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Everyone hates her,even her family...She is used to it. She moves into the new school and town...AGAIN. But at the first day,she meets a guys-group,and puts one of them in place without being scared to talk to this jerk. She gets the another level of Respect. BUT its not the only thing that is different,the guys group and their friends seems to have a strange energy-paople are scared of them and respect them.But normalpeople don't have this attitude,don't get people terriefied and most importantly don't have this energy...and something seems wrong with them...they have a huge SECRET. The whole school has...

She married him because he tasted like honeymilk... Ruru, a mischievous alien stranded on Earth, ends up marrying the tastiest man in the village, literally. Her strange ability lets her taste humans through touch, and Shian's flavor? It was addictive, sweet like honeymilk. Shian, the unlucky village boy she claimed as her husband, believes she's just a clumsy city girl with odd habits. He has no idea she's hiding powers, secrets... and a plan to leave when her people come to take her home. But what happens when the snack she married becomes the only person she can't let go of? When her secret slips? When the villagers call her a monster? When fate tries to tear them apart? Will Shian still love her? How far will he go to protect her? _________________________ Tropes : *Alien wife x human husband * Gremlin Predator x Cute prey *Protective FL x gentle ML Updates on every Friday ❤️ (Cover is made by @VeraChendra)

Have you heard of a bride rejecting a groom without giving a reason on their very first meet? She did. Meet the bride, Ishita Vardhan. An independent, short-tempered, and allergic to unnecessary drama. Her life runs on her schedules, her decisions, and her zero tolerance for disturbance. Until... Enter the groom, Gautham Raghav. Her man by arrangement, but troublemaker by choice. Charming, irritatingly persistent, and with zero respect for "Do Not Disturb." He loves being around her, showing up uninvited, and claiming their relationship's rights at the worst possible moments. Between Ishita's burning glares and Gautham's playful antics, their arranged marriage turns into a hilarious battlefield of sarcasm, unexpected romance, and embarrassing drama. Because sometimes, love doesn't bloom at first sight... it barges in after marriage, steals your Wi-Fi, and introduces itself as your destiny. And not every arranged marriage is scary. Their story proves it.

BASED ON TRUTHS GIRLS RARELY CONFESS AND DRAWN FROM OBSESSIONS DARKER THAN FICTION, THIS STORY WALKS THE RAZOR'S EDGE BETWEEN DESIRE AND DESTRUCTION. He's too old. too dangerous. too obsessed. but he found her. and he's never letting go. alessia has lived in silence - quiet, invisible, forgotten. until leo. he sees her. wants her. owns her. He watched her sleep. Tracked her online. Erased anyone who got too close. Now he's in her life, and he doesn't care if it's wrong. Sometimes he dreams of her moaning his name... before she's even kissed him. Age gap? YESSSS. Obsession? YESSS. Consent? Slippery. This isn't romance that heals. It's hunger that claws under your skin, a love that feels intoxicating until it turns suffocating. It whispers in the dark: "You were mine before you ever looked at me." Dark romance collides with psychological terror. What Leo does to Alessia doesn't only exist in fiction - it's the kind of manipulation and control that hides behind closed doors in real life. Read if you crave broken girls, dangerous men, possessive obsession, emotional ruin, and control disguised as care. But remember: every touch has a price. Every promise hides a trap. And once you fall into his world, there is no way back. Not soft. Not sweet. Not safe. This isn't a love story. It's a mind game. 🖤 New chapters every Monday 🖤

He placed a file of marriage papers on the counter, sliding a pen across to her. His dark, sharp eyes locked on her every move. "Tarsou ge tum , tumhe uska deedar bhi naseeb na hoga.... Khwaaisch he meri ke tumhara pyaar kabhi poura na hoga"........ {"You will long for him, yet you will never get to see him... My wish is that your love is never fulfilled."} Aayesha said with a deep hatred filled in her eyes. "Mohabbat , dua aur baddua sirf kitabi bate he..... Haqeeqat mai iska koi wajoud nahi...... Zaya hojayegi tumhari Mohabbat ki talash........ Jab badlegi meri caahat, junnon me sirf tumhe pane ki"....... {"Love, prayers, and curses exist only in books... In reality, they have no meaning... Your search for love will go in vain... For when my desire changes, my obsession will be only to have you."} "Sign it. Now. The sooner you do, the sooner this becomes official." "This is not a pure love story. It's a cursed tale, where a haunted past shattered them, destiny entwined their paths, and fate gave them a chance-however fleeting."

1990s~ Happiness. What does it mean? If someone had asked me this question, I would say it's when tears fall freely from your eyes, and a big smile is plastered on your face-when you don't know how to describe the feeling, the eruption of a literal volcano in your heart. That is a joy that comes from deep satisfaction. And I can see that clearly on her face-Rajkumari Ahana ji-as she looks at her man with a deep sense of love in her eyes. Her man, Arup ji, just wants to hold her in his arms as they announce their wedding to the whole kingdom. I clap for them as joyful dancing begins in the big hall. Commoners and royals alike are dancing together. Why not celebrate? It's the announcement of a wedding between the Rajkumari of Malana and a commoner-or I would say, a pottery maker. A tear of happiness rolls down my cheek without me knowing, as I feel their love to the core of my being. It was a great task for me to unite them. It feels good to see others happy. I feel like I've experienced this before, just like the Rajkumari. I gaze at the people of the whole kingdom dancing and singing. But suddenly, more tears roll down my cheeks... My gaze fixes on a man who is looking at me with the same expression as I'm looking at him... Shock, vulnerability-like a thunderbolt passes through our hearts at the same time. My grip on my lehenga tightens when I see his tears falling the same way as mine. He is the same man who comes to me in my dreams... Whose face is carved in my heart... Whose picture I draw on the ground while sitting by our old riverbank. How? Because I have never seen this man before... but he is real!~ _______________________________

In the corridors of the elites, where wealth and power reigns supreme. A young woman's journey to the top becomes a quest for love, identity, and survival where a forbidden connection is formed. Two bodies, one soul. The stakes rise, So do tension builds. As they dived deeper into the mysteries of each other's souls, they must face the conspiracies that threaten to separate them. Will the unbounded love be strong enough to overcome the challenges, or will the pressures from manipulation and societal status force them apart? Dive with me into this timeless tale of love, obsession, and heartbreak. What will be their fate? Let's see how this story unfolds.