Johanna Duke of Sutherland lives a pretty normal university life, but when she's forced to marry the prince of Gavaria to solve a political conflict, things get far more challenging at school. *** To keep the freedom she enjoys away from her family's royal life, and to maintain the peace between Sutherland and Gavaria, Johanna is told to fulfill one duty to the crown: Tie the knot with Prince Dominic Winchester, a man who takes his duties too seriously. Their marriage was planned, but life after the wedding? No, definitely not! Much to Johanna's disappointment, Dominic packs his bags and moves to Sutherland. Worse, he joins her at Langhorn University, where she's been keeping her royal life a secret, and she's adamant to do the same for their marriage. For a while, they live their separate lives at school and avoid each other at home. But while Dominic gains everyone's adoration, Johanna loses control of her secrets, which is made worse by the mysterious blogger who claims to be Dominic's wife. Somewhere between the complex university life, family political dramas, and odd shared interest for late-night cemetery tea parties, Johanna and Dominic discover a new understanding of each other. Perhaps... maybe... they can make this work? But after a tragic loss and the discovery of a big family secret, Johanna and Dominic have to decide if fighting for each other is worth defying duty to family and country.

***The wrong girl is sometimes The Right One.*** Charlotte Samuels thought she'd be stuck waiting tables at Marlow's until all her debts are paid off-in about ten thousand years or so. She definitely didn't expect a marriage proposal from the arrogant Brandon Maxfield who was blackmailed by his father to make her his wife if he didn't want his least favorite cousin to run Maxfield Industries. Charlotte's instinct was to say HELL NO! but she's stumped by a few obstacles: 1.) His old man Martin Maxfield is dear to her heart and has been recently deteriorating in health. 2.) She gets a million dollars if she stays married to Brandon for a year. 3.) She would rather like the opportunity to teach the attractive but awfully rude man a few lessons he didn't think he needed from a 'teenage gold-digger' which was his term of endearment for her on their first date-er, business meeting. So what's a girl got to do, right? Sure, she's young and a little rough around the edges but there's something her would-be husband didn't know about her yet-she's nothing like he ever expected. Thrust into the glitzy world a standard-issue Mrs. Maxfield would fit perfectly and rule with impeccable social grace, Charlotte will either have to force herself into the mold or break free of it, risking what little she has left for everything that she can gain. *** Copyright © 2014 by Nina Tippett. All rights reserved. No part of this document may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording, or otherwise, without prior written permission of Nina Tippett. This is a work of fiction. All of the characters, organizations, and events portrayed in this novel are either products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Images, music and videos used in the cover art and any of the multimedia content posted in this story are the sole property of their respective owners.

Vedha was holding her baby in her arms, her back resting against the inclined hospital bed adjusted for her comfort. The baby was nursing at her breast, tiny gulps filling the quiet room. Slowly, she leaned forward and kissed the baby's forehead. She touched her daughter's tiny hands and feet, still in disbelief that this life had been growing inside her just hours ago-and now, here she was, her newborn nestled in her arms, suckling gently, a moment of pure, painful beauty cradled in her arms. "You are filth... an unwanted filth in my life," Vedha whispered. With that, she jolted awake. She was alone in her hospital bed, the dream fading into the sterile scent of the hospital room. Her mother, Radha, who had been sitting in the chair beside her, panicked at the sudden movement. "Vedha, what happened?" she asked anxiously. Vedha, still dazed, shook her head slowly. She glanced down at her breast-it was leaking milk. Her breasts felt swollen and painful. Her body had begun to produce milk. Even though she had rejected motherhood, her body hadn't. "Amma, look at this. Do something," Vedha said, her voice edged with discomfort. The urgency in her daughter's voice snapped Radha out of her thoughts. She nodded and said, "Wait, I'll ask the doctor," before hurrying out of the room. Inside the doctor's cabin, Radha explained the situation. The doctor listened patiently and then said, "Since you're already a mother of two, I don't need to explain to you the importance of breastfeeding. Try to convince her husband to bring the baby, even if just for a few days. It will ease her pain and be good for the child. If feeding isn't an option, we'll have to start medication to stop the milk production. The choice is yours now." Radha nodded thoughtfully and left the room. She had made up her mind to speak to Arjun-one last time.

Falling for Rashid Hamidi was dangerous. He was older, powerful, and a ruthless heir to an empire built on secrets and blood. Soumya was innocent, shy, and a people pleaser. She knew her feelings for the heir of Hamidi Enterprises were hopelessly one-sided. Yet, desire doesn't obey reason. What began as an innocent crush soon spiraled into something more. She thought she knew him-but she barely scratched the surface. What happens when he reciprocates her feelings? She might not have any choice but to run. Can she escape the man who has already claimed her heart? This story will pull you into a whirlwind of love, betrayal, and heartbreak. What happens when the one you once longed for becomes the one you fear the most? 💔 When power, danger, and desire collide-will she survive his world, or will he destroy hers? 💔 ✨ Perfect for fans of dark romance, possessive billionaires, dangerous mafia and high-stakes forbidden love! ✨

𝗔𝗻𝘀𝗵 𝘅 𝗗𝗲𝘃𝗶𝗸𝗮 "kyun kar rahe hain aap aisa ? Mera haath chhod dijiye, please!" she cried, her voice trembling as tears streamed uncontrollably down her cheeks. "Just shut your mouth and marry me," he growled without even glancing at her, his voice cold and final. Her body shivered at his tone. "M..mujhe dard ho raha hai," she whispered through sobs, the pain in her voice halting him for a moment. He turned to look at her-just for a second. Then, without a word, he lifted her into his arms. Startled, she instinctively wrapped her arms around his neck. "Tumhari behen ki galti ki saza tum bhugtogii." His voice was low, bitter. And then he carried her straight to the pavilion. --- He never wanted love. He just needed a wife to fulfill a compulsion-a condition he couldn't ignore. But when his would-be bride ran away, he dragged her elder sister, Devika, into his storm. Devika, an abandoned bride herself, already struggling with her failing health, had no strength left to resist. She had stopped dreaming long ago. But fate had other plans. Read the story of two broken hearts-Abhay, driven by rage and responsibility, and Devika, drowning in silence and sorrow. Will their unwilling bond destroy them further? Or will they become the light that chases away each other's darkness?

He insulted her and called her names in front of all they called their own. He didn't care of their friendship of years nor that of their fathers. He just walked out, leaving a letter letting all know she deserved all of it for betraying him. A betrayal she wasn't even aware of. Her only fault, her silent love of years for him was out to all and he believed it to be the reason of his sorrow. Irony, no one believed her and since that day she changed . She was no longer the girl with most beautiful smile, she was the one who stopped trusting, the one who hated being approached. She became a loner , removed all from her lives and then they meet again....

"I maybe a flirt. A big spoil and adrift. Dating maybe is my hobby. I'm maybe of all girls but you..you Aabia Jahan Ahmad are mine. Only Mine." Shahmir Siddiqui. "I maybe different of all girls. I maybe a big challenge for you. You maybe of all girls but not mine. And I'm only for the one I choose but not for you. I'm never yours. Will never be yours." Aabia Jahan Ahmad. "I want someone's love. Someone I can call mine. I want to be someone else's. But maybe there is no one for me to say I'm yours Shams." Shams waqas Ali. "You look everywhere except me. You see everything but not me. You are finding love but you can't see the love I'm hiding in my heart. You want someone to be yours but you are not listening me. My heart its always saying I'm yours. Only yours Shams." Zarnish Hammad Ahmad ★★★ Meet Aabia Jahan Ahmad sweet bubbly and naughty girl. She knows how to live life. Her life was simple full of smiles and laughter with her siblings and best friends. Her life was going on its track when suddenly someone jumped in to disturb it. Meet 27 years old Shahmir Siddiqui CEO of Shah group of companies. A spoiled person . The only son of Shah Siddiqui. All bad habits can be seen in him. Dating,flirting,clubs and smoking everything bad could be in his list. He never want to listen from anyone. All he wants he gets it. Nothing is far from his reach but what happen when for the first time a girl say no to him. His ego hurt. The big challenge of his life . Aabia Jahan Ahmad.. But will challenge will take him to some other way which is called love!! Zarnish with cute and bubbly nature but with hidden love for Shams her cousin. Shams who dreamed about the girl name Aabia but fate has its own plans. Four lives,emotions,love hate,and marriages. Where this love and hate will take them.?? Tap the read button to read the rest of the story.

Tessa Baker needs to break away from her overbearing and overprotective family, and the best way to do that is to take a job as far away as possible. She wants to be taken seriously, and that means beating them at their own game by succeeding where they thought she would fail. The only snag is her handsome boss, who has the potential to derail all her plans by stirring up feelings that weren't on the agenda. Josiah Shaw wants a capable, low-key manager who won't chase him and whom he doesn't want to chase. Tessa fits the bill perfectly, or so he thought. His life hasn't always been sunshine and roses, but now that he's found stability, he wants to hold on to it. Falling in love when least expected with a woman who wants to spread her wings and fly is not in the game plan. Can Tessa offer Josiah stability and still fly? Can Josiah learn that change can lead to exciting possibilities?

Zaina Aziz is the popular high school girl. She may have the charisma of a mean girl but breaking the stereotypes she is also an academic weapon. That is until the new, quiet boy, Aariz Sheikh takes her place. From there, it is a cut-throat competition of scores, games, schemes, betrayal and love. Until one of them lose, leaving both of them miserable in the game of scores. Six years later, they cross paths again at a wedding where they end up being forced into their own marriage. Aariz is out for revenge but Zaina will stop at nothing to grovel and win him back. What will succeed in the games this time, love or revenge? "He was a game for her- a tragically beautiful game." Tropes: Zaina X Aariz Part-I • Academic Rivals • Popular Girl X New Boy • High School / Collage Romance • He fell first and harder • Betrayal • Enemies to Lovers Part-II • Marriage of Convenience • Secret Marriage • Second Chance • FMC Grovelling • Boss X Intern • Intense Slow Burn |Green Flag MMC | Strong FMC| No Toxic Drama | Found Family| No cheating | Standalone | Chaotic Cousins | School life fun | Friendships | happy ending - IMPORTANT! : This story can be read in 2 orders : 1. Part (0) --> Part (I) --> Part (II) If you want to read their school life as a flashback in the middle. (2) Part (I) --> Part (0) --> Part (II) If you wish to read in sequence of the events. I'd suggest this order for those interested in school life stories.

I cradled him tenderly against my chest, his tears falling into the gentle folds of my kurta's neckline. "Nayan," I whispered. He only tightened his grasp on my waist, his silence speaking volumes. The thought of revealing my knowledge of his love, the woman who had long held my husband's heart, felt suffocating. But I remained silent, savoring the warmth of our first tender touch, our first embrace, as I held him to his vulnerability.