[WARNING - EXPLICIT CONTENT] I pulled my elbow from his death grip. "You're ashamed of me. Admit it. You hate the idea of been seen with me." I shot venomous accusations his way. He didn't look at me. I'd rejected his kiss, pushed him away from and in return he'd turned cold and cruel, again. He'd shown nothing but hatred for me in public yet held me with aching tenderness when it was just us. I was sick of his games. He needed to decide whether he wanted me or not. "You parade new girls daily in front of my eyes," a sob escaped my throat. "And don't even deny you don't occasionally screw Charlotte behind my back." His ice blue eyes pierced my soul with his sharp gaze. He was teetering on the verge of lashing out on me. "How would you feel if I did the same to you, huh?" I pushed at his stiff chest. "Had several boyfriends, invited them to our home." His eyes cut to me, and a look darker than I've ever seen clouded his features I gestured to our grandiose home bought by his dizzying wealth. "And parade them right in front--" Before I knew it, I was face down and nearly suffocated by the soft material of our couch, I barely noticed my skirt pushed upwards and panties shoved aside. "You're my goddamn wife, Astoria. I will not tolerate your defiance." The sound of his belt loosening, zipper lowering, he entered me violently taking my breath with him. "Yet everyone thinks I'm still your charity case because you won't claim me." "You want to be claimed? Fine. But I am warning you, this lifestyle you're so accustomed to will be gone. I will be dirt poor and your family will be fired." "Then divorce and set me free. I am done being your dirty secret." Axel Trent, the spoiled prince always got whatever he wished for, and I was one of the thing he had wished to possess. Our fate were meant to collide in the cruelest way possible. It left me shattered. THIS IS A TOXIC ROMANCE BOOK. DON'T EXPECT HEART AND FLOWERS cover by IvvyKy

~ AVAILABLE ON AMAZON: https://www.amazon.com/dp/164434193X ~ She hated riding the subway. It was cramped, smelled, and the seats were extremely uncomfortable to sit on for hours on end. Now add a group of crazy mask-wearing, weapon-wielding, maniacs to the ever growing list of reasons why Gemma hated riding the subway. Gemma Conners is your average eighteen year old and for the past two years she's been riding the subway to and from school with no problem. She always expected the same ol' same ol'. Cramped spaces, hard seats, and perverts staring her up and down and "accidentally" bumping into her and blaming it on the train as it jostled people into one another. Never did she expect a group of masked men to rush in and hold everyone onboard hostage, demanding that they all play along with their sick and twisted idea of a "game". It was either that or die. To add on to her ever growing list of problems, one of the passengers onboard just so happens to be Archer Daniels, your typical high school "heartthrob" and Gemma's classmate. Her day just kept getting better and better. With Gemma's luck, she'd be lucky if she lasted five minutes. Yep. She really hated the subway. *Book Cover Credit: Irah Marie* Thanks again for making such an AMAZING cover!❤️

"Zavyar Shah, do you accept Mehrunisa in your Nikkah?" Rumaysa struggled to breathe, her world spinning as she listened. Zavyar took a deep breath, his eyes locking on Mehrunisa, who stood motionless, as if turned to stone. He understood the weight of this moment for her, knowing how difficult it was. He cast a final glance towards the door where Rumaysa stood, feeling his heart tighten. With a heavy heart, he closed his eyes, tears falling freely. "Qabool hai." The world shattered for Rumaysa. She took a step back, her heart breaking. "Qabool hai." She stepped back further, unable to bear the pain. "Qabool hai." Her world stopped. She turned and walked away, leaving Zavyar's world in ruins. Rumaysa was Zavyar's happiness, his dream, and now she was sacrificed. He took Mehrunisa's hand, his own heart shattered. "Let's go home," he said, though Mehrunisa's tears fell silently. He glanced back, seeing that Rumaysa was gone. Mehrunisa saw the sorrow she had inadvertently caused, wishing she could undo that night which had torn two souls apart. Rumaysa, a journalist from a wealthy family, had to leave because Zavyar was no longer hers. Her best friend married her lover, and the betrayal was something she could never forgive. Zavyar, the eldest son of Mustafa Shah, bore the weight of responsibility. Marrying Mehrunisa was a duty he had to fulfill. He had once planned to marry Rumaysa, but now everything was irrevocably changed. If Mehrunisa could change one thing, it would be that night-she would undo the separation of two lovers and the betrayal of her promise to Hassan. Zavyar faced Mehrunisa with a resigned look. "I can never love you, and you can never love me, Mehrunisa. You will have everything you wanted as a wife-recognition, name, and status." Mehrunisa, lost in her own trance, barely heard him. The pain she saw in Rumaysa's eyes haunted her. She couldn't imagine anyone but Hassan and felt she had betrayed both Rumaysa and Hassan.

"I'm taking another wife." Mehmal's heart shattere. Zaryab insisted that he still loved her and that he would treat them both equally. However, Mehmal was adamant: "I don't want this," she replied. Zaryab, holding both of her hands, insisted that he would still go through with it, leading Mehmal to make a heartbreaking ultimatum: "Then divorce me. Either me or her." Zaryab tried to reassure her by saying that having a co-wife would help her, but Mehmal remained firm in her stance. This left Zaryab torn, as he was also deeply in love with Anaya, his colleague and childhood crush. Despite his love for Mehmal, he couldn't bear to lose Anaya. So, he made the difficult decision to have two wives, though he knew it would be incredibly challenging to keep both women happy. As the drama unfolds, Mehmal finds herself faced with a heart-wrenching choice, while Anaya is determined to win the hearts of both Zaryab and Mehmal and build a peaceful life for everyone. Zaryab is determined to make peace between his two wives, but he's fully aware that his decision is causing deep pain and turmoil. Little did he know that his choice would not only hurt Mehmal but also lead to the destruction of three lives.

"Where were you that night? Where were you?" I clutched his collar as my small fist beated on his chest. The tears spilled my eyes as I felt the raw pain. I look at him with my eyes full of complain and grief for what would have been lost. I wanted yell at this man and shout at him. If he have been present in Pakistan that night and not have gone away. Today I would have been his wife and I would have been because he was the person that I once loved. ◼◼◼◼◻◻◻◻◻◼◼◼◼ Two people joined by the beauty of nikkah. Would they able to grow their heart for each other when one of them has betrayed the other. Would that betrayal be ever forgiven or will they remain tied by a unexpected forced nikkah.

In a world where love is often celebrated as a mutual bond of trust and understanding, there exists a darker side-an obsession so consuming that it disregards the very essence of love itself. Devraj, a man driven by an uncontrollable desire, has fixated on one woman: Indu. To him, she is the embodiment of everything he has ever wanted, and he is willing to go to any lengths to make her his, regardless of the cost to her happiness. Indu, once a spirited and independent young woman, finds herself trapped in a nightmare she never imagined. What began as a seemingly innocent courtship quickly devolved into a suffocating obsession. Devraj's love is not the tender, selfless affection she once dreamed of but a possessive, relentless force that leaves her with no escape. He is determined to marry her, to bind her to him forever, without a second thought for her feelings or desires. In a story where love is twisted into something unrecognizable, Indu must navigate the treacherous path laid before her, seeking a way out of a life she never chose. But with each passing day, the walls close in, and the choice between survival and surrender becomes increasingly blurred.

I've been locked in this mysterious mansion for ten years. Cleaning and following the rules of a Lord whose face I've never seen. Rule 1: Don't walk the halls at night Rule 2: Never leave the property Rule 3: Don't ask about the Lord of the estate Once you leave the mansion, you can't come back. My mother tells me I should be thankful because only crime and death remain outside the gates after the war. But after ten years of cleaning the same halls and reading the same books, after ten years of unanswered questions, my curiosity got the best of me. I snuck out of the mansion and went to the nearby town: a crime that could get me banished. I began asking about the mysterious Lord, and tonight, I will walk the forbidden halls and hope to catch a glimpse of him. This is a 15-chapter sample. The Complete story is on patreon.com/ancientt

I don't know when he laid his eyes on me and since then i became his obsession . sometimes his love makes me feel I am the luckiest person but the next minute his obsession makes me feel I am his priceless possession. He is the son of a powerful politician and the party president , so he also became the powerful leader in a young age ,due to his intelligence as well as cunning nature he took the party to a height that no one could touch and made himself untouchable and powerful. she is bubbly, simple and kind hearted girl .She is apple of her parents eyes and the most precious girl to her brother. she is studying MBA in another city and lives in a hostel. she studies well but not topper and her friends loves her. This is my first story and don't get angry at me

We all have listened to a story in our childhood that a prince and princess, fell in love, got married to each other and lived a happy life thereafter. Looking at his childhood picture that I painted 8 years ago, I realised that how gradually in these past years I got so much involved with him, how deep I fell in love with him. That was the first time I saw him and I knew that he was love of my life. He was that prince who will take me away with him. He is and will always be my first and last love. From 8 years I have dreamt that, Prince Shushantnu Pratap Singh Rajput and I, Mayuri Udaybhan Singh Chauhan, will get married one day and live a happy life. But not always a love story is happy and easy one. Some have painful truths, problems, misunderstandings, hate and much more. I saw this dream coming true when the alliance was fixed but the thing I didn't know was... He was already in love with someone else. Disclaimer: The book is totally based on my imagination, nobody is allowed to post the content or similar to it without my permission or I will report it. No hateful comments and bullying will be done in my comment section, to my readers and Author also. Every religion should be respected of readers and author too, as everybody is equal. If somebody still does it, i will directly block him/her without any warning. Mature Content Ahead!

Never in my life I imagined my whole twenty three years of my life changing with the single "yes" from HIM. I never wanted him to say yes! Hell, I never expected my father to propose for my marriage in the first place, with him.. that too in-front of the whole kingdom... to the King The RATANVEER CHAUHAN. And i have no clue why such a great king and the ruler wants to marry me, I never really knew him. I know nothing about him except his name. Probably it's the same with him, there is no way he could have heard of me let alone hate or.. love! Then Why ME??? And this is my story, the story of the Princess Sanyukta who was pushed into the loveless marriage by her own family. Her journey to unknown empire, his kingdom. Let's learn the difficulties she faced, joy that she enjoyed, Pride that she became and how her life turned upside down along with the people of "their kingdom" through her journey, the never ending saga of wisdom, charisma and love. This book is purely and totally fictional. No bias towards any religion or personality! If you want to dive into my magical world of love and war, peep in ❤️ PS: The pictures are taken from Pinterest and credits will be given to the concerned creator 🙌 And people while commenting please use English yaar🙏🏼😇