"𝑳𝒆𝒈𝒔 𝒐𝒏 𝒎𝒚 𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝒃𝒂𝒃𝒚." 𓂃˖˳·˖ ִֶָ ⋆🌷͙⋆ ִֶָ˖·˳˖𓂃 ִֶָ Her wedding day was supposed to be the beginning of forever. But forever had other plans. Shivangi Mishra was ready her heart full of hope, her family by her side, her life set on a path everyone had imagined. She was to marry Vikrant Mehrotra the elder son, the man chosen for her future. The guests had arrived, the rituals were ready, the air buzzing with excitement until he disappeared. No explanation. No message. Just a void that spoke louder than any words ever could. Whispers spread. Reputation teetered on the edge. And in that moment, a decision was made one that left Shivangi with no choice. She was married to Lakshay Mehrotra, the younger son, a stranger bound to her not by love, but by fate. Lakshay had never imagined marriage in his carefully structured life. Tall, confident, and effortlessly charming, he spent his days balancing work, family duties. Marriage was never part of the plan, yet here he was, tied to a woman he barely knew. He didn't know whether to laugh, groan, or simply brace himself for the chaos she would bring into his life. A bride with dreams interrupted. A groom carrying unspoken questions. A marriage that begins where another ended. When hearts are forced together, can love find its way or will the shadows of the past refuse to release their hold?

#45 - wattpad #5 - 1990s [28/09/25] #2 - village[04/10/25] #6 - women[02/10/25] ««1980𝐬-90𝐬»» _____ "𝐊𝐨𝐧 𝐛𝐬𝐝𝐤 𝐫𝐮𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐚 𝐫𝐮𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐚 𝐭𝐮𝐣𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐚𝐚𝐦 𝐛𝐚𝐭𝐚?" "𝐀𝐚𝐩 𝐧𝐞" _____ © Autumn Whisk[2025] This story is an original work of fiction. Please do not copy, repost, translate, or adapt it without my permission. Sharing by link is welcome.

"Luci I wanted to-" "Don't f*cking call me that," Lucifer interrupted, speaking in a monotonous voice, whilst staring intently at the marbled floor beneath his feat. "It suits you though!" Dior defended in a giggly tone, but his expression did not change. "I said don't f*cking call me that." "You can even give me a silly nickname if you'd like," she proposed. Silence "Eh, you'll learn to love me one day." Little did she know, he already did. ------------------------------------------------ After the kidnapping and torturing of Dior Delilah Hamilton, the only daughter of the biggest mob boss in New York, Dante Hamilton, her father had no choice but to hire a full-time bodyguard for her, otherwise known as : Lucifer Alistair. Dior Delilah Hamilton Despite how the world has treated her, the contagious smile on her face never faltered. Bringing joy to those around her was her addiction, and the innocent aura surrounding her can never go unnoticed. With 3 older brothers, and a mafia man for a father, she was protected beyond belief. Or so they thought... Lucifer Alistair. His name itself causes the strongest of men to shiver in their boots. And boy did he live up to his name. He'd been let down all his life and learnt to never expect anything from anyone, because everyone will leave you in the end. His mind was set. He was to be a lone wolf til his last breath. Broken, misunderstood, heartless, soulless even, Lucifer could not be fixed. That was until Dior slithered her way into his shattered heart, and vowed to make it whole again. ---------------------------------- I don't own any pictures used in this story All rights reserved, do not copy my work

One of the most powerful man in the world. He was called Octavius. Cruel, coldblooded, and completely unobtainable. The Devil in a Brioni suit. The mere whisper of his name was like lethal poison that burned through the hearts of millions. Penetrating, and clear amber eyes that made grown men weep, and women burned with seduction. Behind the curtains, no one knew what he looked like yet he was always in control. It was a reputation he had fought to establish, one that brought him power, wealth and just about... everything. When a series of unfortunate events lands her into the very strong, powerful arms of Octavius, it was everything she'd been warned about. The beautiful brute, Octavius, moody and controlling in every aspect. She had never met a man as brutal, and stormy as him, someone she couldn't help but sprout wild, random phrases to, and offer hugs. A man that always gets what and who he wants because that's how his life works. Until it doesn't. Until he stumbles into a five-feet angel with the sweetest smile, and adamant about being friends. - preview - "Has any man ever made you so crazy you thought you'd die if you didn't get his cock inside of you? If you couldn't feel his fingers digging into your thighs as he spread you open and devoured you whole? Have you ever come over and over, so hard and so many times you couldn't be sure where one ended and the other began?" His strong, veined hands gripped the backside of my bare thigh, tracing over my skin, itching higher and higher and I could feel a deep ache building inside my lower region. My mouth slacked, at a loss for words, all I could do was whimper softly under his possessive touches. "Answer me." Big, forceful hands caressed my chin, almost gripping my neck, only retracting as I let out a tiny breathless sigh. His dark deep amber eyes were on fire with a carnal sexuality that I had never seen before. "Use your words."

an·dro·pho·bia | \ ˌan-drə-ˈfō-bē-ə noun : an abnormal dread of men : repugnance to the male sex Thea is the definition of sweetness. Whether it be stopping to talk to a homeless person in the streets or volunteering overtime at her local charity shop, she feels the need to give and not take. Although that comes with disadvantages of its own, the effects of a strange phobia of hers only make her life more difficult: her growing fear of men. And when she meets the most terrifying of them all, she is forced to ultimately confront her fear. In the form of a murderous member of the mafia by the name of Synn, that same uncontrollable terror that she experiences in the presence of a man only sparks an interest in him. But unbeknownst to Synn, a man who revels at the tremor of his enemies, he cannot figure out why her wide, teary eyes do not give him the same pleasure. Why does that same terror-stricken look on Thea's face only make his heart clench with pain instead of content? #1 in Hot #1 in Fear #1 in Scared #1 in Sweet #1 in Kind #3 in Cute #5 in Love Cover done by @kimtherespeopledying