Satan was never red. He didn't have horns, or fangs, or a tail curling behind him. If anything, he was a man. A man with piercing blue eyes and a perfectly tailored suit. Hair neatly styled. Posture precise. He didn't drag people to hell. He walked them there, never once looking back. He wasn't born a monster. He was forged into one. Already condemned to hell, not for what he was... But for what he was willing to do. For her. _______________________________________________________________ The devil was never right. Of course not. If she were, she'd never be the devil. She looked like sunlight. She wore green dusted with glitter and lipstick the color of summer mistakes. Her green eyes were bright. Her hair fell in soft gold waves like Goldilocks. She had dimples, which were dents. Dents to a person's doom. Her warmth wasn't kindness. She didn't stumble into hell. She chose it, the way some people choose honesty over comfort. Heaven wanted her quiet. Hell welcomed her loud. The devil was never right. The devil was her. _______________________________________________________________ What happens when the monster who chose hell meets the one who was born for it? Can sunshine survive the devil she created?

Har adhoori kahaani ka matlab khatam hona nahi hota... kabhi kabhi woh sirf apne sahi waqt ka intezaar kar rahi hoti hai. Aratrika Singhania and Ishaan Raichand were once everything to each other. Best friends who shared secrets, laughter, and dreams. School sweethearts who believed their love was unbreakable-too pure to ever fail. Until life proved them wrong. One moment changed everything. Promises were broken, words were left unsaid, and love that once felt like home turned into the deepest wound of their lives. What followed was not closure-but distance. Eight long years of silence, memories, and pain that never truly faded. They moved on. Or at least, they pretended to. When fate brings them face to face again after eight years, the past refuses to stay buried. Old emotions resurface, unresolved heartbreak bleeds through every glance, and the love they once lost comes back-raw, aching, and painfully familiar. Because some connections don't disappear with time. They wait. They haunt. They hurt. Ishq Hua Dard Hua is a story of love that began in innocence, was shattered by circumstances, and is forced to confront itself again. It is about longing, regret, second chances, and the terrifying question of whether love can survive after being broken beyond repair. Sometimes love heals. Sometimes love scars. And sometimes... love does both.

‎#ʙᴏᴏᴋ➀.. 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐨𝐫 𝐥𝐮𝐬𝐭? ‎°° ‎Love was a fairy tale for her. ‎she see it as a strength, but for him love was weakness.🥀 ‎ ‎𓍢ִ໋🌷͙֒˚࿐ ⋆｡ﾟ☁︎｡⋆ ‎𝐙𝐚𝐫𝐲𝐚𝐧 𝐒𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐚 × 𝐀𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐯𝐢 𝐊𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐚🪶 ‎ ‎࿐ ‎"I never loved you nor I will in future!" he growls at her. ‎"Understand princess?" he said while wiping her tears. ‎ ‎"I-i'm s-sorry.." she answered. Sobbing. ‎ ‎࿐ ‎𝑊ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙 ℎ𝑎𝑝𝑝𝑒𝑛, 𝑖𝑓 𝑎 𝑠𝑤𝑒𝑒𝑡 𝑖𝑛𝑛𝑜𝑐𝑒𝑛𝑡 𝑔𝑖𝑟𝑙 𝑤ℎ𝑜 𝑛𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑔𝑜𝑡 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒 𝑓𝑟𝑜𝑚 𝑎𝑛𝑦𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝑚𝑒𝑒𝑡 𝑎 𝑐𝑜𝑙𝑑 ℎ𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝑔𝑢𝑦? ‎ ‎ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴡɪʟʟ ʜᴀᴘᴘᴇɴ ɪꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ɢɪʀʟ ᴡʜᴏ ᴊᴜsᴛ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ᴋɪɴᴅɴᴇss ꜰʀᴏᴍ ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ ꜰᴀʟʟ ꜰᴏʀ ᴀ cᴏʟᴅ ʀᴜᴛʜʟᴇss CEO? ‎ ‎⋆｡ﾟ.. ⋆｡ﾟ ‎ ‎To know give a try to this book.... ‎Love. Obsession. Romance or sex? ‎ ‎⋆｡ﾟ.. ⋆｡ﾟ ‎ ‎A boy with cold personality and major anger issues & A girl with kindness and sweet personality.🫧🍂 ‎⋆｡ﾟ.. ⋆｡ﾟ ‎ ‎You will enjoy it.🦋🐾 (give it a try<3🐾🪶) ‎ ‎ ｡˚✩ ..... ｡˚✩ ‎ ‎ ‎🐾:- ‎•𝐀𝐠𝐞 𝐠𝐚𝐩. ‎•𝐒𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭 × 𝐑𝐮𝐝𝐞. ‎•𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐇𝐞 𝐟𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐫. (Contains hindi dialogues) ‎ ⋆｡ﾟ.. ⋆｡ﾟ ‎ ‎ ‎

Luken Hunt is a virgin. A 23 year-old, NHL-playing, star-forward virgin. He's spent years dodging the post-game parties, the groupies, the endless opportunities that come with being a pro athlete. He's too focused on hockey, too awkward, too... completely out of his depth when it comes to women. Then Brooklyn Launder walks into his life. Sharp, stunning, and absolutely off-limits, she's the sports reporter who's seen it all-cocky athletes, bad pickup lines, and men who think they can charm their way into her life. But Luken? He's different. And when a flustered interview of his goes viral, turning the league's most unapproachable player into everyone's favorite bashful hockey heartthrob, Brooklyn finds herself just as intrigued as the rest of the internet. So when he confesses he's never even been kissed properly, Brooklyn makes a proposition-a few lessons. Just to help him out. A kiss here, a little guidance there. Nothing serious. Until the first lesson turns into two. Then three. And suddenly, Luken is learning fast-not just how to kiss, but how to touch, tease, and drive Brooklyn absolutely insane. But with the media watching, a locker room full of relentless teammates, and a career that demands all of him, Luken has to decide if he's ready to risk it all-for the one thing he's never had. A slow-burn, forbidden, scorching-hot hockey romance where the shy, virgin hockey star gets the ultimate education-and the woman he never saw coming. 𓅷 [SMUT Warning] [18+ Mature Audiences] Don't copy my work I will find you 🔪 4/14/25 1 in #sports 1 in friendswithbenefits 1 in hockey 1 in badgirlgoodboy 1 in nhlhockey 1 in nhlfanficton

Four years. Four years since Elliot Kane left the country, leaving behind the laughter, the chaos, and the way he made the world feel lighter-like nothing could touch us. I told myself I didn't care. I told myself I'd moved on. And yet, seeing him now, standing in our family's living room proved how wrong I was. "Sasha! Come down, you have to see this!" my brother, Julian Moreau, called from below, his voice full of excitement. I hesitated for a moment, my heart stuttering, before taking the marble steps. My parents, Alexander and Celeste Moreau, were greeting his parents, smiling warmly. But it wasn't them who drew my attention first. There he was. Elliot Kane, casual yet confident, leaning against the edge of the table, his eyes sweeping the room like he owned none of it, yet belonged anywhere else. Beside him stood Liana Kane, his sister, radiant and poised as ever, laughing at something he said. "Braces," I said instinctively, smirking. The nickname had stuck back in our high school days. "Glasses," he replied, his grin widening. Four years apart, and it was as if no time had passed at all. Liana hurried over, hugging me tightly. "Sasha! I can't believe it's really you. It's been ages!" "I know," I replied, hugging her back. "So much has happened..." Across the room, Julian and Elliot were already at it-shoulder bumps, laughing between the secrets they share like old times. "You've been away too long, Kane," Julian said, ruffling Elliot's hair. "And you've gotten even taller," Elliot shot back, nudging him with that same easy confidence that made him infuriating and charming all at once. And yet, beneath all the laughter, beneath the familiarity, there was a thread of something unsaid between Elliot and me. A memory only the three of us shared, a secret that had stayed with us even through years and distance. Four years had changed him. And it was painfully clear... I'd changed too.