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Accidentally Parents  by Miss_anu_letsgetit
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To the world, he is a Beast. To the world, she is a Ghost. To a baby, they are everything. Rudra doesn't do "gentle." He is a storm of iron and cold calculation, a man whose presence usually clears a room. Anshika is his polar opposite-a woman of soft whispers and averted eyes, someone who has spent her life staying out of the spotlight. They were strangers until a blood-soaked promise tied them together. When a dying couple entrusts them with a ten-month-old infant, the instruction is chillingly clear: Do not trust the bloodline. Protect him from everyone. To save the child from a war he's too young to understand, Rudra and Anshika must commit to the ultimate masquerade. They aren't just protectors; they are now parents. In the glittering boardrooms of Bangalore and the crowded halls of elite weddings, they must convince the world that the child in their arms is their own. For Rudra, it means suppressing the lethal beast within to play the part of a devoted father. For Anshika, it means stepping out of the shadows to stand as the shield for a family that didn't exist yesterday. As they navigate bottle-feedings by night and high-stakes secrets by day, the lie begins to feel dangerously real. But in a world where the child's true identity is a death warrant, they must play their parts perfectly. Because if the world discovers that this "perfect family" is a fiction, the massacre they survived in the valley will only be the beginning. One lie to save him. One promise to hold them together. A thousand secrets that could tear them apart.
The House That Lost Two Daughters  by Krystina_george
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Read the story to see the journey of the two sisters. Elina was kidnapped when she was three. Elara sent away when she was 5-6, by being falsely accused. Whether they will find their last hope or will they fade away? . . . . . . . English is not my first language, so please ignore any grammatical mistakes or wrong spelling. . . . . This story is my original idea. Plagiarism is crime, please do not plagiarise the story
Mafia's Missing Murderer. by bunny43874
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Luciana Roman was blamed for her mother's death at the age of four by her family. She was called a murderer until she was shipped onto a plane for New York. One day she decided she would be what her family thinks she is. She is the mysterious killer of New York. Unnoticed until she stole alcohol from a liquor store and ends up at the police station. Her father is called. Will he still hate her after twelve years? Or will they put their differences aside? NOT EDITED.
π•°π–’π–•π–Žπ–—π–Š 𝖔𝖋 π–™π–π–Š π•½π–Šπ–‡π–”π–—π–“ π•³π–Šπ–Žπ–—π–Šπ–˜π–˜ by Smiling_Author
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βœ¨π™€π™’π™₯π™žπ™§π™š 𝙀𝙛 π™©π™π™š π™π™šπ™—π™€π™§π™£ π™ƒπ™šπ™žπ™§π™šπ™¨π™¨βœ¨ . . . . Anvi Rajvansh had it all - power, brains, beauty, skills that broke the charts, and a life running at 5G speed. At twenty-five, she was a global business empress, a Michelin-level chef, a polyglot queen, a hacker who could make world governments sweat, and an actress who caused box offices to bow. She was flawless. Unmatched. Unbothered. Except... she was single. Not by choice, but because no man could match her wavelength. And then she died - going out like a legend - while saving a child. But destiny wasn't done with her. She awakens in a parallel world, inside a romance novel she once skimmed and hated. A trash plot. A cringe love story. And worst of all? She is not the heroine. She is the villainess. A side character made to look clingy, jealous, unwanted - a punching bag for the fake heiress who stole her identity, her family, and even her fiancΓ©. But this is not the same Anvi. This Anvi comes armed with genius, grace, and god-tier abilities. This Anvi won't be anyone's background character. This Anvi will rewrite fate itself. And somewhere in the shadows, watching her every move, stands Abhimaan Singh Rathore - the richest man in this world, a royal king of Rajasthan, a storm wrapped in velvet... and the novel's original villain. But the moment he sees the new Anvi, something inside him snaps. He becomes obsessed. Protective. Possessive. And fate starts shifting around them like a loyal soldier. With one reborn goddess and one dangerously devoted king on the board, this world is about to get flipped upside down. . . . . . πŸŒΈπŸ’•πŸŒΈ
TERE BINA by subhadra2007
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THEY ARE CHILDHOOD BESTFRIENDS.... SHE TRAVELED ALL THE WAY TO MUMBAI AND TOOK ADMISSION IN SAME COLLEGE JUST TO MEET HIM AFTER AGES BUT HE IGNORED HER
SHE DID NOT NEED SAVING by mili7b
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They thought she was lost. They were wrong. At twelve, Arielle survives on instinct, silence, and strength sharpened by pain. When violence finally puts her in the system's spotlight, the family that buried her is forced to face the truth-she was never weak, never broken, and never waiting to be rescued. This is not a story about saving a girl. It's about a girl who survived-and a family that must learn how to deserve her.
The Unwanted Twin by hello_ashe06
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There is a photograph. First birthday. The whole family around the long table - candles lit, cake centred, everyone leaning toward Isabella reaching for the flame, everyone laughing, everyone looking at the same thing. At the edge of the frame, barely in it, a small dark-haired girl in a white dress is looking at the candle. Not at her family. Not at her sister. Not at the camera. Just at the candle. Quiet. Still. Already, at one year old, watching the warmth from a slight distance. Nobody remembers who took the photograph. It was never framed. Never put in an album. Found years later in a box in the study, loose, slightly creased, as though it had simply been waiting. Her name is Serena Marchetti. The second twin. Born eleven minutes after her sister into a room already arranged around someone else - and she stayed that way, at the edge of things, for as long as the Marchettis of Milan would let her. This is not the story they would tell about her. This is hers.
Wounded Love βœ…οΈ by pearlwrts
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Book 1 of wounded series β˜†---β€’Β°β—‹Β°β€’---β˜† They were tied together by a thread, we name as marriage but she wasn't ready. Aadhya Malhotra, Being betrayed by the love of her life on her wedding day, she had to marry him to save the reputation of their families and the one incident grew the thorns of insecurities around her heart. Aayansh Rajvanshi, who had everything one could ask for, a loving family, caring friends but that one person who he always craved for but hated at the same time. Growing up while fighting with his emotions and the only thing he could express himself was anger. How things will turn out when these two will try to cross each other's boundaries. Will they be able to heal each other or will things get more messed up when some incidents of their pasts will start effecting their present. To know, walk through their journey with your author β™‘
Second chance with my mafia brothers by MoonlightStray
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When I was eighteen I died. But it wasn't only me. Right before I was killed I was forced to witness my brothers deaths. They had been protecting me. And their last words to me, before the light left their eyes, was that they wanted me to live. When the bullet hit me I desperately wished for a second chance. When I opened my eyes the next second I found myself in my childhood room. I somehow had regressed time and back at me stared my ten-year-old self through the mirror. But it wasn't the place I wanted to be, not with my father. He was abusive and I didn't plan on going through everything again. Not this time. This time I would find my brothers sooner, and I would protect them and our happy life together. Fate be damned! I am Angelica Romano-Costello and I will take my fate into my own hands.
The Daughter's Shadow by The__author_
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Aurelia and Elara - the youngest twins and the only daughters of the De Santis family - were once the heart of their household. Inseparable, gentle, adored. Where one went, the other followed. Their parents cherished them. Their brothers protected them. But everything shattered the night eight-year-old Elara was found bleeding on the floor... and Aurelia stood over her, a knife in her hand. Blamed for a crime she didn't commit, Aurelia was sent away to a strict boarding school for "troubled children." Her parents believed discipline would straighten her out. What they never imagined was the truth - the cruelty hidden behind the school's walls, the sadistic methods used to "teach," and the horrors Aurelia was forced to endure. Now sixteen, after a devastating incident inside that school, Aurelia is brought back to the De Santis mansion. But it's not a homecoming. It's an obligation. A reminder that she is unwanted, distrusted, and viewed as a threat by the very family she once loved. Follow Aurelia as she relearns how to exist in a home that no longer feels like hers. Uncover the truth of what happened that night, what really happened to her within the school, and whether the De Santis family will ever face the truth of what Aurelia had to endure and do to survive. ─── ο½₯ ο½‘οΎŸβ˜†: *.☽ .* :β˜†οΎŸ. ─── "What should I ache for? The childhood that slipped away? The silence that became my companion? Or the pieces of myself that I will never get back? Maybe pain isn't a phase-- it's just who I am." ─── ο½₯ ο½‘οΎŸβ˜†: *.☽ .* :β˜†οΎŸ. ─── "How many graves will I need, to bury everything that died inside of me?" ❁Naya Aknis❁