I used to think we were the definition of couple goals. You know-the annoying kind that finish each other's sentences, post mushy anniversary captions, and make single people gag. Yeah, that was us. My husband, the love of my life. My partner. My soulmate. My... lying, cheating bastard. I walked in one night, still humming the song he sent me that morning, and found him busy. And by busy, I mean balls-deep in someone who clearly didn't know her right foundation shade. I broke. Cried till I couldn't breathe. Because that was my man, my home, my whole damn world falling apart on our Egyptian cotton sheets. But then I wiped my tears, looked at him-pathetic, naked, stammering-and realized something beautiful: heartbreak makes you dangerous. He begged. Oh, he sobbed. Promised me the world, said it meant nothing, said I was everything. So I smiled and said, prove it. And he did. Bought me cars, jewelry, houses-signed every last property in my name. My name, not ours. I let him grovel, let him believe forgiveness was for sale, and every time he kissed my feet, I made him dig his grave a little deeper. Love made me soft. Betrayal made me rich. And when I finally walked out, I didn't even slam the door. I just left him there-kneeling in the ruins of everything he thought he owned.

We weren't in love. We were an inferno-ruthless, consuming, the kind of fire that left nothing but smoke and scars. Vikram was my first kiss, my first time, my first taste of forever. And he was the first boy who ever made me fear the way love could bruise. One look in his eyes and I saw my father's madness staring back at me. So I did the only thing I could-I ripped us apart before he could ruin me too. But Vikram never let me walk away clean. He made sure I bled for it. He fucked his way through half the class, made me watch him turn cruel, made me choke on the ashes of what we used to be. He made me watch him become everything I hated. And still, I loved him like a fool. Still, I gave him one rule-don't touch her. The girl who made my life a living hell. The one betrayal that would cut me deeper than all the rest. And he did it anyway. That was the day I buried whatever soft, stupid love I had left for him. That was the day I decided Vikram Chauhan could burn alone. Now he's back in my life. Older. Colder. Dangerous in ways even he wasn't before. And he's looking at me like I'm still his, like the years and the ruin mean nothing. But he doesn't get to set me on fire twice. Too bad, Vikram. This time, it's not happening.

She loved me when I didn't even know how to love myself. Sahiba walked into my life with eyes full of devotion and a heart foolish enough to believe I could give her the same in return. And what did I do? I crushed her. With my silence. With my indifference. With the walls I built so high she could never climb them. Worst of all? My fucking betrayal. She thinks it's over. That the divorce ended us. But the truth she doesn't know is brutal-she's still my wife. On paper, in law, in name... and in the marrow of my bones. I never let her go. I couldn't. I've spent years carrying the weight of her absence like a noose around my neck. Every day without her has been punishment. Every night, I see the girl I destroyed staring back at me in my dreams, reminding me that I turned her love into ashes. But this time, I won't let her slip through my fingers. I'll fight. I'll bleed. I'll burn the world if I have to. She might hate me, curse me, despise the ground I walk on-but I'll take it. Because losing her once broke me. Losing her again will kill me. I was her nightmare once. Now I'll be her damnation or her salvation. But I'll be hers.

I gave him my body. My trust. My heart. He gave them a show. For five years, Yug was mine - my first love, my only heartbreak, my stupid forever. I trusted him with everything, even the night he asked to record us. "Just for me," he'd said. "Safe with me." And I believed him. Until I heard his teammates talking. Until I heard the words they used for me. Slut. Perfect tits. That tight little pussy. Pornstar moans. They watched me. They laughed at me. Now, the man who once worshipped me is on his knees, begging for a second chance. But how do you forgive someone who broke you in places even you can't reach anymore? This isn't just a story about love. It's about the ashes that remain after trust burns away.

I thought I had the perfect marriage. Then I caught my husband lying. Vidyut said it was just business. That the woman he was meeting meant nothing. But lies have a way of unraveling, and when I discovered she was his ex- the one he never told me about-my world shattered. I saw something that ripped my heart out. Then the pictures surfaced. Him and her. Reunited. That was the moment I walked away. But Vidyut? He's not letting me go. Not without a fight. And now, the man who broke me is ready to grovel-to ruin his pride, his reputation, even himself-just to win me back. But some betrayals cut too deep. And I don't know if love is enough to fix this.

18+ "Tell me, love. What is it that you want?" "You will have to leave me alone if you can't do it." "That won't happen ever-" he grits his teeth stepping closer to me, caging me between his arms and the wall. "Just tell me, Ayesha," He husks looking at my lips. "Beg, Arjun. On your knees," I smirk. .................... In the sultry embrace of past scars and hidden desires, Ayesha Arora and Arjun Mehra find themselves entangled in a seductive dance of fate and longing. Ayesha, haunted by the echoes of her turbulent upbringing, believes herself incapable of love until a chance liaison with a stranger ignites a fire within her, challenging every notion she holds dear. Meanwhile, Arjun, once a carefree spirit with dreams of music, becomes ensnared by the allure of a mysterious woman he can't resist. As their worlds collide and passions ignite, they are drawn into a spellbinding journey of discovery and surrender, exploring the depths of their connection amidst the throes of desire. Will they succumb to the intoxicating pull of their pasts, or will they find ecstasy and redemption in the embrace of each other's longing? ..... Regular Updates!!!

The cold man fell in love with the kind girl because he knew that she deserved the world and that he wanted to be the one who gave it to her. ♡ Alette Faye was a sweet girl. She was exceptionally kind and had an air of simplicity. Between her part-time job at the bakery, her classes, her time spent tending to her flowers and walking in the fields, she didn't get the opportunity to experience much. Her past created fears in her that she seemingly couldn't overcome, and then she met him. For when she meets him, she should have run away in fear, but she stayed. She stayed and she opened her big heart for a man who found his heart, just for her. ♡ This story is a little cliché, a lot unedited, and super simple.

BEING PUBLISHED BY W BY WATTPAD FREE STORY. PAID BONUS CHAPTERS. Two complete opposites. One assignment. After making it through her freshman year at the University of Southern California. Avalon Miller planned to get through sophomore year and every year after that by doing the same thing. Fitting in. What more could she possibly want? Apparently, a confident and sexy football player who has every girl falling at his feet. Everyone except Avalon, anyway. Her plan for staying under the radar vanishes into oblivion when she must spend the entire semester with the football players, including the senior heartthrob and star quarterback Noah Jackson. When Avalon crashes into his life and doesn't fall to his feet like every other girl, it's a breath of fresh air. One he can't get enough of. He introduces her to the life of a football player, but never expected to take an interest in her along the way. Something no one, not even him, expected as he doesn't date. Both of them are holding back from loving again due to their past relationships but love is something he didn't even know he was looking for until she walked into his life and something, she didn't know she was missing until she falls in love with him along the way. A journalism major and a football player...what could possibly go wrong? [The Jackson Family Series Book 1]

She's a wild, free spirit who sees the good in everyone, and he's the hardened, bad-tempered loner who wants nothing to do with her-yet no matter how hard he tries to push her away, she's the one temptation he can't escape. *** He's never met someone with such a bubbly personality. Not to mention the wildness and odd phrases she says every five minutes. He hates it. He hates how he can't stay away from it. He hates what she does to him; it's not like him to chase after some girl. She gets under his skin like no other. She's never met someone with such a bad attitude. He's ill-mannered and menacing. The glare never seems to leave his face. Considering it all, she can't help but feel the attraction toward him. Dangerous attraction toward a seemingly dangerous man. Maybe it's the tattoos on his arm that gets her attention. Or maybe it's because she can tell there's hope for good under his rough exterior. And she's about to find it, whether he likes it or not. It's no secret that the two of them are complete and total opposites. *** "You like being called Sugar, don't you?" I tease, placing my toothbrush back after finishing. He does the same and gives me a side-eyed scowl. He grips my chin harshly and kisses me. My body temperature raises a good ten degrees and my right leg goes all wiggly. He pulls away. "You like it when I kiss you, don't you?" He teases the same way I did to him and I'm left blubbering. "I think both of our questions are rhetorical," I lower my voice up at him. His lip curls up into a smirk. *** #1 in Young Adult #9 in Badboy #1 in Cold #3 in Goodgirl #1 in Sweetheart #14 in Love *** *Warning* This story contains mature themes (language, scenes)