Chaos Period: Attendance Low, Problems High Arnav came to his new school with one goal: Stay invisible. No fights. No drama. No chaos. That plan lasted exactly one day. Because on his first day- he accidentally slapped a senior. Now he's stuck with the worst possible group: A fight-loving hype machine, A walking panic attack, A guy who's always ten steps ahead, And someone who sees patterns in everything. Rumors are spreading. Videos are everywhere. And the "quiet new student"? Yeah... that's not him anymore. Because in St. Jude's High- Chaos doesn't wait. It picks you.

"The Mob Boss and His Sister's Best Friend" Riley Owens, the innocent, and beautiful girl who had always been smart and caring. She has always had a great life especially when she had met her bestfriend from elementary school, Amara Christiano. Amara was always there for her and told her everything, except one secret she vowed to always keep-her brother. Stephano Christiano, the man Amara has been running away from, has returned for revenge. In hopes for killing the girl he despises most, he is struck by the waitress beauty-Riley, causing all his plans to suddenly turn. • "Don't lie to me, Baby. I know things- things that will f*ck up that little, innocent mind you have," He calmly spoke, although it only masked the anger he truly felt. "I-I'm not, I promise!" She pleaded out, hoping he caught the desperation in her voice. His hand reached up and wiped a tear from her eye she didn't know had fell. "Strip." Cliché? I think not. - ➳ AVAILABLE ON DREAME ➳ Sexual Content ➳ Graphic Violence ➳ Bad use of language #3 in romance ❧ 8/13/17 This book is in English, sorry if it confused anyone.

A 1900 era bl...... As you read the title, "Umr Se Pehle" this story is based on how a child have to grow up before his age........ drive into the story to know more......

It's a love story between a bava and his mardhal... a bond that was never supposed to cross the line, yet always hovered close to it. Jahnavi Rao - Rudra's mardhal. Twenty-three, sharp, soft-hearted, studying MBA in Hyderabad. She's loved him for as long as she can remember.... quietly, hopelessly, endlessly. Rudra Pratap Reddy - her bava. Twenty-eight, the village president, an MBA graduate, and the owner of a powerful company in Hyderabad. To him, Jahnavi was always a responsibility... until one day, she became something more. When did Rudra realise his love for the girl he swore to protect? How many storms will they face to stay together? And how far will they go for a love that was written long before they understood it? Let their story begin... 💗💫✨

She was the bride and then she become a wife . The perfect life, the perfect family, the perfect wedding, the perfect partner. But things changed and she became the widow the very next moment in the same place she became a wife, a bride. She is cursed, she is widow. Nobody will take her or????? All copyright reserve to me. so dont think of copying my work. story contain mature themes. # 1 in REPLACED ON -12/09/25 #4 IN SOUTH INDIAN ON -12/09/25 # 17 IN SECOND MARRIAGE ON -12/09/25

Aksh, the beloved son of Mumbai's famous wealthy Verma family, is only 17 years old. What happens when Bhairav Pratap Rathod, a mafia boss from Rajasthan, sees him and becomes infatuated with him? The Verma family arranges Aksh's marriage with Bhairav. The uproar occurs when the boy, Aksh, flees to America to avoid marriage. Bhairav catches him. Aksh: I don't want to marry you!!!!!!...... (Tears were streaming down Aksha's fair cheeks. He spoke while taking a step back.) Bhairav: It doesn't matter to me. You're mine, and I'll soon make you mine. (The broad-chested man snapped his fingers.) "Let go of me." Before Aksh could retreat, he lifted the little boy into his arms. मुंबई के मशहूर धनी परिवार वर्मा परिवार का लाडला बेटा अक्ष जो सिर्फ 17 साल का है। क्या होगा जब राजस्थान के माफिया सरगना भैरव प्रताप राठौड़ उसे देख ले ओर उसके प्रति आसक्त हो जाए। वर्मा परिवार अक्ष रिश्ता भैरव से तय कर देते हैं। हंगामा तब हुआ जब लड़का अक्ष शादी से बचने के लिए अमेरिका भाग जाए। ओर भैरव उसे पकड़ लेता है। अक्ष: मुझे तुम से शादी नहीं करनी!!!!!!.......(अक्ष के गोरे गालों से आसू टपक रहे थे। वह कदम पीछे हटने हुए बोल रहा था। ) भैरव : मुझे कोई फर्क नहीं पड़ता। तुम सिर्फ मेरे हो, बहुत जल्द में तुम्हे अपना बना लूग

hi........ This isn't just a single story. I'll be posting a different short story once a month. (Different story different name different character different genre) The stories could be BL, GL, straight, or even outside the romance genre. The themes will be intense and heavy (very heavy and raw) so I suggest thinking twice before reading. Since each story is different, I won't be able to give specific warnings in advance. Every story will have a unique ending some happy, some dark but I promise you'll love them. Enjoy✨

"What are you?" the older man questioned, his voice a chilling blend of authority and amusement, like a knife wrapped in silk. "Your wife," I replied softly, my tone laced with the submission he seemed to crave. "No," he murmured, his lips brushing mine, the words a dark caress that sent shivers through me. "You are my doll, milaya." He towered over me, his intimidating presence both suffocating and intoxicating. The nickname, spoken in that deep, accented voice, wrapped around me like a chain I couldn't help but love. "You are the only woman who is allowed to warm my bed at night," he said, his voice a dark melody, smooth but unnerving. "The only woman who's allowed to step into my office and bend over my desk, waiting for me to come home so I can fuck you." A cold, low chuckle rumbled from his chest, the sound as sinister as it was intoxicating, sending shivers down my spine. ♡ Dimitri Mikhailov, the russian mobster. His presence filled the room like a storm. He didn't have to move or speak to dominate the room. Broad-shouldered and imposing, his scarred face told a thousand stories that he'd never waste words on. He was my husband and I was his precious doll.

In the quiet village where tradition binds and secrets fester, Veda, a sweet and innocent girl, is bound by a twisted fate. Raised under the protection of Mahesh, her powerful and dangerous cross-cousin, she has always felt the weight of his cold, possessive gaze. But Mahesh, a ruthless man with a thirst for power and blood, harbors a darker obsession-one that pulls him toward Veda with an intensity he cannot control. Despite her innocence, Veda is drawn to him, caught between the fear of his cruelty and a twisted desire she can't escape. To Mahesh, Veda is more than family; she is an object of obsession, and he will stop at nothing to claim her-body, soul, and blood. His love is warped by violence and control, and he longs to see her broken, both emotionally and physically. His fantasies are consumed with images of her surrendering to him, naked and drenched in the crimson of passion and blood. As their lives collide in a dangerous dance of desire and dread, Veda is trapped in the storm of his love-a love that will either consume them both or tear their world apart. Will Veda succumb to his twisted obsession, or can she break free from the darkness that threatens to swallow her whole? In a world where love and hate blur, will there be salvation or destruction? In the grip of obsession, can innocence survive "You can run, but you'll never escape me. Your body, your heart-they're already mine." "I dream of the dark, but I'm afraid to live in it."

# Top1 in India ( 06/01/2026) # Top2 in India (05/01/2026 ) # Top7 in India (11,12/01/2026) # Top8 in India (11/01/2026) This is a short village story from 1980's era.. 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭. 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐤 (𝟏𝟖+) When twenty-year-old Gauri, a naive and soft-spoken village girl, suddenly found herself tied in marriage to Madhav, a twenty-five-year-old shy and gentle man who spent most his days from morning to evening working in the fields, neither of them knew where or how to begin. They were two inexperienced souls, bound by a relationship they didn't fully understand. Gauri had never imagined what kind of husband she wanted, nor had she ever dreamed of love the way stories described it. And Madhav? He was far too absorbed in his farm and his duty toward his widowed mother to think about marriage or women. His life began and ended with the soil beneath his feet and the responsibilities on his shoulders. Two strangers, unaware of love's language, now share the same roof. But destiny had other plans because somewhere in Madhav's past still lived a woman. The woman who once dreamed of a future with him. And when fate decides to bring that past back into his present,will time heal what love could not or will the past come knocking on the door of their fragile new beginning?