'You see this hair? You can't imagine how many times I've imagined it wrapped in my fists while I fuck your tight, sweet pussy,' he stated, his voice deep and inviting. And gosh, if words could fuck, I'd have an orgasm right now. My breath hitched, and I could feel my chest rising up and down. God, so he thinks of fucking me too? My cheeks reddened as I imagined him pounding into me. 'Do you want me to fuck you, hm?' he asked, his hands twirling my hair, then moving to the curve of my ass. ──── ୨୧ ──── He watches her like a sinner craving salvation- but there's nothing innocent about what he wants. Niccolò Romano isn't her brother. Not by blood. Not by law. But sharing a house with your childhood best friend turned cold, silent, six-foot-something heartthrob? That's dangerous. Lenora walks around in tiny shorts and soft tank tops, driving him crazy-and maybe she knows. Maybe she wants him to snap. And when he does, it's not sweet. It's intense. Possessive. Obsessive. He shows up in her room at midnight, voice low, jaw tight, telling her no one gets to touch her, look at her, or even think about her. Because she's his. And he doesn't care who finds out-parents, campus, or the entire world. Off-limits? Too late. Forbidden? Way past that. Once Niccolò lays his hands on her, there's no undoing it. No hiding it. No going back. She was never his to want- but now that he's had a taste, He'll ruin everything just to keep her. Living under the same roof, Lenora must decide if she can resist Niccolò's pull-or surrender to the past and passion that bind them. 𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐆𝐄𝐑/𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐄 : ❥ mature/sexual themes/smut ❥ alcohol references ❥ language ❥ mild violence ❥ obsession ❥ tension started- May 1st , Finished June 11th Copyright all rights reserved

Part of Wattpad Creator Programe. "Dadda" calls his smallest, cute daughter who is around 5 years old. Her dadda turns around, chopping the fine pieces of fruit. His eyes sparkle as he sees his cute little bean. "Yes, amor," he whispers softly, leaning down to her level. "I want mamma!" she says, pouting cutely and crossing her arms near her chest. "Darling, why do you need mamma when you already have a handsome dadda?" he asks, frowning. "Dadda's got no boobs!" she says, rolling her eyes, making his jaw drop to the ground. Join Little Amayra & Her Dadda, Barq Ihsan and their cute journey to find a mother for Amayra.

Is cheating always meant to be physical? What if he emotionally betrays you? But what do you call it when your husband shares his dreams, emotions, victories, and time with another woman... slowly forgets that you even exist? (Short story)

✧ 𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 #2 𝐢𝐧 '𝐇𝐈𝐒' 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 :- Some marriage may not begin with love but, they end with it. ••••••••• "I hope you realized you made the worst fucking decision of your life." I could feel his cold icy honey brown eyes piercing through my soul. "Mahir..." He slams both of my wrists against the wall as I winces from the pain from my wrists. Tears threatening to fall down from my eyes when he tightened his grip on my wrist. "You'll never have a place in my life, let alone in my heart, do you understand?" His voice rises as he clenches his jaw tightly. I whimpered, he leans in close enough to the point where our lips were inches apart, I shuddered. "I said, do you fucking understand?" I immediately jumped in fear nodding my head. "Y-Yes."

He hated her because of her skin colour, which was dark and not the fair skin colour he preferred. He was forced into the marriage thanks to a promise his grandparents made to her family long ago, a promise he regretted every moment of every day. He had no regard for her feelings or dreams, seeing her only as an unwanted obligation he had to fulfil. He felt disgusted and ashamed whenever he looked at her, and he couldn't bear introducing her to his friends as his wife or even bringing her along to any gathering. In his voice, during their wedding night, he spoke with a tone filled with hate and disgust, "Not just me, nobody can bear to sleep beside you. You're a darkness, a curse, a harbinger of misfortune and suffering. You're like the darkest, most miserable nights, bringing only misfortune and suffering." She married him in poverty, but after their union, he became wealthy. Yet, instead of proudly introducing her as his wife, he hid her from his friends, deeming her unworthy of his social stature. 🩶His Brown Bride

"She is not my wife... Do you hear me? She will never be my wife...she is just my dead wife's sister for me... Nothing else...," -Mustafa Hamad Makhdoom "He will never love me... I will only be Rania sister for him... Just his dead wife's sister... Never his wife...His second wife," -Maria Arsalan Chaudhary _________________________________________ Maria Arsalan Chaudhary a 21 years old naive and innocent girl, was bestowed with a golden heart, hazel deepest eyes, and a bleeding soul. She lost her sister in an accident that she didn't know about anything but she also lost her Mickey mouse, her Mustafa, her knight in the shining armour, who went away when her sister and his wife died but after 2 years of suffering he came back when the clouds of the dead started to follow her. Mustafa Hamad Makhdoom a 32 years old man with a heart burden by guilt and regret that he can't protect his wife whose blood is on his hands, but after 2 years he had to go back home and take his role back as the son, leader, and most of all a protector. But his past will not leave him alone and he will have difficulty accept new changes in life. What will happen when these two are bound together, one to save her and to fulfil their mother's wish. What will they do when the past, secret, betrayal, and sorrow will follow them and secrets will haunt them from graves. What will happen when the mafia leader and dangerous man Mustafa Makhdoom who vowed to never love again will fell in love again but what if it's too late and she didn't want him anymore. Will he get his love while protecting her or the past destroy them and their family forever, will they have a chance at love or their love will only destroy them and then finish them. Join the story of Mustafa Makhdoom and Maria Chaudhary where the pain is shared, suffering is never enough, love is unrequited and the past is following like a ghost to wreck them, the story of being destroyed in love, Fanaa.

⚠️ This is a dark romance with a walking red flag (aka a toxic playboy) and a forced marriage. If this is your first playboy story, please have realistic expectations = this ain't a Disney prince. Players don't change overnight. They don't fall at first sight. But when they fall... they fall hard. Want soft boys and sunshine love? Cute. But this isn't the book for you. He was poison in human form. And she was the antidote he never knew he was as in need of. Advika was forced to marry Commander Ranjeet Singh, the kingdom's most feared commander but also a fuckboi. The marriage was punishment for her brother's betrayal and royal couple ran away scandal. He made it clear he wouldn't change. He wouldn't love her. He wouldn't even care. So one day, she stopped caring too. That's when everything changed. The playboy who wanted different woman everyday now only beg only for his wife.

Alina Windsor embarks on the post-graduation trip she's always dreamed of, but she never imagined she'd meet someone like Kingston Romano. As they grow closer during the vacation, she finds herself unexpectedly tied to him with a ring. Following a drunken error, Alina hastily returns to the United States without realizing she just tied the knot with a powerful figure. The twist? Her new spouse happens to be the leader of the Italian mafia, and she's now his queen. ❝ Here's the thing Princess, you and that tight little p*ssy of yours is mine. I've owned every little inch of you since saying I Do ❞

Anastasia Rosalie Cora is thrown into a world of lust, sin and unholy acts. For a 21 year old college student , she's sure experienced more than most girls would. Reece Alexander , a married man and ceo of a first class New York airline. A man that grabs attention without trying. His only flaw was falling for a woman who was not his wife. Anastasia was special to Reece - for various reasons. Warning Major plot twistsss Age gap Adultery Smut (graphical)- if you can't handle SEX scenes then please skip those. Fluff Angst Slow burn Toxic characters and traits Mentions of abuse (physical, emotional and mental) - not the fanfic version

I drink hard, I play hard, I f*ck hard and I thrive hard in everything I do. I am care free. I use women like toilet papers. I don't care who gets hurt and why they get hurt. And I proceed to live happily. But my problem started when a f*cking Muslim bitch came to live next door. I have to keep my music low because the bitch has to sleep, I have to keep my f*cking inside the apartment because she couldn't soil her eyes. Well, guess what? I don't. People don't mess with me for a reason and this bitch is about to find it out. I am Robert or Rob. Whatever you choose to call me. I need a break from life. My step father kicked me out of the house for refusing to marry the man he choose for me. That is least of my problems. My problem is Rob, the moron who play heavy metal music all night, make out in the open and does a lot of things that is making my life a difficult one. He is too dangerous. He can completely destroy me. Yet..... Can life be anything but cruel? I am Amira and I about to find out. ****************************** I set to destroy her yet I destroyed myself - Rob I meant to change him and became a changed woman - Amira ************************** Please also read "A flower From Heaven (Zahra)", the story of Zainab and Stuart, the billionaire. The rogue Assassin , story of Safia, the doctor and John who kill for a living.