"If only I had met you before... I could have loved you without regret." Man i dont fuckin know just read the book

A bonechilling story about ayudha , a detective and a worker in a Top secret agency of unsolved mystery once found a connecting story, will this make her recover her past and remember her life?

Fictional men never lied to her. It's easy to live in fictional world. Real ones lied to her. They always did. Her father, her ex and worst of all her own best friend who knew what her heart yearns for and still plays games with it. So Isabella stayed in a fantasy world finding a way in the hearts of random billionaires in town attempting to create her own happy ending. Nothing ruins a fantasy like real feelings. And nothing tests loyalty like the best friend's hot charming older brother falling for the same woman he once ignored. In a real world where affection feels like a game of manipulation in disguise, Isabella has to think: Is it love or just another lure? A woman who loved fictional men than reality, until reality gave her a story she never saw coming. (This is the first draft. Edit will follow after I finish it.)

[Boy×Boy/ MM] ❝ 𝑾𝒉𝒚 𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒂 𝒎𝒂𝒏 𝒘𝒉𝒐 𝒐𝒘𝒏𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒊𝒕𝒚 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒌𝒏𝒆𝒆𝒍... 𝒆𝒔𝒑𝒆𝒄𝒊𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝒕𝒐 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒎𝒆𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒅𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒐𝒚? ❞ [18+] 𝐀𝐃𝐑𝐈𝐀𝐍 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐔 doesn't do rules. As the rebellious younger son of one of the most powerful mafia families in the city, he carved out his own world-clean hands, expensive suits, and a life carefully built away from the bloodshed his brother, Enzo, controls. He had it all figured out. Until one night changed everything. 𝐕𝐈𝐂𝐓𝐎𝐑 𝐂𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐎 doesn't make mistakes. Cold, calculated, and quietly terrifying, he is a mafia head-dangerous in the way that quiet things are. Not loud. Not dramatic. Just inevitable. He agreed to watch over Adrian as a favor to his bestfriend. One favor. That's all this was supposed to be. What he didn't agree to-was this. Forced together by a threat neither of them saw coming, bound by loyalty, history, and a deal that was never supposed to involve feelings-Adrian and Victor are everything the other swore they'd never want. But someone is watching. Someone who knows the Moreau's name... their address... their secrets... their history. And they're just getting started. But what happens when- When obsession replaces anger... When possession replaces distance... And when the truth finally surfaces- ❝ 𝐖𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐲 𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 ...𝐨𝐫 𝐟𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫'𝐬 𝐫𝐮𝐥𝐞? ❞ ⊱ 𝐄𝐧𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬 · 𝐒𝐥𝐨𝐰 𝐁𝐮𝐫𝐧 · 𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 · 𝐌𝐚𝐟𝐢𝐚 · 𝐁𝐋 ⊰

🏆(16 awards winner)🏆 "𝗬𝗼𝘂'𝗹𝗹 𝗳𝗹𝘆 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗺𝗲, 𝗹𝗶𝘁𝘁𝗹𝗲 𝗯𝘂𝘁𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗳𝗹𝘆, 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗜'𝗹𝗹 𝗱𝗲𝗰𝗶𝗱𝗲 𝘄𝗵𝗲𝗻 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝘄𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 𝗯𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗸." He whispered, his warm breath teasing her ear. Elisa Thakur, a medical PG student who is bold - too bold for a family that tried to cage her unapologetic self. They were abusive, controlling, and more like criminals than a family. And yet » She was mouthy and rebellious who refused to obey. And Beneath it all someone is watching. Waiting. Wanting. Plotting. ➹ Adrik Rathore. Her stalker. Or her shelter? The Ruthless Mafia billionaire whose name itself made people flee- long before they could be caught in his web. Adrik, the Spider, who is obsessed with every drop of blood that runs down Elisa's veins. 𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙗𝙪𝙩𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙛𝙡𝙮 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙛𝙡𝙪𝙩𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙤𝙣 𝙖 𝙛𝙡𝙤𝙬𝙚𝙧. 𝘽𝙪𝙩 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙜𝙞𝙫𝙚𝙨 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙣𝙚𝙘𝙩𝙖𝙧. 𝘽𝙪𝙩 𝙥𝙤𝙞𝙨𝙤𝙣. He'll save her from everyone, but who will save her from the web he's set for her? Tropes: Bold and strong FL Stalking×protective MMC Spicy smut Age gap Enemies to lovers Hate to love (No cheating trope)

(Will begin in 2026) "She danced to feel alive. He watched, already imagining how she'd sound with his name on her tongue." Rosabella Venari. Barefoot innocence wrapped in silk, secrets, and the softest kind of defiance. The girl locked behind rules. The girl he wanted - kneeling, gasping, completely his. She was never meant to be seen. But when Demyan's eyes found her, they didn't just linger - they claimed. He didn't want to touch her. He wanted to unravel her - slowly. One breath. One bruise. One broken moan at a time. Demyan Morozov. Ruthless. Worshipped. Cold enough to burn. But she danced, and he devoured. He tells her it's for her safety. She knows it's something darker - a need to own, to cage, to mark. Because when the devil wraps you in velvet chains, freedom starts to taste like sin. And between each pulse of music, there's a promise: She'll either tame the devil, or beg him to ruin her - again, and again, and again.

Every night, he dreams of losing her. Every day, he pretends he never met her. Min-su never believed in fate-not when he was constantly bullied, not when his voice felt too small to matter. But after one beating he couldn't stand up from, a girl named Se-mi sat beside him... and changed everything. She didn't ask for anything. She just saw him. And from that moment, the dreams began. In his sleep, he sees a life that isn't his-deadly games, numbered tracksuits, and a girl who always chooses him... even when it kills her. When their science teacher starts explaining parallel worlds and alternate lives, Min-su's pen stills mid-word. Because maybe the reason he can't forget her... Is because somewhere else, he never did. Published Date: July 14, 2025 Date Finished: ___ (On- Going)

1. This story was written by my school friend who's name I will keep private. I am the editor. 2. SOME ideas were mine, therefore stfu this is supposed to be as satire as possible idfk. 3. Yes, I got her permission to post this, she worded it, i gave ideas for the last time. 4. IF I SEE ANY HATE I SHALL DELETE IT 5. it a little bit gae 6. The cover was not made by me or my friend, credits to: https://au.pinterest.com/pin/929430441845683744/ 7. New chap posted fortnightly.

Some roots remember the dead. Some memories never stay buried. Every silence carries a memory. In the veiled court of Wèi Jiāng, the King's silence spreads like winter. Whispers echo through corridors lined in silk and shadow, while crows circle overhead - watching, waiting. Every root remembers the dead. Crown Prince Jūn Hóngyì, bound by duty and drowning in isolation, wears his title like a weight. At his side, Jiǎ Xìnróng - son of a traitor, sword at the ready, loyalty worn like a second skin - stands between the Prince and the knives hidden in smiles. Far from the palace, in a quiet village too small for maps, two young men tend to the world's forgotten corners. Wú Zhènyǔ, the restless healer. Yán Zhōngshí, the soldier who never speaks of war. They live simply. Carefully. As if anything louder might wake something. Every crow knows what we buried. But beneath the ground, something does stir. The dead begin to rise. And a memory - long starved-opens its eyes.