"Anyone you excited to finally meet?" she asked. "Harry Potter obviously! Then again, my dad does talk about this other boy a lot and from what I've seen he is gorgeous." I told her smirking. "Who?" she asked leaning on the edge of her seat. "Draco Malfoy." ------------------------------ What happens when Y/n is a little late to the Hogwarts game? Will she befriend Potter or gain the traits of Draco? Not to mention her dad is SEVERUS SNAPE!

Y/N Darkwood lost her parents at a young age and rarely remembers them. She grew up in an orphanage in the Wizard World. The one thing she did know about her parents was that they were great wizards who went to Hogwarts. When she went to Hogwarts she had great friends but she started falling for the bad boy slytherin Draco Malfoy until year 5 when she learned the truth about her past...

Harry and Ginny land in a world where they meet a five year old Harry, they rescue him from the Dursley's and raise him. Harry grows up in a loving family where he get's trained by the master of death himself, Hogwarts is in for a big surprise when young Harry arrives.

Stages of obsession of a Mafia over a simple and cute girl A Butterfly in cage 🦋🦋🦋🦋

All that terrified 23-year-old Ayra were pink notes. Whenever she found one, she ran like hell. This time, her frantic escape led her to the bustling city of Mumbai, where she enrolled at "Dev Scholars University." All she wanted was to spend her life there without getting into any trouble but on the very first day, she found herself thrust into the spotlight. The complete opposite of what she wanted. Oblivious to the danger, Ayra settled into Mumbai, unaware her past was breathing down her neck. Or maybe, she was sleepwalking towards it.

(#1 of 'Thakur brother's series') "The day my eyes completed the journey of his eyes, I forgot all my pain..." ADVIKA SEN In my 22 years of life, I have seen all the sorrows and pains and along with them I have also learned the lessons of life. All these sorrows have been given by my own family. Apart from the pain, they have not even given anything in my life. To save his honour, he would not think even once of getting me married to someone unknown. For them, nothing can come before their reputation, I have always seen the difference between a son and a daughter in my family and to overcome this, I want to become successful in my life. But among all this I lost a piece of my heart for an unknown person, my heart rests on such a person, whom I don't know properly, only for the sake of his eyes, his love and concern for me, the love for which I have been asking since childhood, from unknown to me. After despite knowing him for 1.5 years, I don't know anything about his profession. He didn't share anything about his life. ✿✿✿ Will Advika ever find out the truth about the person she loves and what will she do after finding out? Disclaimer: This story contains extreme sexual intercourse and violence that might triggering. Copyright ©️ 2024

Avantika Aadish Rajawat Aadi, with his fiery nature, adds intensity and excitement to their relationship, igniting a spark in Avni. Avni, like the calming rain, has a soothing effect on Aadi, balancing the dynamics of their connection. Their love is a powerful force, and any threat to their partner triggers a protective instinct that could lead them to extreme measures. In the world of Aadi and Avni, love is not just a sentiment; it's a fierce commitment, and they navigate the storms and fires of life together, emerging stronger each time.

𝓘 𝓯𝓮𝓵𝓵 𝓯𝓸𝓻 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝔀𝓪𝔂 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓼𝓷𝓮𝓪𝓴𝓮𝓭 𝓲𝓷𝓽𝓸 𝓶𝔂 𝓼𝓸𝓾𝓵. 𝓠𝓾𝓲𝓮𝓽𝓵𝔂. 𝓓𝓮𝓮𝓹𝓵𝔂. 𝓑𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓽𝓱𝓽𝓪𝓴𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓵𝔂. _________★★_________ What if the groom-to-be is already married but is clueless about it? Chaos ensues as the truth comes crashing down on the celebration of meaningless beginnings. Destiny plays its masterstroke as he discovers that his wedding planner is really his wife, who would move heaven and earth in order to escape their accidental espousal. Including planning his marriage to her high-school nemesis and hiding their holy bond. Reeva Singhania might be a blessing for every couple out there, turning their big day into an unforgettable celebration, but she hates the very idea of marriage itself. She wasn't ready to be tied to Aditya Roy, she never would be. Aditya Roy, the man whose charms she isn't immune to even after being indifferent to romantic attachments to the other gender. The man who has the devil on his toes in a flick of his fingers and chases his possessions with passion. He has his eyes set on her while she is the stubborn siren who would accept anything except for being his wife. One has skyrocketing standards in terms of marriage, while the other abhors it. Would an alliance based on deception work? Would she ever come out of the clutches of her past to imagine a future with him? Or would this unplanned alliance crumble even before it began? Continue reading to know if love blooms or ugly truths shatter them apart... ___________ A sequel to The Alternative Bride...Can be read as a Standalone romance Thank you so much @noturfavb_ for the beautiful cover.

Silk and Cinders : Series #1 "Did you really think you could walk away?" My back slammed against the wall as he caged me in. "Answer me." I swallowed hard "I-i thought-" "You thought?" His gaze sharpened. "You thought you had a choice?" He stepped closer. Slowly. Deliberately. "Look at me." My gaze lifted, and my breath caught. His eyes-dark, unreadable, locked onto mine, drowning me. "Tell me" he whispered "did this marriage ever fucking matter to you?" I flinched. Silence. For a moment, nothing. No expression. No sound. Just him. Watching. Calculating. Then, his hand snaked around my waist, dragging me into him until my chest crushed against his. My pulse spiked. "You wanted to leave, right?" His fingers trailed up my spine- slow, deliberate, sending shivers down my entire body. They stopped at the back of my neck. With a firm yank, he pulled me even closer, our lips nearly brushing. "This" his knuckles traced my temple, feather-light "-this mind? It doesnt get to think about leaving me." His thumb pressed against the rapid pulse on my throat. "And this?" His voice dropped further, dark with promise. "This pulse? It races for me. Every.single.beat. Mine." His hand glided down, stopping over my heart. "And this?" His finger tapped against it "this heart? Every. Damn. Beat. For. Me. These breaths? Mine. Your entire fucking existence?" His grip tightened. "Mine." I shivered. His arms locked around my waist. He leaned in, his lips hovering over mine. "Whose man am I?" My breath hitched. "Whose. Man. Am. I. Mi alma?" "M-mine." I whispered. "Good. Remember that. And learn to hold on to what's already yours. Trust us. Not the lies they feed you." ___ Two souls. Two scars. Different worlds. But fate had other plans. When destinies intertwine through an unwanted bond, will love bloom, or will they burn each other down?