The Federation's strongest weapon is breaking. Commander Sky Wongravee - a Triple-S Alpha - burns everything in his path. No Omega can survive him. No system can contain him. Until one does. Nani Hirunkit wasn't sent to save him. He was sent to control him. A rare Omega. A living conduit. A solution the Federation never intended to explain. But some power cannot be suppressed. Some instincts refuse to obey. And when fire finally meets something it recognizes- it doesn't calm. It chooses. In a world where bonds are weaponized and loyalty is conditional, the question is no longer who belongs to who- but what happens when a monster learns restraint... for only one person.

A murder. A memory blurred by trauma. A face that refuses to fade. Nani believes Sky Wongravee is responsible for his mentor's death. He just can't prove it. Now, forced into a legal war against the most powerful man in the city, Nani must decide what matters more: Justice. Truth. Or the undeniable pull toward the one man he swore to destroy.

𝐈𝐧 𝐚 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐝𝐨𝐦 𝐫𝐮𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐀𝐥𝐩𝐡𝐚𝐬, 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐥 𝐢𝐬 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐚 𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐟𝐚𝐭𝐞. 𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐚𝐧 𝐀𝐥𝐩𝐡𝐚 𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐬 𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐲-𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐠𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐬, 𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐎𝐦𝐞𝐠𝐚. King Sky Wongravee, heir to the throne, had always followed the rules. But on his twenty-third birthday, his thread glows for someone unexpected - a commoner Omega, Nani Hirunkit. The kingdom is outraged. A villager Omega is unworthy to stand beside the king. The elders demand a union to produce an heir, but whispers, judgment, and unspoken pressure weigh heavily on Nani's shoulders. Nani respects Sky, even admires him - but he is terrified. Not of the king's strength, but of his own heart. How can a lowborn Omega hope to belong to a king? How can he allow himself to love, when every noble in the court believes he does not deserve the throne - or the king's heart? Sky is gentle. He never forces Nani, never commands him, and never betrays his trust. Yet love is not something that can be ordered. And for an heir to be born, it must grow naturally, freely, and fully in Nani's heart. As whispers turn to scrutiny and the court watches every interaction, Nani must confront his fear, self-doubt, and the chains of society. Will he learn to trust Sky? Will he learn that love cannot be stolen, but can be given? Warnings ⚠️ Emotional neglect (from society/court, not Sky) ⚠️ Self-doubt, anxiety, class inferiority ⚠️ Court gossip, judgment, and social pressure ⚠️ Arranged marriage, political tension Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. All characters are 18+ and any resemblance to real people is purely coincid

⊹ ࣪ ﹏𓊝﹏𓂁﹏⊹ ࣪ ˖ One spy. Three monsters. A mission destined to go up in flames. Nani is a spy with a death wish. His targets? Sky, Dew, and Tee, the three most dangerous men in Thailand. His mission?Infiltrate the most feared trio in Thailand and burn their empire to the ground. Sky- the silent, dangerous center of the storm. He never needs to raise his voice to command a room... or Nani's heartbeat. Dew- a man who treats murder like a hobby and kindness like a sin. The first to threaten Nani's life... and the first to shield him from a bullet. Tee- the psychological executioner. He specializes in breaking souls, but he's found something in Nani he'd rather keep whole. Nani knew the mission would be suicide. He didn't know it would be a slow seduction into the dark. Every day in their world is a test of survival. Every mistake feels fatal. And after every threat, Nani is calling his handler, cursing him out, swearing he's aborting the mission. But every night, he sinks deeper into the web. Somewhere between violence and chaos, the lines begin to blur. A touch feels like a sin. A glance burns too long. A kiss feels like betrayal. What starts as infiltration slowly becomes something far more dangerous, attachment. When love feels like a liability and trust becomes a weapon, none of them know where this will lead. This is a story of lies, obsession, dark romance, and a found family built in blood. The mission was to destroy them. The reality is becoming one of them. ⊹ ࣪ ﹏𓊝﹏𓂁﹏⊹ ࣪ ˖

Silk and Cinders : Series #1 "Did you really think you could walk away?" My back slammed against the wall as he caged me in. "Answer me." I swallowed hard "I-i thought-" "You thought?" His gaze sharpened. "You thought you had a choice?" He stepped closer. Slowly. Deliberately. "Look at me." My gaze lifted, and my breath caught. His eyes-dark, unreadable, locked onto mine, drowning me. "Tell me" he whispered "did this marriage ever fucking matter to you?" I flinched. Silence. For a moment, nothing. No expression. No sound. Just him. Watching. Calculating. Then, his hand snaked around my waist, dragging me into him until my chest crushed against his. My pulse spiked. "You wanted to leave, right?" His fingers trailed up my spine- slow, deliberate, sending shivers down my entire body. They stopped at the back of my neck. With a firm yank, he pulled me even closer, our lips nearly brushing. "This" his knuckles traced my temple, feather-light "-this mind? It doesnt get to think about leaving me." His thumb pressed against the rapid pulse on my throat. "And this?" His voice dropped further, dark with promise. "This pulse? It races for me. Every.single.beat. Mine." His hand glided down, stopping over my heart. "And this?" His finger tapped against it "this heart? Every. Damn. Beat. For. Me. These breaths? Mine. Your entire fucking existence?" His grip tightened. "Mine." I shivered. His arms locked around my waist. He leaned in, his lips hovering over mine. "Whose man am I?" My breath hitched. "Whose. Man. Am. I. Mi alma?" "M-mine." I whispered. "Good. Remember that. And learn to hold on to what's already yours. Trust us. Not the lies they feed you." ___ Two souls. Two scars. Different worlds. But fate had other plans. When destinies intertwine through an unwanted bond, will love bloom, or will they burn each other down?

#3 in The Shaktawat Sisters | Can be read as a STANDALONE • Kavyapriya Kanwar Shaktawat X Anubhav Singh Vaghela • Fighting cases in the courtroom is common for every advocate as breathing is for every living being . The advocates use the knowledge gained during their learning phase in the optimum manner for the upliftment of the society and take the pledge of delivering justice to the innocent is the fundamental duty of their job when they wear their black coats and march towards the courtroom carrying the responsibility of law and justice. The real test begins when that particular case reflects back your past experiences testing you emotionally and mentally but you can't back off as the duty lies on your shoulder to fight and provide justice. This story revolves around Kavyapriya Kanwar Shaktawat (26), a prominent advocate specialist in dealing with crime cases whose chance to lose a case is 0% when she fight against others but when it comes to Anubhav Singh Vaghela (26) ,it turns out to be 50-50. What happens when she finds out that one particular case is actually bringing back traumatic memories of her rival? Will she be able to help him to overcome his past and if yes, will she pay back by breaking herself into pieces in the process of healing him.

Previously known as " Ulfat:- A Joonuniyat Phase Of Love " Thirst of Revenge, Repayment of all those one's who snatched their Home and Love, Longingness of those lover who were lost somewhere in this world. Everything is going to be fulfill in this life. " Humari kahani abhi khatam nahi hui hei, abhi bohot kuch honeko baaki hei....." ~ " कर्म भी यहाँ और भोग भी यहाँ " Tropes ▫️Mafia romance ▫️Mystry-thriller ▫️Enemies to lovers ▫️Stalker ▫️Past secrets ▫️Second chance ▫️Dark romance ▫️Heartbreak ▫️College love ▫️Royal love Follow me on insta ( starry_moinlight24 ) for spoilers.

𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐒𝐡𝐚𝐲𝐚𝐫𝐢, 𝐇𝐞𝐫 𝐒𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐬 𝐒𝐡𝐞'𝐬 𝐚 𝐧𝐨-𝐟𝐢𝐥𝐭𝐞𝐫, 𝐜𝐚𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐞-𝐟𝐮𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐥𝐦𝐨𝐬𝐭-𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐫. 𝐇𝐞'𝐬 𝐚 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐞𝐯𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐩𝐨𝐞𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐦 𝐛𝐞𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬. 𝐒𝐚𝐫𝐜𝐚𝐬𝐦 𝐦𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐩𝐨𝐞𝐭𝐫𝐲, 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐨𝐬 𝐦𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐦-𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫, 𝐛𝐨𝐭𝐡 𝐡𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐮𝐧𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐧 𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐬. 𝐖𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐚 𝐯𝐨𝐢𝐜𝐞, 𝐨𝐫 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐬𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐤𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐚𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭? 𝐀 𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐰𝐢𝐭, 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐬, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐨𝐞𝐭𝐫𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞.🖤🥀

|| Rudransh Singh Rathore|| 27. CEO of Rathore Enterprises. The name that echoes fear in boardrooms and underworlds alike. The most powerful mafia alive-lethal, ruthless, and dangerously composed. With anger that burns beneath his cold stare and a presence that commands silence, he's arrogance dressed in tailored suits. An untouchable storm-unforgiving to the world, but a silent protector to his own. For his family, he becomes the softest armor; for the rest, he is destruction wrapped in elegance. 🦋 || AANYA AGRAWAL || 23. A dreamer wrapped in pastels, pursuing her Master's in Drawing and Painting. Hopes to paint the world with her own art studio someday. The kind of soul who dances in the rain and loses herself in books. Sweet as a lullaby to those who treat her right, but a storm in heels to those who don't. Loves fiercely-her family is her world, and her two best friends, her anchors. Her brother guards her like royalty, and to him, she'll always be his little princess. RUDRANSH x AANYA Two souls, worlds apart. He's chaos in control-sharp edges, cold stares, and darkness cloaked in power. She's soft sunshine-paint-stained fingers, twirling to music only she can hear. They say opposites attract-but this? This is fate colliding with fire. Watch them clash, crumble, and fall in a love stitched with sparks, sass, and sweet little nok-jhok. Stay tuned. Their story is anything but ordinary. - your author, Eleena🦋 Where chaos meets calm, and storms fall for sunsets. I write love, with a touch of fire. Stay tuned.✨️ Started : 12 January 2024 Ongoing ....

"𝐼𝑛 𝑎 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑙𝑑 𝑓𝑢𝑙𝑙 𝑜𝑓 𝑚𝑜𝑜𝑛𝑠, 𝑠ℎ𝑒'𝑠 𝑚𝑦 𝑠𝑢𝑛." 𝘿𝙞𝙮𝙖 𝙎𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙢𝙖 is kind, too kind and strong in the way that makes people forget she bleeds too. Love was never expected, only endurance. So when her father asked her to marry she nodded... not out of hope, but habit. 𝙑𝙚𝙙𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙈𝙖𝙡𝙝𝙤𝙩𝙧𝙖, grew up in a home that taught him how to build empires but never taught him how to ask for a hug. Marriage was never part of the plan until a hospital room, a fading pulse, and the one man he could never disappoint whispered a final wish. Neither expected warmth. Neither expected understanding. And they definitely didn't expect comfort in each's other's silence. A tale of quiet yearning- an arranged marriage where silence becomes a language and love sneaks in when no one's looking. - M 💌