this book is horrible.- sincerely, the author who wrote this shit What if there wasn't one, but two survivors to Voldemort's attack on the Potters. Y/n Lilian Potter, twin sister to Harry James Potter. Y/n is known for her silver toung, she takes nothing from no one. Not even the Dursley family, she'll always have some witty remark causing the family to become outraged with her. What happens when the twins receive a letter, but this isn't an ordinary letter. What happens when they're accepted into Hogwarts, what secrets will the two find out. And what new friends, or enemies will they make? -disclaimer- I don't not in any way own the Harry Potter series, or characters besides the few extra ones i have added in simply for plot and ect

In times of uncertainty, survival depends on measured, deliberate choices-the kind that decide between ruin and triumph. House Targaryen was no longer at the height of its power; with the loss of their dragons, they seemed less like gods among men and more like rulers stripped of divine favor. King Daeron II understood that the loyalty of the great houses could no longer be secured through fear alone, but through carefully woven alliances that bound them to King's Landing. Alara Tyrell, renowned throughout the Seven Kingdoms for her beauty and gentle heart, became an obvious choice. A union blessed by both the Targaryen king and his Dornish queen promised to tether the Reach to the Iron Throne. Yet one question lingered beneath the pageantry: was it truly possible for the delicate peony of Westeros not to wither-or worse, burn-beneath the iron will of the king's fourth son, a man forged in fire and expectation?

𝐃𝐚𝐞𝐧𝐨𝐫𝐚 𝐓𝐚𝐫𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐲𝐞𝐧, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐝𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐟 𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐃𝐚𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐧 𝐈𝐈 & 𝐌𝐲𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐡 𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐥. 𝐖𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐁𝐚𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐫 "𝐁𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐫" 𝐓𝐚𝐫𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐲𝐞𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐟𝐮𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐞. 𝐁𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐲 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐓𝐚𝐫𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐲𝐞𝐧. 𝐘𝐞𝐭 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧𝐟𝐚𝐥𝐥. 𝐁𝐚𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐫 𝐓𝐚𝐫𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐲𝐞𝐧 𝐱 𝐃𝐚𝐞𝐧𝐨𝐫𝐚 𝐓𝐚𝐫𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐲𝐞𝐧 (𝐎𝐂)

#2 in Top 10 in India on (9/4/26) #1 in Top 10 in India on (12/4/26) Myra sharma had heard his name before she ever saw his face. Armaan Brar. The President of Chandigarh National University. Final-year Political Science student. RSVP's rising youth face. The boy professors avoid. The one students don't look in the eye. The one whose footsteps are enough to silence a corridor. They say he once pulled a gun on campus. They say he wins elections the way he wins fights... ruthlessly. They say crossing him is a mistake you don't repeat twice. And she believes every freaking word. She's just a first-year B.Com student. From a Middle class family, She left Lucknow with dreams in her suitcase. Chandigarh National University was her dream. Her fresh start. Her escape. Living alone in a new city wasn't easy but she was determined. Far away from politics, power, and people like him. Her only goal? Stay invisible, don't get noticed by bullies in college.. But Armaan Brar notices her. And that's where the problem begins. And Armaan Brar has never been gentle about what he wants. Tropes:- - punjabi munda x Innocent hindu girl - college president x simple student - first love - rich guy x middle class girl - 5 years age gap (don't judge my book with this description there is a lot more about Armaan and Myra, give it a chance please...it's my first story.)

Sometimes the calm doesn't fear the storm. It welcomes it. A dragon princess shaped by silence and duty. Bound to her twin by blood and flame, his shadow teaching her caution. A storm lord made of laughter, noise, and a heart that wears itself openly. Forever caught between the dull of a drink and the thrill of a fight. The clash of fire and thunder seemed doomed for tragedy. Yet somehow, it became akin to coming home. ✧⋄⋆⋅⋆⋄✧⋄⋆⋅⋆⋄✧ Set in A Knight of the Seven Kingdoms Based on the world and characters by George R.R. Martin

IN WHICH, a young woman who grew up in a brothel in the slums of Flea Bottom leaves King's Landing on a turnip cart, in hopes to make more coin at Ashford Meadow. She crosses paths with a hedge knight whose never experienced the touch of a woman. Not only was he the tallest man she's ever seen-but the first to ever show her what love truly is. She also catches the attention of a Targaryen prince, becoming his object of desire-and subject to his cruel ways of pleasure. ( A Knight of the Seven Kingdoms Fanfiction ) ( Ser Duncan the Tall x Fem!Commoner OC x Aerion Targaryen )

[𝑅𝑜𝑐𝑘𝑦 𝑥 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟] The story follows a girl named Y/n- yeah, you! who mysteriously finds herself transported into the world of her favorite fictional movie. In this new reality, she discovers that she is not just a random character but the sister of ..... ━━━━━━━━━━━ "Since when did I have a brother?" She frowned. The maids looked at her contempt. "Mi-miss.... If you don't stop playing, Garuda sir will surely put us on death row." "..... WHAT?!!" ━━━━━━━━━━━ But that's not it.... what's with this disruption of the plot, eh and why are these characters acting strange? And.... what she strongly believes that, the main protagonist, a heroic- monster knight of many, is now hunting her down, believing her to be a threat. Y/n is filled with fear and uncertainty, knowing that if she can't find a way to escape or change the course of events, she might meet a tragic end at the hands of the hero she once admired and go back to her own world!! ━━━━━━━━━━━ "Curse that gurdian angle who left me here to die!!"

"𝐈'𝐥𝐥 𝐜𝐮𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐈 𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮, 𝑴𝒚 𝒅𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒔 𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒍𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒇𝒆." "You are going to stop this damn marriage. RIGHT. NOW." His voice was a low growl, barely human. I froze. "And who the hell are you to tell me that-" But before I could finish, he closed the distance between us in a blink. His breath hit my skin like fire. One hand gripped my jaw, his thumb and fingers squeezing my cheeks as if daring me to speak again. His eyes, dark and unblinking, held something far more terrifying than rage. OBSESSION. He leaned in, whispering at the edge of my neck, his voice a dangerous murmur. "The moment you chose to marry him, you dug your own grave." His grip tightened. "I was trying," he hissed pulling my face closer to him, "I was really trying to be nice to you. But you-" A bitter smirk curved his lips. "You make me a monster every single time." That night, Arohi Raichand was forcefully married... Not to the man she was raised to get married- But to the man the world feared. Her worst nightmare. Advansh Rudra Singh Rathore. She was a prisoner in the golden cage of a mafia king who was once declared insane. A girl caught in the cruel chaos of a love so twisted... it poisons everything it touches. But obsession is not love- and possession, not protection. This isn't a love story. This is a war between hate and hunger. Between fire and frost. Between a girl who wants to escape- And a man who would burn down the world just to cage her again. Welcome to the beginning of Arohi and Advansh's story. A story of possession, madness, and a love that was never meant to be gentle. ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ • An Indian Force-Marriage Dark Romance • This book is mature and 18+ due to highly adult  content, age-gap, and mention of BDSM.

Jageer-e-Mohabbat - جاگیرِ محبت In the heart of rural Pakistan, amidst the opulent estates of feudal lords, there existed a tale of love and enmity that defied societal norms. At the center of this story were two individuals whose initial animosity blossomed into an unexpected and tumultuous romance. The rich and powerful feudal lord's son Sardar Barlas Pamir Lakhani, who was known for his ruthless demeanor and arrogant ways. He ruled over his vast lands with an iron fist, commanding fear and respect in equal measure. His wealth and status shielded him from the consequences of his actions, and he cared little for the struggles of those beneath him. On the other side of the spectrum was Parishè Bukhari, a proud and fiercely independent young woman from a poor background. She harbored deep-seated prejudices against the wealthy elite like Sardar Barlas Pamir Lakhani, viewing them as oppressors who exploited the labor of the common people for their own gain. Her fiery spirit and unwavering principles often put her at odds with the feudal system that dominated her world. Their paths collided one day when Parishè's family, struggling to make ends meet, found themselves at the mercy of Sardar Barlas Pamir Lakhani's whims.

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