Two royal families. One arranged alliance. Two brothers. And one devastating mistake. Avni Singh, the 23 year-old heiress to the Singh dynasty, has always known that her life would never be entirely her own. As the daughter of one of India's most influential royal families, duty comes before desire and her upcoming marriage to Sarthak Rathore, the younger heir of another powerful dynasty, is supposed to unite two families, two empires, and generations of business and royal legacy. But everything falls apart when Avni discovers the man she's supposed to marry in the arms of the one woman she never expected to betray her, her own stepsister. Heartbroken, furious, and drowning her humiliation in alcohol, Avni makes one reckless decision. She kisses a stranger. Only he isn't a stranger. He is Saransh Rathore, Sarthak's 32 year-old elder brother, the heir to the Rathore dynasty, and the one man Avni should never have touched. What begins as a single forbidden night becomes a secret neither of them can escape because Saransh doesn't look at Avni like a mistake. He looks at her like something he has no intention of giving back.

Mist rolls in on the high mountain peaks surrounding St. Mary's Girls' College, cloaking its elegant stone walls and lending a timeless air of moral sanctity. Within this ivory tower lives Lina Hart, a dedicated lecturer who thrives on structure and predictable grace. Her life is a masterpiece of careful restraint-until an encounter with Nina Blake ignites something primal beneath her skin. Suddenly, the serenity fades, replaced by a reckless ache that Lina cannot rationalize away. What began as a singular transgression in their shared haven escalates quickly into a beautiful, consuming storm. The hidden nesting ground of Sin catches fire. Whether in private rooms or amidst glamorous faculty outings, Lina finds herself pinned by the weight of desire, swept alongside others-from her colleague Jordan Wells to intoxicating new connections like Victor Stone. She gives in completely, allowing passion to erode every defensive wall she built. As these intense liaisons intertwine and stack up, doubt begins to worm its way into her heart. Is this simply fleeting lust, or a dangerous compulsion pulling her toward an irreversible moral collapse? While her life with Ethan Hale feels solid enough, the encroaching chaos suggests that Lina Hart isn't just betraying herself; she is risking everything for the taste of irresistible sin. Can one woman maintain her virtue when desire refuses to be silenced?

"You are no one to me. You are nothing to me." I said looking straight to his eyes holding back my tears. "Oh really!! Looks like I have to remind you what exactly I am to you" his grip tightend on my wrist as he pinned me against the wall and captured my lips. Abeer Singh Rathore The most feared mafia in the world. The CEO of Rathore Industries. Rude, cruel , dominating and possessive. He never think twice before killing someone. For him, there is only two things are important first, his work and second his Jaan. Janhvi Oberoi A sweet, sensitive, kind, beautiful pediatric doctor who forced to marry a man whom she never met and exact opposite to her. What will happen when she gets to know that the man whom she married is obsessed with her and ready to kill anyone for her. what will happen when a cruel mafia get obsessed for the kindest doctor?? While he is master of killing and making people suffer, on the other hand she can die to save other people. #slowburn #loveaftermarriage #forcedmarriage #desiromance​

Juggling her career and family, Thea fought to keep her marriage alive after her husband lost his job. She hired a nanny to help, never guessing she was welcoming her own replacement. "The three of us look more like a family than with you, Mommy." That was the final nail. She walked away. No custody battle. No tearful goodbyes. Just silence. And from that silence, she rose stronger, sharper and impossible to break. Enter Ezra Harrington. Billionaire. CEO. Her boss. Cold-blooded in more ways than one. He wants Thea, but not just in the boardroom. He's hungry for more. Her blood sings to him. Her strength tempts him. Her fire threatens to consume him. But Thea doesn't kneel. Not for love. Not for monsters. Not even for the devil in a custom Armani suit. Now her past is clawing back- A husband begging for a second chance. A child she never stopped loving. And a vampire boss who would destroy the world to keep her.

જ⁀➴ 𝓔 𝒏𝒆𝒎𝒊𝒆𝒔 𝒕𝒐 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒔 ~ "I asked you something, Why did you do that for me?" she said, fastening her seatbelt. He stared straight ahead at the road, gripping the steering wheel a little tighter than necessary. "Because I hate you," He said finally. Her head snapped toward him. "And damn it... you hate me too. Maybe the most." He let out a short breath. "And I want that hate all for myself." ~ "But you hated me." She said, while shivering in his arms. "I'm re-considering my life decisions at this point." He whispered before pulling her into a kiss.

"Fair skin. Sweet voice. Flat tummy. Shy and gentle." If that's the checklist for a perfect heroine, let me save your internet data. I scored a solid zero out of five. My name is Priya. I'm 25, dark-skinned, 62 kg, and have a voice so heavy that delivery boys call me "Brother" on the phone. I never expected love. I just wanted to work my government job in Madurai and live freely. But without warning, my traditional, horoscope-obsessed father dropped a bomb: I was getting married in exactly two weeks. I didn't even see the guy's face properly before the Thali was tied. Now, I am stuck with Varun-a 27-year-old child specialist doctor at Madurai GH. He has a brilliant, smooth accent, a cool attitude, and a dangerously short temper. He didn't want this marriage either. This isn't a fairy tale. It's a forced reality between two total strangers. Click "Read" to see if we survive each other.

Demetria Montella, a sixteen almost seventeen year old, teenager from Northern England, who is suffering from grief and selective mutism. She's never had a good life. Even when it was just Demetria and her guilt stricken mother, who made one bad decision, and ended up being the mother she never wanted to be. After her mother's death, Demetria finds herself in a care home. Where she is to stay...until her social worker pulls her out of class. Only to tell her she's been missing fo eleven years. In Spain. Not only is she a missing person, she also has a family. A father. A step mother. And five older brothers. Will Demetria take their help? Will she take the chance to live a different life? Who will help her along the way? Will she even find help? (Book one of two) (Everything is written by me. I've given no one rights to my story. All pictures are from Pinterest.)

She was never supposed to want the monster. Detective Wilhelmina Russo has spent years hunting the kind of men who leave bodies in alleys and secrets in blood. The sister of a dead gangster, she wears her badge like armor and her rage like a second skin. She thought she was the one doing the chasing. Then the first body arrived with her name carved into the flesh and a single black rose tucked between the ribs. Frank Castle doesn't leave flowers for the living. He leaves warnings for the dead. But for her, he leaves invitations. Photographs of her sleeping. Notes pressed against her skin while she dreams. The scent of gun oil and blood on her pillow. Every corpse is a love letter written in the only language he knows: violence. She should have handed the case off. She should have run. Instead she follows the trail of mutilated men and silk-wrapped gifts deeper into the dark, knowing exactly who waits for her at the end of it. He watches her from the shadows. She feels him in every room. The hunter and the hunted circling closer, breaths growing heavier, the line between predator and prey dissolving under the heat of shared obsession. She wants the answers only he can give about the night her brother died. He wants the only thing that still makes him feel human: her, broken open and begging beneath him. What begins as a deadly game of cat and mouse becomes something far more dangerous. Every confrontation ends with hands on throats, mouths on skin, and the kind of rough, filthy claiming that leaves bruises shaped like ownership. She learns how easily justice can turn into surrender. He learns that the only thing sharper than his knives is the way she looks at him when she finally stops fighting and starts needing. In the end, there will be no white flag. Only blood, sweat, and the soft, ruined sound of a detective whispering the name of the man she was sworn to destroy.

Copyright © 2025 by Bookish Dae When sweet florist Saskia discovers her biker boyfriend, Atlas, had sex with a club girl and called it an "audition", a brutal MC tradition he considered just business. Her perfect world shatters. Now, the ruthless Titan president must burn his kingdom to the ground and wage the hardest war of his life: a relentless campaign of gut wrenching groveling to win back the one woman he never should have lost.

Running away was supposed to save Nani's life. Instead, one wrong train... one wrong street... and one wrong gate led him into the most feared territory in North City. Mistaking a mob boss's heavily guarded estate for a luxury hotel, Nani innocently asks for a room-completely unaware that he has just walked into the home of Sky, the ruthless ruler of the city's underworld. Sky is a man with no mercy, no romance, and no heart. People fear his name. His enemies disappear. His own men never question him. Then an outspoken, pretty runaway barges into his territory, demanding soft pillows and cotton bedsheets as if checking into a five-star resort. One is dangerously quiet. The other is quietly dangerous with his mouth. One mistake turns into captivity. Curiosity twists into obsession. And in North City... Some doors open only once. But they never let you leave. "Some people run from danger. But he ran straight into its arms."