❝𝐀𝐝𝐯𝐚𝐢𝐭 𝐬𝐢𝐬𝐨𝐝𝐢𝐚 & 𝐌𝐢𝐤𝐬𝐡𝐚 𝐒𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐚❞ I should not feel anything for someone who is my enemy, someone who has caused me so much pain that the very thought of him should fill me with nothing but rage and bitterness. Yet, against all logic, I feel it-I feel the heat rising beneath my skin . The mere idea of his touch sends shivers down my spine, igniting sensations that I desperately want to ignore. This isn't right. I shouldn't crave the presence of someone I despise, but my body betrays me, responding to him in ways that my mind fiercely rejects. He stands so close that his breath fans across my face, warm and intimate, stirring emotions that I refuse to acknowledge. A slight movement is all it would take for our lips to meet, for this unbearable tension to shatter into something far more dangerous. His hands are braced on either side of my head, trapping me, yet he doesn't need to touch me to make me feel trapped. His body hovers just out of reach, yet I can sense him, every inch of him, as if the air itself is an extension of his presence. I shouldn't desire this man. I shouldn't want to close the gap, to feel the press of his body against mine. I should be repulsed, disgusted by how my thoughts betray my hatred. But my body doesn't listen to reason , it yearns for what it shouldn't, driven by instincts I can't control. I despise him-my enemy- My rival-but the line between hatred and desire is blurring, and I'm terrified of which side I might fall on. {𝖠 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗇𝖽𝖺𝗅𝗈𝗇𝖾 } | | Mature content 18+| |

Combien de larmes pour un sourire ? Combien de mensonges pour une vérité ? Professeure stagiaire, Luna se bat contre son anxiété sociale. Malgré ses peurs, elle balaie ses principes afin d'aider un élève en détresse. Cette bonne action relie sa vie insipide à celle d'Ayden et Aleksander. L'un impose le silence par sa dureté désarmante, l'autre le remplit de sa présence attentionnée. Imprévisibles, ils déstabilisent la routine de Luna qui peine à dissocier le vrai du faux. Les masques diffèrent mais les rancœurs se ressemblent. Entre gestes retenus et secrets étouffés, leurs sentiments se devinent plus qu'ils ne se disent et chaque détail pourrait dévoiler ce que le trio s'efforce de cacher. Et s'il fallait se perdre pour enfin se révéler ? "Il suffit d'une étoile pour avancer dans le noir. L'Espoir."

One body swap. Two enemies. He's golden retriever energy. The other's pure Doberman rage. They can't stand each other- until they wake up trapped in each other's bodies... and realize the only way to break the spell might be to stop pretending they don't care.

# BOOK 1 of the series - KALANK CHRONICLES ABHIMAAN SINGH RATHORE Abhimaan stood on the balcony, the city lights reflecting off his crisp, dark blazer. His hands were tucked into his pockets, jaw tight, eyes scanning the chaos below. For him, love had always been a trap, something that made him weak, dependent, and vulnerable. He wasn't about to fall into it again. Not now. Not ever. MISHIKA ARORA Meanwhile, inside the house, Mishika hummed softly, her bright scarf loosely draped over her shoulders as she stirred a cup of cocoa for her little niece. She believed in love, not in grand gestures or fairy-tale endings, but in quiet, heartfelt moments like this. Family first. Always. Their worlds are different, and yet, neither knew how close fate was about to bring them.

| BOOK 1 of ' Eternal love series'.| | STANDALONE | MAFIA ROMANCE | LOVE MARRIAGE | PAST TRAUMA | 18+ | MATURE CONTENT | ----------------------------------------------------------------- Eka :- a fierce, strong, unstoppable woman, ruling an empire worth billions and commanding hundreds of firms. Caught in the battle between her heart and mind for ages. Achintya :- a quiet, calm, observant man-from a background where money is worth nothing compared to family. ------------------------------------------------------------- "She was strong, fierce, but broken, thinking love isn't for her... until he shows up." ------------------------------------------------------------- He is her comfort, She is his calmness. ------------------------------------------------------------- "Created by God." "Planned by destiny." 💓 ------------------------------------------------------------ • No Cheating. • No Love triangle. • No other Woman/Man. • Just two souls devoted to each other. • Just two lovers bounded by the thread of destiny. ------------------------------------------------------------ Starting: 10 August 2025. Ending: -------------------------------------------------------------- All rights reserved to @Eraverse_

Il y a des voix qu'on n'entend pas. Et d'autres qu'on ne devrait jamais écouter. Élias a grandi à l'écart des autres : attiré dès l'enfance par ce qui rampe, se glisse, et se cache. On disait qu'il était étrange et différent. On ne voyait pas qu'il se débattait seul avec une présence silencieuse qui l'accompagnait partout. Une présence patiente. Une présence encourageante. Une présence qui lui murmurait qu'il était des plus spécial. Lorsque des murs d'un blanc immaculé referment enfin leurs bras sur lui, on pense que l'histoire s'arrête là. Mais ERREUR ! Certaines lignées portent des ombres plus anciennes qu'on ne le croit, et les voix, elles, ne vieillissent jamais. - Eh ! - Oui ? - À qui racontes-tu tout cela ? - Je... Je ne sais pas. - Partons. Elle est là. Elle l'a eu. - ... Oui. -Reyss.

Is age really just a number? Can a student fall for a teacher? Ava Collins is a brilliant student with a dream of becoming a lawyer, but dreams do not pay school fees. When poverty forces her into impossible choices, Ava learns that survival often comes at a painful cost. As a cold and intimidating teacher enters her life with an unsettling interest, blurred lines and hidden motives begin to surface. In a world where kindness can be dangerous and protection can feel suffocating, Ava must decide who she can trust before her secrets destroy her future.

A young adult stands alone in a crowded college hallway, her back to the chaos, she is lost in her own world, headphones on, book on her arms, the noise of the crowd fades into the background as she searches for her own voice. Wii she ever find herself in the chaos?