He rose from the ashes of his own damnation, chained to a curse older than time itself. She-his forbidden salvation. The one whose love condemned him, and whose soul he vowed to claim in every life she's reborn. She dreams of him but doesn't understand why the scent of lavender feels like fire, or why the man with golden eyes haunts her every breath. Bound by fate, haunted by visions, Mayatra feels an invisible thread pulling her toward the stranger who knows her too well. But some loves are not written in this life, they are carved in blood, sealed by a curse... and remembered beyond death. Written By.. Desidreamer_KK

"You're the only thing that I have ever truly loved," he states, leaning in closer. I try to scoot away, but he corners me on the bed, placing his body over mine. "Get off me!" I exclaim, angrily. "I'm not who you think I am. That can't be possible." His face comes closer to mine as he pins my wrists to the bed. "It is possible. I loved you for three, short, human years, and then you left me. Now that I have you back, though, I will never let that happen again." ***** Salem's earliest memories were of her parents preforming odd rituals. She never really understood anything they said in them, but she would always sit in the middle of the big, circled, star and giggle. At age 10, both of her parents died. She was thrown into foster care. Without them around to explain to her exactly what the rituals meant, Salem was never told that she was a sacrifice to a demon king in exchange for all the money they could ever ask for. On her 20th birthday, at the stroke of midnight, the demon king finally comes for her. She is completely unaware of the situation, and she begins to try her best at resisting his advances, but he is very possessive, very persuasive, and very determined to claim what is rightfully his.

A woman transmigrates into a novel, a pretty standard transmigration novel, right? "Um, can I just be the badass subordinate of this big villain?" This is a book about a certain woman who becomes a certain big boss's subordinate and later on lover... (In the process of editing) (Progress: 7/39)

He had spent centuries with only himself for company, he fed, tortured and killed that was his life and he liked it that way, until she came along and stirred something in him, something he couldn't and wouldn't accept. “If I were you I’d keep that stake sharp. Don’t expect anymore visits like this, next time I come I expect you to use that thing,” he told her pointing to the stake on the bed, and then he was gone.

His fingers trailed along her cheek. "Say it," Dhruvay murmured, voice raw with longing. "Say you missed me, wife." Roopa's eyes dropped to his wrapped hand again, the way it trembled slightly, the way he'd covered it with something that belonged to her instead of getting treated properly. Her throat tightened. "You bled, fought, got yourself hurt," she whispered shakily, eyes glossing with something unspoken. "And came all this way... for this?" His lips curled, amused, but that glint in his eyes darkened. "Tch. That mouth... I missed that too." She placed her palm on his chest, trembling fingers pressing against the thudding heart beneath. Not to push him away. But to feel him. To ground herself. To steady her pulse that threatened to race away. "If I say I missed you," she whispered, her voice laced with fear and fury, "what would you do?" "I'd never let you leave again," he said without a blink. "Not even to breathe." Tears burned her eyes, but she swallowed them. "And if I don't?" His gaze darkened. The smile faded like smoke vanishing in wind. "Then I'll still keep you," he said coldly. "But you'll bleed with me, wife... until you understand you were never meant to run." A gasp caught in her throat. He meant every word. Every scar on him was a sentence for her. "You're reckless," she whispered, "you terrify me." His expression flickered into something possessive, before he smiled again. A wicked, burning smile. "Good. Then maybe you'll stop running." His other hand slided beneath the hem of her top, resting possessively on her waist. "Now be a good girl, Roopa," he whispered, "and say you missed me." ~~❉~~ A forced marriage. A stolen past. And a love she was never meant to feel. When the truth comes out, will her heart betray her pride? Curious to know what happens next? Start reading DhRupa now.

After a wish on the night of a blood moon, Mouna wakes up in the body of a familiar but beautiful woman. And the man she wakes up next to? An equally good looking man who has the personality of the sun but brown eyes hiding deep pain. Dhruv isn't sure what to make of his wife all of a sudden. She acts like a completely different person. Usually cold and confident, she is now shy and...can cook? Things finally seem to be going right and maybe there might be hope for their rocky relationship. Mouna doesn't know what to do or how to get back. But the more time she spends with this man, the more she feels like she doesn't want to go back. But she's the wrong woman. And falling for him isn't right. Right?

What happen when a girl who admire 'Maharaj Shivsaksham' the king of 'Vishmkerma' kingdom of 10th century of India, went back in time to saw the glory of the person she admire . . But when time has something else for them. . what happens when they will cross path ? . ShivSai - The Forgotten Love of History" is the first part of a two-book series that follows the emotional and unforgettable love story of Shiv and Sai. The second part of the series, titled "ShivSai - The Eternal Bond Beyond History," will explore their life after marriage. It will dive deeper into their relationship as they face the challenges of responsibility, identity, and emotional conflict . #1 in fiction #1 in runawaygirl #8 in ancient #26 in politics #65 in history #5 in king #4 in runaway #22 in historicalromance #134 in politics All names and characters are imaginary

"Is it necessary to be a King's wife to become a queen?" : A kingdom is ruled by a King but the Queen rules the king's heart." : "It's my decision to choose him as my groom, and it is my responsibility to make him a king." : : Her altah coloured feet approached towards the end of the arena. The tinkling sounds of her anklets echoed. All eyes were fixed on her. Everyone was waiting eagerly for her to choose a suitable groom for herself. Kings and princes from different dynasties of Aryavart stood there with all their glory just to catch her attention but her eyes were fixed somewhere else. Holding the garland of Lotus she approached towards the end of the arena. Her eyes met his molten coppery ones as she put the garland around his neck making everyone shocked. Everyone present in the arena was astonished. Everyone had just one question in their mind - WHY DID THE MOST BEAUTIFUL PRINCESS OF ARYAVART CHOOSE A BEGGAR AS HER GROOM? ................ Join Avni in her journey to turn her husband into a king. Join Avni in her journey to become a true Queen. This story is dedicated to all those girls who are fighters and lovers. .............. Tropes- Indian royal marriage Romance Historical Arrange Marriage King and Queen Hey everyone, Har har mahadev. This is the very first story that I am writing it is completely fictional. Please give this a try. And help me to improve as well.

King Nikolai Volkov - the feared King of Russia, cold-hearted, powerful, and impossible to read. Queen Anaya Volkov - born in India, married into the Russian throne, once gentle, loving, and desperate for her husband's affection. In her first life, Anaya gave him everything. Her loyalty. Her heart. Her love. Yet as Queen of Russia, she was never truly treated like one. Ignored by her husband, disrespected by the court, and left alone in a palace full of whispers, Anaya spent her days longing for a love that was never returned. Until the loneliness, betrayal, and heartbreak finally led to her death. But fate was not done with her. Anaya opens her eyes once again in the same royal era, in the same palace, at the beginning of the life that once destroyed her. This time, she remembers everything. And this time, she does not care. The woman who once begged for love is gone. Now she is cold, distant, and untouchable. She no longer waits for the king. No longer seeks his attention. No longer loves him. And that is exactly when everything changes. The same husband who once ignored her now cannot take his eyes off her. King Nikolai's gaze follows her through every corridor. His voice softens only for her. His possessiveness grows darker with every passing day. The queen he once forgot has now become the only woman he wants. Obsessed, protective, and dangerously devoted, the king is determined to claim the heart of the wife who no longer belongs to him. But can a love born from obsession heal the wounds of a past life... or will it destroy her once again?

Hyejin gets sucked into her own book she has written. There she became the villainess of her book who is destined to die in the hands of her own exclusive butler. Unable to escape her new life, she embraces it and decided to change her fate that she wrote, in hopes she won't get killed by her butler. It doesn't matter if her life becomes tough or messy as long as she's alive, she doesn't mind! . . . . . "Milady do you favour me or his highness more?" "Of course you." "Then me or your brother?" "...You?" "Am I your favourite, milady?" "...." Why is her butler suddenly acting this way? All she did was stop abusing him. PSA: there are some swear words in this book This is my own story! I did not copy from anyone. The characters are my own that I made as well. On Webnovel, Inkitt and Tapas as well. [To be edited!] Highest ranking: #1 Butler #1 Original characters #1 Isekai #1 Anotherworld #1 Comedy #2 Female Protagonist #1 Reincarnation #1 Medieval #3 Author #2 Shoujo #7 Romance #23 Original #54 Slowburn #704 Love