After transmigrating into a historical novel, Wen Mian expected at least a decent role. Instead, she became a low-ranking palace maid. Other maids read their masters' expressions and survive through clever schemes. Wen Mian, however, only stares back blankly. [Why are you looking at me? I didn't do anything.] Fine. If she couldn't play palace politics, she would simply endure her years of service and leave the palace at twenty-five. That was the plan. Until the emperor suddenly chose her to be his personal maid. Serving the emperor is like serving a tiger. On her very first day, Wen Mian had already begun composing the epitaph on her future grave. *** Emperor Zhaoyan has a secret. Since ascending the throne, he has been able to hear the thoughts of everyone around him. Ministers plotting rebellion. Consorts smiling while hiding daggers. Endless schemes echo through his mind every day, making the Forbidden City colder than ever. During a harem interrogation, he prepares to expose the guilty- Until a different voice suddenly appears in his mind. [Why are you still looking at me? Never mind... I'm hungry.] [I want red bean milk rolls... roast duck... roast goose...] Emperor Zhaoyan: ... In the cold palace, this one girl's chaotic thoughts become the only warmth he hears. And this time, he refuses to let her go. *** (Mini Theater) Wen Mian expressionlessly pulls her hand out from beneath the apricot-yellow silk quilt. Her hand is... wet. Emperor Zhaoyan's voice turns hoarse. "Since things have come this far, you belong to me now. You cannot leave the palace. My beloved, stay here with me. I will never mistreat you." Wen Mian glares at him. "Your Majesty... are you trying to steal someone's future wife?"

Sometimes, love just can't conquer all. Five years ago, Lillian and Carlos broke up-not because love disappeared, but because trust failed them when it mattered most. Now, years later, they stand in the same world as different people... carrying the same unresolved past they both pretend no longer matters. But some endings don't stay buried. And some people don't stop feeling like home, no matter how far they run from each other. This time, they will try again. This time, it has to work. (Book 2 of Reborn In The Hands Of Mr. Billionaire.) Book one link: https://www.wattpad.com/story/401556172?utm_source=android&utm_medium=link&utm_content=share_writing&wp_page=create&wp_uname=babyfaceIsaa Author's note: Please read Book 1 first 🤧😌

~•~•~•~••~•~•~•~•~•~••~•~•~•~•~•~• 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. ~•~•~•~••~•~•~•~•~•~••~•~•~•~•~•~•

18+🔞 Village head x Collector Power x law Married at twenty-two in an arranged union, Adhira Rao had a life mapped out for duty and discipline. Encouraged by her husband, she pursued her dreams and became the youngest IAS officer in her cadre at twenty-four. Mahavir Rathod - Jamendar of the village, ruthless in business, feared by rivals, commanding in the outside world - built an empire, but inside his home, he built a sanctuary for his wife. Outside the door, they are worlds apart: Adhira with her laws, Mahavir with his power. Inside, the world disappears. They are obsessive, passionate, and utterly devoted to each other. Every touch, every glance, every heated moment belongs to them and them alone. In a village where loyalty is currency, power rules, and every outside gaze judges them, Adhira and Mahavir live by one law - whatever happens outside, stays outside. Because behind closed doors, they are not just husband and wife. They are fire and desire, obsession and love, unbreakable and untouchable. strictly 18+ if you feel uncomfortable then feel free to leave

Her eyes widened when she saw him, she asked out, '' What are you doing here sir? Please go, my husband will reach home soon '', her chin dropped. He stated, lifting her jaw until---their eyes met,'' Do you think your so called husband can do anything to me Sunspark ? '' She interrogated, removing his fingers from her chin,'' Why are you here?---Just leave my house ''. He smirked, his eyes burning with lust and something she couldn't name----, ''You already know why I am here. If you don't want everyone to listen your moans then go to your bed, I want you on your hands and knees or else I'll make you scream like whore infront of your in laws '', she stepped back, her eyes sparkled with fear. '' No, please, I'll not do it '' , she mutters, her chest heaves with courage. '' Do you want your childrens to listen their mother's sweet moans sunspark? '' he smirked in a dangerous way, her heartbeats raises in fear and anguish. At last, She reached near the bed, she got on her all fours. ✿⁠ She's married , has a husband even two kids.She's a science teacher at a government school. ⁠ He's a politician, he's unmarried, he thinks woman fall for his physique and money, which is almost true. When her school organised an annual function, he was invited to their school as the chief guest. when he saw her, he instantly fell for her, he tried to claim her. He kidnapped her daughter so that he can make her his. She tried to rescue her daughter but ended up being trapped by him. Is he genuinely interested in her? or does he wants to exert control ? How will her husband react when he gets to know them ? Or is there are some other mysteries on the path? To know about it kindly read the story.

She was his wife on paper for three years, but his heart always belonged to his girlfriend. They were in love for 15+ years.. Childhood sweethearts, then lovers. Each other's firsts. Each other's forever. Kiyara was the only love of his life. But one cruel incident. Forced him to marry someone else. Shattering three heart into pieces. **** This is there story. The people who loved. And paid the price for it. 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑶𝑻𝑯𝑬𝑹 𝑾𝑶𝑴𝑨𝑵 A story no one dares to tell. Story of three people. Kiyara Raghav Natasha

Katha was only 25 when she chose her daughter over her husband. Vedant wanted a son. When Vedika was born, he withdrew-never holding her, never celebrating her, never seeing her as more than a burden. So Katha did what generations of women were told not to- she divorced him. She left. She walked away from silence, from a loveless marriage, and from a house that never saw her daughter. She returned home to Kashi, hoping to rebuild something soft, safe, and loving for Vedika. What she didn't expect... was Rudraksh Thakur. Her first love. Her ex boyfriend. The boy who broke her. Now a man who won't stop fighting to earn her back. Where Vedant failed, Rudraksh rises. As a father to Vedika. As a lover to Katha. Because no matter what time took from him-she was always his. But after everything.. he did to her in the past... Will Katha be able to give him a second chance? Will Katha let herself be loved again-by the man who once shattered her? **** "Rudraksh... I have a daughter..." Katha whispered against his lips. His hand slid to her bare waist beneath the saree, pulling her closer, his lips brushing against her neck. Slowly, he began to kiss her there. She gasped, but he didn't stop. "No, Katha..." he murmured, voice low and certain. "Vedika is our daughter." Tropes: • Single Mother x First love • Second Chances • Obsessive but Soft Hero • Small Town / Kashi Romance • Old school Romance

Amid the chaos of her wedding, Janki finally finds a moment of peace only to be confronted by a letter that shatters her world. Veer, the man she was supposed to marry, confesses he doesn't love her and can't go through with the wedding. Alone in her room, Janki's carefully built strength crumbles, her rebellious spirit meeting the harshest betrayal. Outside, the celebrations go on, oblivious to the heartbreak within. In that silent, devastating moment, the bride must face the ultimate question: who will she be now, with the hero gone?

FANTASY ROMANCE People say Anantgadh is a cursed kingdom. A place where white marble palaces hide dangerous secrets... and Devraath brides lose themselves behind royal veils. Saranya entered Anantgadh as a guest. She stayed as the wife of Rajveer Singh Devraath. The future king. The most feared man in the kingdom. Cold. Possessive. Untouchable. A man who never asks twice. Inside Devraath Mahal, Saranya slowly learns the rules of being his wife. wear his sindoor, carry his name, obey his commands, and never forget who she belongs to. Because Rajveer does not love softly. He loves with ownership. And the moment he touched sindoor to her forehead... Saranya stopped belonging to herself. In Anantgadh, power wears a crown. But obsession wears the name... Rajveer Singh Devraath.

Book III of The Same Stranger Trilogy . Please read the warning note before proceeding further. Contains explicit graphic sexual content Strictly 🔞 The final storm, the obsession you won't escape. BLURB :- "Come closer," he growled, eyes flaring feral. She closed the distance. Feet brushing. Warm breath mixing with his. "Did you fill the form?" he asked lowly. "No," she said, tone hot and defiant. He nodded once. Twice. Jaw ticking. "How are you learning the basics? Is Karan helping fine?" Dhruvi sighed, fingernails catching the light, eyes bored. "Not paying attention," she scoffed, dark amusement in her voice. His jaw ticked, eyes dark and heavy. He towered over her, straightening, glowering, yanking her hand and pressing her body against the table. Papers crumpled, sheets flew, the pen stand clattered to the floor. The cold table dug into her stomach; she hissed. Her breasts pressed together, lifting from the neckline, dupatta slipping from trembling shoulders-exposed, helpless. Adhrit leaned down, pressing his full weight into her back. Warm breath tickled her ear. "Oh yeah?" he growled, husky. "but paying enough attention in flirting with my manager, are we?" His hips jerked forward, clothed erection pressing hard against her. Possession. Control. Obsession. All consuming the moment.