"I'm ready to give you that freedom. You and your father can leave." I froze. What? I looked at him, eyes wide with disbelief, searching for any sign he was lying. Any smirk, any cruel glint. But he was calm. Too calm. Then he spoke again-and his words struck like a bolt of lightning straight through me. "But for that..." he paused, his voice dipping to a deadly softness, "you have to be my breeder." She was the kind of girl whose world revolved around her cats and her jesus. Daughter of one of Ireland's most influential figures, she lived behind the guarded gates of power but felt like a stranger in her own home. With a stepmother who wore venom like perfume and a stepsister who never missed a chance to tear her down, Niamh learned to find solace in silence. She didn't mind the isolation-not really. But everything changed with a single glance. One dance of seduction. One moment of tamtation.That was all it took to unravel the threads of her carefully stitched life. She believed in fairytales. In is prince and kindness. In magic that heals. But instead, she found herself tangled in the dark salvation of a man who had no light left in him. The fairytale she longed for didn't come with a white horse. It came cloaked in blood, wrapped in chains, and whispered promises laced with pain. And the moment she stepped into his world, there was no going back. "He craves her purity just to stain it with his sins"

Mahnoor was a second-year history student. Sharp-tongued, fiercely independent, and never afraid to speak her mind. Her latest coursework focused on the lives of powerful figures who had shaped India's history. That was when she discovered him. An emperor unlike any other, undefeated in war, feared by rival rulers, praised by historians, yet infamous for his cruelty. The deeper she read about him, the more her hatred for him grew. It was clear to her that the textbooks tried to balance his brilliance by sugarcoating his brutality. To Mahnoor, his name was soaked in blood. One afternoon, while sitting in the university library, she seethed to her friend, "Still. If one of those women had rebelled, her name would be in this book today. I'm angry that none tried to do so." "I wish I was there. I really do." "I would have said things everyone was scared to utter to his face. He wasn't feared because he was powerful, rather, he was feared because people feared for their lives. And that is not power." "He won't be remembered because he was great, but because he did things no one could ever forget." That night, on a rainy street in Mumbai, her car nearly hit an old woman who was crossing the road. Mahnoor quickly got out to confront her, but before she could speak, the old woman looked straight into her eyes and cursed her. "So, you wish you were there? You think you could speak, rebel, and change history with your voice? Then go. Let's see how your voice will be heard in a palace where a woman's opinion holds no importance. Your freedom will shatter because rebellion there means death.

"Qubool hai(I accept)," I said with great difficulty and a lone tear escaped from my eyes. I looked at my husband and found him smiling at me. His smile was so mysterious and unusual which created a shiver in my whole system. At the time of Rukhsati(sending off the bride), my mother requested to my husband," Please, take care of her." " Don't worry. I will love her and take care of her so much that she will forget her own family," He replied chuckling but I felt something fishy in his voice. Will he really love me and take care of me the way he is promising to my mother? Warning - Mature scene ahead with graphic scene of violence. If you are uncomfortable then don't read. I don't want any hate comments later. ****Plagiarism is strictly prohibited. Don't copy others hard work. Create your own work." Copyright © 2020 by Artemisia

" Whose child is this." "ho-how d-did you know." "Aahh vi-viaan le-leave me." "I am in pain, I am also feeling it. Tell me whose sin is being nurtured in your womb and with how many people have you been spending time at night. Do you even know the name of his father or not?." What will happen when two people from two different religions meet each other and their fate pushes them into each other's lives and that too because of cruelty. A man who is a devil in the form of a human who believes that he is a devil but until you do not force him to become a devil, he rules over hell because he is the king of hell. A girl who is calm, quiet, happy in her own world, who is like heaven, as if she is the queen of heaven, with clean heart and clean intentions. "VIAAN SINGH RATHORE." "FIZA HAYYAT." :- English is not my first language. :-all right reversed. :- it's not type of story or novel mostly you read it's hit different so many plot twist. THIS BOOK IS FICTIONAL, SO DON'T TAKE IT IN REALITY. I DON'T WANT TO HARM ANY OF RELEGION THIS IS JUST FICTIONAL.

All stories that are unedited are free to read on Inkitt. The only 2 stories that can be read fully on Wattpad are Uncharted allies and Warrior. **~~**~~** Nineteen years ago, they came... Hundreds of large battleships filled the skies... Without warning they fired their advanced and heavy weaponry at us, innocent humans... At least, that's what we were told... Millions of humans died in those first couple of months... Millions, the following years... Men, women, children no one was spared... Six years into the war, all of a sudden, most of the ships disappeared without a trace, only to reappear after eight years of peace... But this time, the beasts kept their distance and did not attack... And now... after all those years... their leaders requested to meet with us, the human leaders, the female human leaders to be precise... ~~~~~ This is the first part of the combining two worlds series. (Complete on Inkitt) Crossing boundaries, part 2 (Complete on Inkitt) Breaking rules, part 3 (Complete on Inkitt)

(18+) Ali Ahmed Sheikh is a powerful businessman and simultaneous leader of one of the biggest criminal organizations. No one questions him, and what he wants is undoubtedly his. When the opportunity of defeating his father's greatest rival- Abdul Qadeer comes, he takes a step further and captures Abdul's daughter; Anaya. Ali's world is obstructed when he comes to know of a life that is vacant of felony and hatred- all in the mind of a significant woman. Anaya Abassi Qadeer is a virtuous woman, pursuing a career in educating the youth and following the footsteps of her righteous late mother. Anaya is unknown to the fact that her father is a criminal, but by the time she gets the hint it's too late- and she's caught in the world of sinfulness, and hostility all led by a remarkable man. Please be advised. This book does not romanticize abuse or toxic relationships in any way.

This is your son Abdar you cannot leave him for god sake but I don't care I just wanted to be your wife but you just ruined everything all this thing does is cry that is not a thing that is my son and if you do not want to care about him then fine mai tumhe talaq deta hu aur divorce paper miljayegy now get out of this room...... .............................................................................................................. angel you came i have seen you in my dreams please never leave me ever again once again Dihyah put his head on her lap .................................................................................................................. Kyah Noor ul ain ye nikkah qubool krti hai ya Allah sabar de ( oh lord give me pateince ) jo teri raza wohi meri raza Qubool hai, Qubool hai, Qubool hai,

I am a Zionist. Well, we all know what that means. I believe Palestinians are animals and should be slaughtered, since the promised land belong to Jews and Christians. My father is the one of the people who make decisions for the world. I am not a God fearing person or believe in God for that matter. I worship money and I have the power. My task right now is to wipe all Palestinians out of the land which they claim belongs to them. Well little do they know that power is me, and I am Brad Malroy. Raped, humiliated and abandoned , that is me Hayah Ahmed. Now payback time - not for me, but for the sake of my people who have been butchered over time. Our crime - being Palestinian. I face Brad Malroy for only one thing. To bring justice to my people, even if that mean I have to die in the process.

A genius man, husband, father, developed what had to be the perfect example of an AI. A program that would take care of everything for you, your phone, computer, even your house, and car. This man has an adorable eight-year-old daughter that loved very much the AI that took care of her when her father wasn't home. Instead of being a normal AI, the program began to take interest in the little girl. Began to have... human feelings for her. As she grew older to a beautiful seventeen-year-old, so did the program's feelings. --------------- This is a Yandere story, so you know what it will include. This is not a Y/N story, but obviously you can read it that way, but it's not the intention. None of the pictures I use are mine unless I explicitly say they are. If any of the pictures I use is yours and you want me to take them down, please send me a message, and I will take if off gladly. #1 in robots #1 teengirl

. Three years. It had been three years since he'd been taken, experimented on, had his DNA altered and became a freak of nature. He knew because he'd managed to peek at the computer when they dragged him into that dreaded room; the one they used to prod, poke and inject him with god-knows-what. He was considered their only success - meaning their illegal tests hadn't killed him or rendered him paralysed, or worse; brain dead. He was subject 254. And he was the only survivor. At least until she - subject 391 - moved into the cell next door. - - 18th June 2018 - Rank 1 #sciencefiction 17th May 2019 - Rank 4 #romance 22nd Feb 2019 - Rank 1 #superpowers -- ** NOW COMPLETED**