𝐓𝐚𝐥𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐇𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬 & 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐉𝐮𝐝𝐚𝐬 Loyalty. It's a simple philosophy of virtue, worn thin by the world. In his hands, it is sacred- A creed carved in blood and obedience. A faith sharpened by order, tempered in the fire of command. Trust is demanded- forged beneath the weight of discipline, Bound by the concept of duty. But in hers, those words are fables- Tales spun by desperate men to keep obedience alive. Loyalty's a language of the desperate- spoken loudest by those too afraid to stand alone. Trust is a fool's game for those who've never bled. And right is wrong, wrong the only right in the chaos she was made for. They were born to opposite sides of the same war- two souls carved from a single wound, destined to bleed for different flags. They were meant to ruin each other quietly. Ruin. Ruin. Ruin and call it mercy. Call it duty. Never to find warmth in the ashes they made. Never to seek solace in what was made to destroy, what was meant to bring death. But fate... fate has never cared for intention- It placed his oath at the mercy of the woman he was trained to destroy, Placed her wrath in the hands of the only man who could ruin it. Steal her fury. Quiet her rage. Unravel the reason she drew breath. And he truly meant to do it- Every bit of it. Meant to ruin, To steal, To quiet, Unravel. He meant to bring justice, Bring justice and strike down a woman born of vengeance until fate intervened once more- Until, somewhere between the hunt and the havoc, he forgot to destroy and learned to worship instead. But worship's not enough to blunt her truth- hungry dogs are never loyal- not even to the palm they once adored. And even the devout, in the end, turn on their gods. 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒔𝒐𝒐𝒏...

[ON HOLD] "𝐃𝐮𝐬𝐡𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐤𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐚𝐭𝐡 𝐫𝐚𝐚𝐭 𝐧𝐚𝐡𝐢 𝐠𝐮𝐳𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞, 𝐤𝐲𝐚 𝐩𝐚𝐭𝐚 𝐤𝐚𝐭𝐚𝐥 𝐡𝐨 𝐣𝐚𝐚𝐲𝐞." 𝐈 𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐬𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐥𝐲, 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐬𝐦𝐢𝐫𝐤 𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐮𝐩 𝐨𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐥𝐢𝐩𝐬. "𝐏𝐚𝐫 𝐰𝐨 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐤𝐡𝐬 𝐤𝐲𝐚 𝐤𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐣𝐚𝐛 𝐰𝐨𝐡𝐢 𝐝𝐮𝐬𝐡𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐬𝐞 𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐪 𝐡𝐨 𝐣𝐚𝐚𝐲𝐞?" 𝐇𝐞 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐮𝐬𝐤𝐢𝐥𝐲 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐲 𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐨𝐛𝐞. *ੈ✩‧₊˚༺☆༻*ੈ✩‧₊˚ What happens when Richard Knight, the richest businessman in the United States dies in his own house? It disturbs the working of the entire nation, entangling six people in a web making them play the game of life and death. Maya D'Souza, the wife, Hayden Knight, the younger brother and Rajveer Singhania, the business rival are the prime suspects of this murder. Each of them having their own reasons, secrets and an image to protect but that's almost impossible when you have the entire FBI behind you and the world is enjoying the scandal of your life. Siddharth Grover, the head of FBI leading this inspection of the murder along with Riccardo D'Angelo and Olivia Forbes is hell bent to find the guilty and destroy their entire life before putting them behind the bars for life. On the other hand is Rysa Kapoor who would do anything to protect her best friend, Maya, even if it means she has to frame someone. But the question that remains is, Who Killed Richard Knight? "Shhh... wo ek Raaz hai."

𝐒𝐀𝐀𝐍𝐕𝐈 𝐊𝐀𝐏𝐎𝐎𝐑 A simple girl in her twenties. An event manager by passion, though her parents never truly supported her dreams. As the middle child, she grew up in the shadows of neglect, surviving on silent compromises and unspoken loneliness. Yet despite everything, she believed in love. Not the fairytale kind. Just the kind where someone finally chose her. But fate had cruelty stitched into its hands. One scandal. One marriage. And suddenly she became the wife of her best friend's elder brother... a man who looked at her like she was the ruin of his entire existence. The marriage she once dreamed of turned into a cage lined with silence, hatred, and broken promises. "The eyes that once held warmth for me now burned with so much hatred... it felt like they could burn me to ashes just by looking at me." 𝐃𝐄𝐕𝐑𝐀𝐉 𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐇 𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑 The eldest son of the Rathore family. Cold. Reserved. Dominating. The kind of man women dreamed about but could never truly reach. He was not heartbroken. He was simply incapable of love. Or at least, that's what he believed. Until her. Until the girl he never wanted became the only one capable of making him feel. But love, when poisoned by betrayal, becomes something far more dangerous than hatred. It becomes destruction. Revenge. A wound so deep that even love starts tasting like poison. 👑 A ruthless CEO who can't let go. 🔥 Enemies-to-lovers. Forced marriage. Royal secrets. Slow-burn desire. ⚠️ Disclaimer This story is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and events are products of the author's imagination and are not intended to resemble any real people or events. This book contains mature themes. Reader discretion is advised. This is my first book, and English is not my first language, so please bear with me and give this story a chance. I promise the secrets waiting ahead will be worth it. The first few chapters may fee

He looked into her eyes, a storm of emotion swirling behind his steady gaze. "You don't even know who I actually am," he said, his voice low, trembling just slightly. The fear was real-raw. The thought of her discovering the truth, of walking away once she knew... it haunted him. After so much struggle finally they are together. now..he couldn't afford to lose her. Not when she meant everything. But then, without flinching, she met his eyes and answered with a calm that carried weight. "And you don't know who I am... or what I did to you." There was fire in her voice, but also something darker something buried. He didn't understand. Still, she seemed so composed, like it didn't shake her. But it shook him. Because if his secret ever came to light, he was certain it would destroy everything between them. Their bond, their love gone in an instant. She stepped back slightly, her voice soft now. Almost too soft. "I just know I love you. That's it." And with that, she turned and walked away, leaving him standing there. But the fear didn't leave her. It stayed-settled in his chest, growing heavier by the second. Then, his phone rang. He glanced at the screen. That number again. His stomach twisted. He hesitated before answering. The moment the call connected, a cold, artificial voice spilled into his ear. "Just ten days left... and I will steal her from you." The voice was mechanical, distant-but filled with menace. Then came the laughter. Sharp. Cruel. Inhuman. His hands clenched into fists. Jaw tightened. Teeth grinding. Who was this mysterious man? What that Mysterious man about to do? And worse... what did she is hiding from him and what his identity which maybe destroy their relationship? Because now, it was clear-Isha wasn't the only one being kept in the dark. Both of them were hiding something. ⠀⠀✮ ⋆ ˚｡𖦹 ⋆｡°✩ Anirudha x isha Anisha

𐔌𝐌𝐔𝐐𝐀𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐋 𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐐 ~ 𝐀 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 .ᐟ ₊ ꒱ ✧─── ๋࣭ ⭑ - Dedicated to all my readers, ❝jinhone mohabbat to kar li par us chahat ka izhaar na kr sake...❞ ───✧ Written by Lily ★·🌷·

|18+| ❝Please...❞ I whimper. I don't even know if I'm begging him to stop or continue. ❝You asked for this.❞ He grunts, filling me up in one hard thrust, his hand flexing on my neck. ❝So be a good girl and see how deep I am.❞ ━━━━━━━ Lucy is the perfect example of sunshine and warmth. Rafaelle is the perfect example of gloominess and iciness. A professor and a student. Complete opposites. But it's common knowledge that opposites attract. ━━━━━━━ She traces my tattooed covered scar, a small smile on her lips. "I love this particular tattoo." Lucy compliments, lifting her head to look up at me. "That tattoo is older than you darling." ━━━━━━━ grumpy × sunshine trope has never been so good. (book three of the Blackwell series but can be read as a stand alone)

depraved - /dɪˈpreɪvd/ - morally corrupt; wicked. "You're obsessed with me," I breathe, fingers gripping the gun harder. "it's so pathetic." "Call me a fool instead," he says with a tilt of his head as he steps closer, the gun digging into his chest. "because I'm never letting you go." ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ They say all good boys go to heaven, and bad boys bring heaven to you but they never said anything about the boys who unleash hell upon the world just for you. ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ A Dark Mafia Revenge Romance. Book 1 in the Vows of Vengeance series. Can be read as a standalone. In the shadow, he watches. In the darkness, he waits. She's a fortress of steel and fire, he's the darkness that's seeped in, which she's unaware of the monster she's unknowingly ignited. She's the girl who's about to find out what hell looks like-and it's tailored perfectly for her in custom made suits and blood stained knuckles. As obsession becomes fixation, and fixation becomes possession, the lines between love and destruction blur. For years, he's watched, waited, and manipulated the shadows to bring her closer. His obsession is her greatest threat, and her love is his ultimate revenge. In a world of secret societies and sinister plots, they'll dance on the edge of destruction, bound by a toxic thread of desire and revenge. Will she be his salvation, or his downfall? 𝐇𝐞 𝐭𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐡𝐞𝐫. 𝐇𝐞 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐫. 𝐇𝐞'𝐥𝐥 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐮𝐩. Tropes: Dark mafia revenge romance, kidnapping, enemies to lovers, forced proximity, possessive devotion, obsessive MMC, mafia chaos, touch her and die, morally gray MMC, age gap 12 years, toxic heat, light dubcon, hate to love, mafia king who falls first, falls hard and loses what little sanity he had left, arranged marriage, open door, no cheating

Luken Hunt is a virgin. A 23 year-old, NHL-playing, star-forward virgin. He's spent years dodging the post-game parties, the groupies, the endless opportunities that come with being a pro athlete. He's too focused on hockey, too awkward, too... completely out of his depth when it comes to women. Then Brooklyn Launder walks into his life. Sharp, stunning, and absolutely off-limits, she's the sports reporter who's seen it all-cocky athletes, bad pickup lines, and men who think they can charm their way into her life. But Luken? He's different. And when a flustered interview of his goes viral, turning the league's most unapproachable player into everyone's favorite bashful hockey heartthrob, Brooklyn finds herself just as intrigued as the rest of the internet. So when he confesses he's never even been kissed properly, Brooklyn makes a proposition-a few lessons. Just to help him out. A kiss here, a little guidance there. Nothing serious. Until the first lesson turns into two. Then three. And suddenly, Luken is learning fast-not just how to kiss, but how to touch, tease, and drive Brooklyn absolutely insane. But with the media watching, a locker room full of relentless teammates, and a career that demands all of him, Luken has to decide if he's ready to risk it all-for the one thing he's never had. A slow-burn, forbidden, scorching-hot hockey romance where the shy, virgin hockey star gets the ultimate education-and the woman he never saw coming. 𓅷 [SMUT Warning] [18+ Mature Audiences] Don't copy my work I will find you 🔪 4/14/25 1 in #sports 1 in friendswithbenefits 1 in hockey 1 in badgirlgoodboy 1 in nhlhockey 1 in nhlfanficton

"We could just . . . *do it*, you know," he says now, teasingly. "Clear all that sexual tension up with one quick ten minute session?" I seriously hope he's joking, but I'm not certain he is. Either way, I can't prevent the exasperated huff of laughter that escapes my lips at those words. "You must be dreaming if you think there's *any* sexual tension between us," I scoff. "Anyway, I'd rather not be another notch on your bedpost, thanks very much." ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Ruby Rafferty has won the ultimate prize - a luxury holiday in Crete! In theory, it couldn't be more perfect - endless sun, Greek food, an unlimited free bar . . . There's only one problem. The man she has no choice but to share the prize with. Lewis Sheridan may be ridiculously attractive, but he is also cocky, cynical, and comes complete with his own specific set of red flags. He's everything Ruby has never wanted in a guy, and she's not sure she can survive *one* day alone with him, let alone ten. It's *fine*, though . . . Their suite is massive, the cocktails are flowing, and Ruby can't help but notice how handsome and charming the hotel manager is. If only he didn't think she and Lewis were already a couple . . . Will forced proximity push our vacationers closer or further apart? Can enemies really become lovers? And what will happen if anyone realises they're technically on holiday under false pretences? I guess we're about to find out . . . Cover by @jspromcoms

In a world where power is everything, the Shekhawat men rule from the shadows-ruthless, untouchable, and hidden behind the façade of billion-dollar empires. Their secrets are buried deep, their sins masked behind tailored suits and cold stares. No one dares to cross them. Until they do. Yashika, Meher, Trisha, and Tanishka-four women bound to the Shekhawat brothers by fate, deception, and secrets too dangerous to unveil. Each step they take, each vow they make, pulls them deeper into a world where love is a weapon and loyalty is a curse. Yashika fights against a marriage that was never meant to be hers. Meher walks a thin line between silence and rebellion. Trisha plays a game even she isn't sure she can win. Tanishka, the wildcard, is the one threat they never saw coming. But in a world where betrayal is inevitable and love is a dangerous illusion-who will survive, and who will burn?