She's a wild, free spirit who sees the good in everyone, and he's the hardened, bad-tempered loner who wants nothing to do with her-yet no matter how hard he tries to push her away, she's the one temptation he can't escape. *** He's never met someone with such a bubbly personality. Not to mention the wildness and odd phrases she says every five minutes. He hates it. He hates how he can't stay away from it. He hates what she does to him; it's not like him to chase after some girl. She gets under his skin like no other. She's never met someone with such a bad attitude. He's ill-mannered and menacing. The glare never seems to leave his face. Considering it all, she can't help but feel the attraction toward him. Dangerous attraction toward a seemingly dangerous man. Maybe it's the tattoos on his arm that gets her attention. Or maybe it's because she can tell there's hope for good under his rough exterior. And she's about to find it, whether he likes it or not. It's no secret that the two of them are complete and total opposites. *** "You like being called Sugar, don't you?" I tease, placing my toothbrush back after finishing. He does the same and gives me a side-eyed scowl. He grips my chin harshly and kisses me. My body temperature raises a good ten degrees and my right leg goes all wiggly. He pulls away. "You like it when I kiss you, don't you?" He teases the same way I did to him and I'm left blubbering. "I think both of our questions are rhetorical," I lower my voice up at him. His lip curls up into a smirk. *** #1 in Young Adult #9 in Badboy #1 in Cold #3 in Goodgirl #1 in Sweetheart #14 in Love *** *Warning* This story contains mature themes (language, scenes)

"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.

"𝘿𝙖𝙧𝙨𝙝𝙞𝙠 𝙞𝙨 𝙖 𝙣𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙣𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙣𝙖 𝙢𝙚𝙚𝙩" In "The devil's darling," the lives of Darshik and Saanvi collide in a whirlwind of fate , attraction and turmoil. Will she be able to break through his walls, or will she become another victim of his reckless nature? This story explores the complexities of love, the battle between desire and self-preservation, and the journey of two souls navigating the fine line between passion and poison. Join us on this tumultuous ride as we delve into the depths of toxicity, power , violence ,an extreme obsession and the transformative power of vulnerability and may be..... just may be Love???? Beware It's a violent story....with no morals or ethics!!

He wasn't heartless. Just... unconvinced. Of love. Of women. Of promises that sound too pretty to be true. She wasn't broken. Just quietly aching. To be seen. To be wanted for who she is, not who she's expected to be. He inherited empires. She inherited emptiness. And when fate ties them together, love doesn't enter gently- It cracks the walls, shakes the ground, and demands to be felt. Loving Through Your Darkness Two hearts. One lie. And a love story neither of them believed they deserved.

✯✯✯ Ares Romano craved blood. He was everything dangerous, he was cold hearted and everything bad to describe him. He is the don of the Italian Mafia, with that being said what he craved more than blood was the death of Scarlett Knight. Scarlett Knight didn't think before she killed someone. She was next in line for her to be donna of the American Mafia but she had to get married before she received that title. Even though her life seem almost decent she just needed one thing; Ares Romano six feet under the ground. ✯✯✯ ⚠️ Warning ⚠️ *NOT edited *Mature themes *Any image used in this story is not mine Read at your own risk.

Book #1 of Never Duet "You would never be more than just a replacement, you'd never be mine." She had no choice in marriage or in running away from it. From him. The man who was supposed to marry her sister would get her now. Whether she fought, ran and begged. He'd drag her back on gun point if it meant she became his replacement bride. Deal. Reputation. Business. Three words that changed her fate. Three words to best describe why everyone wanted this marriage-except her. And before she could hope for this marriage to turn real, he made sure she never dared to. Tropes: Replaced bride Marriage of convenience Forced marriage Age gap Artist x Businessman Forced proximity

You and your family came to see me-I said no. Baat khatam. Rishta kahin aur dekh lo. And LEAVE. ME. ALONE!" My chest heaved with emotion, my vision blurred with tears I was trying hard not to let fall. But he didn't even blink. He simply looked at me with that dark, unreadable gaze... and then moved toward me, slow and steady, till I was pinned between his car door and him. No one could see us like this. He leaned in, caging me with his arms on either side of my head. His breath brushed against my skin as he whispered, "You don't wanna marry me... hmm?" I looked away, panic flaring again. He tilted his face, locking eyes with mine. "Bolo." I whispered, "No..." A cruel smirk curled on his lips. "Toh phir kis se karni hai shaadi?" he whispered. "N-no one..." He straightened up-now towering over me-and then, without warning, grabbed my waist and lifted me off the ground. My hands were caught between us, pressed to his chest. "A-Aahan-what... what are you-" I stuttered. "Shh," he murmured, lips brushing against my cheek. "You've said enough. Ab suno." "We're getting engaged in one week. Then the rest of the rituals. And after that," he paused, tightening his grip on my waist, "we'll get married." "Chahe tum khud mandap tak aao... ya main tumhe zabardasti le aaun. Samajh aaya, jaan?"

-𝐁𝐎𝐎𝐊 𝐓𝐖𝐎 𝐎𝐅 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐂𝐇𝐑𝐎𝐍𝐈𝐂𝐋𝐄𝐒- "This was just an arrangement" I stared into oblivion repeating the same words he offered me the night of our wedding. He stepped closer to me lifting my chin with a finger and I resisted a shiver triggered just by his mere stare "Look me in the eye and say that" my heart clenched and I blinked when the tears threatened to suffocate me. 𝘐 𝘤𝘢𝘯'𝘵 ༺❀༻ 𝙄𝙩𝙞 𝘿𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙧𝙖𝙟𝙜𝙞𝙧, a perfect enthusiast of happiness and a jolly personality. Coming from a well reputed business family she was expected to marry off for the sake of strengthening a successful alliance. But that was ever her dream, to have a fairytale of her own. 𝙈𝙖𝙣𝙖𝙫 𝙋𝙖𝙧𝙞𝙝𝙖𝙖𝙧, a person exhaustively devoted to the empire he created. Known for his extreme silence even at the sour times. When the two opposite souls were bound together by the thread of marriage. Who will be chosen by Love and who would it break? Iti x Manav

Rated No.1 #matureaudience #separation #maturelanguage #contractmarriage #loveforever #funnyromance#chicklit || 𝑯𝒆 𝒇𝒆𝒍𝒍 𝒇𝒊𝒓𝒔𝒕 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒆𝒍𝒍 𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒅𝒆𝒓 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒘𝒓𝒐𝒕𝒆 𝒂 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒚 𝒔𝒐 𝒎𝒂𝒈𝒊𝒄𝒂𝒍 ♡ || They say men always fuck up the things more, he's one of the best examples of those men. He's a mess and he won't even think twice before involving someone else in his mess. His world is dark, so dark that you'll lose all path even if you try to escape it countless times. The loneliness he carried within himself, he believes, can only be pushed away by drowning himself in the thirst of lust which is always flaring inside him to quench. But if only he knew by pushing it, he can't get rid of that loneliness. The ruthless billionaire does not know how to feel. Well he doesn't care about that all he does was fuck and throw without giving a shit about other's emotions. Meet him '𝑨𝒏𝒗𝒂𝒚 𝑺𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒉 𝑹𝒂𝒋𝒂𝒘𝒂𝒕' the male protagonist of this story. He believed he could bend any girl on her knees for a night to satisfy his lust and get his pleasure until his ways collided with her. She wasn't any different and that's what made him hate her more. For a fact now she's his so called "𝑪𝒐𝒏𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒕 𝑾𝒊𝒇𝒆" he knew she wasn't any naive dove she knows how to pull her cards and defeat him in a worst way possible. 𝙉𝙤𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙘𝙡𝙞𝙘𝙝é 𝙁𝙪𝙘𝙠 𝙗𝙤𝙮 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙉𝙖𝙞𝙫𝙚 𝙜𝙞𝙧𝙡 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙨𝙩𝙤𝙧𝙮 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚'𝙨 𝙡𝙤𝙩 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚. ° 𝐍𝐨 𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 b/w the leads ° 𝐌𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐥𝐨𝐭 𝐨𝐟 T.W. ° Not a book for virgin obsessed male lead/female lead.

"He looked at her like he just realized what love is." ✮ ⋆ ˚｡𖦹 ⋆｡°✩ "Can I..." I hesitated for a moment, but because it's the one thing I needed most, I pushed through, "will you just hold me for a minute." He didn't hesitate and tugged me against his chest. His arms wrapped tightly around me, and then I felt his breaths warming the top of my head. Slowly, I turned my cheek, and then I listened to his steady heartbeat. I shoved all my fear, my confusion, and my uncertain feelings for him aside and allowed myself to be weak. I closed my eyes, and grabbing hold of his sides, I fisted the fabric of his shirt. Before the tears come, I pulled away from him but he took one look at my face then yanked me back to him. Emotions whirled in my chest, and then a new one joined the chaos. Affection. It's as if he knows exactly what I need without me having to say a word. He pressed kisses against my hair, his voice an anchor that kept me from drowning as he murmured, "It's okay, love." Another kiss, and his arms clamped tightly around me. "You have me."