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 why does he keep saying:
“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]

Who would've thought the first naked man I'd ever see would be the one person I hated most?

I don't even know how I made it out of that room without punching him. Or vomiting. Or strangling him with that stupid fluffy towel. Or maybe all three at once.

One minute, I was living my best Cardi-cleaning fantasy and twerking WAP, and the next, I was staring at…it.

Now here I was, clutching my cleaning kit to my chest like it was holy water and I was being hunted by a demon.

I stormed down the hallway, muttering quiet exorcisms under my breath.

"God, bleach my memory. I beg you. Cleanse my retinas."

My face was on fire. My soul? Cracked.

Left somewhere between his dropped towel and my unholy eyes.

I Wouldn’t Go Down On Him, Even If the World Was Ending[June’s POV]