Grace Stark is the long lost daughter of Tony Stark. Having Tony Stark as a father seems fun but really, he is overprotective and won't let Grace have a normal life as a teenager. However when a teenage boy named Peter Parker gets an internship with her dad, and a new superhero joins the Avengers, Grace craves normalcy a little bit more. Read to see what happens as Grace and Peter become friends and maybe a little more. How will Tony and the Rest of the Avengers react? *starts with a few flashbacks and then time skips to before Civil War* *probably won't follow the movies exactly* *Includes Mild use of swear words so if you are Steve Rodgers, you may not want to read it* *All rights go to Marvel, I only own my Original Character and some of the plot*

Highest rankings:- #1 in Rajputs #24 in brides #40 in adult-content #1 in generalfiction #9 in Royal She gasped when he cornered her frame to the wall, her front banging to the hard surface and his front capturing her from behind. He rasped in her ear huskily grinding his lower body to her, "Tumhe to main pehle hi chakh chuka hu. Trust me, I haven't forgotten how you tasted." A moan escaped her lips feeling his lips on the seam of her ear. A smirk graced her plump lips which she threw his way and muttered seductively, "Explains your obsession with me, Hukum!" He ground his dick to her derriere retorting in a lustful husky baritone, "Are you sure I am the only one obsessed here?" *** Pulling her veil from the dishevelled bed she wore it over her bare self, running fingers through her hair when his deep husky voice greeted her ears, "Naam kya hai?" Throwing him a gaze over her shoulder she stated, "Heer." Running his gaze over her naked form, he stood up covering his own with the scattered clothes when her slow voice asked him, "Or aapka?" Amusement danced in his eyes at her oblivion. Leaning into her he whispered huskily with a smug face, "Ranjha to nhi hai." *** Entering inside the room she shared with her now husband she closed the door behind her. However, the next moment his body towered over hers encaging her between the wall and himself. She breathed out in anger, "Kya badtameezi hai." Only for her anger to diminish when he raised his hand that held a black gun, his deadly gaze staring straight into her fiery ones. He stated firmly, "Aaj ke baad unhe jealous karwane ke liye tumne hamara istemaal kiya to..." The gun landed inside her mouth shaking her from head to toe, and his voice rang in the room, "To thok denge." ~***~ Six lives. Three love sagas. One story! Join them in an epic love chronicle revolving around hidden secrets, revenge, power-battle, obsession and their passion, their junoon for their consorts.

in treta yuga , meghanad is kill by lakshman in their battle. while dying he wish in his next reincarnation he will be better person who will follow dharma while closing his eye's and take his last breath.

She was stolen but never forgotten. And now... she's back. Kidnapped at just two years old, Eden Blackthorn vanished without a trace - until one violent night changed everything. She built a new life in the shadows: underground fights, illegal street races, and a stage name no one dared cross. Eve. But a run-in with the law unravels the truth she never asked for. A mother still grieving. A father desperate. And seven older brothers who never stopped searching. Problem is - Eden isn't their sweet, innocent sister anymore. She's a fighter, a survivor, and she doesn't trust anyone. Now thrown into a world of blood ties and buried secrets, Eden must face the family she can't remember, the past she can't escape, and a war between loyalty and survival. Family means never having to say you're sorry - but sometimes, it means bleeding for people you barely know. Ranks: #1 out of 13.2k : sarcasm #1 out of 1.36k : cusswords #2 out of 18.9k : mafiaprincess #3 out of 119k : abuse #29 out of 2.51M : love #47 out of 54.8k : trauma

They hated her at first... but they had no idea who she really was. Serena Carter once had a family - loud, messy, beautifully imperfect. It wasn't always easy, but it was hers. Then one accident ripped it all away, leaving her alone and unwanted. Now she's sent to live with the Morettis: four brothers and a father who see her as nothing more than the living reminder of betrayal. The stain on their perfect legacy. Ten months. That's all she needs to survive until she turns eighteen and can walk away. But hate is a dangerous thing. It turns into obsession. Into protectiveness. Into something no one expected. Because Serena has secrets - ones even she doesn't fully understand. And in a world where power is everything, she's about to prove she belongs where everyone swore she didn't. She isn't looking for love. She's fighting for something stronger: a place to finally call home. Ranks: #1 out of 11.6k : familysecrets #1 out of 35.4k : siblings #1 out of 45.8k : lovers #1 out of 46.8k : rich #1 out of 52k : trauma #1 out of 80.2k : crime #1 out of 134k : hate #1 out of 189k : dark #1 out of 238k : depression #2 out of 554k : drama #2 out of 27.1k : brothers #2 out of 123k : wattpad #4 out of 2.53M : Love #5 out of 17.7k : mafiaprincess

~•~•~•~••~•~•~•~•~•~••~•~•~•~•~•~• She was once the heartbeat of the Rai Singhania mansion.The laughter that softened power.The smile that lit marble halls brighter than chandeliers. Siyaisha Rai Singhania-the youngest, the purest, the most loved. Five powerful brothers stood guard around her. A father who once called her his pride. A grandparents who worshipped her existence. Until one day... love turned lethal. A single accusation shattered everything. Her father's slap branded her a witch. Her brothers called her shameless, a disgrace, a stain. Her dance ,her devotion, her soul, was dragged through filth. They said she danced to seduce men. The poison had a name-Darika A sweet face hiding venomous jealousy. She didn't want a place in the family- she wanted Siyaisha's place. Lies were whispered. Proofs were planted. Trust turned to hatred. And one stormy night, Siyaisha was thrown out of her home. No evidence. No voice.truth unheard. EIGHT YEARS PASSED. Eight years of pain, survival, and rebirth. Now she's back. Not as the naïve princess they broke but as a woman forged in fire. Unbreakable. Fearless. Untouchable. She no longer needs their love. She no longer needs their name. Because now-she is her own empire. When the broken daughter returns to the family that destroyed her... Will they realised the truth? will they beg for forgiveness? Or face the storm they created? Siyaisha is back. And this time-she's not here to be accepted. She's here to conquer. ~•~•~•~••~•~•~•~•~•~••~•~•~•~•~•~•

◆◇◆◇◆◇◆◇◆◇◆◇◆◇◆◇◆◇◆◇◆◇◆◇ "You have robbed me of all heart and mind and I love you My sweet bandit of my soul" ◆◇◆◇◆◇◆◇◆◇◆◇◆◇◆◇◆◇◆◇◆◇◆◇◆◇ " Maybe you don't understand, but you can't even imagine the depth of love I had for you. so don't even dare seperate yourself from me. " she said crying looking at the unmoving body of her lover in the hospital bed. ●○●○●○●○●○●○●○●○●○●○●○●○●○●○●○●○ "Why am I here and What is this place? " The beautiful golden eyes of the fair beauty scanned the surroundings keenly only to land on the man who was the reason of her heart still beating. My buddies the idea of the story is not mine and the rights are reserved to one of my sweet reader @story2453. Read to find out the mind blowing and immeasurable love of a woman for a man which forced even the time to bow down to her feet.

"𝙰𝚕𝚕 𝚜𝚙𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚜 𝚖𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚋𝚎 𝚝𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚊𝚜𝚒𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝙴𝚚𝚞𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚢."_𝐏𝐢𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐞 𝐃𝐞 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐧 . . . . A sudden mishap changes the fate of the Indian Women's Cricket team, as an entire new team gets formed, basically symbolizing weak coordination and team spirit. Peep inside the book to see the story of overcoming the differences and playing the gentlemen's game in a lady like manner as a perfect team. It's a journey of love, sportsmanship and equality. Keep reading and keep supporting us guys.♡♡ ⚠️DISCLAIMER:- THIS STORY DOES NOT INTENDS TO HURT ANYONE'S SENTIMENTS OR BELIEFS. WE ARE DIE HARD CRICKET FANS AND WE LOVE OUR INDIAN MEN CRICKET TEAM. THIS STORY IS JUST A PRODUCT OF IMAGINATION.

She heals lives by day. he destroys enemies by night. He rules the underworld with blood and silence. Isha Malhotra and Vikrant Oberoi are two broken souls shaped by betrayal, loss, and power. She is a heartless doctor with a dangerous secret. He is a ruthless mafia who believes trust is a myth. Forced into an arranged marriage bound by their families' past, neither of them wants this union. They enter the marriage with cold hearts and deadly secrets. But when enemies rise, past betrayals resurface, and truths threaten to destroy everything, the line between hatred and obsession begins to blur. What happens when a hacker who fears love marries a man who doesn't believe in it? Will their marriage become their greatest weapon... or their ultimate downfall? A mafia romance filled with secrets, power, betrayal, and slow-burn love.

'Maanvi Arora' and 'Sharanya Bisht', whose lives are completely different from each other. But if the life is different, the luck should also be different, it is not necessary! Their lives may be completely different from each other, but their destinies are bound. And the person who connects their fate is 'Niskarsh Bedi'. 'Niskarsh Bedi', the younger son of the Bedi family who lives miles away from his family in Canada. Maanvi Arora, who is engaged to Niskarsh's elder brother Abhimaan Bedi, who hates Niskarsh. Nearly fifteen years later, Niskarsh has returned to India, taking Maanvi who had gone to Canada two years back for studies. But on seeing Manvi, both the Bedi family and the Arora family were stunned. What such change has happened inside Manvi in these two years, which has surprised everyone? Why does Abhimaan hate his own brother Niskarsh? And, why was Niskarsh living in Canada away from his family for fifteen years? And who is Sharanya? After all, how is her fate intertwined with Manvi's? All rights reserved by me @Satyanshi_Sinha.