˗ˏˋ 𝗧𝗼𝗽 𝗘𝗻𝗶𝗴𝗺𝗮 𝗧𝗮𝗲 × 𝗕𝗼𝘁𝘁𝗼𝗺 𝗔𝗹𝗽𝗵𝗮 𝗝𝘂𝗻𝗴𝗸𝗼𝗼𝗸 ˎˊ˗ ꒰ 💕 ꒱ **𝑊𝘩𝑒𝑛 𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑙𝑑'𝑠 𝑠𝑡𝑟𝑜𝑛𝑔𝑒𝑠𝑡 𝑎𝑙𝑝𝘩𝑎 𝑓𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑠 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑎𝑛 𝑒𝑛𝑖𝑔𝑚𝑎 𝑤𝘩𝑜 𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 𝑤𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑘 𝘩𝑖𝑚... ꒱ 𓆩♡𓆪𝐽𝑢𝑛𝑔𝑘𝑜𝑜𝑘 was never meant to get pregnant - especially not as an alpha. But fate never really asked for permission, did it? Now he's a single Mother, raising his son 𝐽𝑖𝑤𝑜𝑜𝑛 - an enigma just like the man who unknowingly gave him that child. And somewhere in another city, 𝑇𝑎𝑒ℎ𝑦𝑢𝑛𝑔 lives unaware of the tiny heartbeat that once echoed beneath Jungkook's own. 𓍯𝑇𝘩𝑒𝑦 𝑤𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑛𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑠𝑢𝑝𝑝𝑜𝑠𝑒𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑚𝑒𝑒𝑡 𝑎𝑔𝑎𝑖𝑛... But destiny has a habit of turning 𝑠𝑎𝑓𝑒 lives into 𝑠𝑡𝑜𝑟𝑚𝑠. Now Jiwoon - the most mischievous little enigma alive - has only one mission: 💬 "I want Taetae as my appa!" 𝑆𝑜 𝑤𝘩𝑎𝑡 ℎ𝑎𝑝𝑝𝑒𝑛𝑠 𝑤𝘩𝑒𝑛 𝑎 𝑝𝑟𝑖𝑑𝑒𝑓𝑢𝑙 𝑚𝑎𝑓𝑖𝑎 𝑎𝑙𝑝𝘩𝑎 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑎 𝑟𝑢𝑙𝑒-𝑏𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑒𝑛𝑖𝑔𝑚𝑎 𝑓𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑖𝑛 𝓁𝑜𝓋𝑒? Not fireworks. 𝑱𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝑓𝑙𝑎𝑚𝑒𝑠... 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑎 𝑠𝑙𝑜𝑤 𝑏𝑢𝑟𝑛 𝑡𝘩𝑎𝑡 𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑖𝑙𝑦 𝑑𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑟𝑜𝑦 𝑡𝘩𝑒𝑚 𝑏𝑜𝑡𝘩. ﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏ (Mr. & Mrs. Jeon are the ultimate cupids 😉) ✧ Slow updates, sorry! ✧ ﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏ ⌗ 𝐓𝐚𝐠𝐬 ⌗ • ᴅᴏᴍɪɴᴀɴᴛ ʙᴏᴛᴛᴏᴍ • sᴜʙᴍɪssɪᴠᴇ ᴛᴏᴘ • sʟᴏᴡ ʙᴜʀɴ

VIKTOR POPOV He was like a fire igniting the tip of my cigar-a spark I didn't ask for, yet couldn't ignore. His smile, full of teasing marks and challenges, crawled under my skin. Somehow, it set me ablaze in ways I couldn't control. The way he openly taunted me, dared me, made me yearn for him. And I wasn't the type to yearn for anything-or anyone. I never cared what people thought. But one look at Connor, and I could feel something shifting inside me. Something dangerous. Something ravenous. And It's addicting. CONNOR MACKEY His silver eyes were like bullets, piercing straight through the armor I'd spent years perfecting. I'm an open book-but only the parts I choose to show. Most people don't care to read beyond the surface. But he does. Viktor Popov dares to read every line, every chapter. The ones I keep hidden. And I hate that it feels like he already knows how it all ends.

Nikolas Bellucci Aleksandr Mikhailov is dangerous. I didn't just see it-I felt it. Every nerve in my body screamed to run the moment his sharp green eyes locked onto mine. His stare wasn't casual; it was predatory, deliberate. Like he wanted to consume every part of me and leave nothing behind. What had I done to deserve his attention? I'm a nobody. I prefer shadows over spotlights. I don't want to be anyone's Donna, their treasure, or their little prince or princess. But Aleksandr? He doesn't care what I want. Even when his hands skim over my skin, making it impossible to fight back, impossible to breathe. Even when my traitorous heart races whenever he calls me his printsessa. I'm a man. The last mafia prince of the Bellucci family. Arranged marriages, political games-it's all supposed to be beneath me. At least, that's what I keep telling myself. But Aleksandr Mikhailov doesn't ask. He takes. And some part of me, despite everything, might just want to be taken. Aleksandr Mikhailov Nikolas Bellucci is a work of art-beautiful, dangerous, and far too proud for his own good. I knew I wanted him the moment I saw him. My uncle Ivan always said, What a Mikhailov wants, he takes. Rules? Irrelevant. Boundaries? Meant to be shattered. Nikolas fights me, yes-but he'll break eventually. They always do. And when he does, I'll be there to catch him, to hold him, to ruin him until he's mine entirely. My printsessa.

They were each other's first love. And their first heartbreak. Felix and Hyunjin haven't spoken since high school-since one goodbye tore them apart. Now they're debuting in the same idol group. To the world, they're rivals. Strangers. Behind closed doors, they're something messier. Bitten-back words. Lingering stares. A history neither of them knows how to bury. But feelings don't fade just because time passes. And love doesn't always listen to reason. Because what do you do when the boy you thought you lost forever... is standing right in front of you again? This is their second first love. And maybe-just maybe-it's the one that lasts.

Hello everyone! This is my second story on Wattpad and my first long JossGawin fanfiction. English is not my first language, so please ignore any mistakes. This is an arranged marriage story between two completely different men-Joss, a powerful CEO, and Gawin, a quiet and reserved CEO. Set in a modern city, this story explores their journey from strangers to something deeper. There will be sweet moments, slight struggles, and emotions, but not too much unnecessary drama. Since this is my first long story, I'll be posting one chapter per week. If you're interested, feel free to join the journey! And if this isn't your cup of tea, you're welcome to leave peacefully. I hope you enjoy reading!

Previously known as Ananya -- Time Traveler ༺|| 🕉 ռǟʍǟɦ ֆɦɨʋǟʏɛ 🕉 ||༻ │█║▌║▌║ ▌│█║▌║▌║ ǟռǟռʏǟ-- ʍǟɨɖɛռ ʋօʏǟɢɛʀ ║▌║▌║█│▌║▌║▌║█│ Eʋҽɾყ Sƚσɾყ ԋαʂ αɳ Eɳԃ. Bυƚ ιɳ Lιϝҽ, ҽʋҽɾყ ҽɳԃ ԋαʂ α ɳҽɯ Bҽɠιɳɳιɳɠ. ******** What if a girl time traveled to Mahabharat era? What if she was a sister (like figure) of Krishna? What if she could change few things? What if Karn learnt truth about his birth? What if Karn fell in love with Ananya? ******** She was a queen with no crown. Her heart as pure as the the driven snow. He was a king at heart. He never needed a title to be show his royalty. Together they are a power couple. But the world they are in is not that complimentary, right? So, how will they fare in such a world? They will have their siblings with them, right? Or will they have to fight against all the wrong in the world, alone? How will the elder react to Ananya? Her relationship developing with Karn? And the brothers? Will the golden couple be able to settle peace in the world? Establish Dharma in the beautiful country of Aryavarta? And make sure the civil war does not brew amongst the cousins like it did then? ******** Lets' see what happens. Mahabharat epic. I don't want to hurt anybody's feeling. Some mature language. ******** Hope you enjoy it. ╰•★★ -𝐒𝐱𝐱𝐱𝐱𝐱 ★★•╯ @crazygurl4ever

◆◇◆◇◆◇◆◇◆◇◆◇◆◇◆◇◆◇◆◇◆◇◆◇ "You have robbed me of all heart and mind and I love you My sweet bandit of my soul" ◆◇◆◇◆◇◆◇◆◇◆◇◆◇◆◇◆◇◆◇◆◇◆◇◆◇ " Maybe you don't understand, but you can't even imagine the depth of love I had for you. so don't even dare seperate yourself from me. " she said crying looking at the unmoving body of her lover in the hospital bed. ●○●○●○●○●○●○●○●○●○●○●○●○●○●○●○●○ "Why am I here and What is this place? " The beautiful golden eyes of the fair beauty scanned the surroundings keenly only to land on the man who was the reason of her heart still beating. My buddies the idea of the story is not mine and the rights are reserved to one of my sweet reader @story2453. Read to find out the mind blowing and immeasurable love of a woman for a man which forced even the time to bow down to her feet.

Raagini - sister to the Pandavas, daughter of Bhoomidevi, and the earthly incarnation of Goddess Parvati - was never meant to be a footnote in history. Hidden behind the opulent walls of the Hastinapura palace, Raagini was raised in silence, raised for a throne she never asked for. But destiny doesn't wait for permission. She won the heart of a man sworn to celibacy. She faced kings, traitors, and gods. She fought wars that history forgot to record - against burning kingdoms, lustful tyrants, and the scars of her own past. This is the story of a girl born royal, shaped by battle, and remembered as more than a queen. From Raajkumari to Raajamata, Raagini's journey is not just one of survival - it's a legend. "The most beautiful flower is the one that blooms in adversity.'

HER DEMON A story of the forbidden, the fated, and the fire that never died. The demon. Her demon. She was the moon-gentle, serene, cloaked in a glow that calmed the wildest storms. But behind that soft smile lay unspoken chaos... a soul that had seen lifetimes, a fire buried deep under elegance. And he-he was the night. Not just its silence, but its shadows. Proud, raw, raging. A storm that no one dared to tame. A fire that burned everything it touched. They were night and moon. Darkness and glow. Clash and calm. Broken and whole. Incomplete... without each other. For only her devil could command his demon. Only her voice could silence his wrath. Only her presence could still the war within him. But what if the universe-tired of watching history repeat pain-chose to intervene? What if Narayan decided to play again, not with a flute this time, but with fate itself? What if the great Mahabharat, written in stone, was granted a new page? What if Duryodhan, the king of lost causes, the misunderstood warrior of Hastinapur, was given another chance? Not to change the war-but to change the reason he went to war. Not to reclaim a throne- And what if two hearts from Kaliyug, separated by time and tragedy, were reborn in Dwaparyug? Carrying the memories, the madness, the ache of a love that never found its forever? He was known as Hridav-fierce, feared. She was known as Vriddhi-graceful, wild, divine. But the time played & made them Duryodhan and Vartika. This is not the Mahabharat you know. This is the Mahabharat Krishna chose to rewrite. A tale where love is darker than war. Where the demon is not evil-but deeply human. And where the heroine doesn't slay the monster... she loves him. HER DEMON A story of souls reborn. Of fate reshaped. Of a love so fierce, even time dared not touch it. #1 in yudhishthir #2 in narayan