Rabya was unwillingly tied up in a knot of marriage with the only son of a big Zamindar; Adhrit Singh Chauhan. She once had a happy life, trying to achieve her dreams in the metropolitan city by striving to become independent so that she can financially support her family. But then, her one mistake and she was forced to marry Adhrit who's a decade older than her and lives in that regressive part of a small town in Uttar Pradesh where girls are not even allowed to step out of their house. Will Adhrit ever be able to be loved by his wife? Or will she always remain his unwilling bride?

Asher Humphrey booked a babysitter on Friday night so he could hang out with his friends after their hockey game. When the sitter backs out last minute, Cole Becker, one of his teammates manages to convince his sister to take the job of babysitting a toddler for a few hours. Riley Becker has deadlines to meet and though she accepts babysitting Asher's three year old son, it's only on one condition and for her, it's not about money. #1 in books #1 in collegestories #3 in single parent

Book 2 of the ENCORE series Eman Hashim is supposed to be married to her aunt's son to pay off her father's debts. For the past year, she has been hiding her unhappiness from everyone around her. It is easy. People are used to thinking she's fine because of how cheerful she always is. She lets them believe that everything is okay with her. Even her best friend. But then her engagement is fixed and she finds the truth about her husband-to-be. Tariq Faled isn't interested in marriage yet. No woman has appealed to him, intrigued him enough. Except for one. But she's getting engaged. He doesn't know what to do so he turns to his Lord. Eman is the only woman who's made him want to settle down, to finally begin a family. But now she's out of reach. Love is complicated. But faith is equally easy. When one door closes, another opens itself. Strong on their Deen and with complete faith in their Lord, Eman, and Tariq turn to the Almighty in their time of need. A vow of love. A test of faith. Will they get what they want? Or will life break them before Allah SWT can help them? Disclaimer: This is NOT an Islamic book. It is a romance book. Do NOT expect perfection in the characters or the story. The imperfections are intentional on the author's part. Before commenting, stop, reflect, and respectfully reach out<3

HIGHSCHOOL ROMANCE AAYANSH AGARWAL X ARUSHI SHARMA "Promise me that you will not call me a shortie." I say showing him my pinkie finger. "Not so sure darling."He says grinning. "What promise me!" I say nudging him with my pinkie finger. "Naah,I like our height difference"He says again.He's so stubborn. "Oh you do? But you are not allowed to call me shortie,Nemesis" I exclaim,putting a little more force on Nemesis. "Seal the promise,come on." I say with a pouty expression. "What if i don't want this finger." He says motioning towards my pinkie finger."What if,I want this finger."He says motioning towards my Ring finger. . . DON'T WANNA SPOIL SO GO ON! . . . SO LILIES ENJOY!

↬Shut the fuck up and lick my pussy like a good boy. - Kaira Singhania ↬Dining table is for eating dinner, but I'd rather eat you there. - Kaira Singhania He is the shining to my darkness making it more glamorous. - Kaira Singhania She is the shine to my gold because without shine this gold is nothing. - Vidyut Oberoi •❤︎• ➽Car girl x Biker guy ➽Reverse Grumpy x sunshine ➽Dominating FML ➽Cold x golden retriever ➽Bossy female lead ➽Ceo x personal assistant ➽Office romance ➽Smut ➽Mafia ➽Secret identity ➽Trauma ➽Billionaire __________ A dark romance by @Delusionissolulu Status - Ongoing ___________ All the images I used are from Pinterest © All Rights Reserved

"Ahhh, leave me...I am sorry...please" A girl was begging and dragging by a very muscular man, was crying but the man was very deaf to hear her pleadings. He brought her to his room and threw her on the bed. He threw her ghungroo on the floor. "You want to dance, right? Then dance as much as you want but only in front of me, but next time you won't dance outside to this room, this is not your fucking brothel and you're just my prostitute so you are here only to entertain me." ************ "You wanted to become my wife, right? So, let's make you mine...." In a very dark room a girl was whimpering in a corner. She was too scared to look up but the man who was in front of her was not in the mood to show mercy on her. ************ "I can't marry you...and you can't force me to-" Before she could complete her sentence a very rough lips met to hers and shut her up. "You have to become my wife, Dhani! Because you caught my attention, beautiful" ************** The Sherawat brothers, the very powerful men in the business world and the black world. They belong to a very royal and famous family. This family has some strict rules which are followed by each and every family member. But are the new members able to follow their rules or not? 𝘿𝙞𝙨𝙘𝙡𝙖𝙞𝙢𝙚𝙧:- 𝙏𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙨𝙩𝙤𝙧𝙮 𝙞𝙣𝙘𝙡𝙪𝙙𝙚𝙨 𝙝𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙡𝙮 𝙢𝙖𝙩𝙪𝙧𝙚 𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙣𝙩 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙥𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙚 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨 𝙗𝙚𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙩𝙤𝙧𝙮.

"𝙏𝙤𝙪𝙘𝙝 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧𝙨𝙚𝙡𝙛, 𝙜𝙞𝙧𝙡. 𝙄 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙣𝙖 𝙨𝙚𝙚 𝙞𝙩" Mr Jeon's word lingered on my skin and ignited me. The feeling that comes when you know the risks, when you know one move and everything would go downhill, yet you're ready to risk it all. Ready to surrender to those forbidden desires. Choi y/n, a warm hearted girl who shines brighter than the sun and could take you out of your darkness with one smile of hers. Never experienced those infamous butterflies for any guy but when one day, after rejecting almost every other guy of her college campus for annual dance she accidentally rejected her new biology professor. Tall, dark and handsome, these adjectives were nothing when it came to Jeon Jungkook's aesthetic. An ex-Harvard professor came back to his land with a cause that was good to be hidden behind his grumpy aura. He was a control freak but when his world collided with his one particular student, he found himself slipping out of his own control game. And then started the real game, sneaky gazes, little touches, forbidden desires. Will they be able to resist each other or give in to their forbidden desires? NO TRANSLATION ARE PERMITTED FOR THIS BOOK!

Romance writer Lacie Lilavati, and Ryland Zahir, a standout high school junior in both basketball and academics, have been in a long-standing feud that dates back to their middle school days. Lacie despises Ryland who began his playboy streak by breaking her best friend's heart. And Ryland cannot stand Lacie's stuck-up, holier-than-thou attitude. Their personalities are starkly different. Lacie is prim, put-together, and introverted, while Ryland is outgoing and the life of the party. However, despite their mutual antipathy and glaring differences, they are both going to require each other's help. Lacie's grades are in freefall due to her habit of daydreaming. For all her writing talent she struggles with other subjects in school due to her creative mind. Meanwhile, Ryland has just been rejected by his crush, Briar Westbrook who doesn't believe he is capable of committing to a real relationship or being romantic. Her assumption is not unfounded, because for all Ryland's sexual prowess, his romantic and relationship experience is virtually none. Lacie and Ryland end up striking up a deal: Ryland will tutor Lacie in her problem subjects, and she will give him lessons in romance while also posing as his fake girlfriend. But as they embark on their fake relationship, they discover very real facets of each other they never knew lay beyond the surface. Including the fact, that they both harbor pain from their past that affects the way they view life and love. As the two spend more time together, Lacie begins questioning her long-standing hatred for Ryland, and Ryland in his pursuit to learn romance for one girl, finds himself falling for the very one guiding him in the matters of heart. How To Get The Girl is a heartwarming story with themes and messages of looking beyond the surface, moving on from the pain of the past, and the cathartic power of opening up your heart. Copyright 2023

He lit his cigarette, I lit nothing. He drank alcohol, I drank water. He smirked, I smiled. He didn't love me, I didn't love him. He and I together wouldn't last a day. And then the game started... He said he found me intriguing, unique, and interesting because I didn't swoon over him. "You and me Grey, let's play a game. We'll date and in three months time I promise you will fall for me. When you fall in love with me between that time span, I win. If in any way you were to win I'll give up all the alcohol, cigarettes, and player ways." It was a game I wasn't willing to lose, but all games had accidents and consequences. It takes a broken heart to know how to break a heart.

The Siren. That's what the underworld calls me. I lure the demons dressed as men and kill them to serve justice for the innocents. Never have I failed against a man or two. The only motto I followed in my life is.... "Never wrong the innocent." But the man who watches me, seems to be an exception. He never leaves my shadow, nor does he show me his face. He just watches me, through my windows, through the cameras, through the darkness, through my soul and beyond my masquerade of innocence. He knows my truth, and he is using it to his very own advantages. I should be scared, but I am not. He enthrals me. Maybe because my own husband of convenience doesn't feel mine anymore? Perhaps it's because his political life keeps him so busy that he can't fulfil my 'needs'? Perhaps that's why the idea of my stalker gives me a forbidden thrill, like an electric shock to my core. The same stalker who is my personal bodyguard? Even being the brightest star of the glamorous world, I don't feel truly wanted. I want to be touched and desired. My body is craving attention and the only person who seems to understand that is the bodyguard who is meant to protect me, the one who stalks me. He wants to have me in his own twisted ways and the forbidden deed fills me with a weird thrill of what will happen if I sign the offered contract of my complete submission to his malicious intent ? He's no gentleman. I don't know whether to kill him or kiss him. But he knows what he wants, and that's me. The psychopath will stop at nothing to make me his. This all seems to be fun and games until I find out his reality-He who is the devil in disguise. And I am sanguine to one truth, I will serve the revenge. Despite the whirlwind of flowers blooming inside of my heart-I will have his blood adorned on the very same petals.