bofuri soundtrack

Hey, lovely readers Welcome to The soundtrack of us, a story that’s been quietly growing in my heart for a while now. It’s about two souls who meet in the most unexpected way—a world-famous singer drowning in noise, and a quiet girl from a quiet town who doesn’t want anything from him… This isn’t your squeaky-clean fangirl fantasy. Oh no. This is a slow, lingering burn. A connection so raw, it slips under your skin before you know it. Their messages? Feel like confessions. Their silence? Feels like tension. Their friendship? Let’s just say it’s not going to stay just that for long. So buckle up, hold your breath, and don’t blame me if you start smiling at your phone like a fool Let me know how deep the butterflies hit - Vera Roy

Corey and Matt were the weirdest couple AJ had ever known. They were extremely close to each other and seemed to share an almost mystical chemistry, but there was something in the younger one that didn’t fit the picture. AJ is good at reading people, but this pair were a tough nut to crack. Matt is a happy-go-lucky guy who doesn’t seem to have a care in the world, but who turns into an intimidating protector when it comes to Corey. On the other hand, the little one looks like a fragile scaredy cat who wouldn’t hurt a fly, but with a fire in his eyes that is hard to explain. His interest increases the more he gets to know about the two guys. The more he finds out, the more he wants to know. Misunderstandings, severe traumas and dark secrets become his daily dose and soon he’s no longer able to pull away from them. He has to know more. ---------------------------------- Slowburn gay romance about family and friendship loyalties when love gets involved.

On our wedding day, just as the priest prompted us to exchange rings, Silas, my groom, spoke up. "Actually, Juliana and I are already together." I froze, my shock plain on my face, but he didn’t even flinch. He said it as casually as if he were talking about the weather. "Last month, while you were in that emergency surgery, we slept together. In the on-call lounge, right next to your office." "She couldn't help but cry out, and you thought one of the nurses was sick. You were worried about her for days." "Later, when she stood beside you, her legs were still shaking." In that instant, my blood ran cold. I turned my head, the movement stiff and mechanical, to find my sister in the crowd below. She was beaming. She held up her bouquet, cheering my name. Just an hour ago, she’d been on her knees, tearfully adjusting the train of my dress and telling me I had to be the happiest woman alive. "Even moments ago, while you were in the bridal suite getting your makeup done, she was in my lap." "She was so worked up, her nails dug into my back and drew blood." He said all this casually, his eyes fixed on the ring in his hand—the one he was supposed to put on my finger. "Cora Valerius," he said, "now you know." "Whether we get married or not is up to you." ...

For Sagara Kalandra, South Jakarta isn't just about Senopati's traffic jams or the packed cafes in Blok M—it’s where he’s building his whole dream: running his family resto, making food content, and being the frontman/main vocalist of Polaris Youth. It's an indie band he started with his three high school day ones, Yoga, Harsa, and Naren, along with their three favorite younger brothers, Javin, Tata, and JK. Saga's life felt perfectly on track, packed with music, brainrot humor, and the hectic vibe of the big city. Until fate literally brought back someone from his past: Kinara Nareswari. Nara was the Kalandra family’s childhood neighbor who suddenly ghosted everyone and moved away. Now, Nara is back in the capital working as a financial consultant and a part-time model. Thanks to Javin’s plug, Nara gets hired to sort out the financial management of Saga’s restaurant. That accidental reunion completely messes with Saga's rhythm. Nara’s mature, perfectionist, yet totally chill and down-to-earth vibe gets her instantly locked into the circle, making her the only girl in the Polaris Youth squad. To JK, Nara is the older sister he can always baby around with. To the rest of the Polaris Youth boys, Nara is the most honest and cheerful listener and music critic. But for Saga, Nara’s presence triggers those sparks that had been buried for over a decade. Between late-night talks after practice, the smell of coffee, and the indie pop-rock melodies they scream out, Saga has to sort out his feelings. Did Nara come back just to fix his resto's business, or is she actually here to be the missing piece to the soundtrack of their youth?

There is a box inside is another box and inside that is another box is there an end Probably Maybe ?

The adventure of a man of random words

In this book will be multiple synopses of different books I'd be willing to work on. There will be 3-10 options each time I finish a book, whichever book has more comments in the synopsis by the end of the deadline will be the book I start on. Old books can be requested to be voted for again and no comments after the deadline will be relevant. And for the people who've come here just for some fresh ideas, have fun!

The lines that blur between love and war are often the only thing keeping you alive. I wasn't a full Italian. My mother was a Russian, a female of the Bratva. To create peace between the Famiglia her family, the Bratva gave her up. My father always said I was born lucky, I would never have to marry for power. I could choose. And for a while, I believed him. For a while, I thought I could marry Leonardo Catelli. Until HE, Marco Catelli, eldest son of the Capo of the Famiglia lost his betrothed. Until he rose to be the Capo Dei Capi, The Boss of all Bosses. Until he needed an heir, a wife. Until he chose me. My name is Aliyana Capello, daughter of Consigliere Sartini Capello and this is my confession. "Bury him, mourn his death. But come Monday morning you mine Aliyana." Marco The story follows Aliyana Capello and Marco Catelli's life and the events leading them to the alter. When Lorenzo Catelli is murdered, Marco promises to avenge his brother's death with the help of Aliyana and his siblings. But as the answers are found, more people in the 5th State are murdered. When a cold past comes back, Marco finally sees some light in his corner. But all is not as it seems. Enemies are never far and few in the 5th State. Forced into a war he never wanted to protect the one he loves, Marco must choose the extent of the crimes he will commit and the enemies he will make especially if that enemy happens to be his future wife.

A new job means a new boss. What Alianna Brust didn't know was that her new boss, Damion Blackstone always get what he want. And what he want was her.

In her past life, Su Yaoguang bought Xiao Yanci, supported his education, and helped him rise to great heights. She became his wife. Everyone praised him for never abandoning the farm girl who funded his rise. Su Yaoguang also believed she had found a good man. Unexpectedly, when she was seriously ill, she saw Xiao Yanci bring his first love and a child who resembled them both to her bedside. "Dad, mom, when will this person die?" the child asked, holding Xiao Yanci's hand. Xiao Yanci responded, "Soon, just wait a bit longer." That was the moment she realized: she had wasted her entire life on the wrong man. Returning to the age of fifteen, Su Yaoguang pointed at the bloody young boy: "I want him." In her past life, no matter what she gave Xiao Yanci, she only received a cold expression. This time, the young boy, like a wolf cub, dropped his guard; everything Sister gifted was the best. Sweet as milk. Devoted beyond reason. He melted her completely. Until one day, the young boy took a high position. Not wanting history to repeat itself, Su Yaoguang packed her things and slipped away at night, only to run into a man as noble and unattainable as a deity. "I've heard you call us siblings everywhere. Good sister, shouldn't we change what we call each other?"