𝗔 𝗦𝘁𝗮𝗻𝗱𝗮𝗹𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝗕𝗼𝗼𝗸 𝑺𝒉𝒆'𝒅 𝒅𝒆𝒗𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒎𝒆𝒏 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒉𝒊𝒎-𝒅𝒂𝒓𝒌, 𝒅𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒔, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒖𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒍𝒚 𝒊𝒓𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒃𝒍𝒆. 𝑩𝒖𝒕 𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒏𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒊𝒎𝒂𝒈𝒊𝒏𝒆𝒅 𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒑 𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒅𝒐𝒘𝒔... 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒔𝒆𝒕 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒔𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒔 𝒐𝒏 𝒉𝒆𝒓. 𝗦𝗶𝘁𝗮𝗿𝗮 𝗠𝗲𝗵𝗿𝗮 barely stepped out of her house unless necessary. Reality had failed her too many times. Love? It was a lie. People? Untrustworthy. The only place she felt safe was between the pages of her dark romance books - where men were possessive, love was dangerous, and betrayal didn't break you beyond repair. But fiction wasn't supposed to become reality. And then she met him. 𝗥𝘂𝘃𝗮𝗻𝘀𝗵 𝗞𝗵𝘂𝗿𝗮𝗻𝗮. Mafia King. Busines Tycoon. A name whispered in fear. A man who didn't need permission to take what he wanted. She never believed in love anymore. But this wasn't love. This was obsession. One stolen glance at her in the crowd, and her world was no longer hers. Because when a villain falls, he doesn't fall alone. And Sitara? 𝗦𝗵𝗲 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝗮𝗹𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝘆 𝗵𝗶𝘀. __________________________________________ "He was my Darkest Temptation." ~SITARA~ "She was my Sweetest Sin" ~RUVANSH~

𝐃𝐨𝐜𝐭𝐨𝐫 𝐗 𝐒𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐢𝐞𝐫 YN~"Don't you dare pretend I meant nothing.....we meant nothing, You don't forget someone like that-someone you-" Jk~" Someone I what, Shin? Someone I used to lose control with?" He closes the distance, backing her up against the desk until the edge digs into her hips. YN~"You're crossing the line!" Jk~"No, I'm reminding you where the line used to be. You remember that, don't you? When you used to writh under me ,just by the fan of my breath against your neck?" "You want to know what changed? Nothing. You still react the same way-still can't hide what I do to you." "Don't tempt me, Shin. You wouldn't survive it if I stopped pretending to be your commanding officer for even a second!" ____________ "In war, love isn't a sanctuary-it's a liability." When a brutal strike wipes out the frontline base's entire medical team, Doctor Shin YN is thrust straight into the meat grinder. She trained for every horror an active combat zone could throw at her: mortar shells, triage in the dark, and blood on her hands.​She was ready for the carnage. She was ready to bleed.​She wasn't ready for the commanding officer. ​Stepping into the command tent to give her introduction, YN comes face-to-face with the ultimate ghost from her past: Major Jeon Jungkook. ​The boy whose heart she shattered six years ago is gone. In his place stands a hardened soldier-cold, lethal, and carrying the bitter scars of her abrupt departure. Now, YN is trapped under his command on a base where enemy fire isn't the only threat. ​With a mole lurking inside their ranks and an ambush closing in, the line between professional duty and intoxicating temptation begins to blur. Forced together under constant threat, every lingering touch in the dark ignites a dangerous fire neither can control. ​YN came to save lives. But in Major Jeon's warzone, the hardest thing to survive might be the secret of why she left him...

What happens when a college boy accidentally gets married... and has no place to keep his wife except his BOYS HOSTEL ROOM? Secret marriage ✔ Boys hostel ✔ Crazy friends ✔ Endless comedy ✔ Unexpected romance ✔ Rules break honge. Secrets chhupenge. Love grow karega,slowly, secretly. This is not just a love story, it's a rollercoaster of laughter, friendship, chaos & emotions 💕 Read to know how long a wife can stay hidden in a boys hostel and what happens when love starts getting real.

"Oh my God, Ishaan! You smoke? Mtlb Aapko lung cancer ho gaya kya?!" Ishaan clenched his jaw. "Roshini-" "Ab toh bas chemotherapy ka option bacha hai!" She dramatically wiped a fake tear. Ishaan groaned, unable to take it anymore. In one swift motion, he leaned forward, closing the space between them. Roshini's breath hitched. The playfulness in her eyes faded as she suddenly became aware of how close he was. His sharp features were just inches away, the warmth of his breath mingling with hers. Ishaan smirked, voice dangerously low. "Agar main cigarette peeta, toh tumhe ab tak uski smell nahi aa jati, Roshini?" Her lips parted slightly, but no words came out. He leaned in just a little more, enough to see her gulp nervously. Eyeing her up and down he said, "Aur waise bhi... mujhe addiction sirf ek hi cheez ki hai. Aur woh cigarette nahi hai." -------------- ISHAAN SINGH RAJAWAT - 27. The ruthless CEO the world fears. Handsome, arrogant, and dangerously charming. They call him the Devil-a man who walks through life with a heart sealed shut and a soul drenched in darkness. His love is a storm, his silence is louder than chaos. He's sweet only for those he calls family... and bitter to the rest of the world. ROSHINI MALHOTRA - 24. A firecracker wrapped in innocence. A middle-class girl with dreams too big for the world to handle. She's clumsy, outspoken, and unapologetically herself. A mess of emotions, laughter, and unpredictable charm. Her heart speaks louder than her mind-and trouble always seems to follow. He's darkness. She's light. He believes in control. She thrives in chaos. They were never meant to cross paths... but fate had other plans. Will love bloom in the shadows of pain? Or will destiny tear them apart before their story even begins? When fire meets ice-will it melt... or burn?

He was cold-like ice untouched by sunlight. His heart, sealed behind walls of stone, knew nothing of tenderness. To him, intimacy was not affection, but power; not connection, but control. His world was ruled by lust, fueled by rage, and void of softness. But then came her. She wasn't supposed to matter. Yet, her presence unsettled him. Her silence screamed louder than words, and her eyes-those haunted, pleading eyes-chipped away at his edges. His body betrayed him first, drawn to her like fire to dry wood. He didn't know if he wanted to possess her... or destroy her. And in the space between desire and destruction, a game began. A game of love. And betrayal. --thebadjeon

On Hold 4 bùllies. 4 Singhanias. And a school that unknowingly revolves around them. Feared by many, admired by most, and challenged by none, the Singhanias rules the school with power, charm and chaos. Each of them carries a different personality, a different story and secrets no one dared to uncover. One is the perfect boy: the Head Boy of the school, admired for his discipline, gentle behaviour and irresistible charm. Rumours followed him quietly but no one truly believed them. To him, love had always been a distraction... until a scholarship girl entered his life and changed everything he believed about it. One is the silent queen: the most popular girl with the scariest personality. She speaks little, keeps her distance from everyone and never showed interest in anything around her. But the moment she noticed him, silent admiration slowly took over her guarded heart... unaware that her intense presence only makes him nervous. One is calm like a storm: quiet, witty and mysterious. Beneath his composed nature hides a secret identity he refuses to let anyone discover. Once best friends with his rival, their bond turned into bitter hatred over time. Now, after discovering a secret about her, he begins pushing her limits just to uncover the truth she desperately hides. And the last one: the chaos maker. Effortlessly funny, charming and known as the Cupid of the group. A playboy who never took love seriously until he met a girl who didn't seem to like him at all. Determined to make her his, he even places a reckless bet with his cousin about who will win the girls first. Four powerful cousins. Four complicated love stories. And a school that is about to witness pure love, bùlly, rivalries, secrets, bets and emotions far more dangerous than anyone expects. ----------------- #1 in pure

Jeon Jungkook, 30, is the CEO of Jeon Enterprises. Cold, arrogant, and infamous for being a playboy, he lives by money, power, and fleeting nights of pleasure. Marriage was never in his plans, but business and family pressure corner him into an arranged marriage with a 21-year-old ordinary student, Y/N. Y/N is nothing like the glamorous women Jungkook is used to. She's quiet, simple, and carries innocence that unsettles him. He never admits love, never shows affection openly-but whenever his eyes fall on her, his heart secretly turns into poetry. The poetry remains unspoken, hidden in his chest, while his actions push her away. 🔹 Major Themes Arranged Marriage → Slow Burn Love Unspoken poetry → Silent yearning Playboy CEO → Softly crumbling before innocence, sensual tension Disclaimer This story is pure fanfiction. No hate comments Please.

Vindictive words of your beloved hurts the most. At first you are taken aback. You won't believe its from them. It cause unbearable pain at first but pain doesn't lessen in second, third and so on time. As the time passes intensity of the pain increased and at one point either you completely succumbed or became immune to every emotion. This is story of Vindictive Akshay and headstrong Smita. "I'll do as I please. Who are you to stop me? "Anger radiating from each cell of Smita. Her eyes were shooting daggers and pupils dilated.Nostrils were flared, muscles clenched and fist is ready to hit him. " Ah my feisty princess is back. "he remarks. " I am not yours infact I never was. "she snapped. He took calculative steps towards her and holds her waist tightly with one hand. " What are you doing?" Smita struggles in his arms. She moved her hands vigorously to free herself from his grip but no avail his grip tightened on her waist. He pulled her towards him. Her breast were touching his bare torso. Her each movement now igniting raw passion and desire. Her breath became uneven and her struggle subsides.Its good for her as her efforts is sterile in compare to his strength. His hand touched her neck and stopped at her chin. He lifts her chin and looked directly into her eyes. "kiss me. "he ordered her. His words felt like venom. It felt like someone pour molten lava in her ears. She tries to push him away but his grip strengthens. "You will kiss me today sweetheart. "his words ran shivers in her spine. " please "came a whisper from her. " You can leave AFTER KISSING ME" his emphasise words broke her hope. She stands on her tip toes, hold his face in her hands and placed her lips on his. His hand caressed her hairs and pulled her closer. He took all she have. When they were breathless he broke the kiss. "Forever mine, all mine, mine only . "he remarked. "Never yours." English is not my first language so you may witness grammatical errors.

[ BOOK 1 OF AZITERA: YTHER'S QUEEN ] Consumed by avarice, the four human kingdoms-the Infernal Empire, the Kingdom of Caelum, the Kingdom of Treterra, and the Nayale Archipelago-betrayed their covenant with Yther of Azitera, the race blessed by deities, who protected humans for untold centuries. They slaughtered and defiled the beings that once protected them from storm, famine, poverty, and pestilence without mercy. Betrayed by the humans they protected, the Ytherians were enslaved. Their four queens were caged, chained, and imprisoned to serve as nutrients to the human kingdoms. The once prominent Ytherians were reduced to nothing but servants. As the four kingdoms of the human race prospered for many years since their betrayal, one news staggered them, causing them to tremble in fear and rally their armies to protect and defend their domain: Sollel-the Mistress of Flame, one of Yther's queens-had escaped her prison. Her flames will raze hell, ready to burn the souls of her betrayers. COMPLETED CECELIB | C.C. COVER: ASTRID JAYDEE

"Now..." Sourav muttered, his voice dropping into something deeper, more commanding - like steel wrapped in silk. "Don't you dare close these legs of yours... or interrupt me." His eyes flicked down and then back to mine, steady and intense. "Am I clear?" The way he said it - not loud, not harsh - just calm and firm, like some kind of military officer who already knew he'd be obeyed... it made my breath catch. My throat felt dry. I blinked at him, stunned for a heartbeat... then slowly nodded, without even realizing it. He leaned in, the warmth of his breath brushing against my cheek as he whispered, "Good girl." My heart skipped. There was something so quiet about his control - no shouting, no force. Just a calm certainty that left no space for rebellion. And maybe I liked that. Maybe a part of me wanted to be told what not to do... just so I could break the rule and see what he'd do about it. And without no warning he layed me down and spread my legs...he wasn't unsure or calm this time it was like he'd done with being calm..like he didn't want to give me chance to ruin his mood again and what I felt next moment was unexpressive...he just shoved his tongue inside my Virgina with no warning, no slow rubbing or teasing, my whole body went cold as his tongue was making touch with my clit my whole body was shivering..like I can't take it.. " S'-sourav" I stammered his name trying to pull him back by hair but..he wasn't budging , it was like he's punishing me for giving him hard time.