Dmitri Sokolov has destroyed men, empires, and kingdoms without blinking - but all it takes is one glimpse of him to bring the mafia king to his knees. Kiaan. The boy in flowing kurtas, his anklets ringing like whispers of temptation, spinning in a dance too beautiful to belong to mortal eyes. Before hundreds, he moved like a prayer, untouchable, untamed. But the moment Dmitri saw him, the decision was made. Kiaan would be his. Not admired from afar. Not worshipped from a distance. Possessed. Kept. Claimed. And Dmitri is not a man who knows how to take "no" for an answer. Even if it means shattering the innocence he so desperately covets.

{BoyxBoy} "Well I need a wife, if you haven't noticed a wedding is supposed to take PLACE!!" Gustavo yelled making me shrink in fear. He's one scary dude. "Where are we going to get a bride?, It's late" his mother said trying to reason with him. His eyes roamed around the room before it landed on me. "What about him?" Gustavo suggested, his eyes boring into mine, making me shrink a little with fear and discomfort. I wasn't scared of him, it was just that I'm naturally a shy person, so obviously someone who was oozing with such aura would make me panic a bit. "He looks just like his sister, the same skin colour, his hair is shorter but we can work with it" he was talking to himself now, but his gaze was still fixed on me. His eyes then darted to his mother who looked the same as my mother, stressed. "Put him In her wedding clothes, mother go tell the priest not to add the kissing part, I want the wedding short and fast" he said before leaving the room. Slamming the door in anger, which made me flinch ----------- Blake has got to be one of the most unlucky people ever, having to be the first person to notice his sister's disappearance to being the only one who can save his parents face from being ridiculed. He has no other choice but to wed his sister's fiancé-who he has a crush on-, will Gustavo decide to take revenge for the embarrassment his sister almost cost him or will he learn to live and love his new husband. ........... Aug 7th- Aug 23rd You guys might not know it, but you guys mean so much to me for the love and support you've given me and my book, thank you so much ❤️🫂

Ian's pov *sigh* life is full of adventures, I had a beautiful family, where I used to live with my parents and siblings. I'm the youngest one among the siblings, they all pampers me so much But one day my parents told me I was a part of one of the biggest mafia family in our country and I had to return to them. Since then my life becomes a mess Ian : yes I do "Now I announce you both husband and husband" *everyone starts clapping and cheering for the newly wed couple* "you may kiss your husband" The dangerously hansome man look into my eyes, took my both hands on his and kiss me on the lips "we wish the newly wed couple a very happy married life". Yes I'm married, and my husband is non other than Alberto Romanov, the future leader of Romanov Empire Alberto Romanov: listen I don't love you, this was a forced marriage so don't hope for too much expectations How is Ian going to survive in his adventures life? read to know more hope everyone will like it this is my first ever story that I'm writing on Wattpad

🌑 "He rules the college like a king. I'm just a scared fresher with a free seat. So why did he look at me like I was already his?" Ritvik Reddy. Arrogant. Ruthless. Possessive. The Chief Minister's son and the heartthrob of SRR College. Students fear him. Professors don't dare cross him. Whatever he wants, he takes. And now... He wants me. Anvith. A shy, chubby boy from a small village who's stepping into city life for the first time. I thought I could quietly focus on my studies and stay invisible. Until his sharp eyes found me. Until his deep voice said, "From today, you're mine." He's dangerous. He's toxic. He's everything I should run from. But why does my heart skip every time he's near? | | | 🔥 A senior-junior BL romance full of obsession, possessiveness, and heart-racing drama. ✨ What happens when a lion claims his bunny... and refuses to let go?

Where Ishan stumbles into Shubman's life one day and changes the latter's life forever. Shubman takes pity on Ishan but will the pity turn into something more? Shubman doesn't know, but he's ready to find out. Are you?

Title: "Behind Those Innocent Eyes" Synopsis: Everyone in the Indian Cricket Team (ICT) knows that Ishan Kishan is the baby of the squad-too cute, too adorable, and completely innocent. His infectious smile, bubbly personality, and constant teasing make him the team's favorite. And no one loves teasing him more than his best friend and roommate, Shubman Gill. But what happens when the team-and especially Shubman-witness a side of Ishan they've never seen before? Shubman finds himself drawn to this new side of Ishan, but is he ready to handle the fire hidden beneath all that sweetness? ---

Title: My Ishu Baby Summary: In this soft, fluffy friends-to-lovers fanfic, Shubman Gill is a possessive, overprotective, and slightly angry top who treats Ishan Kishan like his precious baby. Ishu is the innocent, shy, obedient bottom - loved by the entire Indian cricket team but protected fiercely by Shubman, who calls him sweet names like Ishu baby, princess, and mera baccha. The story follows their everyday moments: Shubman carrying Ishan's kit bag because "baby shouldn't lift heavy things." Shubman feeding Ishu, cuddling him, and glaring at any teammate who makes Ishu blush. ICT team witnessing Shubman's whipped behavior and teasing both like a chaotic desi family. A soft, tearful love confession when Ishan cries thinking Shubman is angry, only to be comforted with "I love you, mera baby." It's pure cute fluff with possessive Shubman, baby Ishu, nicknames, cuddles, jealous glares, and desi-style team drama.

Joong Archen only lives with one truth that his sister didn't just die - she was driven to death. And the man responsible? Alom Natachai - now a respected figure in one of Thailand's most powerful business families. Joong can't touch Alom directly. So he chooses something far crueler: He'll destroy the Natachai family from the inside. Starting with Dunk Natachai. Highest Rankings˖⁠♡ JoongDunk - #1 Dunk - #1 Joong -#1 Revenge - #1 PondPhuwin - #16

Top Ratings : #1 bottom ( 15.04.2026) #6 bl ( 25.04.2026 ) #3 top ( 16.05.2026) #3 loveislove ( 17.05.2026 ) #1 British ( 26.05.2026) #1 loveislove ( 31.05.2026 ) "I hate you," he said...his voice trembling with fury. "I hate your voice. I hate the very sound of your breathing." Before he could walk away, fingers curled around his collar, slamming him against the wall. A whisper followed...low, dangerous, and sealed like a dark promise. "It isn't hatred," he murmured. "It's love. Whether you accept it or not." "Lies," came the broken reply. "Everything you've said is a lie." "Yes, I lied," he admitted calmly. "And I'll lie again if I have to. I'll do anything....but I will never let you walk away from me." The cold sting of a syringe pressed into his skin. ~~~~●●●●~~~~~●●●●~~~~~~~~●●●●~~~~~●●●~~ Agniv Mehra, a 24-year-old Indian student, arrives in New York carrying ambition, rebellion, and a past he refuses to speak about. He doesn't follow orders. He never has. Karen Craves, a 32-year-old British professor, is authority personified-controlled, commanding, and dangerously unreadable. Everyone listens to him. Everyone obeys. Except Agniv. Two men.Two secrets. One Line should never meant to be crossed When stubborn defiance collides with ruthless obsession, boundaries blur, lies deepen, and control becomes addictive. Is this love...or something far more merciless? And when the truth finally surfaces... will either of them survive it? Tropes & Themes ●Top Student × Bottom Professor ●Dark Academia ●Power Play ●Age Gap (8 years) ●Mild BDSM ●Lies & Manipulation ●Good Boy Kink ●Indian × British ●Hidden Identities ●Obsession vs Control

HIS PERFECT STRANGER Subtitle: Our Slow Blooms The scent of marigolds was suffocating. The sacred fire was a witness to a union born of a dying man's wish and a living man's despair. Arth looked at his husband-the man he had loved from the shadows for years-and saw only a stranger. A man whose soul was buried in a grave three years ago. "Humne phere le liye hain, Zamindar Ji..." Arth's voice was a fragile whisper, his eyes searching for a single spark of warmth in the cold marble of Vikram's face. Vikram didn't look back. His gaze was fixed on the portrait of the woman whose place Arth could never take. "Shaadi hui hai, Arth. Rishta nahi." Vikram's voice was like a frost that killed the first bloom of spring. "Is ghar ki dehleez ke andar tum sirf ek zimmedari ho. Meri patni ki jagah lene ki koshish bhi mat karna... kyunki vo jagah aaj bhi bhari hui hai." Arth stood in the silence of a room that still smelled like another woman's perfume, holding a glass of water from a man who gave him everything except a reason to breathe. He had married his dream, only to realize he was living in someone else's nightmare. What happens when the heart you want to heal is the one that refuses to beat for anyone living? Can a shadow ever compete with a ghost? Dive into a tale of 19th-century angst, silent tears, and a love so patient it might just break before it blooms.