"Six hearts. One flame. And a magic that won't be tamed." At the edge of the Dark Lake, a fire begins to burn - not with destruction, but with something far older. And far more dangerous. Lena Greystone returns to Hogwarts for her final year cloaked in elegance, secrets, and something stirring beneath her skin. She's brilliant. She's bold. And she doesn't play by anyone's rules. Not even when six very different Slytherin boys begin orbiting her orbit like moons to a star. As bonds deepen and magic unravels, a hidden truth stirs in the castle's heart - one that could change everything they thought they knew about power, legacy, and love. There are whispers in the walls. Sigils in the stone. And the fire has only just begun. 🖤 A dark, slow-burn magical romance full of secrets, soulmates, and a love that rewrites the rules. ⚠️Contains polygamous, men on men and explicit s** scenes. Don't like it, don't read it! ❤️‍🔥 (All rights reserved. The rights of the characters and maybe some other stuff belong to J.K. Rowling, I'm only borrowing them for my story)

Transmigrated into the world of Naruto, the last thing he expected was to become Tsunade's deskmate on her very first day at the Ninja Academy. The First Hokage was already dead. The Second Ninja World War was drawing closer. Konoha's golden age would soon give way to betrayal, tragedy, and decline. But this time, history would not unfold as it once did. Armed with a mysterious system, he can earn Reputation Points and spend them on gacha draws. Better yet, the prize banner changes every year, bringing abilities, items, and powers from the games he played before transmigrating. The greater his reputation, the stronger he becomes. So what if the future is filled with war? He will prevent the tragedies of the Second and Third Ninja World Wars, protect Konoha from its downfall, and change the destinies of those doomed to suffer. Starting as Tsunade's deskmate, he will stand by her side, rewrite the history of the Ninja World, and climb step by step toward its very peak. Uchiha Madara? Otsutsuki Kaguya? Come at him if you dare.

Surya x Y/N one-shot collection

MXM , FAMOUS ACTORS. THIS BOOK HAS FLUFF, YEARNING AND A LOT OF IDIOTS IN LOVE . - 🎀 "𝚈𝚘𝚞'𝚛𝚎 𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚢 𝚝𝚘 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝙰𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚟, 𝚜𝚘 𝚏𝚞𝚌𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚢"- Vivaan grinned softly rubbing his cheek Mumbai never sleeps- but Vivaan Raichand been trying to. He's calm, collected, and maybe just a little bit emotionally constipated. The golden boy who stopped shining, the actor who hates the spotlight but can't ever escape it. His life's a script he didn't choose to read anymore. Enter Aarav Malhotra- he's loud where vivaan's quiet, smiles too wide, laughs too much, and loves like it's his full-time job. He's not the son of a actor.......just somrone who runs a kirana store......, but fame hit him differently-it made him softer, kinder, maybe too kind for his own good. They shouldn't work. They really shouldn't. Now it's late nights, quiet drives to Marine Drive, jealous glares across crowded parties, and the ache of 𝚏𝚞𝚌𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚢wanting someone who sees right through your walls. Because well.....fame changes everything.... but love changes the world. And mabye.......aarav wants it.

This is Part 2 - Beyond Chapter 200+ Before Reading this, Make sure you read PT1 : https://www.wattpad.com/story/408945306-naruto-the-immortal-sage --- 'Just how long have you been messing around in the Shinobi world? I've been here since the Sage of Six Paths founded Ninshu!' I was there for the battle against Kaguya. I was still there during the clash between Indra and Asura... I have witnessed the rise and fall of eras, sitting idly by as the Shinobi world wages its endless wars. Though I rarely lift a finger, legends of my existence are etched into every corner of this world. Time is a ruthless blade that strikes down even the brightest of prodigies, but I intend to stand taller than time itself. I am the one who knows all there is to know in the Shinobi world-a true Immortal! .............................. "Let's take a look at your 'Shinobi Age'." "Oh? You've already reached a century old? My, you gave me quite a fright!" "Let me give you a baseline number, just so you can grasp the sheer caliber of the veteran standing before you..." "My age in the Shinobi World is.... 5,000 YEARS!!!"

✨ Dwarka Diaries ✨ Welcome to Dwarka Diaries, a collection of heartwarming, emotional, funny, and romantic Krishna oneshots-written with your imagination. This is a collaborative journey where you become a part of the story. Have you ever imagined a sweet moment between Krishna and Rukmini? A playful prank in Dwarka? A royal celebration? A comforting conversation with Krishna? Or perhaps an entirely unique "what if" scenario? Drop your requests in the comments, and I'll bring your ideas to life, one oneshot at a time. No idea is too small, too dramatic, too fluffy, or too emotional. Whether it's romance, family moments, friendship, comedy, angst, festivals, palace life, or everyday moments in Dwarka-I want to hear your fantasies. So don't be shy. Fill the comments with your ideas, and let's create our own little world in Dwarka together. One request. One chapter. Endless memories. 💙🦚

"Main koi mamuli gopi nahin banungi." ( This story is fully in english) That was the promise Ambika made to herself the moment she realized she wasn't dreaming. Nineteen years old, buried under exams, assignments, and sleepless nights, Ambika collapsed into bed after another exhausting day, expecting to wake up in her room. Instead... She woke up inside a tiny mud hut. Nothing made sense. Until she looked toward the dusty path. A young man walked among grazing cows, a peacock feather resting in his dark curls, a gentle smile playing on his lips, as though the entire world belonged to him. The village fell silent. Someone whispered, "Vasudev Krishna..." The impossible had become real. Everyone around her was captivated by him. Her best friend, Sunaina, couldn't take her eyes off him. The gopis adored him. The entire village revolved around him. Everyone... Except Ambika. She refused to become another girl waiting for one smile from Krishna. She argued with him. Questioned him. Teased him and walked away when everyone else ran toward him. She had no intention of becoming just another gopi. But perhaps that was her biggest mistake, because the one whom the entire world loved...Began falling for the only girl who treated him like an ordinary man. What began as playful arguments slowly became lingering conversations, stolen smiles, silent glances, and a bond neither of them had expected. Somewhere along the way... Krishna fell first. Ambika fell harder. But destiny had one final test waiting. She belonged to Kaliyug. He belonged to Dwapar Yug. And when the time finally came, Kaliyug offered her something she never thought she would want. A chance to go home. Or... Stay with the man who had quietly become her home. How do you choose between the world that raised you... ...and the person your heart refuses to leave? A story of impossible love, playful banter, slow-burn romance, devotion, destiny, and the question that changes everything.

A twist of fate tore her from her world and cast her into an age of kings, warriors, and bloodshed. They became the incision that altered history forever. DISCLAIMER I do not own Baahubali, Bhallaladeva, Mahishmati, or any canon characters mentioned in this story. All rights belong to their respective creators and copyright holders. Only the original character, original plot elements, and original scenes belong to me. This story is a non-profit fanfiction created purely for entertainment. ⚠️ Warning Contains violence, gore, romance, and mature themes. Reader discretion is advised. - Mia Miller

Annoying That's what they think they are.

A Shubman Gill Fanfiction Shubman Gill never planned on getting married. At twenty-six, his life revolves around cricket, endorsements, training schedules, and the constant pressure of living up to expectations. Marriage is a distraction he doesn't need, and he has no intention of letting anyone change his mind. Saanvi Pawar has her own dreams. A talented architect from Pune, she has spent years building a successful career and fiercely protecting her independence. Settling down is the last thing on her mind as she just moved to Mumbai alone-until her grandfather falls seriously ill. His only wish is to see her married, and for the first time, saying no feels impossible. With their families connected through years of friendship and business ties, the solution arrives far too quickly. A marriage. Temporary. Practical. Safe. One year. That's the agreement. If, after twelve months, they still don't want this marriage, they can walk away without guilt, explanations, or consequences. It sounds simple enough. All they have to do is coexist. But families have expectations. There are weddings to attend, festivals to celebrate, relatives to impress, and endless questions to answer. Soon, they find themselves acting like the perfect married couple everywhere they go. Holding hands for photographs. Sharing inside jokes they never meant to create. Showing up for each other when nobody is watching. What begins as an arrangement slowly turns into something neither of them anticipated. Between Ganpati celebrations in Pune, Lohri nights in Punjab, chaotic family gatherings, long-distance calls during overseas tours, and quiet moments that feel far too comfortable, the line between pretending and reality starts to disappear. The problem isn't the marriage anymore. The problem is that the one-year deadline is getting closer. And neither of them is ready to admit that somewhere along the way, they stopped counting the days until it ended.