself beyond the noise. -------- Season 1: Completed ✅ Season 2: Completed✅ Season 3: Ongoing [started 19/12/2025] -------- Disclaimer: I do not own any characters, settings, or concepts from Winx Club. All rights belong to Rainbow S.p.A. and Iginio Straffi. Only my original characters and story additions belong to me.

The heavens tremble. Jiang Feng, the youngest Dark Sovereign, has defied destiny, mastering the laws of Darkness, Time, and Space. Yet, his ascent has only just begun. With a second soul - that of the ancient Aevium race - stirring within him, Jiang Feng embodies a power previously unimaginable, marked by the distinctive white locs of his otherworldly heritage. But the realms are in turmoil. The Severance Veil weakens, allowing the relentless Demon Race to pour into the mortal world. From above, the Immortal Realm prepares its own invasion, while the Beast and Soul Realms eye the unfolding chaos, ready to strike. Now, with his loyal Embersteel Wardens at his side, Jiang Feng must battle not only for his mortal home but for the very balance of the cosmos. As he navigates treacherous celestial politics and confronts ancient forces, he must embrace the full extent of his dual nature. Will his growing power be enough to unite the disparate realms against the encroaching darkness, or will the weight of a collapsing universe prove too great a burden, even for a sovereign? The fate of all creation rests upon the Embersteel.

He wasn't supposed to touch her. Yet here she was in his arms, held like she belonged there, like she had never been meant to stand anywhere else. "Put me down..." Arohi whispered, her voice trembling despite the strength she tried to hold on to. Her hands pressed lightly against his chest, a weak attempt to create distance, but his grip only tightened, not enough to hurt, just enough to remind her that he wasn't letting go. "You still think you have a choice?" His voice was calm, almost soft, but something darker lingered beneath it, something that made her breath hitch. She looked up at him, and what she saw in his eyes wasn't anger or care, it was something far more dangerous. Something that didn't ask. Something that claimed. Years ago, he had left without a word. Everyone thought it was his choice. But the truth was, he left to protect her from himself, from the way his gaze lingered too long, from the darkness inside him that whispered her name like a sin. He thought distance would bury it, that time would erase it. But obsession doesn't fade. It waits. It grows in silence. And now he was back. Standing too close, holding her too tightly, looking at her like he had already crossed a line she didn't even know existed. "I did that once," he said quietly. "Let you go." His hold tightened just slightly. "Not again." In that moment, Arohi understood something she should have realized the second he walked back into her life. He didn't come back to stay. He came back because he couldn't stay away. Because the darkness he once ran from now wanted her. Not gently. Not safely. But completely.

A realm on the brink of war. A bond that threatens to consume them both. Cora's life takes a dangerous turn when she's thrust into a world of secrets and magic. Mistaken for a fae, her blood is thought to hold the power to restore balance to a crumbling realm. The first thing she learns when she's captured: never trust a dragon. Ash has always known what it means to be feared. He comes from the Third Kingdom, the only realm where dragons remain awake inside their bonded. Considered little better than beasts, the people of the Third live in isolation, training to control the instincts and will of the creature that lives inside them. Alone in the Outlands, he never expected to find a fae. Especially not one like her. When her cry shatters the forest, he understands the instinct that drives him to her side. What he does not anticipate is how fiercely he will have to fight the beast that already sees her as its own. With witches whispering of prophecy and a dark king determined to bring about a new era of ruin, they must choose: fight the fate that binds them or risk becoming the very force that brings the realm to ruin. Because the longer they travel together, the harder it becomes to tell where Ash ends and the dragon begins.

𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐦, 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐥𝐞𝐟𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐲. "𝐈 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮." "𝐈 𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐨𝐨, 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠." 𝗧𝘃𝗱 : 𝘀𝗲𝗮𝘀𝗼𝗻 𝟯_𝘀𝗲𝗮𝘀𝗼𝗻 𝟰. 𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗼𝗿𝗶𝗴𝗶𝗻𝗮𝗹𝘀 : 𝘀𝗲𝗮𝘀𝗼𝗻 𝟮_𝘀𝗲𝗮𝘀𝗼𝗻 𝟱.

❗️ကမ္ဘာကျော် ရုပ်ရှင်မင်းသမီး နဲ့ ဆရာ၀န် အဆင်လေး

They say love is supposed to feel safe. Amara knows better. After surviving nine years of toxic relationship, she's done believing in promises, apologies, and second chances. Love didn't save her. It broke her. So she built walls. Stronger. Colder. Unreachable. Until she meets someone who doesn't push. Doesn't chase. Doesn't demand. He waits. And somehow... That terrifies her more. Because the more he stays-the harder it becomes to keep pretending she feels nothing. This isn't a story about falling in love. This is a story about what happens when someone teaches you how to feel again... when you don't want to.

who do you trust when the one who solves the crimes, is the one committing them?

Aurora Whitmore never feared the dark. Rich, confident, and curious, she leads her friends into a forest game that ends at a mansion no one dares to enter. Inside, shadows whisper and secrets breathe. A stranger appears....Thorn Ashford, alluring yet dangerous, with eyes that see too much and a voice that tempts her closer. He claims to be more than human, and Aurora's bold questions only draw him in deeper. But Thorn carries a purpose hidden in silence, a mission that could shatter everything. When love collides with vengeance, will Aurora survive the truth waiting in the shadows?

Kneeling in front of me, he took my hands and helped me stand among the shards of glass. "Hey... look at me," he murmured softly. I couldn't. "I'm so sorry," I whispered. "I don't belong here..." His grip tightened, like he wasn't ready to let go. "I don't belong with you." And then I ran. ★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆ Harper Rose Montgomery is a sweet, determined baker trying to save the only thing her parents left behind, their beloved family bakery. But in a world, that's constantly moving forward, her small Bakery is falling behind. With no options left, Harper makes a choice that will change everything. An arrangement. One year. One contract. One condition. Lawson Alexander Deveraux is the heir to a powerful empire built on legacy, sacrifice, and control. He's ready to take over his father's business, until his father makes one thing clear. Success isn't built on business alone. "One year," Mr. Deveraux says. "One Condition," Lawson counters. "Done," They both agreed. What starts as an arrangement soon becomes something far more complicated than anyone imagined.

The grove was sacred. But now, no longer. Corpses lie along the land, their faces frozen in silent screams of anguish and torment, the smell of blood, metallic and coppery, tarnishing the once fresh, earthy aroma of the peaceful woods, the mystical creatures' home. In Vael'thalor, a kingdom of immortal legacy and dying truth, Elessara - a half-human, half-elven knight- uncovers something she was never meant to see: a massacre drenched in illusion, lies carved to look like truth, and orders that demand silence over honor. A decision must be made, hastily. Will you stand with your kin, place a hand on top of theirs, and disregard all morality towards a kind you have been raised to despise... Or, must you open an eye to the sheer insanity of the council's orders? Elessara Thaelvir, Captain of the second regiment, is stirred into making a decision, one that has her teetering between the two worlds to which she, seemingly, never belongs.

Jenna has never seen the sun She has never gone to school She has never had a real family Raised inside a hidden facility, Jenna is Number 10 of Batch 36, one of ten genetically engineered teens designed to be perfect. Stronger. Smarter. Faster. Better. Jenna was never supposed to go outside Until one day she does And disobeying has consequences.

A creepypasta known among students and kids about a ghost you can summon through a ritual, a ghost you can receive a free haircut from. Though, it doesn't always end the same, it is rumored that some people who are known to have done some bad deeds get a horrifying sensation during the ritual-where they feel like they're grabbed to stay still, and their eyes being stabbed and taken out, but after they play, they're found to be so pale and have a scratch mark on their right eyelid- a few days later, those players go missing. Then there are few people who have not gone missing after playing that summoning ritual. After playing they only notice to have their hair to be cut randomly, and these people have something in common- they have been bullied before, while those who have gone missing were once bullies. Most adults didn't believe in such school ghost stories, and so they didn't give it much thought.

Some races can't be measured in seconds. Divya Singh is a state champion swimmer from Katy, Texas, with her sights set on one more gold medal. A summer trip to Washington should be a victory lap before senior year-lake swims, cousin time, a chance to finally breathe. Instead, she finds herself in the shadow of a mountain that's waking up. When Cascade Peak erupts, Divya's world becomes a race of a different kind. Alongside her cousin, her best friends, and a retired volcanologist named Harry Dalton, she must navigate ash-choked roads, forest fires, and a landscape that's rewriting itself by the minute. This is a story about the moments between the medals-the fear, the love, and the quiet strength that emerges when everything you've built is tested by fire.

They say King Midas was greedy. They say he begged a god for gold. That is not the truth. Midas was a faithful husband, a devoted father, and a king who valued peace over excess. But when Dionysus grows jealous of mortal happiness, he grants Midas a "gift" that turns everything he touches to gold. When the curse is lifted, Midas believes he has been forgiven. He is wrong. What follows is not a lesson in greed - but a punishment in love, immortality, and divine cruelty. Some curses do not end at the river. Some only begin there.

The Script. The Anchor. The Director. The Calling (G.E.A.T Writes) Athena Lopez is the face of perfection. Every headline, every angle, every breath is perfectly planned. Enter Rafael Santillan: the new director who hates perfection. He's here to ruin her broadcast. He's here to challenge her faith. And he's here to prove that sometimes, the most beautiful stories are the ones that happen when the cameras are off and the "glitch" begins. Will Athena stay on script, or will she finally report the truth of her heart? Credits to the Owners: The physical portrayals of Athena and Rafael are inspired by Wilbert Ross and Bea Binene. This is a work of fiction created as a tribute to the artists.