She was never meant to be his. But destiny doesn't ask for permission. Meet Fatima Zahra, 22 years old. A radiant soul-loving, beautiful, full of life. An extrovert with a warm heart, she wears joy like a second skin. But behind her laughter lies a quiet strength and a deep sense of responsibility. Then there's Umar-33, calm and composed. Gentle by nature, yet strikingly handsome in a way that makes silence feel louder around him. An introvert, thoughtful and kind, carrying the weight of loss with quiet grace. Umar was her cousin. Her brother-in-law. Her sister Haneefa's husband. That was-until tragedy took Haneefa away, leaving behind their two-month-old twins, Anam and Anim-and a void too large to fill. When Fatima is forced into marrying Umar to help raise her sister's children, her world begins to unravel. The man she once looked up to like an older brother becomes her husband. And with that, everything changes. She didn't choose this life. But maybe... fate did. How do you love someone you were never meant to love? How do you find peace when guilt holds your heart hostage? And what if... love dares to grow where pain once lived? In a story where duty blurs with destiny, and heartbreak dances with hope, Fatima must navigate grief, forbidden emotions, and the quiet pull of Qadr-the divine will she never saw coming. Fatima never dreamed of a life like this. But sometimes, the hardest stories... are the ones written by destiny. And sometimes, the person you're not supposed to love -is the only one who can make your broken heart beat again. Now the questions remain... Can you choose love when it feels like betrayal? Can your heart bloom in the shadow of another woman's memory-especially when that woman was your sister? Is this sacrifice? Or is it fate-disguised as pain? Will she ever truly love him? Will he ever see her as his wife, not just the mother of his children? Well.. There's only one way to find out.

Every half century in a small little town hidden in the woods, a beast comes out from the forest to claim his bride on the night of an eclipse. The people of call this phenomenon "the taking". This beast is said to be very dangerous. It roams door to door searching for the woman whose being calls to his animal instincts. He will kill, mutilate and destroy everything in his path until he finds his bride. In the past, the townsmen have tried to hunt the creature and kill him before they can steal one of their marriageable daughters, but the beast does not hunt alone. He has followers among the shadows to make sure his goal is accomplished. Once he finds his bride, he carries her back to the forest where she is never seen or heard from again. Celeste believes this so-called "legend" is just some scary fairytale her grandmother made up to scare her. But was she ever wrong when a pair of moonlit eyes stared straight at her through her bedroom window and entered her room. Next thing she knew, she was being carried out the house and into the woods by a half-naked man who called her his. Who would have thought? Grandma wasn't crazy after all. Young Adult novel. Paranormal/Comedy-Romance @2014

"Even if you are the last person left on earth, I will still not marry you!" Lucas said with anger and confidence. Arthur folded his hands in front of his chest and smirked. "Is that a challenge, sweetheart?" "Think whatever you want." Lucas said, feeling frustrated already. Arthur smirked as he came ahead and closed his distance with Lucas, who took a step back, but his chin was grabbed by Arthur's thumb and forefinger as he spoke with a smile, "You just declared a war honey and I never loose. I, Arthur, promise you that the next time I touch you it will be on our wedding day." Lucas smirked back, "That will never happen." "Let's see."

٭ᥫ᭡ᥫ᭡ The scene is cloaked in a suffocating tension, the dimly lit corridor outside the locked room accentuating the weight of the interaction. Inside, the fragile boy, trembling and pale, presses his hands against the cold, chipped wood of the door. His voice is faint, trembling like a dying flame as he pleads, "𝗣-𝗽𝗹𝗲𝗮𝘀𝗲 𝗼𝗽𝗲𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗱𝗼𝗼𝗿, 𝗶-𝗶 𝗽𝗿𝗼𝗺𝗶𝘀𝗲 𝗜 𝘄𝗶𝗹𝗹 𝗼-𝗼𝗯𝗲𝘆 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗱𝘀 𝗺-𝗺𝗮𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗿" The response cuts through the stillness like a blade: "𝗣𝘂𝗽𝗽𝗲𝘁𝘀 𝗱𝗼𝗻'𝘁 𝘁𝗮𝗹𝗸." The owner of the deep, raspy voice stands tall, a shadowed figure, exuding an air of dominance. His words are devoid of empathy, final and unyielding. As his boots strike the floor with measured steps, the sound echoes ominously, each footfall fading like a distant drum. Inside the room, the boy's chest tightens, his hope diminishing with every vanishing echo. The silence that follows is deafening, leaving the boy in an oppressive void, his whispered breaths the only signs of life in a room that feels like a cage... ...... 𝙒𝘼𝙍𝙉𝙄𝙉𝙂⚠️:- • Mature content.. • Rape.. • Torture.. • Disturbing.. • Mpreg.. • Dark horror.. • Mystery... Top//Taehyung ↑ Bottom//Jungkook ↓ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ғᴏʀɢᴇᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴠᴏᴛᴇ ⭐ ᴀɴᴅ ᴄᴏᴍᴍᴇɴᴛ 💬..

F𝐢𝐫𝐬t 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐟 " 𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐅𝐨𝐫𝐛𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐧 𝐎𝐛𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 " Warrior Prince Jeon, a rebellious and enigmatic heir of Zircon Kingdom is burning in the lust of revenge since years. But falling for someone who belongs from his enemy's family was never something Jungkook ever thought. What will happen when the line between obsession and vengeance will get blur and the tale of a forbidden love will start. Don't copy my work. ©All rights reserved.

[Volume 3] If love can heal you then love can also hurt you in the most brutal way. For Taehyung love was never only an euphoric feeling. The person he thought as his lost home has lost every single memory he had with him. Will he be able to keep his lost home to himself or will he fail his love again? Top/Dom: Taehyung Bot/Sub: Jungkook

⚠️ Dark Theme⚠️ "I w-wanted to meet you." ~~KTH "I knew you would want to meet me." The stripper replied looking at blonde haired boy whose blue eyes screamed lust and desires. "I saw that in your eyes.... Frustration... Want.... Lust... Filth!! I saw everything." Taehyung felt exposed. . . . . A story of a not so innocent boy with hidden dark desires and the hot stripper of a BDSM club. ⚠️Only for 21+ Includes - -Gay Romance -Femboy Taehyung -Stripper Jungkook -Explicit sexual scenes -BDSM elements -Angst -Romance 🔝Kook ⬇️ Taehyung

She had always lived under protection, surrounded by guards and security. As the President's daughter, danger was a shadow that followed her everywhere. But she never thought it would come this close. The gunshot came out of nowhere. One second, she was standing in the grand ballroom, the next, she was being pulled back-strong arms wrapping around her, shielding her from the attack. A deep voice whispered in her ear. *"You're safe now."* That was the first time she met him. Jeon Jungkook. Her new bodyguard. The man assigned to protect her life. What she didn't know was that he wasn't just a bodyguard. And he wasn't here just to protect her. He was here because she belonged to him. Top kook Bottom tae Tae, Jin, and Jimin are written as female characters in my story, so if you have any issues with that, kindly move on. [Cover story edited by me]

- Being sent to the principal's office is supposed to be a punishment... but this feels like a reward. - • Smut • Short • No Angst • Taehyung is a girl in this story • Top jungkook • Bottom Taehyung

AN MXM ROMANCE NOVEL HIS LISCIHKA "I've been married to a woman for 18 years, I-I wouldn't know the first thing about being with a man," I admitted while feeling Ivan's hands making their way under my chin. "I'll teach you, just don't leave me, Oliver," Ivan consoled his voice sounding so gentle yet longing that it drew me in. "This isn't right, Ivan," I muttered positioning my hands on his bare chest. "Why?" Ivan rasped resting his right hand on my waist. "Because... I'm a man, I'm older than you and I have a daughter-" "Why are you making excuses, Doctor?" he growled. "I've never done something like this before Ivan," "As I've said lemme teach you," and with that Ivan gently pressed his lips against mine. His soft lips against mine drew me into an emotion, a feeling I've tried so hard to ignore. His right hand glided down to my ass gripping it hard causing me to groan at such a sensation. "I want to taste your dick, Doctor," he whispered, his baritone singing in my ear. "Ivan," I mumbled breathlessly. "You will let me? Right?" he questioned sinking onto his knees. Oh, God. I gulped as I stared down at the dominating man who kneeled before me. His gorgeous green eyes stared at me while his hands made their way to my zipper. "Ivan," I warned again. "Dah, Lisichka?"