Alam e Muhabbat - عالم محبت ✹ 𝗡ineteen-year-old Anabiya Khan is a lovely definition of purity. Sheltered all her life, she is hesitant to step out of her shell and has yet to unravel her limitations. However, despite her seemingly sealed fate, destiny maneuvers her controlled life to accidentally collide with the most brutal embodient of raw masculinity, completely changing her life as she knows it. For the 𝘁hirty-one-year-old Punjabi feudal lord Sardar Jalal Alam Shah, his pleasurably hedonistic life is destined to be upended by the flames of an intense newfound love. Yet, unbeknownst to Anabiya, he's willing to risk it all. Set in the rural areas of PAKISTAN, Ishq Zaat unfolds a social romantic tale of two strayed souls observing a divergent elemental life indulged in desperation, grief, and separation-but, above all, by the selflessness of their ISHQ! * * * The story عِشق ذات mentions materials such as profanities, obscene language, graphic violence, and other mature themes. FEUDAL ROMANCE POWERPLAYS | #1 Copyright ©2025 by Husna

(Book one of the DeLuca series) SMUT WARNING 🔥🤫 ______________________________________________ "How much" he asked "I'm not a prostitute" I said and he removed the hair that was laying on my shoulder. "I didn't say you were" he whispered into my ear as his fingers drew small circles on hips. Swallowing hard I closed my eyes when he gently sucked my earlobe. "So how much" he asked after backing away. Easing off the door I turned around to meet his beautiful blue eyes. My panty was already wet just by looking at him but I wasn't going to have him turn me into a hooker the first day I choose to do this. "Okay I'll give you 2000 euros" he said and my eyes widened. I needed the money but I can't do this "I'm sorry but I'm not a prostitute" I said walking away before picking up my coat. DO NOT COPY OR TWIST MY STORY TO YOUR OWN. I PUT ALOT OF TIME AND WORK INTO MY BOOKS SO DO NOT STEAL THEM⚠️⚠️⚠️ (Book cover by _navyblueee_)

I was 8 when I got promised to Andrei, my childhood friend. We shared a great bond and comfort with each other. But we didn't love each other. That word wasn't in my vocabulary and perhaps nor in his. I am genophobic. I am scared of sexual intimacy. I married Andrei, not aware of someone's eyes on me all through these years. Danzel Lavigne. I had no idea that my husband's older brother was obsessed with me. Completely, insanely obsessed. He wanted me from the moment he saw me but his father refused. The don can't have a disable as his wife. I am mute. My life turned for worse after Andrei died and I was summoned by the devil. He was supposed to kill me, avenge his brother's death but..did I mention he has a blindspot where I am concerned?

sin noun plural noun: sins an immoral act considered to be a transgression against divine law. - Even the demons in her mind are afraid of her thoughts. ** THIS SHORT STORY CONTAINS TRIGGERS. READ AT YOUR OWN WILL. ** Copyrighted. © feb2015-mar2015

❛ he had loved her for years, centuries, eons even. he had loved her from the very first touch, from the very first word upon her sweet lips. ❜ all grayson had ever wanted was his chryssie.

"You're mine." I said, only inches away from her beautiful face. Her eyes. Her lips. I could not resist. "There's only you... Only you." My thumb caressed her cheek, marvelling at the softness of her skin. From under her dark nut-brown hair, peeked eyes of hazel and honey, edged with a deep forest-green. Held innocence, and fire that dwindled down to smoldering ember. I was warned about the threats in life, but never the ones with hazel eyes. I held her close, so close that I could feel her heartbeat against my chest. Her body- chiseled to perfection. Must she be so perfect? I couldn't stop myself from pulling her close to me and kissing her lips. At first, it was a delicate butterfly of a kiss, so faint, like a whisper. But, oh, it grew into so much more. Kissing her hungrily, my hands roamed all over her body. I wanted to kiss her lips, trace the curves, the lines and the twists they hid. I wanted to caress her body, cover with my hands every inch of her skin from head to toes, run my fingertips over her, and hear the melody of her laughter, and the symphony of her moans."More," I growled silently, still kissing on her bottom lip. "Give me more, Amelia." I kept kissing her, over and over again, each time harder than the last. The more love I give her, the more I have bursting inside me... Crazy, huh? "Dimitri" The silvery melody of her voice serenaded trough my heart as the air softly touched her lips when she whispered my name. My aesthetic senses came alive. I was once again struck by what she did to me, by her beauty. Her kisses, they lit my brain on fire, the warmth spreading throughout my entire body. After each one of them, I was more addicted. I couldn't bare not to be with her and I could barely breathe when she wasn't around. I, the Vampire Prince of Venedocia was swollen under the spell of this human. Amelia was my salvation and my torment. I lived for her and I would die with the memory of her in my arms. She was the half that made me whole.

Asmodeus is the powerful king of nine hells, with 72 legions of demons under his command. He is the prince of demons, the God of lust and is one of the seven princes of hell-considered the worst of all demons. He is a force that is feared... but when a human is found on the grounds of his castle, for the first time in forever, his world gets turned upside down.

This story is completed! *** TRIGGER WARNING: Intended for audiences 18 and older. Contains situations some readers might find objectionable including sexual assault, domestic violence. *** Book 1 of the Closer Trilogy, a Dark Romance ..... "Don't you dare touch me," I said, hoping to keep up this surge of bravery. I pointed the lamp at him but he only laughed which was rightly justified. "You think a lamp will save you?" "I'm not warning you again." He was quick to snatch the lamp from my hands so I improvised by grabbing the pillow nearest me, throwing it as hard as I could at him. He didn't even flinch. I started for the door, but he launched himself in front of me, cutting off my path. His hands seized my wrists and slammed me onto the wall. He pushed his lips onto mine, the kiss far from affectionate. ..... NO TRANSLATIONS!! A Henry Cavill Fanfiction

"You know what they say?" "What?" "That he's a boy version of you." "Ha?! Really?" "Mhm." "Well, that's strange." "Know what else they say...?" "Nope." "That once you meet the boy version of you, you are fucked." ________________________________________ REMEMBER ME - S 0.5 (a prequel of Remember Me S1) WARNING : doNOT read this book if you haven't read Remember Me - S1

Bella Ross has always led a normal life, until three years ago the notes began. She knew he was there, hiding in the shadows but wouldn't show his face. She couldn't date or even talk to a man without his life being in danger and so she obeyed. She belonged to him. Her stalker. (Cover creds to @katrascal go check out their books!)