She spent years loving him. He spent years thinking she would always be there. Celeste Devereaux, the Princess of the Las Vegas Syndicate, had loved Alexei Morozov since they were children. As her brother's best friend, he was her first love, first heartbreak, and the one person she could never forget. On the day she finally decided to confess, fate had other plans. One overheard conversation. One careless sentence. One broken heart. Without a word, Celeste walked away, burying her feelings and rebuilding herself into a woman no one could overlook. Years later, a deadly mafia war reunites the Devereaux Syndicate and the Morozov Bratva under one roof. The shy girl Alexei once knew is gone. In her place stands a breathtaking woman who barely spares him a glance. As old feelings resurface and jealousy begins to consume him, Alexei finds himself fighting for the one thing he never realized he wanted. Her. But can he earn a second chance... Or is he already too late

Book - 2 (Best friends series) Vansh x Amaya 🔥 He had never wanted it. She had embraced it with her whole heart. Tropes Arranged marriage Unrequited Love (at first) Mafia x Innocent Love Slow-Burn Romance Forced Proximity The Mafia's Untouched Queen Love vs. Duty Jealousy Awakens Love The Ultimate Sacrifice Dark Past, Bright Love

[PARTITION ROMANCE] 18+ She is a mute. He is a politician. And 1947 is burning around them. After surviving a brutal assault and losing her only family, Vrishty, a voiceless Hindu girl, is left alone in a town tearing itself apart. Hunted by the man who first claimed her, she hides in silence, until Meer, an emerging Muslim politician, becomes the only barrier between her and the chaos outside. Bound by guilt and an unexpected pull, Meer begins to realise his vicinity with the girl. But the nation which divided amongst the communal hate, will it be able to save these burning interfaith hearts, alive? __________________________ "In Islam" he continued quietly. "You cannot marry unless both agree... and unless both are Muslim" His expression twisted, a deep aching conflict. I shook my head, looking at him. As if almost pleading him. Noo...please....

SCHEDULE : EVERY MONDAY 💗 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Isha mehra × Rudra malhotra ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ My grip on the steering wheel tightened. Isha. Isha. Isha. That name. It wouldn't stop circling inside my head like a curse. "Hm. Rudra?" mom's tone shifted slightly. "What about you? What do you think about Isha?" "She's... pretty." That slipped out of my mouth before my brain could lock it down. I kept my eyes forward, pretending I hadn't just lost control over my damn tongue. Shit. Did I just say that? Me? "She's pretty, huh, bhai?" Arjun teased, grinning at me through the rearview mirror. Damn it. This idiot's going to turn it into a full family circus. "Beta, I didn't ask how she looks," mom said, folding her arms like she was holding court. "I asked, what do you think about her." I didn't answer. Because I didn't know what the hell to say. So I said nothing. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Warning : This story contains abuse, torture, force (not between the couple), murder, and violence. And many more things that might triggerd you. If you're not comfortable with such content, please do not read.

"please... treat her well. That's all I'm asking. Respect her, care for her. I know it's not fair, not to you or her, but this is fate. You were both caught in the middle of it. What's done is done now. she's in our home now. Our responsibility. And I just-" her voice broke slightly, "I just want to know she'll be safe with you." For a long moment, he didn't say anything. When he spoke, his voice was quiet. Even. Measured. "I'll respect her. I promise you that." He turned to look at his mother. "I will never mistreat her," he added after a beat. "That's the only thing I can promise right now." "That's all I ask." He nodded slowly. "I won't hurt her. Ever. But I can't give her... more than my respect."

Diya Mishra She is the ceo of the top tech company in india business as well as mafia world shivers from her name but no one knows her real identity or you can say she never let them know who she is, there is a lot of secrets hidden behind her jolly chirpy facade . She stepped into the Mafia with some motive but now she becomes the queen of mafia known as 'KARMA' why ?? You will get to know in the story . Will rudransh be able to solve that mystery or will he also become a victim of her facade ?? Rudransh singh Rajput The name itself screams power, respect or fear or you can say the surname RAJPUT. Rajput's royals of Rajasthan signify dignity they can forgive anyone but not betrayers . He is cold as ice, ruthless as a lion but wounded. Although he is a child born with a silver spoon, but whatever he has earned is all his hard work whether it's the position of no 1 businessman or the title of 'THE BLACK TIGER ' in the mafia world. Will Diya be able to heal his wound or will she scratch it deeper? ? What will happen when the two Mafia's got arranged in a forced marriage because of their family? Both of them are burning in the rage of revenge what will happen when they will get to know each other's real identity!!! Tropes: Arranged Marriage Hidden identity Age gap Sunshine x Grumpy Billionaire x Millionaire Mafia Romance He fell first but she fell harder Touch him and next moment the world will forget your existence Look at her with your dirty gaze and he will put his all bullet in your skull #2 Chapter #1 Chapter All the pictures used in the story credit go to their original owner

❝ 𝐒𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐛𝐮𝐢𝐥𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐬. 𝐇𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐛𝐮𝐢𝐥𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐬𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞. 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐛𝐮𝐢𝐥𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐩𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫. ❞ ✦ ✦ ✦✦ ✦ ✦✦ ✦ ✦✦ ✦ ✦✦ ✦ ✦✦ ✦ ══════════ ❖ ══════════ 𝑨 𝑽 𝑨 𝑵 𝒀 𝑨 𓂃 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑴𝒊𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝑾𝒂𝒓𝒎𝒕𝒉 𓂃 ══════════ ❖ ══════════ She grew up knowing care. Gentle hands. Quiet protection. A presence that felt like home when the world felt too sharp. She was loved. But love does not erase everything. And being protected does not mean being untouched by pain. Some silences stay too long. Some truths arrive too early. Some burdens are never meant for a child. So she learned to endure. To smile softly. To speak less. To carry hurt without letting it show. Warmth became her instinct. Quiet strength, her shield. Then she stepped into a house ruled by power. A family built on authority and discipline, where emotions were controlled and warmth was never taught. At its center stood a man shaped by shadows- respected in light, feared in darkness. His past was buried deep, But it was never gone. Around him stood sons who had been raised to command. Composed. Unyielding. Dangerous in their silence. She did not arrive to change them. She did not come to heal anyone. She arrived carrying love and loss, warmth learned from care, Strength born from survival. And sometimes- That kind of warmth is the most dangerous thing of all. ✨ Can someone who has known both comfort and cruelty survive a world built on control? ✨ Will softness last where emotions are considered weakness? Dive

"Kuch kahaniyan kabhi poori nahi hoti... isiliye woh dobara janam leti hain." When fate tore them apart in another lifetime, their souls carried the ache forward, not to forget, but to complete a love left unfinished. He was reborn as a king, not only to rule a kingdom, but to command the shadows as a Mafia King. Surrounded by power, feared by many, yet loneliness flowed silently through his veins. She returned to the world alone, fighting for survival, bearing pain no soul should endure. And when she believed nothing worse could happen, darkness claimed her eyes. Forgotten. Broken. Unprotected. Yet somewhere within her fragile heart, hope waited... for someone she could not see, but had always belonged to. She yearned for love. He had been deprived of it his entire life. And then... they met again. He found her in her most fragile state. She found him without knowing his face. This time, fate will not test their love, it will measure the depth of their devotion. Because some souls are reborn not to begin again, but to finish what destiny once destroyed. And this time... love refuses to die.

"You're always talking about chocolate..." - his fingers slid under Sasha's chin, tilting his face up as he leaned closer, lips ghosting his ear - "but tell me, baby... would you let me find out if you're just as sweet?" Sasha blinking up at him, soft and wide-eyed, cheeks flushed: "Wha-? You're... you're weird," he mumbled, wriggling but not really pulling away, his little fingers gripping Dominic's shirt. Then, quieter, as his pout deepened. "...But you can't eat me. 'M not chocolate..." Dominic's lips curled into a dark, hungry smirk as he murmured back: "Oh, baby... you taste better than chocolate. And don't worry-" his fingers traced the line of Sasha's throat - "I don't plan on stopping at just one bite." ---- He was sugar in human form. Sweet. Fluffy. And a little messy around the edges. Sasha Clarke doesn't understand grumpy people - especially not the kind who glare at his chocolate cake like it personally offended them. But when a surly, sharp-eyed stranger mistakes him for his blind date and hijacks his afternoon, Sasha's world gets a whole lot more... interesting. Dominic Vale doesn't do sweet. Not desserts, not people, and definitely not wide-eyed little twinks who talk too much and lick frosting off their fingers without a care in the world. But there's something about Sasha - the way he giggles through his pouts, the way he makes everything soft and warm without even trying - that gets under his skin. He tells himself it's just a passing craving. But Sasha? Sasha plans to make sure Dominic gets hooked. A story of chocolate, sass, and a grumpy man who never stood a chance against sugar in human form.

Nikolas Bellucci Aleksandr Mikhailov is dangerous. I didn't just see it-I felt it. Every nerve in my body screamed to run the moment his sharp green eyes locked onto mine. His stare wasn't casual; it was predatory, deliberate. Like he wanted to consume every part of me and leave nothing behind. What had I done to deserve his attention? I'm a nobody. I prefer shadows over spotlights. I don't want to be anyone's Donna, their treasure, or their little prince or princess. But Aleksandr? He doesn't care what I want. Even when his hands skim over my skin, making it impossible to fight back, impossible to breathe. Even when my traitorous heart races whenever he calls me his printsessa. I'm a man. The last mafia prince of the Bellucci family. Arranged marriages, political games-it's all supposed to be beneath me. At least, that's what I keep telling myself. But Aleksandr Mikhailov doesn't ask. He takes. And some part of me, despite everything, might just want to be taken. Aleksandr Mikhailov Nikolas Bellucci is a work of art-beautiful, dangerous, and far too proud for his own good. I knew I wanted him the moment I saw him. My uncle Ivan always said, What a Mikhailov wants, he takes. Rules? Irrelevant. Boundaries? Meant to be shattered. Nikolas fights me, yes-but he'll break eventually. They always do. And when he does, I'll be there to catch him, to hold him, to ruin him until he's mine entirely. My printsessa.