A Good Girl's Guide To Being Naughty • • • Ivy Collins is a normal 21 y/o woman. Except for the fact she's a virgin ... or at least she was until she had sex with her university rivals hockey captain. After a quick (devastatingly quick) night with the man and being called a lousy lay, Ivy made a promise to herself that she wouldn't do it again ... sex that is. Who needs sex when all it brought was insecurities and more, and it wasn't even that good to begin with. Enter Asher Hudson, Ice Hockey captain, her brothers best friend and her best friends brother - triple trifecta of why she shouldn't get involved with him. But when he overhears a conversation Ivy has with her best friend, he gives her an offer she can't refuse. Well, she can, and she should, but why would she want to? Three months, she helps him with his grades, and he'll help her with her sex life. Only one rule, don't fall in love. Easy, right? He'll teach her everything she wants to know, and show her that sex can be fun, you just have to know how to do it right. And Ivy should refuse, after all he's the Ice Hockey captain, her brother's best friend and her best friend's brother - but what's the fun in that. Ivy knows she should say no, but she won't. And she won't fall in love, she can't. ••• Completed • First Draft - half edited. Watty2025 winner #1 in #Romance #1 in #Brotherbestfriend #2 in #bestfriendsbrother #2 in #icehockey

#MAFIA_SERIES 🔥 Aanya, stop," Adwait said, his voice slightly louder now, laced with warning. She could see it-he was about to snap. Yes, yes, now he'll lose it, she thought, a thrill sparking in her chest. But instead of reacting with anger, Adwait simply leaned back in the chair, eyes locked on hers. Then, without a word, he began to unbutton his shirt-slowly, deliberately-each movement exaggerated, until he yanked it off and tossed it aside. Aanya's eyes widened. Her jaw dropped. Shock flooded her face. "Ahhh! Shameless!" she shouted, spinning on her heel and making a dash for it. But he was faster. Adwait stood in a flash, reached out, and caught her wrist mid-stride. She turned, her hand already balled into a fist, aiming straight for his face. But he caught it mid-air. In one smooth motion, he twirled her under his arm like a dancer, then leaned in and pressed a bold kiss to her left cheek. Her mouth dropped open again-outrage, disbelief, and something else flickering in her eyes. She didn't hesitate. This time she lifted her knee, aiming for his stomach, but he caught her leg with ease. Sliding one arm under her knee and the other around her waist, he bent her slightly backward in a dramatic dip. Before she could wriggle free, he kissed her right cheek. Then-thud. He let go. Aanya landed squarely on the floor, right on her backside. Crossing his arms over his bare chest, Adwait looked down at her, a smug smile playing on his lips. "You lost," he said. __________________

'VRUSHANK RAUT', Age 31, 6'2 A powerful business tycoon and a mafia, to which very few know about. A man who does not hesitate killing the one who betrays him, does not like talking much even to his family let alone the others, does not like his name be taken casually and espicially does not like being touched. He carries his past's grievance pierced in his heart about his parents. He is cold-hearted. 'Avi Roy', 5'4 Age 24 She is rhe best cardiologist in the city and is so beautiful that she turns heads whenever she is out. An orphan, who lives with her maasi(aunt) suffers in silence and does not like to attract others to her problems and does not like to be a burden on others. Suffering from a heartbreak, she wants to experience what true love really feels like but is hesitant to do so. She is positive and friendly in nature. They come across each other when Vrushank comes to the hospital injured and is in the urgent need of the surgery. Together they strive to be each others comfort and go through the hardships together and rely and understand each other. #7- understanding [07/11/2025]😭💖

Mafia Don, August Beaufort, 29 years old has been shot in the legs. As he navigates to find the enemy, he can't help but get a little distracted when he's in search for a new doctor......or maybe a lover. Newly Doctor, Conan Campbell, 27 years old has just graduated and became a doctor. After his mom suffered a brain tumor, he always had a passion to help others and to follow his mom's promises to him before she had died. As Conan explorers the new life of becoming a doctor he stumbles upon a private request. [Ranks] [#1 in Orthopedic- 16 October 2024-1:03PM] [#3 in Badass-13 November 2025-4:30PM] [#1 in Carnival-17 November 2025-3:18PM] Started: 24 September 2024 Ended: 15 November 2025 (Please do note that this has nothing to do with my first book. I wrote this out of boredom.) Don't hate if you're not a fan of mxm books.

𝘜𝘯𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘭 𝘤𝘭𝘢𝘥𝘥𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘦 𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘳𝘰𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘭 𝘤𝘳𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘥 𝘢 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰𝘹𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘪𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘧𝘭𝘪𝘱 𝘰𝘧 𝘴𝘪𝘵𝘶𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦... 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝚅𝚒𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚜𝚑 𝙾𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚘𝚒, 𝐚 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐞𝐫𝐚 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝚂𝚊𝚒𝚛𝚊 𝙺𝚊𝚖𝚊𝚝, 𝐚 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐲 𝐢𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐚𝐭... ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ IT IS A VERY SIMPLE STORY WITH NO COMPLICATIONS AND TWISTS AND TURNS. THERE IS NO SERIAL LIKE DRAMA.

The room was silent-too silent. The kind that made even the ticking clock sound like a scream. Every pair of eyes was fixed on the woman standing at the head of the table. Roohani Singhania. And the reason three grown men were visibly sweating despite the perfectly functioning air conditioning. Her heels clicked against the marble floor as she walked toward the trembling senior executive. The contract in her hand flapped like a death warrant. "You really thought I wouldn't notice this?" Her tone was calm-too calm. The kind of calm that made even the bravest want to run. "Ms. Singhania, I-" The papers landed on the table with a snap. "Get. Out." He didn't wait to be told twice. He bolted, leaving behind his dignity and a very awkward silence. For a moment, the Ice Queen simply stood there, her sharp gaze scanning the table full of terrified subordinates. Then- Clink. A cup of coffee slid to a stop beside her hand. "Extra strong. No sugar. Just how you like it." Her eyes flickered upward, meeting the calm brown ones of Mahir Sehgal-her personal assistant, the only man in the building who seemed immune to her frostbite. "You were five minutes late," she said coolly, though her fingers curled around the cup. "Traffic," he said with a grin that didn't quite hide the teasing in his eyes. "Or maybe I was just waiting for your dramatic exit moment. You know, timing." Her lips twitched-almost a smile.. "Meeting's over," Mahir said, gathering her things with practiced ease.Roohani rolled her eyes and turned, her heels clicking with authority. Mahir followed behind, matching her stride. She was the coldest woman in the business world. He was the only one who could make her laugh... and maybe, one day, melt. But no one-not even the Ice Queen herself-knew that the man who made her coffee also had ice in his veins when he needed to. And this time, she wasn't the only one capable of taming.

Her groom ran away on the wedding day. As per an ancient ritual, any abandoned bride must spend years in an ashram - cut off from the world. To escape that fate, her family gave her one option: Choose a groom right now. She rose from the mandap, looked up... and chose him immediately- the runaway groom's older brother. A cold, heartless mafia shooter. Mafia shooter × Doctor He is icy × She is Fire He's a taker of lives × She's a healer of souls RUDRAKSH SIGH RAJAWAT ARATRIKA OBEROI

"She tried to reach out the fallen star, the one still yearning for a ground called love." Born in a conservative family of UP, famous not for respect but for dangerous things, where women were nothing more than showpieces to be controlled and ordered. Shreevi Mishra never fit in. The more restrictions they put on her, the more she burned to break them. In a house where even listening to songs was a sin, she dared to dream of two impossible things, One, to become an actress. Two, to marry him. But him who? Yuvaan Shergill. Superstar. The calmest, sweetest, humblest man, at least, that's what the world believes. Or maybe that's just what he wants them to see. Afterall is is an actor. Because behind the fame and lights is a man scarred by bitter experiences, a man who has learned to see the world through one lens, money. With a typical mindset, he believes girls only want one thing from him, his wealth. And so, he has vowed to keep them far away. But when God said action, even he was unknown to his part of script. For the most money-minded girl he would ever meet was also the one who refused to leave his side. Shreevi Mishra, his craziest stalker, the girl with brown-crimson eyes who followed him everywhere. All Yuvaan wanted was to get rid of her. All she wanted was to make him fall for her...by hook or by crook.

"I can't marry you, Sir. This is not the way I want to be tied down into married life." She whispers, her voice trembling under the weight of her own breaking world. Her eyes are swollen with tears, her soul frayed at the edges. "But I don't think you have any other option left rather than accepting the contract. So, just agree with my decision or believe me, you won't like the consequences." He replies coldly, every word cutting deeper than the last. There is no remorse in his voice. No softness in his eyes. Just control. Just a warning. . . . He is not just her professor. He is a feared business mogul as well, known for his ruthless decisions and lack of mercy. She is a single mother, desperately trying to protect her son and survive the past she thought she had buried long ago. But when he uncovers her deepest, most dangerous secret, one that could destroy her life in a heartbeat: he doesn't give her the chance to explain. He gives her a choice: marry him under the terms of a cold, emotionless contract... or watch her world collapse. Bound by fear. Tied by power. A marriage that was never meant to be anything more than a deal. But what happens when a lifeless contract begins to stir emotions neither of them asked for? When buried scars surface... And when the lines between right and wrong blur inside the walls of a forced relationship? This is not a story of love at first sight. This is a story of control, consequences, and finding strength in the very place she was meant to break.

"If you wanted to cage me, why marry me!? You could've just tied me in your basement!" I yell, but he yank me against him, his grip bruising my waist. "Mia Regina, I could've chained you there and fucked you every night, but I wanted to own you first. Even if it meant killing your parents," he growls before crashing his lips to mine in rage. Still mourning her parents brutal murder, she was dragged to the altar-draped in a red lehenga. Her groom? Their killer of her parents. What began as a marriage built on vengeance turned into a war of shattered hearts. They promised to ruin each other, and they kept that vow. But even in the ashes of betrayal and hatred, something dangerous began to bloom. Love. A love that would either save them or consume them whole. Tropes: Forced marriage Forced proximity Mafia romance He fell first, she fell harder Obsession Desi doctor X Videshi mafia Angst