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There is a fine line between right and wrong... and Stellar Cross is tethering on the edge of falling on the sinful side. ... Stellar Cross, a self-confessed wallflower and always blending in the background. An unpolished gem waiting to blind people with her sparkle so bright and beautiful. Beau Spencer, an heir and a ruthless businesseman, imprisoned in his responsibilities. Holden Knight, a darkness who found his light. At the end of her journey, would Stellar finally found what she's been searching for? [Some parts of this book blurs the line between right and wrong. However, those that keep an open mind and stick with it might not be disappointed.] ... Stellar felt vindictive. She wanted to break Beau's heart the same way he broke hers. Suddenly, a wild thought entered Stellar's mind. The only way to vex the heck out of Beau was to date a person nobody could have—just like him. As if a light bulb switched on inside Stellar's head illuminating her path, she glanced up at Brother Holden and determination painted her face. Stellar was set on one thing: she would seduce her brother's friend and may the Almighty forgive her for stealing his disciple. Edited by Swaning *artwork not mine 1000-1600 words per chapter

“I’m not a ‘thing’ to be possessed.” Olivia pulled her weight with her elbows and stared at Maxen whose head was now wedged between her legs. “Absolutely,” he agreed, widening the high slit of her gown. “You’re a goddess, Olivia. And I will even worship the land that you would set foot on.” ... Olivia Lin. Exiled heiress of the biggest corporation in the small island of Nisia. Nobody knew of her name. Heck, nobody knew of her existence. Henry Lin, her father, left her in the farthest place from the country as possible the moment she was born. Maxen Victor Eton Sui, a heartbreak dressed in a hot suit. What more if he's wearing a crown? Now when their paths collide, will sparks fly? ... *This book is for mature readers. edited by Swaning join us in discord! tinyurl.com/filledelisle IG: filledelisle

''People need stories more than bread itself. They tell us how to live—and why." - Arabian Nights *** *** *** Throwing the pregnancy test into the wastebasket, Aerith unboxed another stick and peed on it. Her finger tapped on the vanity as she waited for the results. "Fck," she mouthed, her gaze locked on the white strip on the counter that was mocking her.  Two blue stripes. Positive AF.  Aerith covered her face with both hands, forcing out a cry for help but shed not a single drop of tear from her eye. She shouldn't be pregnant. She made a promise not to follow her mother's footsteps...but look at her now.  She's at the exact crossroads her mother once took. Pregnant at the time of her life when she should be enjoying her youth. Subconsciously, her mind spiraled down to that fateful day that changed the direction of her life—the day she offered herself to Hunter Ma. She scoffed. If there was one thing that Aerith Ang knew about Hunter Ma, it would be him collecting promises. And when he does, he makes sure to collect it with an interest—and that's her heart. edited by: Swaning

Story about friends. edited by Swaning