"Do you know what I do to girls who don't answer when they're spoken to?" she murmured, her voice dripping with quiet menace under the mask. "N-no," Salma breathed, her voice barely audible as she kept her eyes locked on Nerezza's dark eyes. Nerezza hummed, tilting Salma's chin up with a gloved hand, her grip firm but teasing. "I fuck the answers out of them," she whispered, each word slow and deliberate. ••••• Salma, a well known radio show host, is used to strange calls-but nothing like this. One Wednesday morning, an anonymous woman dials in live on air, her voice low, dripping with eerie amusement as she confesses to a murder. Convinced it's a twisted prank, Salma plays along, her tone teasing-until the caller whispers something only Salma could know. What starts as a disturbing coincidence spirals into a chilling obsession. Night after night, the woman calls back, turning Salma into her unwilling confidante, her chosen messenger. Each call comes with cryptic clues, taunts wrapped in silken words, a deadly puzzle Salma is forced to solve-because if she doesn't, she'll be the next victim. But fear gives way to fascination. Then obsession. As the game between them intensifies, Salma finds herself drawn to the voice on the other end of the line-a voice that knows her deepest fears, her darkest desires. The hunt for the truth becomes a tangled web of danger, passion, and something far more dangerous than death. They should be enemies. One is the hunter, the other the prey. But what happens when they fall in love? Written by: Tzipora Rosen Edited by: Lean Catherine Benton Disclaimer: Sexually explicit content Violence Strong language 🏆 #1 horror-thriller 🏆 #1 Toxic

"You and I were a daydream I took too far." PART 1 𝐘𝐮𝐠 𝐌𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐤 (17) -He thought he was 'too cool' to fall in love with someone. 𝐈𝐫𝐚 𝐃𝐢𝐰𝐚𝐧 (17) -And she thought she was 'too difficult' to fall in love with.

This is a fanfiction based off of Holly Blacks 'the folk of air' trilogy, 'the cruel prince'. I always wondered what would have happened if Cardan had gone to the mortal world after banishing Jude to beg her to come back so I wrote a story about what would happen if he did. Yes, she does come back pretty early on, but don't worry there's a lot of agnst, drama and plot twists! If your a Jurdan fan give my fanfiction a go because.. why not? I update at least once a week. Enjoy:) 21#thequeen

In a time when radios played Lata's songs and letters carried feelings deeper than words ever could, she met him-on the first day of college, twenty years after India gained independence. He wasn't a freedom fighter, but he freed something in her. A smile. A feeling. A love she never dared to name. He loved sitars when the world had moved on to guitars. He loved books, children, music... and she? She loved him. Quietly. Completely. From behind the veil of silence every sanskaari girl was taught to wear back then. He was the boy every girl admired. She was that quiet girl-who changed herself, little by little, just to be noticed. While he chased dreams and disappeared into the world, she stayed behind-with ink-stained fingers and a heart that beat only for him. She doesn't know where he is now. But she remembers the way he once looked at her, like she mattered. And now, decades later, all she has are her memories... and a diary that was never really about her. It was always about Him.

An indian sports romance He holds the bat. She holds the mic. Without anyone knowing that they hold a secret together. He is the country's most worshiped cricketer-cold, disciplined and less interested in media and paparazzi. She is this nation's rising journalist- clumsy, determined and filled with grace. Would they fall for each other or destiny gonna test their limits of love? 𝐓𝐫𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐬: Sports romance He fell first Cricketer X Journalist Forbidden love Hidden relationship Soft X Chaotic Rom com

BOOK 4 IN THE MARRIAGE & REVENGE SERIES

[A MARRIAGE IN TROUBLE ROMANCE] [ON HOLD] Previously known as- DAYAREE Dheer Raiyanni was now a billionaire, but was he always? Dheer built his empire from the scratch when he has no one but the girl he loved and the money he lent from her father, chewing his pride. Money changes man But, can money change love? Vanika waits in silence, in love and at home that no longer feels like theirs. She watches him build skyscrapers while their marriage crumbles floor by floor. Dheer, still shackled by his old insecurities and buried pride, doesn't see the boundaries he keeps establishing in their once cherished relationship. Can two people who gave each other their everything, find their way back, before the boundaries trap them amidst its hold?

[PARTITION ROMANCE] 18+ She is a mute. He is a politician. And 1947 is burning around them. After surviving a brutal assault and losing her only family, Vrishty, a voiceless Hindu girl, is left alone in a town tearing itself apart. Hunted by the man who first claimed her, she hides in silence, until Meer, an emerging Muslim politician, becomes the only barrier between her and the chaos outside. Bound by guilt and an unexpected pull, Meer begins to realise his vicinity with the girl. But the nation which divided amongst the communal hate, will it be able to save these burning interfaith hearts, alive? __________________________ "In Islam" he continued quietly. "You cannot marry unless both agree... and unless both are Muslim" His expression twisted, a deep aching conflict. I shook my head, looking at him. As if almost pleading him. Noo...please....

𝑵𝒐 𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒔𝒂𝒘 𝒉𝒆𝒓. 𝑵𝒐 𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒔𝒂𝒘 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒓𝒊𝒅𝒆 𝒍𝒆𝒇𝒕 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒍𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒐𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒂𝒑, 𝒂𝒃𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒐𝒏𝒆𝒅 𝒃𝒚 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒈𝒓𝒐𝒐𝒎, 𝒂𝒔 𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒅 𝒂𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓-𝒓𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒃𝒆𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒆𝒚𝒆𝒔. 𝑭𝒐𝒓 𝒕𝒘𝒐 𝒅𝒂𝒚𝒔, 𝒏𝒐 𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒊𝒄𝒆𝒅 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒈𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒇, 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒔𝒊𝒍𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒆, 𝒐𝒓 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒉𝒐𝒍𝒍𝒐𝒘 𝒆𝒚𝒆𝒔. 𝑼𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒍, 𝒐𝒏 𝒂 𝒍𝒐𝒏𝒆𝒍𝒚 𝒃𝒓𝒊𝒅𝒈𝒆, 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒂𝒏 𝒘𝒉𝒐 𝒓𝒖𝒊𝒏𝒆𝒅 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒍𝒊𝒇𝒆 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒃𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝒇𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒅'𝒔 𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒑𝒊𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒔-𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝒔𝒂𝒘 𝒉𝒆𝒓.

I wrapped my arms around Jin who was nauseously stumbling around after he slammed his head on the wall for the third time, and yanked him. He tumbled forwards before crashing into me and pushing me into the rusty door. "Ouch," I groaned. I looked up and my eyes met his which still had a slight far-away look in them. The noises slowly faded from my mind as I focused on him. "Sorry," he whispered before resting his hot forehead on mine, his soft bangs grazing my sensitive skin. I took deep calming breaths but it felt like something huge was stuck in my throat when I felt his fingers lightly trailing up my hands. They reached up to my face, leaving a hot trail up my arms. Jin took a step forward, his nose brushing mine. ____________________ 𝕊𝕥𝕒𝕣𝕥𝕖𝕕: ℕ𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕞𝕓𝕖𝕣 𝟘𝟚, 𝟚𝟘𝟚𝟘; 𝟙𝟠:𝟛𝟡 𝕀𝕊𝕋 𝔼𝕟𝕕𝕖𝕕: 𝕁𝕦𝕝𝕪 𝟘𝟛, 𝟚𝟘𝟚𝟙; 𝟚𝟘:𝟘𝟞 𝕀𝕊𝕋 ____________________ Cover and Banners by: @V4Vincent ____________________ #1 ᴋɪᴍꜱᴇᴏᴋᴊɪɴꜰᴀɴꜰɪᴄ #5 ꜱᴇᴏᴋᴊɪɴʙᴛꜱ ____________________