ʙᴏᴏᴋ 𝟷 ɪɴ ᴊᴏᴜʀɴᴇʏ sᴇʀɪᴇs Tia ᥫ᭡ Saransh "I like you. Saransh ji, I truly do a lot, but I'm not sure what love is because I've never felt it." "Then let me show you what love feels like by painting you in the color of my love, sona. ✮ ⋆ ˚｡𖦹 ⋆｡°✩ "She is the woman who has shown me the value of patience, of waiting for the right person to come into my life." ╰┈➤ Saransh Sharma "In him, I found a light in my darkest days, a beacon of hope that guided me through the shadows. He is the man who has shown me that I am worthy of love, that I deserve to be cherished and adored." ╰┈➤ Tia Yadav 𐙚 ˚ ⋆｡˚ ᡣ𐭩 Tia, a college-going student, is a stunningly beautiful brown girl who has always struggled with insecurities about her skin color, exacerbated by the disdain of her parents. Despite this, she caught the attention of two handsome strangers who would change her life forever. One of them, her devoted husband, would stop at nothing to protect her from harm. Little did she know, he was actually the Indian mafia king, willing to eliminate anyone who posed a threat to their love. The other stranger, an Italian businessman with captivating blue eyes, became obsessed with Tia's body and skin color, determined to possess her at any cost. As Tia finds herself entangled in the dangerous world of these two men, she realizes that she is in grave danger of being consumed by their obsessions. The book contains trauma, drug abuse, violence, and mature content with 18+ scenes

Samhita Maity, a historian, found excitement in discovering long-lost secrets of histories- a perfectionist in her work. However, there was one mysterious figure eluding her expertise-the exploration of the most celebrated king of ancient India, whose name resounded across the world. His unwritten and unfinished books ignited her curiosity, and day and night, her thoughts were consumed by him. Who was he beyond the exterior of a king? How did his empire attain such advanced and flourishing heights that even contemporary science couldn't reach? Why were only fragments written about him? Where did he vanish so suddenly? These questions lingered, morphing into an obsession. Driven by an insatiable desire to unravel his mystery, Samhita set on a daring journey through time, stepping into his kingdom. As the threads of time intertwined, Samhita became Rajadhiraj Vikramaditya's own obsession. She had entered the realm of an eagle, and now, there seemed to be no escape. Would she find her way back to her own time? Would he permit her departure or would she be held captive by the sparks of dominance and power that crackled between them? Could their individual dominances coexist, or would they crumble in the face of each other's compelling forces?

"Don't expect anything from me." That's what Aryan Sharma tells Riya Shetty right after the wedding. Short. Heartless. Handsome. He's everything she didn't want - and everything her family insisted she needed. Riya is done pleasing people. If she has to play the perfect wife, she will. But she won't beg for his affection. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Riya Shetty - warm-hearted, soft-spoken, and fiercely loyal - works as a teacher and comes from a middle-class South Indian family. Aryan Sharma - cold, sharp, and emotionally locked away - is one of India's most powerful lawyers, born into a high-profile North Indian legacy. In a world where promises are made but hearts stay guarded, Riya dreams of warmth, laughter, and a love worth fighting for. Aryan, cold and distant, wears the scars of a past he can't forget - and a future he doesn't want. When an arranged marriage binds them together, two strangers must navigate years of silence, unspoken desires, and aching loneliness. As walls crumble and truths unravel, will Riya's quiet yearning be enough to thaw Aryan's guarded heart? Or will the shadows of blame and grief pull them further apart? Slow-burn romance. Heartbreak and healing. A love that's not given - but earned.

"𝑰𝒇 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒕𝒓𝒚 𝒕𝒐 𝒓𝒖𝒏 𝒂𝒈𝒂𝒊𝒏, 𝑻𝒂𝒓𝒂... 𝑰 𝒘𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒃𝒆 𝒂𝒔 𝒄𝒊𝒗𝒊𝒍𝒊𝒛𝒆𝒅 𝒂𝒔 𝑰 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒊𝒓𝒔𝒕 𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆." She grew up learning that love hurts. A scar above her eyebrow... a childhood filled with fear... a mother she lost too soon. Now, with only one week to arrange 25 lakhs, she's forced into a world she never wanted- and into a marriage with a man who looks at her like she's already his. But some stories aren't about falling in love... they're about surviving it. And sometimes... you don't realize which one you're doing until it's too late. Read the story to know more.

Seventeen-year-old Brielle Thompson never really had a normal life. She started hearing voices in her head and other people's thoughts when she was thirteen, and her neglectful parents thought she was insane. Being forced to take medications that silenced the voices, she was rendered weak and useless, and indefinitely- alone. After one blurry year filled with psychiatrists and medications, Brielle couldn't live that way anymore. She learned to pretend not to hear the voices and after a while, they faded away. Until three years later. Brielle was sent to an all girls boarding school for troubled teenagers. Throwing her into a world of discipline and harsh punishments, she struggled to fit in to a place she didn't belong. After spending two years there she just mixed in with everyone else, she was just another face in a crowd of students that didn't want to be there. Her life was turning back to normal, until she is visited by an Incubus in her dreams-or so she thought. Being thrown into the world of supernatural, Brielle is left with more questions than answers on how a dark and handsome stranger changed her life forever. She craved his lethal, forbidden love. • Incubus • A male demon believed to have sexual intercourse with sleeping women. Complete.

It was getting hard to breathe I felt like I was being chocked then I felt a tingling sensation in my core. I moaned and whimpered slightly. Then I heard a deep voice. "Shhhh" A hand covered my mouth. I shot awake. ⚠️⚠️⚠️ this book has a lot of heavy smutt with long pages ⚠️⚠️⚠️.

"You can't make me leave no matter what you do." He gets close to my face smirking. "I'm a royal, I leave on my own accord princess." A seemingly innocent girl catches the eyes of an incubus. ++ this story contains explicit and triggering themes, viewer discretion advised. don't forget to support my story by voting and commenting, thank you & enjoy ++ cover done by me side note I wrote this book as a teen and I hate it it's only up cuz some people enjoy it

"No-please-don't do this!" Seraphina sobbed, her voice cracking as she clung to her eldest brother's wrist. "I-I'll be good. I'll do whatever you say, just don't-" A sharp crack echoed through the room as his palm struck her cheek, sending her crashing to the marble floor. Pain exploded across her skin, but it was nothing compared to the terror clawing at her chest. From above, his voice was cold. Unmoved. "You will marry him." She shook her head wildly, crawling backward until her spine hit the wall. "He's a monster," she whispered, her breath shuddering. "He's not human. Please, don't make me do this. I'll die." Her second brother crouched in front of her, grabbing her chin roughly, forcing her to look at him. His lips curled, eyes void of warmth. "Then die." Her breath hitched. "But you will die as his wife." The door behind them creaked open. Heavy footsteps. Her father stepped inside, his expression unreadable. "Lock her in this room," he ordered. "She will not step out until her wedding day." Sera thrashed as hands seized her, dragging her toward the massive iron doors. "No! Please-Father, please!" But he didn't even look at her. The last thing she saw before the door slammed shut was her brothers standing side by side, indifferent as she was thrown into a fate worse than death. Then darkness. And the only thing left was the suffocating truth. She was a sacrifice. A bride to the Sinister, a devil himself. #A STANDALONE BOOK

"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"

She feared him more than anything-until he became the only place she felt safe. After escaping years of abuse, Lina found a fragile kind of peace scrubbing floors in a mercenary's mansion. Quiet, invisible, and broken, she kept her head down and her voice lower. Especially around him. Killian. He kills for a living. He is a powerful, cold-blooded mercenary, a wealthy man who built his empire off blood, fear. He owns a powerful private military company that operates in the shadows, answering only to the highest bidders. He commands killers, closes deals, and never makes mistakes. Until her. A glance. A flinch. A wound she tried to hide. And suddenly, he was watching her closely. Quietly. Like she was a puzzle he didn't mean to touch... but couldn't stop obsessing over. Killian: "You blush like that again, and I swear I'll pin you against this wall just to see how deep it goes." He didn't know how to be soft. She didn't know how to be wanted. But in a house full of violence, he saw her. And he started to change. And soon, she was everywhere in his mind.