A honeymoon should be one of the most romantic experiences of your life. For Emilee Sanders, it was - it just wasn't with her husband. ***** An anxious paralegal finds herself where no bride should be on the week of her wedding. Single. Stuck taking a honeymoon alone, Emilee Sanders finds herself trapped at a Bali beach resort that's spilling with couples and romance. However, she's not the only single person on this beach. Mysterious and gorgeous Logan Hodge, a newly graduated physician, is on his own solo vacation to escape realities from back home. Shielding their true identities from each other, the two create new ones as Emmy and Hodge - a couple celebrating their honeymoon. The two weeks of steamy, romantic bliss should end with no more than fake names and lone trips home to their real lives, but life may have more in store for them. Content/Trigger Warning: the story contains scenes of mature sexual content and possibly triggering content around rape. [[word count: 150,000-200,000 words]] Cover designed by April Alforque

There's this silence between us that stretches longer than it should, and it wraps around my chest like a weighted blanket. My throat tightens. I stare at him like I'm trying to memorise the face of someone who shouldn't exist. A dream made real. My lips part before I can stop myself. "Were you sent by my dad to take care of me?" The question hangs in the air, trembling like the last leaf in autumn. Aiden's gaze softens. His lips tug into the gentlest smile I've ever seen. It's the kind of smile that could mend broken wings. "No" he whispers. "I volunteered." The words hit harder than I expect. Like a punch wrapped in silk. I gasp, air leaves me in a rush I can't reclaim. But before I can fully process what he's just said, he takes a step closer. His fingers ghost over my cheek, brushing away a tear I didn't realise had fallen. And then-he kisses me painfully slow. His hand cups the back of my neck, anchoring me to a moment I never want to end. And just when I think it's over, he pulls away just enough to look at me. His thumb traces the damp trail of tears down my cheek. He doesn't say anything. He just leans in again, and kisses them away. One by one. My tears. My pain. My silence. All kissed away by a boy who didn't come to save me because someone sent him. He came because he chose to.

After five thousand years entombed in darkness, Rudra, the cursed Alpha of the lost werewolf bloodline, rises from his eternal slumber. Once a mighty king of Kaalkut - the Fort of Death, Rudra had been betrayed by the very world he sought to protect. Now awakened, his heart burns with vengeance, and his veins flow with destruction. Kingdom after kingdom crumbles beneath his wrath, their walls drenched in blood and their rulers swallowed by shadows, until only one land remains untouched by the horrors of the supernatural: Amarvan, a realm of eternal greenery, peace, and life. But destiny's cruel hand strikes when Rudra sets foot in Amarvan, prepared to conquer... and instead, he sees Princess Ishita. In one heartbeat, everything changes. Ishita's world shatters as she is pulled into the savage domain of werewolves, curses, and ancient blood feuds. Against all reason, she is revealed as Rudra's mate, an impossibility, for the werewolf race had been cursed centuries ago to live without soulmates. Why her? Why now? As Ishita struggles with the brutal truth of Rudra's legacy, ancient enemies rise from the ashes of forgotten wars, some seeking vengeance, others carrying secrets that could destroy them both. The shadows of Kaalkut creep ever closer, threatening not only Amarvan but the fate of the entire world. Will Ishita accept the Beast King of Kaalkut with a soul drowned in blood? Or will destiny tear them apart before the final truth is revealed? "After the guns and passion of Devraj × Indu, welcome to the fangs and fury of Rudra × Ishita."

Aayan Ibrahim. At the age of 25, A successful business man. Strict and Arrogant appearance. Has a Complicated family. Loves his mother alot. Has and trusts only his best friend since long, Zubair Mustafa. Ruhee Shariff. At the age of 19, living the perfect college life. Cheerful and Happy, but has her moods Her family is always her first priority. Has many friends and is known in her college. She wants everyone to be happy. What happens when these two opposite people are bought together to live under the same roof? Will they unwind each others secrets, or will it cause them to break apart? Read to find out. Might sound like a cliché plot, but give this book a try, you won't be disappointed. Sign Out.

18+| 𝗜'𝘃𝗲 𝗸𝗶𝘀𝘀𝗲𝗱 𝗮 𝗺𝗶𝗹𝗹𝗶𝗼𝗻 𝗴𝗶𝗿𝗹𝘀, 𝗕𝗶𝗿𝗱𝗶𝗲. 𝗔𝗻𝗱 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝗼𝗳 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗺 𝗺𝗮𝘁𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗲𝗱. 𝗕𝗲𝗰𝗮𝘂𝘀𝗲 𝗻𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝗼𝗳 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗺 𝘄𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂. 𝘽𝙞𝙧𝙙𝙞𝙚 𝙄𝙨𝙨𝙖𝙘'𝙨 𝙡𝙞𝙛𝙚 𝙥𝙡𝙖𝙣 𝙞𝙨 𝙤𝙛𝙛𝙞𝙘𝙞𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙮 𝙤𝙛𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙧𝙖𝙞𝙡𝙨. With her thirtieth birthday looming, no romantic prospects, and a dream of motherhood slipping away, she's down to one last, desperate option: a decade-old pact made with her estranged childhood friend, Silas Beckett. There's just one hitch: Silas is now a superstar baseball player with a playboy reputation, and their friendship is a distant memory. Still, he agrees to their clinical, business-like plan: have a baby through fertility treatments, co-parent as best friends, and keep their hearts strictly out of the equation. But through sterile waiting rooms and late-night hormone shots, the old intimacy that once defined them rekindles into something deeper and far more dangerous. As the line between platonic and passionate blurs, their carefully constructed plan begins to fail in more ways than one. When they're left with nothing but failed treatments and inconvenient feelings, they have to face the fact that what they really want might not be a baby, but each other.

His name is Jace Ezekiel Black. And to cut the long story short, my family blackmailed him into marrying me. But I wasn't supposed to be the one to get married yet. It was supposed to be my best friend. And when she disappeared the night of her engagement... apparently, I was the catch-all that had to take full blame. The perpetrator, the mastermind, the accomplice-- choose your pick. In fact, everyone believed my guilt. But my parents, as livid as they were, saw it as an opportunity to cash in big time on the public scandal. To think that they already had a foolproof plan lined up. Furious but without choices, the man had agreed to the marriage... believing I was in on the scheme that my family concocted. Even though I was just another victim. I am Isla Euodia Porter, and this is my story.

FREE STORY WITH EXCLUSIVE CONTENT. This is *not* a Paid Story. Eighteen-year-old hockey prodigy Elliot Wexler has three goals for senior year. One: somehow graduate with a 3.5 GPA. Two: hide his bipolar disorder from his peers. And three: make it into the NHL with no scandals. Piece of cake. What he doesn't expect is to find Lucy, a homeless girl, hiding from the winter frost in his dad's shed. Elliot's busy, complicated life doesn't permit room for error, and falling in love with a girl from a totally different world sounds like the opposite of a good idea. But Elliot can't help but be drawn to Lucy and her elusive ways--even when she seems to vanish from his life non-stop, each time leaving him with a bigger hole in his heart. But Elliot is determined to break down Lucy's barriers. And when he does, he discovers that her life is more complicated--and dangerous--than he could have imagined. With drafting season approaching, and Elliot's fragile mental health deteriorating, he's forced to face a difficult question: Is first love supposed to hurt so much? *** PLEASE DO NOT ADD THIS STORY TO GOODREADS.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤ- 𝙉𝙖𝙢𝙖𝙡 نامال - 𝙉𝙖𝙢𝙖𝙡 𝙞𝙨 𝙖𝙣 𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙣𝙨𝙚 𝙨𝙩𝙤𝙧𝙮 𝙞𝙣𝙫𝙤𝙡𝙫𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙗𝙧𝙪𝙩𝙖𝙡 𝙢𝙪𝙧𝙙𝙚𝙧𝙨 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙙𝙚𝙫𝙞𝙤𝙪𝙨 𝙙𝙚𝙘𝙚𝙥𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙨. 𝙁𝙖𝙧𝙞𝙨 𝙂𝙝𝙖𝙯𝙞 𝙞𝙨 𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙫𝙞𝙘𝙩𝙚𝙙 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙢𝙪𝙧𝙙𝙚𝙧 𝙤𝙛 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙥-𝙗𝙧𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙬𝙞𝙛𝙚 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙖𝙩𝙩𝙚𝙢𝙥𝙩𝙚𝙙 𝙢𝙪𝙧𝙙𝙚𝙧 𝙤𝙛 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙧𝙚𝙡𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙫𝙚 𝙕𝙪𝙢𝙖𝙧 𝙔𝙤𝙪𝙨𝙪𝙛. 𝙃𝙞𝙨 𝙣𝙚𝙥𝙝𝙚𝙬 𝙎𝙖𝙖𝙙𝙞 𝙔𝙤𝙪𝙨𝙪𝙛 𝙞𝙨 𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙫𝙞𝙣𝙘𝙚𝙙 𝙤𝙛 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙞𝙣𝙣𝙤𝙘𝙚𝙣𝙘𝙚 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙪𝙡𝙩𝙞𝙢𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙡𝙮 𝙜𝙚𝙩𝙨 𝙝𝙞𝙢 𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙤𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙟𝙖𝙞𝙡. 𝙊𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙙, 𝙎𝙖𝙖𝙙𝙞'𝙨 𝙖𝙪𝙣𝙩 𝙕𝙪𝙢𝙖𝙧 𝙬𝙝𝙤 𝙖𝙡𝙨𝙤 𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙥𝙚𝙣𝙨 𝙩𝙤 𝙗𝙚 𝙖 𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙩𝙧𝙞𝙘𝙩 𝙖𝙩𝙩𝙤𝙧𝙣𝙚𝙮 𝙡𝙤𝙨𝙩 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙠𝙞𝙙𝙣𝙚𝙮𝙨 𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙖𝙨𝙨𝙖𝙪𝙡𝙩 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙞𝙨 𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙫𝙞𝙣𝙘𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙁𝙖𝙧𝙞𝙨 𝙞𝙨 𝙜𝙪𝙞𝙡𝙩𝙮, 𝙢𝙤𝙨𝙩𝙡𝙮 𝙗𝙚𝙘𝙖𝙪𝙨𝙚 𝙤𝙛 𝙖 𝙛𝙖𝙠𝙚 𝙩𝙚𝙡𝙚𝙥𝙝𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙘𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙞𝙣 𝙁𝙖𝙧𝙞𝙨'𝙨 𝙫𝙤𝙞𝙘𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙕𝙪𝙢𝙖𝙧 𝙥𝙧𝙞𝙤𝙧 𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙖𝙩𝙩𝙖𝙘𝙠. All credits goes to Nemrah Ahmed

"Are you sure about this, Kabir?" Ayaan asked. "Yes." "Dad won't be happy if he gets a hint of what you are doing," he said again. "He won't be happy with me anyway," Kabir said, taking a long drag of his cigarette before crushing it under his shoes. His emerald orbs burning with a rage that could destroy the world. "And it was supposed to be him instead of me doing what was correct," he said looking out of the window. "What if you are wrong?" Ayaan asked. The moment Kabir turned around and looked directly into him, Ayaan straightened his back and said, "Her details are there in the file." "What about other arrangements?" Kabir asked while glancing at the file. "Ready." "Good," Kabir said, opening the file and looking at a girl's picture, "we will meet soon, Ziniya."

"You *thrust* are* thrust* my *thrust* woman," he growled, his voice dripping with possessiveness as he thrust deeper, each movement making me cry out in both pain and desire. I was beyond exhausted, my body aching from hours of relentless passion. "Adrian, please... stop," I begged, my voice barely audible, my eyes squeezed shut. The exhaustion was overwhelming; I could barely feel my legs anymore, my body on the brink of collapse. But his response was cold, unwavering. "Sleep, ocean. I won't stop tonight." And with that, everything went black. ............................................ He pinned me to the wall, his grip unforgiving, making me gasp in pain. His eyes were bloodshot with rage, and for a moment, I wasn't scared of him-just terrified of what he might do to Luciano. "If you ever mention his name in front of me again, I swear, wildcat, I'll tear him apart with my bare hands," he snarled, his voice sending a chill down my spine. His words hung in the air, the threat lingering like a dark storm. "You are mine. Your body. Your soul. Your heart, too," he growled, his hands moving to unhook the only thing that separated us-my bra. "No protests today," he warned, his voice thick with determination. "I'll take you by hook or by crook." And before I could react, he tossed me onto the bed. ...............