HiddenPearl

One elite school. One dead student. Two boys who can’t stand each other… and can’t stay away.

Welcome to Blackwell Academy.
The most prestigious high school in the country, where the rich are powerful, the powerful are dangerous.
And everyone is playing a role in the chain.

At the top of the chain?
The Glass Circle……six untouchable students born into legacy, wealth, and manipulation.
They are feared, worshipped and corrupt to the core.
One night, one of them, ends up dead.

What happens when Ash Rivera….a quiet, artistic scholarship student from the slums of the city…witnesses the one thing he was never meant to see? 

He wasn’t supposed to be at that party.
He wasn’t meant to see the body fall from the rooftop.
He wasn’t meant to survive it.
He definitely wasn’t supposed to catch Dominic Vale’s attention.

But one wrong night changes everything.

Now Ash is the only witness to a murder, and someone knows he saw too much.
They want him silent.

“Keep your mouth shut, Rivera. Or you’ll be next. You don’t belong here…and you’ll die trying to."

But the real danger isn’t the killer.
It’s Dominic Vale…..Blackwell’s golden boy and Ash’s sworn enemy.
Because Dominic has his own secrets. His own obsessions. And one terrifying promise.
“Ash Rivera is mine. No one touches him… no one… except me.”


As Ash digs deeper into the truth behind the Glass Circle, one thing becomes clear:

Love is dangerous.
And the truth? Might get you killed.




Content Warning:
This novel contains mature themes, including strong language, dark romance, psychological tension, steamy scenes, and emotional triggers. Reader discretion is advised.

Glass Hearts [BL]

"I used to think safety was a place. Turns out, it's a person who makes me feel like I can breathe."

I jolted awake like my brain had just remembered a million things at once.

For a second, I couldn't figure out where I was.

Soft sheets. Warm sunlight slanting through blinds

Dominic was still asleep beside me, one arm draped across my waist.

He looked…different when he slept. Softer. His dark lashes rested against his cheeks, his mouth slightly parted. He was even snoring a little.

The kind of sleep that only comes after a long night of emotional unraveling….and possibly ice cream overdose.

But the world was already calling.

I twisted slowly, careful not to wake him, and slid my hand toward my phone on the nightstand. The screen lit up.

Safety Is a Person