On what should of been the happiest night of her life , Mia Thomas watches her world shatter. Maxwell Adams-her childhood best friend , her fated mate , her everything-publicly rejectes her in front of the entire Silver Crest Pack. His words cut deeper than any blade:"You were never strong enough to be Luna ." Heartbroken and humilated. Mia flees to Paris with nothing but .a mysterious letter from her late mother and a secret she never knew she carried. But when she arrives at the Paris Pack, everything changes. Daniel Laurent , the greving Alpha heir who lost his mate two years ago , recognizes something in Mia's silver eyes_something impossible. A second chance at the mate bond nethier of them thought they'd ever feel again. As their connection deeps , Mia discovers the truth: She's a Moon child , daugther of the Moon Goddess herself, with powers that could change everything. Powers that the rouge King Alex will kill to possess. Can Mia learn to control her abilities, open her heart again and face destiny she was born for? Because Maxwell's rejection wasn't the end of her story. It was only the beginning.

If Avantika had the power to make three of her wishes come true, she would only desire three things from her life: becoming part of the elite group of the college, hanging out with the elite group of the college, and enjoying life as part of the elite group of the college. She was obsessed. Why wouldn't she be? The girls of the so-called elite group are absolutely stunning and groomed well to become the following models and actresses. The boys of the group are aristocratic heir and hotter than the devils of hell. One of the boys, the leader of them, the undisputed alpha, Advait Sharma, is the one she had the biggest crush on. Advait was part of the group but not part of it simultaneously. Advait was the member and the leader, but no rules were applied to him. He was more than just a part of the group; he was a student leader and an intellectual, and he was already destined to become the next big thing in whatever path he chose. His presence was enough to make her go submissive in her bones; she never knew what was is it about him that she would suddenly become a delicate flower mentally prepared to be ruined by him; maybe it was his masculine aura, his dominating personality, and his sexy body. It's a sensuous, romantic, political story with future possibilities of arranged marriages and dark romance. Warnings - Mature Content Toxic protagonist Violence Invasion of privacy Controlling Forced Mental trauma Sexual content

"don't fall in love with me. i'm a devil." he warned. "i know. but still I want you." she smiled. "do you even know what a devil is?" he questioned. "an angel filled with pain." she kissed on his forehead two broken souls scarred with the wounds from their demons, playing a dangerous game of trust and love "I look at you, and it terrifies me. It terrifies me what I would do for you." .

When a woman is diagnosed with a terminal illness and is informed she only has six months left to live, she assumes that she will fade into oblivion upon her death. But when she wakes up, she finds that she is the fourth child to a prestigious noble family. With the memories of her old life still fresh in her mind, she is forced to navigate this new world even as three men set their eyes upon her with dark intentions.

"If you don't belong to me, Ayla, then why the fuck is your greedy, needy pussy already weeping for me?" His words hit me like a lightning strike, freezing me in place. How does he know that? "What?" he continued, his voice a low, taunting growl. "You think I can't smell your dripping arousal? So fucking eager for me." He grabs my neck. "Don't. Ever, Think you're the one in control, pretty girl" he growls. "The only person in control here is me. If I weren't, I would have violently fucked every single tight hole you have in front of everyone and you can't do anything about it." ............ Ayla has spent years as a maid, trapped in a relentless cycle of servitude after her cruel stepmother and stepsister, sold her off to different wealthy families like a piece of property. But when Damien Dante-a powerful billionaire-saves her from an abusive owner, she dares to hope her fate has changed. She was a fool. Hired as his maid, Damien has no intention of keeping their relationship strictly professional. He wants her in his home, in his bed, under his rules, and at his mercy...He wants her to be his. There's just one problem. To secure a critical business deal, Damien has to marry Amber...Ayla's wicked, scheming stepsister. If the world thinks a ring will keep him from claiming what's his, they've sorely underestimated Damien Dante. Because if Ayla can't be his in the light... he'll have her in the dark. And love? Damien doesn't believe in it. He takes what he wants, and what he wants is her-her body, her submission, her complete surrender. And the worst part? Ayla will surrender. Because she loves him, even as he prepares to marry her stepsister. By day, she will scrub the floors of their home. By night, she will writhe beneath him, as his dirty little secret, knowing she will never be enough. She belongs to him. But will he ever belong to her?

Eman Chaudary- A naive 18 year-old high school student. 
Arzal Malik- A 26-year-old accomplished business tycoon and a perilous Mafia Don. ...

"I will tell my api and bhai about you! Leave me!" Emaan, with her feet and hands tied, tried to get down from the bed.


"Oh really?" He squeezed her boobs lightly through her shirt.


"Yes. Then they're gonna punish you. Get away from me!"


"But they will punish you, baby."


"Mujhe kyun?" (Why would they punish me?)


"Kyun ke tum mere bistar pe ho, baby. Nobody will believe you. In fact, they will also not let you go to school anymore. Aur princess ko toh school jana bohat pasand haina?" (Because you're in my bed, baby. And princess really likes going to school, right?)


Emaan nodded while sobbing.


"Then just obey me. And I'll make you feel so good."


He took her lips into a kiss while his hand proceeded to make its way through her covered cunt.

A 1990 village live story based on childmarriage <3

AN EPIC HISTORICAL FICTION

""Do you think you can escape from me?" he asked, his voice low as he gently held her gaze. "Your heart may long for freedom, but you're bound by your choices." Her heart raced, caught between fear and an undeniable attraction. He leaned in, capturing her lips in a sudden kiss. Startled, she gasped, "A-Anurag," yearning for him to stop. He pulled away, searching her eyes. "Marry me, or your loved ones will suffer." Tears filled her eyes as she faced the man she once adored. The love she felt was now overshadowed by anger. "Loving you was my greatest mistake," she whispered, nodding reluctantly to his demand. Anurag's heart ached with turmoil. "I can't love her; I loved someone who betrayed me." As he walked away, both stood Tangled in a web of secrets and choices. Could love find a way back, or was fate determined to keep them apart?