sʜᴀᴛᴛᴇʀᴇᴅ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛ sᴇʀɪᴇs - 𝟷 ✧˖°── .✦────☼༺☆༻☾────✦.── °˖✧ Avi and Varun grew up holding on to each other tighter than fate ever planned. Best friends. Roommates. Almost inseparable. Until one kiss changed everything. One truth neither of them are ready to face. One choice that will cost everything. Between love that hurts and the responsibility that binds - can two people find their way back to each other, or will growing up finally pull them apart? ✧˖°── .✦────☼༺☆༻☾────✦.── °˖✧ ·:*¨༺ 𝔗𝔯𝔬𝔭𝔢𝔰 ༻¨*:· 💜 Best Friends to Lovers 💜 Slow Burn 💜 Shared Apartment 💜 Angst 💜 Jealousy 💜 Drunken Confessions 💜 Touch Him & Die 💜 Second Chance 💜 BL / Boy x Boy 💜 Playboy x Charmer ≿━━━━༺❀༻━━━━≾ 𝐀𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐬𝐡 𝐕𝐨𝐫𝐚 - The Sunshine & Charmer 𝐕𝐚𝐫𝐮𝐧 𝐌𝐞𝐧𝐨𝐧 - The Playboy & Chaos ≿━━━━༺❀༻━━━━≾ 🔞 Mature content - 18+ only Read at your own risk. New chapters regularly. Follow so you don't miss what's coming💗 If this story finds you - vote and let me know. It means everything 🤗 First book of this series and completely in english...Can be read as a standalone 🎀 Happy Reading 🫶🏻 🥰

For three years, Alpha Everest Blue has lived a lie. To his Blue Moon pack, he is a pure blooded leader, but in secret, he is a hybrid, tainted by the very vampire blood they despise. His authority rests on this deception. When a fragile peace treaty forces him to meet with his sworn enemies in a human city, he comes face to face with a notoriously vicious vampire who embodies everything his pack stands against. Damien Corvus. In a devastating twist of fate, he realizes Damien is his destined mate, a connection that threatens to not only expose his hidden nature but ignite the very war the treaty was meant to prevent.

"Sometimes we call it hate because love would have ruined us." They used to be inseparable... two boys against the world, bound by a friendship that felt like forever... until it shattered. Now, years later, Kairav Sinha is everything people expect, charming, reckless, the college football captain who doesn't believe in staying. And Ishaan Sehgal? He's the opposite, cold, composed, the student president who built walls no one dares to cross. They've learned how to ignore each other. How to walk past without stopping and how to pretend there's nothing left. But when they're forced into the same space again, it doesn't feel like nothing. It feels like unfinished conversations. Like words that were never said.... Like something that never really ended. And maybe it didn't, because the more they try to keep their distance, the harder it gets to ignore the way their eyes linger at each other... the way it stings to see the other with someone else... the way hate starts to feel a little too much like something else. Maybe some things don't fade or leave. Maybe... the boy he learned to hate was always the one he couldn't let go of.

𝐻𝑒 𝑏𝑢𝑖𝑙𝑡 𝑤𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑠 𝑜𝑓 𝑠𝑖𝑙𝑒𝑛𝑐𝑒. 𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑏𝑜𝑦 𝑤𝑎𝑙𝑘𝑒𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑟𝑜𝑢𝑔ℎ 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑚 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑦 𝑑𝑖𝑑𝑛'𝑡 𝑒𝑥𝑖𝑠𝑡. #𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐃𝐞𝐬𝐢 𝐌𝐌 𝐒𝐜𝐢-𝐟𝐢 𝐌𝐲𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐲-𝐓𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐫 𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𓆩𓆗𓆪 Omkara Rathore doesn't touch. Not his students. Not his colleagues. Not even his own reflection if it gets too close. A medical science professor with a condition he never chose──his skin rejects contact, his body recoils from scents, and his heart has learned that feeling is a wound he cannot afford. So he stays cold. Stays distant. Stays safe. Until Yaksh Shergill walks into his life. A transfer student with a golden smile and eyes that see too much. Humble. Charming. Everyone's favorite. Omkara should hate him. Instead, for the first time in his life── A scent doesn't repulse him. A touch doesn't rebuke him. It pulls. And that terrifies him more than any disease ever could. But Yaksh isn't what he seems either. Behind that warm facade lives something petty. Something possessive. Something that has decided Omkara Rathore is his to follow. To provoke. To ruin. And when a body is found── When a murder cracks open secrets buried inside Omkara's own blood── They will have to trust each other to survive. But how do you trust someone whose very smell makes you lose control? 𓆩𓆗𓆪 𝑇𝑜𝑢𝑐ℎ 𝑖𝑠 𝑎 𝑤𝑎𝑟 ℎ𝑒'𝑠 𝑎𝑙𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑦 𝑙𝑜𝑠𝑡. 𝐵𝑢𝑡 𝑠𝑢𝑟𝑟𝑒𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟? 𝑇ℎ𝑎𝑡'𝑠 𝑎 𝑑𝑖𝑓𝑓𝑒𝑟𝑒𝑛𝑡 𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑑 𝑜𝑓 𝑝𝑜𝑖𝑠𝑜𝑛.

"I'd let you peel the sanity off my skin if it means you will touch me longer." 𝐓𝐰𝐨 𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬. 𝐎𝐧𝐞 𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭. 𝐈𝐭'𝐬 𝐚 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐞𝐧𝐝. ༺✿༻ Four elite families. Centuries of power. A legacy so deeply rooted in control, corruption, and silent war---it became law. Power was never passed down---it was stolen, buried, and blood-stamped. They ruled the empire, bound together by secrets too brutal to speak aloud. Their alliances were never about trust. Only control. The heirs. They were raised for inheritance. Groomed for dynasty. But what once kept them powerful is about to tear them apart. Power will fail. Loyalties will break. The old order is cracked. Obsession is seeping into loyalty. Lust is poisoning bloodlines. And Ishq---the worst kind---might be the thing that ends it all. One wrong move, and the legacy collapses. What's buried, never stays dead.

A single ancient book destroyed Jay and Vishwas's perfectly straight lives. Now Jay is trapped in the body of a blushing omega bride-to-be, trying to survive the engagement of the year with MLA Chandrashekhar-an alpha feared by the entire state. Meanwhile, Vishwas wakes up married to Devraj Vishavkarma, a cold CEO alpha who thinks the world should kneel at his feet... including his new omega husband. Jay wants freedom. Vishwas wants divorce. Both want their original bodies back. But their alphas? They want them. Two friends. Two marriages. Zero experience being omegas. Maximum chaos. --- indian bl omegaverse

#1 bottom ( 15.04.2026) #6 bl ( 25.04.2026 ) "I hate you," he said...his voice trembling with fury. "I hate your voice. I hate the very sound of your breathing." Before he could walk away, fingers curled around his collar, slamming him against the wall. A whisper followed...low, dangerous, and sealed like a dark promise. "It isn't hatred," he murmured. "It's love. Whether you accept it or not." "Lies," came the broken reply. "Everything you've said is a lie." "Yes, I lied," he admitted calmly. "And I'll lie again if I have to. I'll do anything....but I will never let you walk away from me." The cold sting of a syringe pressed into his skin. ~~~~●●●●~~~~~●●●●~~~~~~~~●●●●~~~~~●●●~~ Agniv Mehra, a 24-year-old Indian student, arrives in New York carrying ambition, rebellion, and a past he refuses to speak about. He doesn't follow orders. He never has. Karen Craves, a 32-year-old British professor, is authority personified-controlled, commanding, and dangerously unreadable. Everyone listens to him. Everyone obeys. Except Agniv. Two men.Two secrets. One Line should never meant to be crossed When stubborn defiance collides with ruthless obsession, boundaries blur, lies deepen, and control becomes addictive. Is this love...or something far more merciless? And when the truth finally surfaces... will either of them survive it? Tropes & Themes ●Top Student × Bottom Professor ●Dark Academia ●Power Play ●Age Gap (8 years) ●Mild BDSM ●Lies & Manipulation ●Good Boy Kink ●Indian × British ●Hidden Identities ●Obsession vs Control

A misdelivered love letter meant for the school's cheerleader lands in her twin brother's locker, sparking an unexpected friendship that forces Oliver to face family secrets, his identity, and his growing feelings for the one boy he was never supposed to love. *** Oliver Grant wasn't trying to fall for Max Ellis. He had one job: slip a love letter into locker 166 and finally confess to Kate Ellis - the cool, untouchable cheerleader of his teenage dreams. Instead, it ends up in locker 168. Which belongs to Max Ellis - Kate's twin brother. Broody. Quiet. Star football player. Definitely not the person Oliver was supposed to fall for. And the worst part? Since that day, Max Ellis has been way too interested in Oliver Grant - showing up, sitting too close, smiling like he knows exactly what he's doing. The more Oliver tries to avoid him... ...the harder Max makes it to walk away. Now Oliver's life is spiraling into awkward hallway run-ins, mixed signals, and a growing suspicion that maybe - just maybe - the wrong locker wasn't a mistake at all.

Whoever readers have read the story before I request read again cause while editing this story I change the major storyline mostly I hope you guys would like edited version more What happens when the shy omega you've known since childhood grows into the only person who can break your walls-just by smiling at you across an office desk? Ryan Carter never expected his new job as an assistant at Sullivan Corporation to reunite him with Alexander Sullivan-the cold, ruthless Alpha CEO who once meant everything to him... and left without a word. But what Ryan doesn't know is that for Alexander, Ryan was never forgotten. He was the quiet boy next door who became an obsession. The Omega he could never touch-until now. What begins with tension and soft glances quickly spirals into stolen kisses, late-night confessions, and a bond neither of them can ignore. But Alexander isn't just claiming an assistant-he's claiming the Omega who owns his soul. From office desks to candlelit promises, from family dinners to grand proposals, their love will be tested by jealousy, rut, heat, and the weight of everything unsaid. But in the end... love was never a question. It was fate. A story of childhood longing, office tension, possessive Alpha love, tear-filled vows, and a wedding night that ends where their forever begins. If you love CEO x Assistant, childhood friends to lovers, possessive alphas, shy but secretly strong omegas, and spicy scenes that will make you blush, this is for you! 😉😉

Nikolas Bellucci Aleksandr Mikhailov is dangerous. I didn't just see it-I felt it. Every nerve in my body screamed to run the moment his sharp green eyes locked onto mine. His stare wasn't casual; it was predatory, deliberate. Like he wanted to consume every part of me and leave nothing behind. What had I done to deserve his attention? I'm a nobody. I prefer shadows over spotlights. I don't want to be anyone's Donna, their treasure, or their little prince or princess. But Aleksandr? He doesn't care what I want. Even when his hands skim over my skin, making it impossible to fight back, impossible to breathe. Even when my traitorous heart races whenever he calls me his printsessa. I'm a man. The last mafia prince of the Bellucci family. Arranged marriages, political games-it's all supposed to be beneath me. At least, that's what I keep telling myself. But Aleksandr Mikhailov doesn't ask. He takes. And some part of me, despite everything, might just want to be taken. Aleksandr Mikhailov Nikolas Bellucci is a work of art-beautiful, dangerous, and far too proud for his own good. I knew I wanted him the moment I saw him. My uncle Ivan always said, What a Mikhailov wants, he takes. Rules? Irrelevant. Boundaries? Meant to be shattered. Nikolas fights me, yes-but he'll break eventually. They always do. And when he does, I'll be there to catch him, to hold him, to ruin him until he's mine entirely. My printsessa.