Rudra Rana Singh Rawal was abandoned at the age of two. Stolen name. Stolen identity. Stolen crown. He has lived the life of a thief despite being a Prince. There's only one thing he is surviving for: Revenge. And there's only one person he's living for: His Esther. Who's more important? The reason that's keeping him alive, or the reason he hasn't given up for? He's afraid he'll have to steal one to win another. But revenge is a war. It cannot be stolen. It should be won. And this time, he's determined to rise as a winner. *Content and Trigger warning: This book contains past references to abuse, child molestation, and suicide

[WINNER OF BEST HISTORICAL FICTION STORY IN THE FICTION AWARDS] There is a story that has been whispered into ear after ear across many countries. It's a sad but hopeful story, the story of The Lost Princess of Scotland. You should know that the story I am about to tell you is true. The horrific events within said story are real, however I should inform you that some details have been altered and exaggerated over the passing years so believe as much as you wish... ~~~ Seventeen years after the tragic attack on the Scottish Kingdom, Rosalie is leading a simple life with her Aunt and Uncle in England. Their lives are soon turned upside down when an unwelcome visitor calls upon their cottage. Running for her life Rose stumbles upon the help of Georgiana, Princess of England. Introduced to a whole new way of life, Rose finds herself falling for Georgiana's older brother, Alexander. Lust and power are a dangerous combination and Rose soon finds herself caught in the middle of a treacherous plot. The Kingdom may not be the safest place to stay after all. [[word count: 50,000-100,000 words]]

Hadley Jamison doesn't know what to think when she hears that her classmate, Archer Morales, committed suicide. She didn't exactly know him, but that doesn't stop her from feeling like there was something she could have done to help him. So to Hadley's surprise, on the very night of Archer's funeral, she has a run in with Death himself and is offered the chance to go back in time to stop Archer from ending his life. The catch? She only has twenty-seven days to do it. And if Hadley doesn't succeed? Well, she doesn't want to think about that.

Maximilian Leigh Sinclaire is labeled as the greatest heir in the world. The source of his greatness? His surname. In a world where business tycoons rule and heirs are constantly in the spotlight, Max is considered to be at the top. But heavy is the head that wears the crown, and Max knows the title was never his to claim. After meeting an uncle he hasn't seen in years, Max accepts an invitation to J.S. High, a school built for the most powerful heirs in the world. It was the best place to prove his worth--until Max realized that J.S. High isn't what it seems. Ruled by a monarchy that follows a ruthless system, Max must navigate cruel customs, gruesome battles, and betrayals in order to survive. The one who rises to the top becomes king, but with secrets buried within its walls, proving your worth might be the last thing you'll have to worry about. [Contains Volumes 1-3] [16+ | Contains violence and strong language]

Bloomwood Preparatory is a prestigious boarding school in London. To get in, you must be incredibly talented or incredibly rich- preferably both. And if you do get in, you're elite. In every sense of the word. In such a world, where the millionaires and prodigies call the shots, Vivian Wentworth and Archer Woods are elected Head Girl and Head Boy of Bloomwood Prep in their final year. It's a great honour, and to uphold it, they must work together responsibly and harmoniously. There's just a slight problem. Vivian and Archer have a history they'd do anything to forget. And a chemistry they'd do anything to deny.

Top - 2 in india ( 9/2/2026) In a quiet, misty district of Himachal Pradesh, in a small orphanage called Sparsh Ashram, lived a fragile, gentle girl named Ishara. Her eyes held a quiet innocence, untouched by the harshness of the world, yet shadowed with a deep, unspoken sorrow. When she was only four, her stepfather-the one who had once called her his life-had left her. He discovered she was the product of her mother's betrayal, and in his heartbreak, he turned away. Since then, Ishara had grown up in the soft, lonely halls of the orphanage, her heart tender, her spirit delicate, carrying a pain that even time could not erase. At fifteen, she was still small, almost like a fragile bird in a vast, unkind sky-beautiful, innocent, and quietly brave. .................................................................................................... ✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨