"You... want me to show you my belly? And you're paying me 500 dollars for it?" I repeated in disbelief. "Yes," Mr. Calnan replied curtly. Shock mixed with suspicion. Mr. Calnan, our strict and cold boss, who had banned all workplace romance, wanted to see... my belly? Why my belly, of all things?! And why ME?! This had to be a test. He was testing whether I would agree, only to fire me afterward. But even that theory had flaws-after all, he was the one who initiated this crazy idea. I hesitated for what felt like a long time. Then, in the end, curiosity won over, and on a sudden impulse, I spread open my work coat and lifted my white T-shirt. Mr. Calnan's gaze instantly locked onto my bare stomach. His focused stare burned into my skin as he thoroughly examined every square inch of the exposed area. My face burned with embarrassment. He didn't say anything, and he didn't grimace, but I could see on his face that he didn't like what he saw. My chubby belly, my stretch marks, and the faint line of hair below my navel that I hadn't had time to shave. Well, I know it's not the most attractive sight, but then why did he want to see my belly? Honestly, what was he expecting? "Can I pull my T-shirt back down?" I asked, humiliated and irked. "Yes," Mr. Calnan replied after a brief pause. He didn't speak for a while, just stared at my now-covered stomach with a blank expression. Meanwhile, I waited impatiently and tensely for him to do something. I needed to know whether he was actually going to give me the money or not, and whether it would turn out that this had all just been a test. Suddenly, he moved toward me, closing the distance between us. He loomed over me, and I looked up at his face in alarm. "I'll give you another 1000 if you let me touch your hips." My eyes widened in shock. *Edited to fit within the character limit for the description

Story of a rape survivor...and how she raise like a pheonix. My innocence was ripped apart from me. Now i have no light left inside me anymore. The betrayal is running deep inside me. I can't sleep. I can't breathe. I can't cry. I become just a shell. I always dreamt of a prince charming coming in a white horse to take me away and live happily ever after. I was in a fairytale. But fate has other plans. It had decided to give me a reality check. Now i have no more dreams left. I am already dead. I am Charvi. And this is my story.

The worst mistake that Sneha could do was to save a girl from getting assaulted. That is because the girl whom she saved was none other than the sister of the Mafia boss of Mumbai. Turned out that the mafia boss started doubting Sneha for being an accomplice of the assault. But, when her innocence was revealed, the unfortunate had already happened. The mafia boss had developed a beautiful infatuation with her. And, he would not stop until she is his. This is the story of Sneha, who comes from a humble family and wants to have a simple life. But, life threw her straight into the arms of a lively hurricane...the boss of Mumbai Mafia. How will she try to free herself from the chains of the man who is determined to have her in his life? Or will she succumb to his passionate desires? (Regular Updates) {Beginning: 1 Oct 2021}

He was the man of power and money. A ruthless 32-year-old billionaire who once believed in love-until betrayal turned his heart to stone. The day he lost the one person he truly cared for, every emotion in him died. Since then, he's convinced that only power and money make the world bend. Even marriage. Even hearts. She was a simple, middle-class girl. A kind soul who believed in humanity, empathy, and emotion. The light in her parents' lives. Someone who couldn't bear to see others in pain-and always chose to help. Until her own life turned into a living hell... the day his eyes fell on her. He dragged her into his world. A devil who made her the angel of his darkness. A man who touched her body... but never her heart. A silence screamed within her-but he never cared to hear it. Until one day... he did. --- What happens when the devil hears the silence of the angel he broke? What will he do when he falls for the woman he once ruined? Can she ever accept him? Can love bloom in the ruins of hatred and forced submission? --- > "You're mine. My fucking butterfly," he growled, thrusting deep inside her. She stared at the ceiling, face blank-emotionless. Because she knew this was never love. From the day she said yes to that marriage, she knew exactly what it meant- To be his possession, not his partner. --- tropes: ^age gap ^forced marriage ^obsessed ML ^innocent FL ^ he fell first and harder. book started: November 2024 ended:

"I'm going to chase you till my last breath and beyond that... because my Obsession is Beyond The Sky, Beyond this Universe, Beyond this World..."

I'll die instead of doing marriage but here I'm standing at door of his hell becoming the wife of the King of Mafia. He fisted my hair tightly and pushed me roughly and I fell down on ground. I look up and found men looking at me with lust I move my head back and look at him. " Remember one thing this is my territory and the one who has come here once, never goes back " the Devil said. I swear one day he'll himself let me go. ______ "You won't touch me" my voice come out confident like I wanted, he didn't answer me. " Why? Are you not man? " I mocked him with a slight chukle. Have you seen Saitan? I have and the moment I saw his eyes I know this is my end. Pure black colour. I just simply close my eyes and release my breath waiting for the consequences. It won't take much time and I feel a harsh grip on my hair like his is ripping them off he pushed me forward and I fell on something soft. " What did you said bitch? He growled in my ear, I just fisted the sheets. ____ " Move your eyes down" he growled at me. I bend according to his every wish, every demand neither raise my voice nor my eyes but now that's enough he took away the reason of my life now I'm not afraid of death. " Ab toh na yeh sar jhukega or na yeh ankhen" I said looking in his eyes I can see the strom rising in his deep charcoal eyes. { Now neither my head will bow down nor my eyes} " Bohot gurur hai tumhe bas kuch din, in kuch dino tumhare gurur le sath sath tumhe bhi tod denge" he said through clehched teeth stepping in closer to me establishing his dominance but I didn't move back. { You have so much ego just few days, in these few days I'll break you with your ego} " Dekhte hai " { Let's see} _____ I'm standing infront of his hell first time I was forced to come here but this time I come with my choice. " Swagat karo mera" I look at the huge iron door of his hell which is front of me. { Welcome me} " Tumhari maut aayi hai" I smriked. { Your death has come}

Story starts with a girl jiya whom life got change when she messed with a mafia business man. He got obsessed with her in first meet. Story takes turn when he marries her forcefully.

He wasn't a man people loved He was a man they feared. A tyrant hidden behind the title of Sarpanch. His word was law. His silence was a warning. And his anger... was something no one survived twice. In his village, women lowered their gazes, voices died before they could rise, and obedience was the only way to survive. Until she walked in. An outsider with fire in her veins and defiance in her eyes. She didn't bow. She didn't stay silent. She refused to learn fear the way everyone else had. Instead... She stood before him- and called him jahil. That single word sealed her fate. Because men like him don't forgive disrespect. They don't forget it. They claim it. What was meant to teach her a lesson... became a cage. Walls built from control. Chains forged from power. A world where her freedom no longer belonged to her. But she didn't break. She fought. She spoke. She stood not only for herself, but for every woman he had silenced for years. And that... changed everything. Because her defiance no longer fueled his rage it awakened something far more dangerous. An obsession born in darkness. A hunger that refused to be restrained. A devotion that was anything but pure. Possessive. Consuming. Feral. Now the man who ruled an entire village through fear... finds himself captivated by the only woman who refuses to fear him. And the girl who was meant to be broken... becomes the one thing he can never let go. Because a tyrant may rule the world- but when obsession takes hold, even he forgets where power ends... and madness begins.

(COMPLETED) Charlotte Summers is the last virgin in her school; a school where taking virginity is a sport. The sport has five main contenders: Tyler Bradshaw, the mysterious bad boy; Alec Jennings, the all-star athlete; Ian Jameson, the cocky rich guy; Beckett Cartwright, the renowned genius; and Lucas Chandler, her best friend. With all these guys determined to win the title of the Virginator, will Charlotte make it out alive with her virginity? tumblr link for pictures: http://thelastvirginstanding.tumblr.com/ Cover by @WeAreAHurricane [#4 Teen Fiction / #4 Humor]

It's hard having a crush, but it's harder having a crush on the asshole bad boy. /////////// Harley Deyes doesn't have a best friend. She doesn't have a close group of friends. She doesn't have a family. She doesn't have a boyfriend. All she wants is for someone to love her. Her heart longs and yearns for love, especially a certain bad boy's love. Jaxon Parker is the most egoistical guy you will ever meet. This guy can make you do anything with his charm and skills in talking. With his charm and title as bad boy heartthrob, he gets all the attention and all the ladies. His heart longs and earns for...nothing. He has everything he needs and wants. At least that's what he says. Will the heart get what it wants? Or will things such as depression, sluts, bullies, and etc get in the way? /////////////////////// #1 in TeenFicition as of July 8, 2018 !!!!!!!!! I FRICKIN DID IT, MA!!!