Ethereal Romanoav, nineteen. Just like her name, she was a breath of heaven on earth, too innocent, too untouched, and too unaware of the darkness that waited beyond her walls. Her beauty was the kind poets lost sleep over. Her eyes, a deep crystalline blue. People whispered she was the most beautiful girl in the world, a jewel born once in centuries. When Ethereal was barely one year old, her beloved mother, Queen Sera Roman, died of a sudden illness. And within two months, her father, King David Roman, married the Princess of Kazi, Phina. After that marriage, everything changed. Phina was threatened, terrified, of the girl who would one day surpass every beauty in the realm. So David Roman locked his daughter away. At one and a half years old, Ethereal was placed inside an isolated tower. Too small to understand, too pure to fight back. For there was monster wearing a crown. Alexandra Drakaris. Thirty-two. The King of Kings. The ruler whose bloodline had conquered kingdoms. People called him The Beast. It was said his very shadow could silence a battlefield. Rumours whispered he stole women, used them, burned empires for pleasure. Queens feared him. Kings bowed. But the truth? He had never touched a single woman. No lovers. No partners. No queen. Alexandra lived alone in a fortress carved from cold, merciless stone, just like his heart. Dangerous, deadly, ruthless. He was a monster of power. Standing at six feet two, built like a warrior sculpted by the gods, he looked every bit the beast the world painted him to be. Yet his light brown eyes held storms-battles, betrayals, pain. Love made you weak. And Alexandra could not afford weakness. He took kingdoms. He crushed armies. He conquered power-nothing else. But the world did not know the truth: The beauty King Roman hid away was the only thing Alexandra would ever desire. His ethereal romanoav His little one.. ..... Give it a try.....

She escaped one powerful man... only to be hunted by another. Wrongfully accused of kidnapping a child, Emma Carter finds herself entangled with ruthless billionaire Nathan Sterling-the boy's father. Cold. Powerful. Relentless. Now, her innocence is weaponized-and her womb is the key to his child's survival. Trapped between a dark past and a dangerous future, Emma must make an impossible choice: surrender her body... or lose everything. But can she survive the war between two powerful men who both want her-for entirely different reasons?

He watched her from a distance, laughing, teasing, dreaming with the kind of joy he once believed she'd never have without him and it burned. Aadarsh Rao Mehra, the golden boy of neurosurgery, conquers warzones and crisis zones alike, performing near-impossible surgeries with unmatched precision. Outsiders call him a playboy, a handsome heir to the Mehra fortune, with piercing eyes, flawless physique, and effortless charisma. Deadly skilled, magnetic, and heartbreakingly handsome Dr. Aadarsh's Ssix plus years of abandoned life in abroad hardened him....yet the memory of the girl he left behind still makes his heart race. His first Love. Ridhima Sharma, the girl he left, the girl he thought betrayed him, the girl he still blames for breaking what they once had, now stood before him as a fire he couldn't look away from. When did she become this stunning, this sharp, this bold, this impossible to ignore? And worst of all, Tej Raizada sees it too. Tej, sharp-tongued, unapologetically intelligent, and dangerously charming, challenges Ridhima at every step, provoking her, annoying her, watching her with a knowing smile...amused. She runs behind someone else now, playful and glowing in a way he had never seen before, and the worst part is that it should've been him in that moment, it should've been them. Aadarsh hates that. Hates himself more. He keeps telling himself she cheated, clinging to that lie. He was the one who walked away, and she was the one who paid for it. But something about her is different; beneath her confidence, her charm, her reborn strength, there's a shadow she hides, a quiet sadness, a secret that tightens her smile and dims her eyes when no one is watching. When obsession meets destiny, when guilt snarls into love too late, only one question will remain: can you claim a heart that doesn't have long to beat?

A marriage neither wanted. A hatred neither understands. Two strangers tied by a past that stains everything between them. He never wanted a wife. Especially not her. Cold, distant, and poisoned by assumptions, Amaan enters the forced marriage with one intention- to keep his distance and keep his resentment alive. Asmaira enters with something far heavier- guilt. Not to protect him. Not to save him. But because she knows the truth of what happened... and she cannot bear to confess it. They have never met. But the moment they do, the air turns sharp- full of tension, unspoken accusations, and the kind of hate that feels too much like longing. He despises her for a sin she never committed. She punishes herself for a sin she never confessed. And marriage turns into a battleground where silence is a weapon... and closeness is a threat. In this house, love is impossible. Trust is deadly. But hatred? Hatred is the only thing keeping them alive.

Lavender faced the ultimate betrayal after discovering that her fiancé, the man she loved most, had been using her all along. He had only dated her to seek revenge against her father and to claim everything her late mother had left her as a gift to his real fiancee. Devastated, Lavender lost everything she owned to him, and her family was plunged into dire poverty as a result. Heartbroken, she fled her past, running away from her disowned father and the agonizing pain. She dedicated her life to caring for the "blessings" her ex-fiancé had left behind. But just when Lavender thought she had found a measure of peace, everything starts falling apart again. Forced to reconcile with her ex, Lavender is torn-he is a changed man now, but to her, he remains an enemy. As her bottled-up emotions resurface, past cases reopening, and his persistent efforts to win back her affection intensify, how long can Lavender's hatred last? --- This story is significantly different from the original version. It maintains the key plot while changing the outline, fixing as much plot holes as possible, adding new characters, depths, and chapters. I wrote this to better suit the sequel, <It Started With A Kiss>

Warning This book contains triggering content. So only read it if you're sure. There's a reason there is DARK tag here.⚠⚠⚠⚠ Charita couldn't believe her eyes. Alizaira had blood flowing through the large wound in her stomach, the large wound caused by a knife plunged into her stomach. Her mouth opened in a silent 'O' but she couldn't speak . She was in Pain . Charita moved as fast as she could to save Alizaira. Alizaira let out a terrifying scream as she somehow was able to pull it out of her stomach . "Alizaira , wait , I am coming to help you." Charita said in Panic. Before she Could, Alizaira stumbled over to the edge . Charita's Pov: I ran with all the strength, my hand barely grazed hers for a few short seconds as I grabbed the knife but before I could grab her she stumbled back so fast, the next thing I knew she was falling from the rooftop. I was frozen but also heard just as she fell a large scream and loud footsteps behind me. "Baby!" Masculine deep voice echoed in air,filling it as Raktim ran towards the edge. He looked down,going still and let out a shaky gasp, whispering something softly and then his eyes met mine. Dark, Souless, Hateful .Murder in them. Some sort of promise in them. Before I knew, he was running down to his girlfriend, who lay emotionless 90 feet below.

I woke up because I felt something on my throat making it hard for me to breath, I look up to see Leonardo is looking down at me while smirking, his both hands were wrapped around my throat " you thought I like you don't you?" He asked I fought hard to remove his hand, but I couldn't. I felt tears streaming down my cheeks like burning fire as I saw black circles dancing across my vision almost taking over " then know this, I hate you and I never loved you. I just wanted to be with you so I can break you. Someone like you doesn't deserve happiness" let go of me feeling like my death is getting closer. the ache my heart was feeling now is worst than everything I ever felt. " L-Leo - p-please " I whispered fighting harder against his grip " bye-bye, love," he said and everything went dark *********************************************** Leonardo King, King isn't only his last name, a trauma of losing his brother turned him into most feared Mafia king of all time, and his only purpose in all his power is to destroy those who killed his innocent brother, he seeks for revenge and that is all he wishes for. Athena Wilson a girl who had a normal life and before knowing it she becomes queen of the king himself. Will they be able to work everything out and be happy at the end together? Read to find out **************** My second book and I am so excited about it! I hope you guys will like it. I am again sorry for any grammar mistakes, as English is not my first language and I did not learn English from school since the English teachers in my country can't even speak English them selfs... end about that hope you will enjoy it!! Publishing dates: every Tuesday, Thursday, Saturday, and Sunday!!!i ( I will delete this story in 30 days. Today is the 04.01.2024. For everyone who is currently reading, I give those 30 days so that you guys can finish it. Hope that everyone is having fun! )

She was never meant to be his bride. Yet fate exchanged her heart for his fury. When Elara Cross is forced to marry Adrian Vale, the man once promised to her late sister, she becomes nothing more than an exchange bride-a substitute pawn in a business deal sealed with tragedy. To Adrian, she is a ghost wearing the face of the woman he loved. To her family, she is disposable, an illegitimate daughter raised in cruelty and handed over like property. But Elara's quiet endurance unsettles Adrian more than defiance ever could. Behind her hollow eyes and malnourished frame lies a survivor who has known only pain, and Adrian's vow to make her life hell begins to fracture under the weight of her scars. As the secrets of their pasts unravel-and as the ghost of Adrian's lost love lingers between them-hatred twists into obsession, cruelty into protection, and an unwanted marriage into something neither of them expected: a story written not by fate, but by choice.

She only meant to help her best friend escape a blind date. He only meant to punish the woman who ruined his family. Neither of them expected love to be the cruelest lie of all. Dr. Mira Das had always been the quiet one - brown-skinned, soft around the edges, a middle-class girl with more kindness than confidence. When she fell for Arav Malhotra, the cold, self-made CEO who saw the world through power and precision, she thought she'd finally been chosen for who she truly was. But love built on secrets never lasts. The night she confessed her feelings - he confessed his revenge. She left him that night with tears in her eyes and a heartbeat growing beneath her own. Four years later, she's no longer the fragile girl he broke - she's a doctor known for her calm, her courage, and her silence. When she's assigned to treat an elderly man in a powerful family's mansion, she accepts - unaware that fate is leading her straight back to the ghost of her past. She doesn't know she's stepped into the home she once dreamed of building with him. And between them stands a truth neither of them is ready to face - a four-year-old boy with Arav's eyes and Mira's heart. "The Weight of My Heart" is a story of love born from lies, hearts stitched together by time, and the kind of forgiveness that hurts more than hate ever could. Because sometimes, the person who broke you is the only one who can put you back together - if fate gives them a second chance. GUYS PLEASE CHECK IT OUT!!!!

That tune. Soft. Familiar. Haunting. She turned slowly... her breath caught in her throat. There he was. Standing in the shadows, just beyond the emergency exit. "I'll follow you wherever you go" "No," she whispered. "No, no, no, shhh, Meera, calm down. It's just a hallucination. Just a hallucination. Just-" She broke into a run, blind and desperate, nearly tripping over her own feet. And crashed straight into something - or rather someone. IZRAEL'S FIAMA #Upcoming Sept 2025