(Can be read as a standalone.) My parents are hell bent on getting me married, convinced that a wife will magically "fix" me. As a mafia leader, idle talks and constant affection makes no sense to me. Never had and never will. Thanks to some dumb rule and my parents' constant nagging, I settle down with the girl of their choice. Irene's the type of girl I would never give a second glance to, the type I would deem average looking. And that's just not it. She's a chatter box who can't survive without physical affection. A complete opposite of me. I never had a need for a wife but with every innocent touch, every stupid smile, every word of hers my walls break down until I am left yearning for her with an intensity I can't even comprehend.

Small bunch of stories. 1) Paasbaan ( protector) ---completed 2) soul's--- completed

(Mafia Series#1) (Wattpad Version) [Also available on Inkitt with edited version and some changes.] - - - He banged his hand on the wall beside my head making me jump in fear and he held my chin with other hand. I looked at him in fear as he looked like a beast with rage dancing in his eyes. "Are you scared?" He asked with cold voice. I tried to swallow but I was so afraid of even nodded my head. I looked past him at the dead body which had pool of blood around it. "You shouldn't be," He said pulling my face near him by my chin. I felt his hot breath hitting on my face. I held my breath and tears but every second it made me difficult. Suddenly, a lone tear flowed through my left eye. His eyes turned a little soft and he wiped my tear gently. "Get ready!" He whispered, softly. I looked at him in fear too scared to ask him about why. "For a contract marriage," He said in stern voice leaving no room for me to deny. • • • It is not an arranged marriage where love blooms after marriage. It is more than just an arranged marriage in which love is not involved. For people it is an arranged marriage. But for them it is just a contract marriage. Like everyone Mishal has dark secrets and a dark past. Like everyone Zayaan has his own past which is buried deep in his heart. A past which made him cold. A past which made her broken. A past which made him have many enemies. A past which made her have many nightmares. What are their past? What is her secret? Why they both married without love? Hit the read button to know their past and her secrets. - - - Warning: Mature Remarks! Mature Dialogues! If you don't like them, you are always welcome to leave this book. :)

"I hope you realize you made the worst f**king decision of your life." She could feel his cold icy blue eyes piercing through her soul. "I didn't ask for this..." tears threatened to fall from her eyes, her lips quivering in fear. His grip on both her wrists become tighter as he slams them hard against the wall, trapping her petite body in-between the wall and his body, "You'll never have a place in my life, let alone my heart, do you understand?" She winces from the pain from her wrists. He slams her arms against the wall again. He leans in close enough to the point where their lips are only inches apart, "I said, do you f**king understand, foolish girl?" His voice rises as he clenches his jaw in an impatient manner. She nods in hopes that he'll let go. And just like that, he lets go of her as she falls to the floor in utter defeat. What have I done... she asks herself. **Full Summary Inside** Cover by: Me, Myself, and I!

"You believe silence keeps you safe, Princess. That if you stay quiet enough, the monsters will pass you by. They will not. Because the worst monster in this city has already chosen you. Tell me who hurt you, and I will make them beg for a death I will not give quickly. You are mine now. And I will slaughter every last one of them before I ever let you face the dark alone again. You are the only thing I have ever wanted to keep alive. And I will drown this city in blood before I let anyone take you from me." - Roman Ashford __ To Avery, silence is the only way to stay invisible. She works the lowest post in the Ashford Empire, smiles at everyone, and keeps her real work locked away: the unsolved cases, the cold files, the predators the system let walk free. When she accidentally draws the attention of the man who runs everything, she thinks she has made a quiet, forgettable mistake. She has no idea she just became the singular focus of the most dangerous man in the city. Behind the perfect suits and polite distance, Roman Ashford is the Ghost Prince - the serial killer who has spent years methodically erasing the worst monsters from existence. He does not want her gratitude. He does not want her fear. He wants her complete, quiet understanding. Avery thinks the empire is simply efficient; she does not know Roman is already eliminating every threat that breathes near her. She thinks she is still searching for justice in the dark; she does not know he has been watching her search the entire time, waiting for the moment she realizes the hunter has already chosen his prize. He is not the gentleman the world sees. He is the blade that moves when no one is looking. And she is the only person he has ever decided is worth keeping alive at any cost. ___ "The Ghost Prince | 18+" is the 2nd special edition book in the Princes of Ardencrest Series. {Can be read as a standalone}

"You stand in front of that class and call me Mr. Kozlov like I didn't used to fall asleep with your fingers in my hair, baby. Like I don't have eight years of your handwriting memorized on my own skin. You think a desk between us is a wall. It's not. It's a countdown. Grade my papers, professor. Take attendance. Pretend you don't feel me watching you the way I used to watch the door of that church, waiting for you to walk through it. I let the whole world believe I died for you once. I will let this entire academy burn to the ground before I let you convince yourself I'm your student and nothing else. So go on. Write my name in red ink at the top of the page. I'll take every single failing grade you hand me - as long as it's your hand that's shaking when you write it, baby." - Alexei Kozlov To St. Jude's Academy, Alexei Kozlov is exactly what he looks like - golden, reckless, criminally charming, the heir every parent warns their daughter about. To Professor Christina George, he's a ghost sitting in the front row of her first lecture. She built an entire life on the other side of grief, on a promise she swore she'd keep no matter what it cost her. He built an entire life on the other side of a grave, on a devotion that never once asked permission to stop. Some things don't stay buried. Some love doesn't know how to end just because everyone agreed it should. And some students don't take no for an answer - not from their professor, not from the world, not from eight years of silence they never chose. She has one job: survive the semester without letting him find out she never stopped loving him. He has one goal: make her say his real name - the one only she ever used - before the term ends. Every rule at St. Jude's exists to be broken by somebody. Alexei Kozlov has simply decided the rule in question is going to be her. __ "TEACH ME" is Book One of the "ME" Series.(A standalone book)

❝𝙈𝙚𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙪𝙢𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙞 𝙢𝙖𝙪𝙩 𝙠𝙞 𝙙𝙪𝙖 𝙢𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙩𝙞 𝙝𝙪𝙣.❞ (I pray for your death). My 𝑣𝑜𝑖𝑐𝑒 𝑡𝑟𝑒𝑚𝑏𝑙𝑒𝑑 𝑎𝑠 I 𝑠𝑎𝑖𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑑𝑠. 𝐻𝑒 𝑠𝑚𝑖𝑙𝑒𝑑 𝑖𝑛 𝑎𝑛𝑠𝑤𝑒𝑟, 𝑠𝑒𝑡𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑔𝑢𝑛 𝑜𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑡𝑎𝑏𝑙𝑒 𝑏𝑒𝑡𝑤𝑒𝑒𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑚. ❝ 𝙋𝙝𝙞𝙧 𝙙𝙚𝙠𝙝𝙩𝙚 𝙝𝙖𝙞 𝙩𝙪𝙢𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙞 𝙣𝙖𝙛𝙧𝙖𝙩 𝙢𝙚𝙞𝙣 𝙠𝙞𝙩𝙣𝙖 𝙙𝙪𝙢 𝙝𝙖𝙞.❞ (Then let's see just how strong your hate is). *** Full Desc Inside. 1 in #muslim

He wanted her scared. He wanted her desperate. He wanted her begging. Her on the floor, knees spread, dress pushed up, legs trembling while he loomed over her. Tears in her eyes as she whimpered his name. His hand tangled in her hair, forcing her to stay still while he... Those delicate legs? Made to be opened by him. His hands. His mouth. His torment. His bliss. He'd keep her in silk gowns and lock every door. He'd feed her, bathe her, cradle her... And then bend her over and breed her again.-her beneath him, crying out his name as he forced her open, spilling himself so deep inside her that her body would never forget. Watching his seed drip from her thighs only for him to push it back in, growling that it belonged to him. He imagined her swollen with his child, belly soft and round, marked by his hands, his teeth, his scent. Everyone would know and see it. She is his muse, his heaven and he is her cage. :::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::: Primrose was meant to bloom. Instead, she was plucked-young, unripe, and fed to a world that devours girls whole. In a time where men held every law, every title, and every key, Primrose Everdell becomes the price of her father's illness. A devoted servant to the powerful family, he is now bedridden, helpless. And when the patriarch offers a "solution"-marriage to their eldest son-Primrose is given no voice. Only silence. Only duty. Her girlhood ends in the bedchambers of Styles Manor, where screams echo down stone halls and no one dares interfere. Her days blur into the quiet horror of submission. Her nights into the claws of a husband she cannot understand - and who does not understand her. . Perhaps she was never meant to be understood, only possessed. Why her? Why must she suffer for the sins of power? Trapped in a world where innocence is currency and silence is survival, Primrose must find meaning in a life written for her by others - or risk losing herself entirely.

Maeve moves in with her dad for a fresh start and she only wishes to bury herself in school and avoid trouble until graduation. Too bad for her because "trouble" is what Dominic Spencer is known for and he has taken an interest in sweet, innocent Maeve. He befriends Maeve and what seems like a start of a harmless friendship turns out to be far more deadly than she can imagine. Then the murders start, someone's killing people and the suspect seems to be none other than Dominic who is hiding a sinister past. Will Maeve be able to save herself or will she become his last victim? WARNING: THIS IS A DARK ROMANCE. RECOMMENDED FOR MATURE READERS ONLY [18+] All Rights Reserved 2022 © KittyKash92

"Sometimes, we are so smitten with happy endings, that we believe we'll end up with one too." Ambrosia Bellemore never believed in happy endings, even though the books she read said otherwise. The closest she ever came to magic was when she found the most beautiful pair of ruby red heels on Amazon. "Lives aren't stories. Stories end, happy or otherwise. But lives don't. We die, and there's nothing happy or otherwise in dying." Calum Achorn never believed in magic. The closest he ever came to magic was when he met an infuriatingly wonderful woman on a flight to New York, wearing the most beautiful pair of ruby red heels he'd ever seen.