"You really think I'm out here giving this dick to anybody else, beautiful?" She swallowed, watching my hands go to my zipper. I smirked, leaning down, dragging my fingers up her thigh, over her soaked panties. "Look at yourself in the mirror, Jade."

'𝙄𝙨𝙝𝙦 𝙟𝙪𝙣𝙤𝙤𝙣 𝙟𝙖𝙗 𝙝𝙖𝙙 𝙨𝙚 𝙗𝙖𝙙𝙝 𝙟𝙖𝙮𝙚, 𝙃𝙖𝙣𝙨𝙩𝙚 𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙨𝙩𝙚 𝙖𝙖𝙨𝙝𝙞𝙦 𝙨𝙪𝙡𝙞 𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙙𝙝 𝙟𝙖𝙮𝙚' After crossing the first phase of love, they now stand at the edge of a new journey-one that will test their hearts and devotion in ways they never imagined. "Like the moon awaits the sun after a long night, her heart held onto his light through every shadow and silence."

BOOK 2 I was too busy gripping the sheets, moaning to argue with this dumbass. "Fucking love how you sound,ma," he murmured? his lips brushing against my ear. "Only for me, right?" "Y-Yeah," I stammered, barely able to form fucking words. "Damn right," he said, pulling his fingers out and replacing them with his dick. THIS STORY IS NOT EDITED ‼️

𝑨 𝒄𝒐𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒈𝒆 𝒓𝒐𝒎-𝒄𝒐𝒎 𝒐𝒇 𝒇𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒔 𝒕𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒍𝒆𝒅 𝒃𝒆𝒕𝒘𝒆𝒆𝒏 𝒉𝒂𝒕𝒆, 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒍𝒊𝒆𝒔 ˖𓍯 ──★ 𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒉𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒆𝒂𝒄𝒉 𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚 𝒄𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒓 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒔. 𝘙𝘪𝘷𝘢𝘭𝘴. 𝘌𝘯𝘦𝘮𝘪𝘦𝘴. 𝘛𝘸𝘰 𝘯𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘦𝘹𝘪𝘴𝘵 𝘱𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘦𝘧𝘶𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦. 𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘧𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘪𝘵𝘴 𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘵𝘸𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘴𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘶𝘮𝘰𝘳. 𝘉𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘶𝘯𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘭𝘺... 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒇𝒆𝒍𝒍 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒆𝒂𝒄𝒉 𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓'𝒔 𝒔𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒔, 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒑𝒍𝒆𝒕𝒆𝒍𝒚 𝒖𝒏𝒂𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒘𝒉𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝒘𝒆𝒓𝒆. .𖥔 ݁ ˖ ✦ ‧₊˚ ⋅ 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭 𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘪𝘴- 𝑖𝑓 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑦 𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑑𝑖𝑠𝑐𝑜𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑡𝑟𝑢𝑡ℎ... 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑦 𝑠𝑡𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑐ℎ𝑜𝑜𝑠𝑒 𝑒𝑎𝑐ℎ 𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟? 𝑑𝑜𝑒𝑠 𝑎 𝑠𝑢𝑟𝑛𝑎𝑚𝑒 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑦 𝑚𝑎𝑡𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑚𝑢𝑐ℎ? 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒 𝑜𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑝𝑜𝑤𝑒𝑟 𝑦𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑠 𝑜𝑓 ℎ𝑎𝑡𝑟𝑒𝑑? 𝑹𝒆𝒂𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘...

𓍯𓂃𓏧Book 2 of historical series..ᝰ.ᐟ ❥𝑪𝒉𝒊𝒍𝒅𝒉𝒐𝒐𝒅 𝑬𝒏𝒆𝒎𝒊𝒆𝒔❥ "Don't you have any shame?! You are getting married in few hours and here you are with some other woman." "You are not some other woman! You are mine, my woman!" "No, I'm not. I won't be your secret, your mistress. That's why I've decided, I'm leaving Rajgarh. For good." "Don't you dare! Or I will hunt you down from anywhere in the world" ─── ⋆⋅ ✭ ⋅⋆ ── Abhimanyu Singh Rathore and Kashmira Chauhan were never friends. Childhood rivals, bitter enemies, constantly bickering yet strangely inseparable. But something shattered between them four years ago. No goodbyes, no explanations, just silence. However, fate intervened and united them unexpectedly. Their paths crossed when Kashmira arrived in Rajgarh, his realm. The emotions they had long suppressed began to resurface, complicating their ability to remain apart. ─── ⋆⋅ ✭ ⋅⋆ ── Join me in the journey of Abhimanyu and Kashmira to know if their love can survive or not. Will these enemies ever turn into lovers?

"The Mafia Boss and His Angel" Valentina Vernández is an pure perfection. She has brown wavy hair, juicy plump lips, marvelous body. Although her life isn't devine as it seems to be. Lorenzo Martino is an sexy mysterious Italian. He has everything, however one thing is missing in his perilous life. The perfect woman, which he doesn't believe exist. |MATURE CONTENT|

Previously known as FALLEN RIVALS They say there's a thin line between love and hate. Because sometimes, the person you hate... isn't the problem. They're the story. This is the story of the ones we hate... and accidentally fall in love.

𝙏𝙪𝙣𝙚 𝙠𝙮𝙖 𝙠𝙖𝙧 𝙙𝙖𝙡𝙖 , 𝙈𝙖𝙧 𝙜𝙖𝙮𝙞 𝙢𝙖𝙞 𝙢𝙞𝙩 𝙜𝙖𝙮𝙞 𝙢𝙖𝙞 𝙃𝙤 𝙜𝙖𝙮𝙞 𝙢𝙖𝙞...... ♡ 𝙏𝙀𝙍𝙄 𝘿𝙀𝙀𝙒𝘼𝙉𝙄 ♡ Shashwat Rajvansh - An introvert, calm and ambitious guy studies in class 12th. For him "Rules are meant to be followed". He is a bookworm and topper of his class . He is prince charming of almost all girls of school but never give a glance to them . His dream is to join Indian army and for that he is studying very hard . He has no time for Love. Siya Malhotra - An exovert and chirpy girl studies in class 11th . She is always ready to break the rules and have zero interest in study . She has promised herself to not to fall in love but a sudden encounter with her senior "Shashwat Rajvansh" Changed her perspective about love when she slowly started falling for him who doesn't seem to be interested in her. The more she is getting to know him the more she is falling for him. ************************************************** "For me, Love is devotion." She said, her eyes were drawn to the resplendent Krishna idol. "Then I am devoted to you, Siya, the way you are devoted to your Krishna." He replied looking at her with an intensity akin to how a priest gazes at an idol. *************************************************** Jump inside the story to know more ❤️✨. ______________________________________________ There is no cheating, no toxicity and no love angle. It is just a simple school love story which includes Love, friendship and lots of fun that would probably take you back to your school days. ______________________________________________________

𝐁𝐎𝐎𝐊 1 𝐎𝐅 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒 𝔈ℭ𝔏ℑ𝔓𝔖𝔈𝔇 𝔈𝔘𝔓ℌ𝔒ℜℑ𝔄~°✭♡°~ 𝐒𝐔𝐑𝐁𝐇𝐈:𝐌𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫'𝐬 𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐑𝐞𝐝𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐒𝐔𝐑𝐁𝐇𝐈 𝐊𝐀𝐒𝐇𝐘𝐀𝐏 -𝐀 24 years old glamorous college student and rising social media influencer & the daughter of one of Canada's wealthiest businessman. She is bold,witty, fiercely independent but secretly yearns for love that isn't transactional,her weakness is that she never faced real danger until now. 𝐊𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐈𝐊 𝐑𝐀𝐈𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐃 - A 33 yrs old PRIME MINISTER OF CANADA born into power.rumoured to have mafia links . He is cold, intelligent, ruthless & politically invincible.his weakness is surbhi's light & the fire behind her eyes. What will happen when luxury,bold,glitz meets danger,cold & government the two different worlds which was never meant to be collide...???

#1- 1990s [15/02/26] #2 - 1990s [07/01/26] #72 - Wattpad [20/03/2026] #126 - Wattpad [15/02/26] #147 - Wattpad [30/01/26] #164 - Wattpad [23/01/26] #172 - Wattpad [11/01/26] Her mother watched her for a moment, then spoke again-this time more deliberate, like she was counting beads on a mala. "Aur sirf roti banana hi kaafi nahi hota, Janvi," she said, turning the tawa. Janvi looked up. "Toh aur kya-kya hota hai maa?" Her mother sighed, not tired-just seasoned. "Sab kaam seekhne padte hain. Kapde dhona, bartaan manjhna, subah sabse pehle uthna..." She continued, as if listing everyday items from memory. "Saree pehnna dhang se, pallu sambhalna, ghunghat mein chalna..." Janvi wrinkled her nose. "Ghunghat mein? Maa, dikhega bhi kuch ya bas andhere mein hi chalna padega? Nah baba nah, hum gir gaye toh...Hum nahi daalenge ghunghat vunghat." Her mother smiled briefly but didn't stop. "Aur baat-baat par zubaan sambhalni hoti hai. Bade-buzurgon se izzat se baat, aur..." she paused for half a second, then added, "Pati jo kahe, usse bhi tameez aur adab se sunna hota." Janvi's hands stilled again. "Har baat?" "Har baat," her mother replied quietly. The silence stretched, broken only by the hiss of a roti puffing up. Janvi looked down at the dough stuck to her fingers, then muttered, half-joking, half-serious, "Maa, yeh sasural hai ya gulaami?" Her mother let out a soft, knowing laugh. "Dono samajh le," she said. She handed Janvi a finished roti. "Isliye kehti hoon-yahan seekh le. Baad mein wahan koi sikhata nahi, bas umeed karta hai..aur umeedo pe nahi khade utarne pe sirf taane."