Would you like to play a game? The rules are simple... you just have to get someone to fall in love you, devote himself to you, and care for you until the end of his days. Think it's easy? Confident you'll win? Let's see how well you play the game. WARNING! Viewer discretion advised: story contains adult content that is unsuitable for children. NOTE from the writer: I'm an amateur writer so please overlook plot holes, grammar issues, or anything else a story is supposed to have. This is my original story so... as the saying goes "if you have nothing nice to say, don't say anything at all".

Qi Cunxin was only a fire-tending maid in the Eastern Ling residence. Day after day, she crouched by the smoky stove, her face and hands covered in ash. Life was dull, money was always tight, and the little copper coins she earned never seemed enough. To survive, she secretly worked outside, washing clothes for courtesans at the pleasure house. It was exhausting work, but it gave her a few extra coins to hide away. Then one day, her life changed. In the back courtyard of the flower house, she saw him. A beautiful young man locked in an iron cage. His face was pale, his breath weak, his life hanging by a thread. The madam who had bought him already despised him, calling him useless and a waste of money. Qi Cunxin was sitting on a stool, scrubbing clothes. When she lifted her head, her eyes met his. His gaze was so bright and beautiful that she forgot to breathe. That day, she emptied the little silver she had saved for so long. She bought him, and carried him back to the residence. From then on, he became hers. He was quiet, gentle, always following her like a shadow. He smiled sweetly, clung to her with every step, and looked at her as though she was his entire world. More than that, he was impossibly handsome. Qi Cunxin swore that one day, when she was free, she would marry him. But she never guessed the truth. Xie Miao once thought the most exciting thing in life was watching people's final struggles before death, or stepping on them with power. Until he met her. For the first time, he wanted to pretend: to act pure and flawless, like snow in spring or willows in the wind. At first, it was just a game: to toy with her innocent heart. Yet in the end, the one who was captured... was him. --- ML: Cold and ruthless in public, but in private a spoiled, clingy and obedient. (Obsessed and possessive) FL: Kind and adorable.

"You know what? Not just your mother, but even your father, brother and sister-in-law, all are disgusting! They are nothing but monsters in the disguise of humans! No matter how much rich poor people get it cannot change their class! They are low-" a tight blow on her cheek stopped her from uttering more disgraceful words from her mouth. Getting out of the shock of the slap on her face she thought, What did I do? How can I utter such words from my mouth! "I told you never... Never insult my parents, didn't I? You lost the respect I had for you!"

She was his according to shari'ah and law. His wife. His to touch, own and do whatever he wanted to. She was helpless and had nowhere to turn to. He wanted to punish her so badly for all that he suffered because of her and her mother. This was not how he thought he would start his married life and particularly his wedding night. He was standing right in front of her with a distance of a couple of steps. She could very well see the shameless and lustful stare of her husband, she was trying to cover herself with her soaking wet Dupatta that was sticking to her body. He took a step forward she took two backwards. "What are you doing" she asked him nervously. "What I should have done earlier" he replied. A tale of two women, Zarghoona trying to overcome the pain of the past and Anissa trying to control her fear of the future.

Now available as Audiobook on Audible India. On the field, Shaurya Gupta is a star batsman for the Indian cricket team. Off the field, he is rash and reckless. A gold mine for the paparazzi and trolls. When he is disqualified from playing a series because of his misdemeanour, his agent decides to use this opportunity to fix his image. That's when Dhvani Mishra enters or re-enters his life. As they begin working together, memories of their past become harder and harder to look beyond. A lot has changed in their lives in the past seven years. They insist that they have moved on, but have they really? Can Shaurya and Dhvani ever forgive each other for the pain they put each other through? Will Shaurya ever learn of the things he has been missing on for the past seven years. Will they be able to move past the failure of their marriage? Will they be able to give each other a second chance?

Flashback to the 1950s. Veronica became pregnant by up-and-coming lawyer Paul. He did the right thing and married her. However, his plans weren't revolving around forever, and Veronica overheard him talking to his former? current? girlfriend. That's when Veronica started making her own plans.

WARNING!!! MATURE content for 18 years old and above!!! If you're an INNOCENT or NOT AN OPEN-MINDED reader, please refrain from reading this story! What if you forgot everything that all you could do is to depend on someone who's claiming to be your husband? Angelique 'Angela' Novell woke up one day and her memories were gone. Hunter introduced himself as her husband and even showed her a copy of their marriage certificate. At first, she was doubtful about him but she couldn't help but to trust him as he appeared to be a loving and caring husband. But what if all their happy moments were just a product of deception and lies? Just a fake paradise.... Cover by: findinghumanity

Christine thought everything in her life was already in place. She's happy with everything that she achieved. Everything was perfect. She thought, it would remain that way until she needed to go back home. Then, that unavoidable fateful reunion happened, and her first love decided to barge into her quiet life again. According to the saying, "Love is sweeter the second time around" but what if you don't believe in second chances anymore? Will love enough for her to face her fears and doubts and gamble for another chance in love?

1 in #India 12 in #arrangedmarriage "You're mine, Jeea. Don't ever forget that." His voice is a siren, enchanting me, making me dizzy with the need to be close to him. "I know, Mr. Rathore. And you're mine." I peck his lips and he squeezes my neck in return. I can still feel the embers of his angry, lying just below the surface of his skin. "Always, jaan. It's a pleasure to be yours." His lips meet mine in a slow kiss which quickly turns into something passionate, neither of us willing to back down. I take his anger that he drowns into this kiss and show him my love in return. * Jeea Mehta has always lived in the shadow of her perfect older sister. But when a twist of fate forces her to marry Dhruv Singh Rathore-a wealthy, enigmatic man who was once promised to her sister-Jeea finds herself caught in a marriage she never wanted and a life she doesn't understand. But Dhruv is not an easy man to please. He's distant, ruthless, and heartbreakingly unattainable. And yet, beneath his icy exterior, Jeea glimpses something more-something that makes her heart betray her at every turn. As hidden truths unravel and undeniable chemistry ignites, Jeea finds herself caught in a dangerous game of love and resentment. Because while she was never meant to be his bride... she might just become something even more unexpected-his weakness. #1 in chicklit #1 in forcedrelationship

Title: I Transmigrated as the Villainous Mother-in-Law and Slapped My Sons Awake Synopsis: Jiang Wanning transmigrated into a novel, straight into the role of the infamous villainous mother-in-law. In the book, she was the scumbag male lead's mother, the wicked mother-in-law of a noble family who helps a so-called 'white lotus' concubine torment the true heroine and ruined her own family's reputation. ...Not on her watch. Rolling up her sleeves, Jiang Wanning decided to do what readers could only dream of... slap sense into her sons. When her eldest wanted to marry that white-lotus concubine -Slap! The eldest son froze. "Mother... you hit me?!" Jiang Wanning: "You favor your concubine and destroy your wife? I'll slap you awake!" When her second left his pregnant wife to save a junior sister-Slap! The second son gaped. "Mother?!" Jiang Wanning: "Who told you to play hero when your wife is at home? I'll slap you awake!" When her youngest proudly introduced his battlefield savior-Slap! The youngest son was dumbfounded. "Mother?!" Jiang Wanning: "Even a savior can be mistaken. You're blind! I'll slap you awake!" ----- By the time the Marquis found himself holding a divorce letter in the dead of night, he was completely baffled. "I have no concubines, no junior sisters, and no saviors... Then why is Madam still divorcing me?!"