Lin Wei Xi found out after she died that she was just a cannon fodder in a novel, used as contrast to the gentle and considerate and virtuous female lead. The male lead was her ex-husband, the dignified heir of Yan Wang, his family were superior and brilliant, but the female lead was not her. The female lead was her concubine-born younger sister, and her husband's white moonlight, his cinnabar mole, no wonder! After Lin Wei Xi died, her husband finally married her sister as he wished. She watched coldly at the two like honey in the oil, in love and harmonious, everyone using the success of her younger sister to contrast the impropriety of the original wife. Lin Wei Xi sneered, okay, since your love moves the world, then this sister will come back and be your stepmother! So she married her ex-husband's father, the father-in-law she never met in the previous life, the country's God of war, who has not remarried after losing his wife, the one that hold military power, the brilliant Yan Wang. Later Yan Wang, who was in his prime years and used to act decisively, looked at his small, delicate, much younger wife, and had a headache. No matter, she is still young, he has to spoil her, indulge her, teach her. #drama #fantasy #romance #sliceoflife ✍️ September Flowing Flower

RE-WRITTEN!! "You know, Mr. Kim? I've been with a lot of men before, but never seen such a beauty like you." Jungkook's voice dripped with arrogance as his dainty fingers traced across Taehyung's clothed chest, his gaze locked unyieldingly onto Taehyung's eyes. Taehyung's lips twitched into a polite, almost tired smile. "Thank you, Mr. Jeon. I really appreciate it, but I think I should remind you that I'm married." His hand wrapped around Jungkook's wrist, firm but not aggressive, guiding it away from his body. Jungkook leaned closer, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips, his breath ghosting over Taehyung's ear. "That's depressing..." His eyes flicked deliberately to the glinting wedding ring on Taehyung's hand before returning to his face. "But I can change it." ______ Top Kim Taehyung ↑ Bottom Jeon Jungkook ↓ HOT RANKINGS: #1 on cheating out of 44.6k books HOUSE OF CARDS © TAEVIGCOCK 2021

SECOND PART OF MY SUBCONSCIOUS DESIRE. [Book 2 of 'OUR DESIRE' series. Written by Author Vaarushi] In the Yaduvanshi family, wealth, power, and status were hardly a concern at that time. But love? Mischief? Togetherness?Warmth? Respect? They overflow like a home lit by a thousand gentle lamps. They may not command empires or rule the world yet... but they never fail to hold each other close when the nights turn cold. Let's dive into the Past of Yaduvanshis. The now cold, ruthless, emotionless, rude, stone-hearted family... was once a mess of warmth and madness. A home where laughter spilled louder than wealth, where secrets were shared over late-night chai, Where women of the house were respected, Where everyone loves each other through the pain, Where learning and growing were not equal to insulting, where scoldings were soft, hugs were tight, And every festival felt like the whole universe had gathered under one roof. Before the frost settled in their bones... before the silence replaced their laugh... before the god decided to play with them... Let's dive into the tale where fire meets a wildfire and learn the love language of understanding and calmness. Where ego clashes with ego, until the decision of togetherness overpowers everything. Where past relationships and learning don't matter anymore because the warmth of having someone close fulfils every absence ever in the heart. Let's dive into the childhood of Vidharth Singh Yaduvanshi, and know what he was before the stone and frost. Let's see the arrogance and jealousy of Adheer Singh Yaduvanshi in his toddler version. Let's see the simplicity and calmness of Ashwin Singh Yaduvanshi when he was supposed to cry and cause headaches And lastly, let's witness a baby Karthik, who was the same back then, and now too. Always creating trouble for one or another particular family member. PLEASE READ ATLEAST 5 CHAPTERS BEFORE DECIDING TO BACK OFF!!

'Haven't you heard of it before? The favored hound of Prince Silas.' 'Rumors have it that his dog is the only thing the heartless prince cares about.' I am Rosalie, the feral hound of the prince. I am the evil villainess that everyone hates. Be it slapping people who dare to disrespect the prince, bullying my fellow servants who annoy me, to killing enemies for my prince. I am a villainess who uses the prince's status and power to do whatever I want. Everyone waits for the day I finally lose the favor of the heartless prince, so they can take their revenge on me. But will there be such a day?

In the Yaduvanshi family, wealth, power, and status know no limits. But love? Warmth? They're nothing but a mansion full of frozen hearts. They can rule empires with ruthless hands... yet can't hold each other when the nights get cold. And then came Mythili Ashutosh Chakraborty a woman in love. People say a woman in love is foolish... maybe she is. Because for the happiness of her love, she dares to dream of stitching this shattered family back together, holding on to a fragile hope gifted by someone just as broken as everyone She believes warmth can heal. But she's bound for life to Vidharth Singh Yaduvanshi the cold, unbending eldest son, a man who wears the skin of a human yet rules like the king of devils. Will he protect her wings... or tear them apart? Will she melt hearts of stone... or lose herself in the fire? This isn't just a romance. It's love tangled in betrayal, pain laced with hope, and a desperate attempt to piece together a soul that may never be whole again. Step into a world where every silence hides a secret... and every touch can heal, or destroy.

Two maids were cleaning a vast chamber when the younger maid asked the older one, "Didisa, you have been working in the palace for two decades right. Please tell me why are we cleaning this already clean chamber?". The older one smiled and said, "Although this chamber is always kept clean, it should be cleaned before anyone can reside here. And above all, our Ranisa is coming back to the palace". The younger maid didn't seem to accept it as a good news and said, "Whoever may come, but they cannot become equal to our choti Ranisa. She is the most kind, generous and sweetest person I have ever seen. She had never gotten angry on any maids even if they make mistakes. Take my example, I have made such a blunder on my first day here, but choti Ranisa accepted me as her own maid. Who can match her in kindness or even sword fight? And moreover she is Ranasa's heart beat". The old maid sighed and said, "Our Ranisa may not hold the heart of Ranasa. She may not be well versed in sword fight. But there is a reason why she is still our Ranisa. Sometimes one may have to be harsh to deliver justice and not just compromise between the victim and the tormentor. The people should have some fear about getting punished if they do wrong. And that charisma is with our Ranisa". ----------------------------------------------------------- A young girl of 17 years, looked at the retreating back of her newly married husband with a sad face. Just then her brother-in-law seated beside her husband's empty seat said, "Why are you sad, Bhabhisa?". She replied, "It's Nothing devarsa". He glanced back at his bhabhisa one more time and thought, "I don't know when bhaisa will open up with bhabhisa about his heart. She thinks that he is not fond of her. But how would one explain, why he ate the saltless food without a complaint and glared at me to keep my mouth shut. Unless it is for his beloved wife".

"What happened to you?" I asked and she looked away from me. "No... nothing" she stuttered I can tell she was crying. "You were crying?" I asked more like stated and she shook her head. "Isha... if you're upset because of what you saw in the morning then you sho.. shouldn't be" I said in the end stuttering. "I shouldn't be?" She asked innocently. And now her eyes filled up with tears. "She is my wife isha" I reasoned and she gives me sad smiled. "So am I" she whispered and tear escaped her eyes and turned to other side making me froze on my place. In those 2 years, this is the first time Isha said that she is my wife. Even I never acknowledge her as my wife. We hide this from everyone. We never behaved nor we asked each other that we are husband and wife and we want rights. So hearing Isha mentioning her as my wife makes me feel something in my heart which I never felt for her before. It makes me feel that I'm standing here with my 2nd secret wife. ******** "Mai bhale hi sirf tumhara nahi hun, par tum sirf meri ho. SIRF. MERI. Mrs Isha Arshad malik (i may not only yours. But you are mine. Only mine. Mrs Isha Arshad malik)" ******** Isha Abdullah. a beautiful 17-year-old girl. She lives in a small village. A village where girl treated like trash. She lost her mother when she born. Her father married another woman cause he wanted to give his daughter the love of a mother. But her fate gave her witch disguise by mother. She lost her father at the age of 12 and after that, her stepmother makes her life hell. Arshad Malik. A handsome kind 25 years old man. Happily Married man. He loves his wife. He married his college sweetheart when he was 23. He lived in Dubai with his wife cause of his business. They both came to their home town for some business but that led Arshad to married Isha. So how they got married and how they will hide their marriage from the world.