𐙚𓏲⋆ ִֶָ ๋𓂃 ⋆ᡣ𐭩 𝐃𝐞𝐬𝐢 𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 They hated each other. Academic rivals. Family friends. Nothing more. Years apart felt like freedom- Until fate brought them face to face again. ─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ── 𝑺𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒊𝒏 𝒎𝒚 𝒂𝒓𝒎𝒔... I kissed her back. Once. Twice. But then I forced myself to pull away. Her eyes fluttered open in confusion. I cupped her face gently, brushing my thumb across her cheekbone. "l'll hate myself tomorrow if I take advantage of this moment." "I'd never hate you," she whispered, eyes heavy-lidded. "You're the only place I feel safe." And it hit me harder than the kiss. ─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ── 𝑺𝒉𝒆'𝒔 𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒆... I broke the kiss, breathing heavy, my forehead resting against hers. "You belong to me," I whispered, voice raw. "I'm your husband, Ruhi. Not him. Me." She swallowed hard, her lips still trembling. "I know," she whispered. "I didn't mean to-" "No. Listen to me." He cupped her face, firm but not rough. "You're mine to hold. Mine to protect. Mine to kiss. Mine to fight with. Mine to lose sleep over. Not some asshole who thinks a toy will get him what he wants."

Destiny is 25 she's struggling to keep up with her two jobs. she's an orphan and she has a 2 year old daughter named Angel, her ex boyfriend left her when she was pregnant. She's also a great painter. Tala is 29 she's a billionaire. She has hotels, casinos, night clubs...etc. She likes to fool around with girls, specially when they find out she's a mafia leader.She has scars on her face and body that she hides from the world and she's looking for someone to make a perfect portrait painting of her. *Highest Rankings* 1# gxg 1# girlxgirl 1# lesbian 1# wlw 1# lesbianromance 1# lesbian fiction 1# womanxwoman 1# intersex 8# mafia

"We can't do this." I whisper as our lips re-connect, a tingling fire surging through my body as his hands ravage unexplored lands; my innocence dissipating away with every peck he trails down my neck. "I know we can't. That's why it's so exciting." He replies through kisses. His effortless charm intoxicates me; drowning me; hunting me; devouring me. "What if my brother finds out?" The perpetuated patter of the rain unable to subdue my groan as he digs his nails deeper into my skin. "Who cares." ********** Welcome to my story, where an innocent boy finds a not so innocent boy in his bed; where they do not so innocent things. - YOP

"Stop it Jungkook! I am literally four years older than you." you say out of frustration. He has been seducing you way too much. "I know you want me too noona." he said like the kid he is. "It's just fantasy Jungkook. yours and mine nothing else." you cross your hand. "Then let's do this...make a deal" he said being all exited. "what deal?" your eyes got wide. "A fantasy deal... We will fulfill each others all fantasy that we can't tell people" he said with hopeful gaze. You gulp. still not sure. (JUNGKOOK X NOONA AU) *HEAVY SEXUAL BOOK. NO UNDERAGE READERS PLEASE!! (Complete) Finished writing: 7th July, 2021 Edited: not even close to editing. Flawed

Zora was was finally an adult, she was going to take over her mother's company. The mafia princess worked right under her mother's wing when she made a fatal mistake and caused a huge conflict with another powerful mafia. A small accident turned Zora's life upside down.... Was it for the best? or will it ruin her? Sequel to "The Bodyguard" could be read as sperate book.

Dawn, a girl in her early twenties living in a poor neighborhood with her sick mother and teenage brother. Her father has abandoned them for a rich woman and they were left sinking in debt. One day someone has offered her an opportunity to change her life and her family's just by watching over a girl. Mazikeen or Maze for short, a spoiled rich brat who lives off her father's money, she's addicted to drinking and partying. She has gotten herself in too much trouble and humiliation for her father so he decided to get her a bodyguard. She pretends to be an arrogant and mean girl on the outside but only she knows what's happening on the inside. What will happen when these two meet? A poor girl with anger issues and a spoiled brat who likes to push buttons.

He held up his hands, trying to sound casual, but the sight stopped her cold-blood smeared across his fingers, dark and fresh. "Relax, it's nothing," he said smoothly, his voice trying to soothe, but her heart pounded in stark disbelief. Her eyes widened, fixed on the crimson stains, a silent scream caught in her throat. Horror dripped from every glance. "Nothing? You killed him," she whispered, voice barely steady, trembling with a mixture of fear and accusation. "You're a murderer." He scoffed, a cold shadow flickering in his unreadable eyes. "Don't insult me wifey. I'm above that." The weight of his words pressed down like a guillotine as she steadied herself, voice sharp with defiance. "I'll tell everyone. I won't marry you." A slow, cruel smile curved his lips as he leaned in, his breath ghosting against her ear like a deadly promise. "Will you? Go ahead-tell everyone. I'll destroy everything you hold dear, just like your telling would destroy mine. We'll go down together." He leaned closer, his voice dropping to a chilling whisper. "And as for not marrying me... oh wifey , you don't get to choose. You'll be mine-whether it's in a wedding dress, or buried in a legend". He wasn't supposed to pull her in-didn't even understand why he was drawn to her. She wasn't the most beautiful, but something beneath the surface called to him. A ruthless heir haunted by betrayal, he never let strangers close... yet he craved to keep her. ☆☆☆☆ This story is not standalone. It is based on a character from another story. It's about a girl who has been overshadowed by her sister's beauty but has managed to keep herself from turning bitter. She has suffered enough-now it's time for her to find happiness. The first book is Khushi: His Lawless Love.

"Please... leave me" she whispered while trembling, tears spilling from her eyes as he stood so close, trapping her against the wall. "Why, love? Did I hurt you?" he asked gently. She nodded no. "Did I shout at you?" he continued tucking a tendril of her hair behind her ear.Again she nodded no. "Then why, love? Why do you want to leave?" he said, resting his forehead against hers.His breath was hot on her skin, and her body seemed to respond, craving more. "Just see how your body wants me..." he whispered, sealing his lips over hers in a deep, possessive kiss. 𝐏𝐑𝐀𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐓 𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐇 𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐄 A 27-year-old enigmatic mogul, commands a vast business empire that spans industries and continents.His name is synonymous with power and wealth, yet he remains an elusive figure, shrouded in mystery. No photographs of him exist, and he never appears in public, cultivating an aura of intrigue and fear.Whispers of his dark methods and ruthless tactics circulate in hushed tones, painting a picture of a man who thrives in the shadows, commanding his empire with an iron fist. 𝐌𝐀𝐘𝐀 𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐌𝐀 A 24 - years-old, is an acid attack survivor whose face tells a story of immense adversity, with one half bearing the scars of the attack and the other half remaining unscathed.Despite her remarkable academic achievements and stellar qualifications, she faces a relentless struggle to find a job.Potential employers see only her scars, disregarding her talents and capabilities, making her feel invisible in a world that judges by appearances.Her story is one of resilience and brilliance overshadowed by superficial judgments. What will happen when his eyes fall upon this little bird? Peep to know more. 18+ #2 Virgin Male ( 04/05/2025) This story contains mature themes and Torture and Murder Scenes. This story is written by following all types of wattpad guidelines. Don't try to report the story because it's alre

𝑺𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒑𝒆𝒂𝒌𝒔 𝒊𝒏 𝒔𝒊𝒍𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒆. 𝑺𝒉𝒆 𝒍𝒊𝒗𝒆𝒔 𝒃𝒆𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒅 𝒂 𝒎𝒂𝒔𝒌 𝒐𝒇 𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒇𝒆𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏. 𝑹𝒂𝒈𝒊𝒏𝒊 𝑴𝒂𝒍𝒉𝒐𝒕𝒓𝒂, 𝑩𝒐𝒍𝒍𝒚𝒘𝒐𝒐𝒅'𝒔 𝒅𝒂𝒛𝒛𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒎𝒐𝒅𝒆𝒍 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒔, 𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒔 𝒔𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒔 𝒏𝒐 𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒄𝒂𝒏 𝒔𝒆𝒆-𝒂 𝒑𝒂𝒔𝒕 𝒕𝒘𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒃𝒚 𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒓𝒐𝒓, 𝒌𝒊𝒅𝒏𝒂𝒑𝒑𝒊𝒏𝒈, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒓𝒖𝒆𝒍 𝒈𝒓𝒊𝒑 𝒐𝒇 𝒎𝒆𝒏 𝒘𝒉𝒐 𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒅 𝒉𝒆𝒓. 𝑯𝒆𝒓 𝒗𝒐𝒊𝒄𝒆 𝒊𝒔 𝒈𝒐𝒏𝒆, 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒏 𝒔𝒑𝒆𝒂𝒌𝒔 𝒍𝒐𝒖𝒅𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒏 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒅𝒔 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅. 𝑯𝒆 𝒊𝒔 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒅𝒐𝒘, 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒕𝒆𝒄𝒕𝒐𝒓, 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒅𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒓. 𝑨𝒈𝒔𝒕𝒚𝒂 𝑺𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒊𝒂, 𝒆𝒙-𝒎𝒊𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒚, 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚 𝒎𝒂𝒏 𝒘𝒉𝒐 𝒔𝒂𝒗𝒆𝒅 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒍𝒊𝒇𝒆 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒓𝒐𝒓𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒔, 𝒊𝒔 𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒂𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒈𝒏𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒈𝒖𝒂𝒓𝒅 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚 𝒎𝒐𝒗𝒆. 𝑩𝒖𝒕 𝒂𝒔 𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒕𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒔 𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒉𝒆𝒓, 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒕𝒆𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒏𝒔 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒐 𝒂 𝒅𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒍𝒚 𝒐𝒃𝒔𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒐𝒏. 𝑯𝒂𝒖𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒃𝒚 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒑𝒂𝒔𝒕 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒂 𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒊𝒑𝒖𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒗𝒆 𝒅𝒊𝒓

"𝐖𝐞𝐥𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐑𝐞𝐲𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐡 𝐒𝐡𝐞𝐤𝐡𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐭'𝐬 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧, 𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬𝐬." ════ ⋆★⋆ ════ "Zindagi ne ekbaar tumhe mujhse cheen liya... Lekin ab jo hoga, kismat ke hisaab ne nahi hoga, mere hisaab se hoga. Aur iss baar tumhe kuch nahi hoga. Iss baar bas barbaadi hogi. Unki. Jinhone meri jaan ki yeh haalat ki hai." And it wasn't a promise. It was a curse. It was a vow to every god in existence. And the air around him shifted-heavy, still, as if even the darkness feared what he had just sworn. But little did he know, their ends had already been written-in the same ink destiny once used to script her suffering. Their fates would burn, just as they had broken her. But not in his hands. Then who?