War of Hearts
"Five nights. Spend five nights with me and I will let your brother go." "I don't spend my nights in brothels." *** Full summary inside.
"Five nights. Spend five nights with me and I will let your brother go." "I don't spend my nights in brothels." *** Full summary inside.
He was fire. And she was the moth caught in his flame. Arya Ali is the type of girl every parent wished they had. She's always tried her hardest to be perfect. A perfect daughter, a perfect friend, and a perfect Muslim. She had her priorities straightened out, a future imagined for herself. And now that she's gotten a...
【 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐮𝐭 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐛𝐞𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐫𝐬; 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 】 *** 𝙕𝙤𝙝𝙖 𝙌𝙪𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙝𝙞 Not only is she a successful lawyer, but she has never lost a case in her life. She's strong-willed and confident. But then, one unfortunate night she's taken from the familiarities of her home and wo...
"If you could ask the Devil a question, what would it be?" - - - ••• Alexander Romano ••• Handsome. Charming. Deranged. Psychotic. Obsessive. Controlling. Sinister. Cold. Those are the only few words that can be used to describe such a person, if one can even call him that. He gets what he wants, when he wants it...
•Abhiraaj Singh Rathore• The handsome and arrogant mafia billionaire. He is the king of business world as well as the mafia world. Cruel to everyone, caring to his family. He doesn't do love. •Mrunali Chauhan• Sweet, kind and caring. An epitome of beauty. Her smile can make anyone's day brighter. Caring to the ones s...
"Isn't it beautiful? Two people who didn't even Know each other once, Now pray for each other's happiness Even before their own." ....... "What did you say?" Ayaan growls with his dangerously low voice scaring the shit out of the poor girl whose heart is trembling in fear but also excitement at the thought of annoyi...
**A Wattpad featured story** Bekhudi || بیخودی ❝ He gently dragged his hand around the delicate skin of my neck, slowly caressing it under his stifling touch. I felt his breath curling against me, as a wave of sultriness rode over me. As if sensing it, his soft touch become firm and his thumb...
// Tell whoso hath sorrow grief never shall last; even if joy has no morrow so woe shall go past // || 𝓪 𝓬𝓸𝓵𝓵𝓮𝓬𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷 𝓸𝓯 𝓼𝓱𝓸𝓻𝓽 𝓼𝓽𝓸𝓻𝓲𝓮𝓼 ||
Follow Stacey in her journey from having everything to losing everything. Will she find whats best? I walk and I walk. Bare feet. My body getting number and number. I walk all around the house. I walk till I get tired and my mind is all drowsy. I wanna stop thinking. I wanna go to a state where I feel nothing. I wanna...
Why do you think I would be okay with the man who allegedly killed his former three wives? Or did he? --- Why do you think I would be okay with the girl who tried to ruin my plants? Or would I?