Atharv Surya Pratap Singh Rana - the future King of Ajmer and the dynamic captain of the Indian Cricket Team. Born with everything - a royal legacy, a loving family, loyal friends, and the kind of success people only dream of. Calm in the toughest storms and fierce when needed, his leadership is legendary. Love, however, was a myth to him - an unnecessary distraction. The calmer he seemed, the more deadly he could be when provoked. But a promise made to his dying grandfather threw him into an unexpected bond - a marriage with a girl he barely knew, someone who would change everything he thought he knew about life. Shishtha Ahlawat - if sunshine were a person, it would look like the young princess of Suryagarh. The second heir to the throne, but the first when it came to wisdom and grace. When her elder sister fled on her wedding day, it was Shishtha who stepped forward, placing her family's honor above her own dreams. But in doing so, will she ever find her own happiness? Read the blooming royal romance of Atharv and Shishtha - a story of duty, destiny, and a love they never saw coming. #DesireBook2 - where promises spark unexpected beginnings. Updating-every alternate days sometimes consecutive too #15 royalty trending #3 queen of hearts

At twenty, Melody Sinclair is a quiet, gifted ballerina with few friends and too many bullies. Ballet is her escape-until her instructor's sudden accident brings in He Yu Zhang, a mysterious, celebrated dancer with a gaze that lingers too long. What Melody doesn't know is that He Yu has been watching her for months, studying her every move from just across the street. To him, she is perfection-and he will do anything to have her. As he pulls her deeper into his world, Melody mistakes obsession for protection...until she realizes the most dangerous stage is the one he's set for her.

Demetria Howard has spent her life in sunlit halls, hidden behind silk curtains and soft smiles. In Elyria, she is the Porcelain Princess - pretty, harmless, forgettable. A girl made for treaties and tea, not thrones and war. Then the North comes. Válhir's armies crash against Aureline's golden walls, and the war everyone thought would never touch them arrives with steel and fire. To save her kingdom, Demetria's father agrees to the one price the Savage King demands: His youngest daughter. As a bride. As tribute. Gunnar Hårek, King of Válhir, is twice her age and drenched in blood and legend. They call him the Wolf King, the butcher of three realms, the man the gods themselves don't dare cross. He does not believe in love, only loyalty. He does not take prisoners. Yet when he sees Demetria - trembling, furious, and so breakable in her pale dress - he decides one thing: He will not share her. Not with her kingdom. Not with the gods. Not even with her past. Dragged from a palace of sunlight to a fortress carved from ice and stone, Demetria must survive a husband who terrifies her, a court that wants her gone, and a land that eats the weak. But the longer she spends under the Savage King's gaze, the more dangerous her own heart becomes. Because monsters are easy to hate. Men who bleed for you are not. This is a dark fantasy romance with a brutal Viking king, a sheltered princess, an age gap, and a marriage that begins as a bargain and turns into an obsession that could set the entire continent on fire.

The night the kingdom of Elaria burned, the stars hid behind smoke and sorrow. Princess Isabella watched flames devour the world she had always known-her home, her people, her family. The roar of battle drowned the lullabies of her childhood, and the clash of steel stole away the innocence she had once carried like a fragile crown. And at the heart of the chaos stood Adrian. Not the mysterious stranger who had once stolen her heart in the town streets, but the ruthless general of Draven, leading the assault with unyielding fire in his eyes. His sword cut down her guards, his orders shattered her gates, and his betrayal pierced her heart deeper than any blade. That night, Isabella's world ended. Her parents fell before her eyes. Her kingdom was lost. Her heart, once soft and unguarded, was broken beyond repair. But she survived. From the ashes of grief, she made a different kind of vow: never again would she be trapped in a life she could not control. She would flee, escaping the ruins of her past to find safety and a chance to live. Not as a warrior seeking vengeance, but as a soul seeking survival, a life reclaimed from the shadows of loss. And though she did not know it then, destiny would one day bring her face to face with the man who had destroyed her life. The man who would become both her greatest enemy... and the one love she could never escape.

"You truly are one special lady." Wallflowers symbolize a shy or excluded person at a dance or party, especially a girl without a partner. Victoria Blackburn lives a lonely and simple life. She is not like most ladies in London, and that is how she likes it. She does not want to be the centre of gossip, but a rumour about her and a lord she does not know well has been made up. Now her house at Lyne Avenue seems to be the place where everyone wants to be. Andrew Brompton is not liked by the ton, and when a rumour comes out, he does not bother about it. But he feels the need to protect the lady who is in the centre of attention, next to him. He discovers there is much more to her than he initially thought, and that mayhap all rumours are untrue. Will they be able to see through the superficial façade of rumours and brave the ton, or will they return to their quiet and uneventful life? Victorian Flower Series #2 Can be read as a stand-alone book.

When a sweet innocent Kat finds herself crossing paths with the dark and dangerous Renzo of the Boston mob she has no idea who she let into her life when she accepted help from the handsome man. Read this, and let the slow burn unravel. -Dark Romance- (Stand alone in: A Shade Darker series)

"Every step you take away from me only drives you closer to the brink of my madness. You belong to me, Winter. Any alternative reality or illusion you hope for- I will destroy them until your very existence is entwined with mine." -𝐈𝐯𝐚𝐧 𝐀𝐫𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐞 Eighteen-year-old Winter has always been a quiet shadow, a shy spy avoiding the perils of the spotlight. But when she's tasked with stalking five powerful Heirs, her carefully crafted invisibility shatters. Her mission is clear: erase their scandals, track their every move, and never draw attention. Yet, when she crosses paths with Ivan Arcane-the ruthless heir to one of the world's most powerful empires-everything changes. At first, Ivan saw her as dull and dependent, an insignificant watcher in the crowd. A beautiful doll to be kept locked and safe somewhere- an innocence belonging nowhere near him or his world. But when she makes one fatal mistake, he uncovers the sharp, wild mind she's concealed beneath fragile masks of pink and purples. Now, Ivan is obsessed, determined to dismantle her defenses and claim her as his own. And In a world where power rules, Winter is no longer the Hunter in the game -she's Ivan's fixation, a prey to a predator and he'll stop at nothing to change the very narrative of the fairy tale so the villain gets the girl in the end. REVIEWS This book is so consuming. My heart is unsteady since i read this chapter. I read it trice and i am stil recovering -neilavni_love I am blown away. WTF just happend? -meladeeee I think i seriously need to go for a check up. Why does my heart race so fast reading every fucking chapter? -amara_sullivan IVAN FUCKING ARCANE I love you so much baby -googleydodley So hot for what? -kookieshopes •CHECK LIST OF TRIGGER WARNINGS INSIDE• •4 YEAR AGE GAP• •DUAL POV•

| | Wattys 2025 Shortlist | | Ambys 2025 Grand Favorite | | Iris is the oldest of a group of orphans, working hard and without complaint to help bring in money to feed and clothe the younger children. Everybody knows and loves her. She wants nothing more than a normal, safe life―but war looms on the horizon, threatening her plans. Char is a dragon and a certified troublemaker. He and his brother are a pain in their commanding officer's side and a favorite at parties, especially among the girls. But when Char's familiarity with humans earns him a routine scouting mission, he meets Iris―and finds more trouble than he ever expected. She's suddenly at the center of a war, shackled with a magical amulet she doesn't understand and can't control. He's too impulsive to stay out of the tangled web tightening around her, even if that means lying to his brother and risking his life to keep her out of the hands of a psychotic mage. Nowhere is safe. Nothing is normal. And Iris may hold the power to end the war and save them all. ***** A Song and a Storm: Book One

❝𝐀𝐝𝐯𝐚𝐢𝐭 𝐬𝐢𝐬𝐨𝐝𝐢𝐚 & 𝐌𝐢𝐤𝐬𝐡𝐚 𝐒𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐚❞ I should not feel anything for someone who is my enemy, someone who has caused me so much pain that the very thought of him should fill me with nothing but rage and bitterness. Yet, against all logic, I feel it-I feel the heat rising beneath my skin . The mere idea of his touch sends shivers down my spine, igniting sensations that I desperately want to ignore. This isn't right. I shouldn't crave the presence of someone I despise, but my body betrays me, responding to him in ways that my mind fiercely rejects. He stands so close that his breath fans across my face, warm and intimate, stirring emotions that I refuse to acknowledge. A slight movement is all it would take for our lips to meet, for this unbearable tension to shatter into something far more dangerous. His hands are braced on either side of my head, trapping me, yet he doesn't need to touch me to make me feel trapped. His body hovers just out of reach, yet I can sense him, every inch of him, as if the air itself is an extension of his presence. I shouldn't desire this man. I shouldn't want to close the gap, to feel the press of his body against mine. I should be repulsed, disgusted by how my thoughts betray my hatred. But my body doesn't listen to reason , it yearns for what it shouldn't, driven by instincts I can't control. I despise him-my enemy- My rival-but the line between hatred and desire is blurring, and I'm terrified of which side I might fall on. {𝖠 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗇𝖽𝖺𝗅𝗈𝗇𝖾 } | | Mature content 18+| |

"Please Abhi ji... " she begged, her voice shaky, eyes searching his face for a flicker of mercy. She stepped back until the wall stopped her escape, her chest rising and falling rapidly. She could see it in his eyes-he was angry. But his voice? Too calm. Too controlled. And that scared her more than his rage ever could. He took another step forward, calm as ever, as if he wasn't burning inside. "Jaana, dar kyun rahi ho? Main kuch nahi karunga. Mat daro," he said smoothly, but the coldness in his gaze betrayed the lie behind his soft tone. (Darling, why are you scared? I won't do anything. Don't be afraid.) Her voice broke, laced with panic. "Aapne vada kiya tha... ki aap mujh par zabardasti nahi karenge," she reminded him, holding on to the last thread of hope. (You promised... that you wouldn't force yourself on me,) He smiled slightly, a calm too dangerous to trust."Aur Jaana, aapne bhi toh vada kiya tha ki aap apne boyfriend se kabhi nahi milengi. Aapne apna vada tod diya... ab meri baari " (And darling, you also promised that you would never meet your boyfriend. You broke your promise... now it's my turn.) His hands gripped her wrists and pressed them gently against the wall, not hurting her, but not letting her go either. Then, with a deliberate slowness, he leaned in and kissed her earlobe-sending a shiver down her spine. She squeezed her eyes shut, her heart pounding. She knew this wasn't about love. It was about control. Tropes: Grumpy × Sunshine He fell first, but she fell harder Possessive officer × innocent college girl Obsessed from the first glance Morally grey protector Touch her and you're dead Jealousy in uniform "Stay away from me" × "Make me" Danger disguised as devotion "I'm not good for you" × "I don't care" Trigger Warning: This story contains mature and sensitive themes including smut, manipulation, obsessive love, non-consensual scenes, and emotional/physical coercion .