When Aastha met Veer, she knew they had a connection. However, the connection would be from two centuries ago, she never could have imagined. A love story that remained unfulfilled, broken by evil, and destroyed to ashes - whose reference hides behind the history and some, in the memories. Will this broken love story, ever get its deserved ending? A journey the two lovers promised to live? -Snippet- "This is awkward," Aastha said looking away. "What is?" "Us. We were friends in childhood.. but it feels like a lifetime ago.." "Maybe it is." Veer laughed. Aastha rolled her eyes. "How about we start to get to know each other? Will that be less awkward?" Veer asked. Aastha smiled, "That would be great." "Hi, I am Veer." "Hi Veer, I am Aastha." As they shook hands, staring deep into the eyes of each other, they felt the connection. A connection, from a lifetime ago. -- P.S: This is a story of reincarnation with a touch of history (fictional) and some horror elements.

⚠ 𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜 : 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙢𝙖𝙩𝙪𝙧𝙚 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧𝙨 𝙤𝙣𝙡𝙮 . T𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙞𝙨 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙖 𝙨𝙤𝙛𝙩 𝙧𝙤𝙢𝙖𝙣𝙘𝙚 𝙗𝙚𝙩𝙬𝙚𝙚𝙣 𝙖 𝙙𝙤𝙘𝙩𝙤𝙧 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙥𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙘𝙚 . 𝙄𝙩'𝙨 𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙗𝙞𝙙𝙙𝙚𝙣 . 𝙄𝙣 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙮 𝙨𝙚𝙣𝙨𝙚 𝙤𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙡𝙙 . 𝙪𝙣𝙝𝙤𝙡𝙮, 𝙪𝙣𝙛𝙖𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙙 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙪𝙣𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙨𝙚𝙚𝙣. 𝙄𝙣 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙮 way 𝙞𝙢𝙖𝙜𝙞𝙣𝙖𝙗𝙡𝙚 𝙄𝙨 𝙞𝙩 𝙇𝙤𝙫𝙚? 𝙒𝙝𝙤 𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙬𝙨? , 𝙤𝙗𝙨𝙚𝙨𝙨𝙞𝙤𝙣? 𝙈𝙖𝙮𝙗𝙚 𝙮𝙚𝙨. 𝙎𝙚𝙘𝙧𝙚𝙩'𝙨 𝙬𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙗𝙚 𝙧𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙖𝙡𝙚𝙙 𝙥𝙖𝙨𝙩 𝙬𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙗𝙚 𝙧𝙚𝙥𝙚𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙙 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙩𝙨 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙗𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙤 𝙗𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙠 𝙩𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙨 𝙬𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙗𝙚 𝙨𝙝𝙚𝙙. , 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙦𝙪𝙚𝙨𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣 𝙞𝙨 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙮?. 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙵𝚊𝚌𝚝 𝚁𝚎𝚖𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚜 𝚃𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝙸𝚝 𝙰𝚕𝚕 𝙷𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚍 . 𝚄𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙼𝚘𝚘𝚗𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 ARCHIT RAGHUVEER PRAJAPATI : I am the Yuvaraja of Ajmer doctor sahiba. People live at my mercy, it's never the other way around, And I'll make sure you know that By hook or by crook I'll mold you as per my will. "𝙇𝙤𝙤𝙠 𝙖𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧𝙨𝙚𝙡𝙛 𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙢𝙞𝙧𝙧𝙤𝙧 Sonna. , 𝙝𝙤𝙬 𝙗𝙚𝙖𝙪𝙩𝙞𝙛𝙪𝙡 𝙤𝙛 𝙖 𝙢𝙚𝙨𝙨 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙞𝙣 𝙢𝙮 𝙖𝙧𝙢𝙨" I say thrusting harder as she moans out loud with pleasu

"I didn't ask to be in the middle of your ego-battle," I grumble. Blake pins me to my locker, hands resting on either side of my head. "Well, you got it in anyway, Darling," he whispers. His face is inches away from mine and damn me for licking my lips. I am NOT falling for these guys. And then, at the corner of my eye I spot Owen and his gang approaching. Well, that's just great. *** The West and East gang of Tygerwell have been at each other's throats since the dawn of time. And the two leaders of these gangs want to end the fight, once and for all. But fighting with fists is easy. Fighting with wit and charm, is a whole other ball game. Blake. West-side gang leader. Leather jacket and killer glare. Don't talk back. Owen. East-side gang leader. Fancy coat and toxic stare. Don't resist. And in comes Amber. Hair of gold and oceans in her eyes. Has too much sass for her own good and always, ALWAYS, manages to get into the middle of trouble. But these boys have no idea who they're really dealing with. And when Amber descovers she knows a little too much when it comes to guns and fighting, she has to question everything she thought she knew about herself. Three can play this game. *** "Let's settle this. You got rejected, I got rejected. It's only fair that the fate of the gangs be on who gets the girl first." "That sounds rather good, Rhodes. I'll take that bet on the golden girl." *** COMPLETED FICTION AWARDS: Best new story and best new account Highest ranking in Teen Fiction: #1 on 25/06/2018

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When darkness falls, the vampires come out. Sixteen-year-old Kiara Morrow knows that better than anyone. She's been trained her whole life to wipe bloodsuckers off the face of the earth. But then she meets Luke. He's a vampire but he's unlike any vamp Kiara's ever known. ***** Luke may be what Kiara's been looking for her whole life, but as far as her family is concerned, the only good vampire is a dead vampire. The closer she grows to him, the more Kiara is forced to confront the foundation of lies her life has been built on. But Kiara's bloodthirsty family isn't the only problem they have to face. People in town are dying. Something evil is looming on the horizon... [[word count: 100,000 - 150,000]] Cover designed by Holly Thurston

"The only people who can change the Mr. Oberois are their wives-the Mrs. Oberois." The Oberois are rich, powerful, and famous. Their business empire is admired across the world. To society, the Oberoi family appears dignified, cultured, and deeply respectable. But behind closed doors, reality is far different. The men of the Oberoi family are ruled by ego and arrogance. Power matters more than people, and emotions are seen as weakness. They don't believe in changing themselves-and this mindset is passed down to their sons. Since the women of the household never challenge this behavior, it becomes tradition rather than a flaw. The new heirs of the Oberoi legacy are no different. There are four heirs-each with a distinct personality-but one trait binds them together: ruthlessness. Image and business come first, just like their fathers. They care little about emotions, consequences, or the hearts they trample on their way to success. But everything begins to change when four new girls enter the Oberoi mansion. These women are nothing like the previous Mrs. Oberois. The four wives are different in nature, strength, and perspective-but they share one powerful quality: a soft heart with unbreakable courage. They feel deeply, love fiercely, and refuse to stay silent. Where others accepted cruelty, they question it. Where others endured, they stand their ground. Everyone carries their own scars, secrets, and stories. And when these four women step into the lives of the four ruthless heirs, destiny takes an unexpected turn.

Highest Rankings: #1 in Featured #1 in Werewolf #1 in Dragon #1 in Fantasy #1 in Adventure #1 in Action #1 in Series #23 in Romance "Lyzaria! What did I tell you about the forest?" My father scolds me sharply. I flinch at the anger in his voice and quickly retract my hand, inches from the trunk of the tree. "Sorry father, I couldn't help it. The trees are just so beautiful," I whine turning towards him. His face softens slightly and he scoops me up into his muscled arms. I wrap my small arms around his neck and bury my face into his shoulder. He hugs me tightly and carries me away from the forest. "Why can't we go into the forest?" I ask, looking over his shoulder to see the red and gold leaves slowly disappear from view as we climb the hill. "The forest is a dangerous place," he sighs. "How can something so beautiful be so dangerous?" I mutter in confusion. "The danger is in its beauty." **Cover by SodaliteSilver**

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A Princess who was unknown about the world outside, caged like a bird by her parents. A Prince who doesn't seems to care about the world, greedy but does his greediness took control over him more when his eyes landed on his beauty? ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ "But I'm just 16" "Age doesn't matter to me.. Sweetie" he said while caressing your lower lip, his dangerous aura can make any woman on her knees but he was so madly in love with you. Will you forever stay caged or will you ever get your freedom? What if you are gonna stay forever caged with your mad lover?