NUMBER ONE Selama ini, Arlan selalu menjadi nomor sekian. Ia adalah rahasia yang disimpan rapat di apartemen mewah, asisten yang siap sedia setiap saat, dan pelarian ketika Gavin Dirgantara-sang bintang besar-lelah dengan kepalsuan dunianya. Arlan mencintai dengan tulus, namun bagi Gavin, Arlan hanyalah seseorang yang "tidak akan pernah menjadi masa depan." Namun, ketika Arlan memutuskan untuk berhenti dan menghilang ke sebuah desa terpencil, posisi itu berbalik. Gavin menyadari bahwa tanpa Arlan, ia bukanlah siapa-siapa. Kesuksesan, popularitas, dan pertunangan mewahnya terasa hampa. Demi menjadikan Arlan prioritas utamanya, Gavin rela menghancurkan karirnya sendiri, meninggalkan gemerlap kota, dan belajar menjadi pria biasa di sebuah toko kelontong desa. Ini adalah kisah tentang penebusan dosa dan perubahan hati. Tentang bagaimana seorang pria yang terobsesi pada dirinya sendiri, akhirnya belajar bahwa mencintai berarti menjadikan orang tersebut sebagai satu-satunya-sang Number One. 🏳️‍🌈Cerita berunsur LGBT, jika kalian gak suka LGBT jangan baca🏳️‍🌈

I feel like shit. So I'm writing this. They never knew. They wished they did. he regretted not telling them until it was too late. They regretted never treating him right. All they wished was to hear his last words once more. TW: R@PE, SUICIDE, SELF HARM

Oman married a homeless girl to protect her from this cruel society. At first, he was beyond frustrate by this girl who was thrusted into his hands against his will. Later, unknowingly he fell harder for his little wife. *** Oman was exiled from his own country and he had travel to another country. During their deserted journey they both came close enough to share physical and emotional intimacy. Oman was a ruthless and fearless man, while tara was a quiet and innocent girl. Age-gap Historical fiction.

" We are not meant for each other. we were never " A tears fell off her eyes. slides down her right cheek as she wipes it off hurriedly. " Its better for both of us. we aren't just for each other " she says again. wiping the tears off that gushing out of her eyes like a pearly fountain. she shakes her head trying to control her tears as the jhumka in her ear moves repeatedly with the motion making little sparkling noise between the dead silence between them. Him, who was in his knees for her. slowly stands up. softly touching the little silver balls of her jhumkas that was making the sparkling noise. His eyes sparkles with tears along with the noise as he softly whispers behind her ears " I am yours. I was always yours. and I will be always yours, My Begum " ________________________________________________________ Welcome to the " The awaited kiss ". In a world where the hate slowly turns into love and the love heals you. consumes your soul and present you with a kind of love, which kind makes your tears smile. Make your lips says ' worth it ' and make your soul crave for more. Anusha Malik, the middle child raised among courtesy and strictness of her parents, always followed the rules that society showed her. A last year college students meet the rich spoiled boy, Hridan khan. both of them drawn to each other by hate from the very first day of their accidental meeting. their hate slowly forms into love but the society and the curse of love marriage stands between them. a question. family or love? Read the book to know more of their journey. Thank you for choosing the book.

Aa chal ke tujhe main leke chalun Ek aise Gagan k tale ♥︎ Jahan gam bhi na ho aansu bhi na ho Bas pyaar hi pyaar pale....♥︎♥︎ Some love stories don't begin with sparks~they begin with silences Story of quiet love that arrives late but stays long This is not a perfect love story - it's a real one Where two people shed their masks of perfection and fall for each other ●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●● A man who kneels without ego, A woman who bows without losing herself ●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●● He was not chosen because he demanded her, He was chosen because he waited She didn't fall because she was promised, She fell because she was respected ______________________________________________________ Jump inside the story to know if two wounded hearts can truly mend each other ♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡

SEQUEL TO THE BRIGHT ROOM ----- A murdered elder. A conspiracy among the local underground authorities. Malformed foundlings scattered in the desert. An ancient vampire friend somehow connected to it all. That's too much to handle even for Randy, a famously efficient vampire fixer, even with all the surprises he hides under his old-school duster. But his new partner, Clara, a world-weary executive assigned to watch over him, might be more trouble than help, especially with the tension between them that somehow even co-feeding cannot ease. Meanwhile, vampire hunter Gareth and whatever-the-hell-she-is-now Samantha try to navigate their new... business relationship, with all its emotional complexity (you've read my previous novel, right?), while Sam's mysterious powers develop, her sins come back to haunt her, and her best friend Cassie is still missing. To find her, they need to turn every stone the vampires hide under. But turning every stone is very much against the rules of vampiric society that Randy and Clara are defending. Will they be able to figure out they are all solving the same mystery, before something irreversible happens? And if they do, will they fix the underground world... or turn it into ash? This is another of my nesting dolls -- this time, an erotic horror/dark romance hides inside a mystery novel inside an urban fantasy. Seems simpler than the last one? Well, no luck, the existential dread is still there. If you're here from the prequel, to check what happened after the epilogue, this part starts in chapter 3. Melting. This is a work in progress, and a lot can still change. It's mature -- though, for now, not as hard on the reader as the previous book... yet the cogs in my head are spinning fast to fix that in the future. How kinky can a blood farm get? I am not sure yet, but it will be so much fun to find out. TEMPORARILY ON HOLD -- BE BACK IN A FEW WEEKS.

So, a while back, I asked ppl on my conversation board if they wanna see a book where they can read the poems I write, since I do write a lot of poems, and would like to showcase them, being proud of my works and all. I already got a bunch of books here on Wattpad which get a good number of reads, so why not try my poems as well? Anyways, if you're reading this, then just know you're awesome and worth it. Maybe you need to hear it, maybe not, but Imma say it anyways. Hope you guys enjoy reading these. Peace!

They want me dead, they want me to lose my head. But I won't stop-it's too late to turn back. I welcome the waves of my destruction with open arms. At least I tried to tell my story. At least you were there; you knew who I really was. At least my story lives on, told in verses torn from my core.

tape of the emotion you never showed and for the shadow i became while waiting.

Verse of flesh, soil, and heart's burdens. Jihari. 2024 - 2026.