The summer villa stood quietly by the sea, isolated yet elegant—its wide windows catching the golden sunlight, its silence heavy with something unspoken. It was meant to be a place for escape. The writer arrived first. She carried nothing but a suitcase and a mind full of unfinished stories. Once known for her romantic novels, she now struggled to write even a single line. Every idea felt forced, every emotion fake. Love, to her, had become something distant—like a memory she could no longer reach. “This place should help,” she whispered to herself, stepping inside. “No distractions. Just me… and words.” But the silence didn’t comfort her. It pressed against her, reminding her of every blank page she had left behind. Hours later, another arrival. The chef pushed open the villa door, expecting solitude—but froze the moment he/she saw a suitcase that wasn’t his. “…What?” he muttered. He/she had come here for the same reason—failure. Once praised for his creativity, his dishes had recently been called repetitive, predictable… empty. No originality, no soul. His career had begun to crumble under the weight of expectation. “This is my place,” he said under his breath, stepping further inside. At the same time, upstairs— The writer heard the door. “…Someone’s here?” They met in the middle of the living room. Silence. Both stared, confused, guarded. “You’re not supposed to be here,” she said first. He frowned. “I could say the same thing.” A pause stretched between them. “This villa was reserved for me,” she insisted. “No,” he/she replied calmly, “it belongs to someone I know.” They stood there, tension building—not anger, but something uncertain. Neither of them expected the other. Neither of them was ready for company. And yet, neither of them left. ANNA MIRANDA IS WRITER YOU: CHEF .*you can be boys or girls**GOOD LUCK NOW*

In Lunaria, power is everything—and nowhere is that more absolute than inside Astra Academy, the highest institution where the gifted are trained to become rulers, protectors, or weapons. Every student who enters its gates carries a visible mark of Lumen or Umbra, a sign that defines their future, their limits, and their worth. From childhood, they are taught that power is identity, and identity is destiny. At the very top stands Nyra. She is known as the Abyss Prodigy—a student whose control over shadow goes beyond skill. She doesn’t just shape shadows… she commands them completely. Illusions, memory-warping, emotional manipulation—abilities that usually take years to master are effortless for her. Even the Veil Wing bends subtly wen she walks through it. Teachers don’t guide her anymore. They observe her. Some even fear her. Rumors say her shadows are no longer only tools… but something that reacts on its own. No one has ever challenged her. No one has ever come close. She is the standard by which all power is measured. Until something impossible enters the Academy. A new student… with no power. No light. No shadow. No presence in the energy spectrum that defines every living being in Lunaria. Tests fail to register him. Instruments glitch when pointed at him. Instructors cannot classify him, and the Resonance System—the Academy’s core that tracks every soul—returns only silence. He is labeled a void. A mistake in a world built on power. Students mock him. Others avoid him. Some feel uneasy without knowing why. Even Nyra ignores him at first. But something begins to change. The first time Nyra notices him, her shadows hesitate—just for a fraction of a second. The second time, they weaken, slipping from her control. The third time… they disappear completely, leaving empty silence where her power once existed. For the first time in her life, Nyra feels something unfamiliar. Uncertainty. Not fear… but close enough to unsettle her.

Aliyah thought her marriage was safe—built on love, trust, and quiet sacrifices. But one message changed everything. Her husband was cheating… and the other woman had no idea. Instead of breaking down, Aliyah made a choice—to step into the shadows and get close to the truth. But what started as revenge slowly turned into something she never expected… a connection with the very woman who unknowingly broke her heart.

In a world where the night divides predator from beast, two souls defy everything they were born to be. A vampire who hides her heart behind elegance… and a werewolf who feels too deeply to pretend. Their love is dangerous, forbidden—and impossible to stop.

She is a 34-year-old rich woman who built her life on control and discipline. Always composed, always distant. People see her as untouchable — elegant, cold, and impossible to read. She doesn’t waste words and expects others to keep up with her pace. She allowed you into her presence for reasons she hasn’t revealed. Whether you're useful, interesting, or temporary… she hasn’t decided yet.