colleen hoover fiction books

This is the story of Shi-heum and Yoon-sung, who found themselves living together due to circumstances beyond their control.

Bria Stephens was an artist once. She painted cities at dusk in colors no one else could see — until someone she trusted told her she wasn't good enough. She never picked up a brush again. Now she's a senior editor at Caelum Press, one of the most prestigious publishing houses in the country. Her colleagues call her the Ice Queen of the slush pile. Authors fear her rejections. No one knows she still sees the world like a canvas — she just stopped letting anyone see her. Ryan Malcolm wasn't always Ryan Malcolm. He was born Dante Wards, in a neighborhood that tried to bury him. He failed. He lost everything. So he left, changed his name, and rebuilt himself from nothing. Now he's the cold, elusive CEO of Caelum Press — the company he built with his own hands. The only people who know the man beneath the armor are the younger sibling he raised alone, and the anonymous scholarship he funds for kids from his old streets. When an anonymous manuscript lands on Bria's desk — a story about a young artist who stopped painting, written with details no stranger should know — her carefully constructed walls begin to crack. Someone inside Caelum Press knows her secret. Someone is watching. At the same time, an inquiry into the Dante Wards Scholarship threatens to expose the past Ryan has spent years burying. Forced together by the threats circling them both, Bria and Ryan discover what they've been hiding from the world — and from themselves. Two people who built the same walls. Two people who recognize the armor because they wear the same kind. The world has already written Bria as the villainess. Ryan has been written as a ghost. But the story isn't over yet — and some stories can be rewritten. The Color of Cold is a slow-burn contemporary romance about art, survival, and what happens when two people who forgot how to feel finally let someone in.

In a world still healing from the Transparency Revolution that exposed global corruption, violence begins rising again across Mumbai—quietly, strangely, without warning. Ordinary people display inhuman reflexes, unpredictable instincts, and terrifying bursts of clarity in fights. Officials blame stress. The media blames unrest. No one knows the truth. Arjun is the kind of boy who should never be caught in this chaos—quiet, overlooked, bullied, living each day in survival mode. He’s not fast, not skilled, and not brave. Yet whenever danger closes in, something inside him reacts before he can think. A glance he shouldn't notice. A footstep he shouldn't hear. A punch he shouldn't avoid. Everyone around him is changing in violent, unpredictable ways. But Arjun… stays calm. When he survives an attack that should have killed him, he begins to notice the truth: the world is shifting, people are breaking, and whatever is happening to them… isn't happening to him. As more strange incidents spread across the city, Arjun finds himself caught between students who fight like cornered animals, strangers whose instincts feel manufactured, and forces far bigger than any schoolyard conflict. He isn’t trying to become a hero. He isn’t trying to understand the world. He just wants to stay alive. But survival comes with a cost—because once the wrong people notice someone who doesn’t break, they don’t let go. And Arjun is about to find out that the most dangerous thing in this changing world… is a mind that refuses to fall apart.

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A man who struggled and lived on earth reincarnated in a new world. When he was trying to become a county official, he was conscripted as a labor disciple from a cultivation sect. The novel is Xuanhuan type and written in first-person view. MC's past, his view on the world, his experience, and his way of life are described by adding some Memes in the Mix. Unlike the usual things that happened in Xuanhuan novel, MC doesn't have a cheat, Op Hax's ability, or Golden finger. Memes wouldn't be explicitly revealed for readers' enjoyment to find out themselves. Au Note, Meme songs would be properly revealed with (the singer - original song). I wrote this novel for readers who love Cultivation fantasy stories but are bored to see the usual cliche event.

JUMIN YOON had never wasted his time on trivial matters such as romance . he was much better off without having to deal with matters like this , thank you . but there was an instance back years ago that made his heart beat a little more faster than usual . made his face warm up more than considered normal . and made his stomach do a weird little flip that he couldn't quite comprehend what it was back then. it wasn't like it meant anything , though . right ?

the girl with a colorless life meets the girl with a colorful life How will things plan out? (art is not mine besides text)

Bagaimana jadinya seorang cowok and cewe sama-sama dingin, cuek dan gak kesentuh. Austhia Putri Fernandez gadis cantik, pintar tapi sayang nya sifat cuek membuat dirinya di gemari oleh semua orang termasuk cowok dingin yaitu Andreas Smith helten. Bagaimanakah kisah cinta antara Cowok dingin Vs cewe dingin mengejar cintanya?.

Just Enjoy the Novel there's no synopsis okay

Things go wrong after Jerry hooks up with a stranger at an all freshers party. * * * Bro, you gotta see the way your eyes were on her." He laughed, but less loudly this time." I won't lie, I've done it before, every guy does, she's beautiful, you gotta give it to her." "Well she's cute." She is! "She's beautiful, you know it, that's why you had a one night stand with her." I almost choked on my burger. I had to take a drink before I talked again. "What the hell man?!" I whispered loudly. "What?" "Why did you have to say that out loud like that?" "Oh. Chill, these people are too busy enjoying their burgers to listen to our Convo." He said really chilling about it. I remembered the main thing I was worrying about when I saw her earlier this morning. I didn't use a condom when we were grinding our bodies against each other that night! 'What was I thinking?!' That's what I would ask myself if I didn't have a chance to use one because I did. When I was carrying her, her legs wrapped around my waist tightly, into the room, through rough kisses, I had stopped our liplock, and had told her I didn't have a condom. She said she had some; both male's and female's actually but she didn't want us to interrupt what we were having at that particular moment. I would ask why she had both male and female condoms but she was right, it was too hot, too pleasurable, a moment to interrupt. "I can just take a pill after." She had said.