{BoyxBoy} "Well I need a wife, if you haven't noticed a wedding is supposed to take PLACE!!" Gustavo yelled making me shrink in fear. He's one scary dude. "Where are we going to get a bride?, It's late" his mother said trying to reason with him. His eyes roamed around the room before it landed on me. "What about him?" Gustavo suggested, his eyes boring into mine, making me shrink a little with fear and discomfort. I wasn't scared of him, it was just that I'm naturally a shy person, so obviously someone who was oozing with such aura would make me panic a bit. "He looks just like his sister, the same skin colour, his hair is shorter but we can work with it" he was talking to himself now, but his gaze was still fixed on me. His eyes then darted to his mother who looked the same as my mother, stressed. "Put him In her wedding clothes, mother go tell the priest not to add the kissing part, I want the wedding short and fast" he said before leaving the room. Slamming the door in anger, which made me flinch ----------- Blake has got to be one of the most unlucky people ever, having to be the first person to notice his sister's disappearance to being the only one who can save his parents face from being ridiculed. He has no other choice but to wed his sister's fiancé-who he has a crush on-, will Gustavo decide to take revenge for the embarrassment his sister almost cost him or will he learn to live and love his new husband. ........... Aug 7th- Aug 23rd You guys might not know it, but you guys mean so much to me for the love and support you've given me and my book, thank you so much ❤️🫂

In a monarch-led modern world where power flows through blood and hierarchy is sacred, the heirs of the three great manors enter their final year at Crownspire University-unaware that devotion, obsession, and fate are already moving them into place. At the center stands the Hua heir, the empire's silent god. Politics will intertwine with longing. Loyalty will become possession. And love will arrive-not gently, but inevitably. Where Even Kings Bow is a slow-burn royal omegaverse of power, devotion, and morally grey love-where crowns are heavy, and hearts kneel long before bodies do. Hua yong × Sheng shaoyou (main leads). Shen wenlang × Gao tu (second leads).

"The princess in the fairy tale slept for a hundred years... Your Majesty, please don't sleep for that long... I can't wait any longer..." "But... the princess needed a kiss of true love to wake up... Does Your Majesty need a kiss too? If so, I can give it to you." Shh... Younger top ✖️ Older bottom Beautiful top ✖️ Strong bottom The Ethereal God ✖️ The Mighty Mortal King [ A Multi-layered Historical Fantasy with Gender-Bender and Time-Travel elements. ] This is the original Burmese version of the XingQiu Fanfiction, alongside its English translation. The translation and conceptual images were generated using Gemini AI, based on my own original concepts and creative ideas. Written By: Myat Mady, Translated By: Gemini AI

MXM , FAMOUS ACTORS. THIS BOOK HAS FLUFF, YEARNING AND A LOT OF IDIOTS IN LOVE . - 🎀 "𝚈𝚘𝚞'𝚛𝚎 𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚢 𝚝𝚘 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝙰𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚟, 𝚜𝚘 𝚏𝚞𝚌𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚢"- Vivaan grinned softly rubbing his cheek Mumbai never sleeps- but Vivaan Raichand been trying to. He's calm, collected, and maybe just a little bit emotionally constipated. The golden boy who stopped shining, the actor who hates the spotlight but can't ever escape it. His life's a script he didn't choose to read anymore. Enter Aarav Malhotra- he's loud where vivaan's quiet, smiles too wide, laughs too much, and loves like it's his full-time job. He's not the son of a actor.......just somrone who runs a kirana store......, but fame hit him differently-it made him softer, kinder, maybe too kind for his own good. They shouldn't work. They really shouldn't. Now it's late nights, quiet drives to Marine Drive, jealous glares across crowded parties, and the ache of 𝚏𝚞𝚌𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚢wanting someone who sees right through your walls. Because well.....fame changes everything.... but love changes the world. And mabye.......aarav wants it.

Aarav is rainlight - soft hands, stormy eyes, laughter like temple bells. He lives simply, dances in the monsoons, and prays in silence for peace. He has nothing to do with the underworld. And he wants nothing from it. But someone is watching him. A man born in blood, carved from brutality, and crowned in sin. Aleksandr Volkhov - the most feared Russian mafia lord - is captivated. Not just by Aarav's beauty, but by his goodness. His peace. His refusal to break. He should've walked away. He didn't. Now Aarav is a prayer Aleksandr repeats in the dark. A name he carves into skin. A sin he is willing to commit again and again - until the world kneels before him. But Aarav isn't weak. He sees the shadows growing around him. And he begins to push back. Because if Aleksandr is willing to burn the world for him... Aarav is willing to fight it. ---

This story is just for fun and was written out of boredom. I once saw an edited video of Ishaan and Malang on Instagram, and it made me want to write a story about them as a couple. The characters are from Campus Beats, but this isn't entirely connected to the original show. I've taken some inspiration from it, but I've also made my own changes to fit the story I wanted to tell.

A mafia boss hiding behind anonymity. A literature student who believed in words. Their letters crossed every forbidden line. Some love stories are written before they're lived.

In a world where fate creates unexpected bonds two lives take an unexpected turn. Veer Singhania a reserved and work-driven CEO never imagined himself falling in love. But when destiny ties him to Aarav Rawat, a warm-hearted doctor their journey unfolds in ways neither expected. Will love find its way between cold walls and warm glances or will their differences pull them apart? Meanwhile in the high-stakes world of covert investigations, another fire burns. Vansh and Ayaan, the National Investigation Bureau's top field agents, are sworn enemies, trapped in a cycle of hatred. But one reckless night changes everything. In a battle where emotions can be the deadliest weapon will they destroy each other... or surrender to a love they never saw coming? Two worlds. Two love stories. One twist of fate. Will love win? "Mujhse shaadi karke pachtaa rahe ho na?"---- Veer "Pachtana to tab padta... agar aap mere liye badalne ki koshish na karte."---- Aarav "Tu sirf meri ek zaroorat hai... samjha? Sirf ek zaroorat. Aur jab zaroorat puri ho jaati hai na toh use sambhala nahi jaata... seedha fek diya jaata hai."---- Vansh "Kya hua? Zaroorat kab aadat ban gayi pata hi nahi chala? Aur jab aadat hadd se zyada lag jaati hai na... toh woh aadmi ko barbaad kar deti hai."---- Ayaan ----------------------×----------------------- **************************************************** This is a work of fiction. All characters and events are purely imaginary. If you're not comfortable with such content please feel free to skip it.

Atarva Singhania - the charming yet stubborn youngest son of the Singhania household, a spirited college student with a soft heart and a fiery tongue. Rudra Rajvanshi - the intense and workaholic heir of the Rajvanshi empire, a man whose cold demeanor hides deep passion and protectiveness. Their story begins as rivals, turns into an arranged marriage, and slowly evolves into a tale of love, family, and the chaos that comes with it. No cheating No antagonist Mpreg Fluff Enemy to lovers. If you are homophobhic , this story may not be for you This is a work of fiction. All characters, families, events, businesses, and settings in this story are eith of the author's imagination or used fictitiously. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. The story contains some mature themes including romantic and intimate relationships between consenting adults, and is intended for adult readers only Reader discretion is advised. The author does not promote or condone any actions or behaviors described herein outside of the fictional context. Cultural rituals, traditions, and customs portrayed are inspired by various practices but adapted for creative purposes. Author note: it's my first book and English is not my first language, so for grammar mistake please correct it.

Rudra pov Sun was losing its shine and dissolving in sea and with it I was losing hope and my freedom. I never thought in my entire life that I had to leave everything, but it would be in vain and at that very moment I realize that Running doesn't mean escaping but stopping isn't an option. In an apartment near sea, I was being cornered in my room, the place which was my save heaven for few years feels like a prison, air suddenly feels heavy as if sensing the turmoil of my heart, temperature changed ,dropping by several Celsius like my blood pressure because they were here- my lovers, my husbands, my jailers, my poisons. Three years ago, I ran away from them, leaving the life behind I had known but standing in front of them make it feels like it was all wasted. Like my freedom was an illusion and now the time of waking up has arrived. A loud breathing broke me from my thoughts, and he steps closer and said, "still trying to run Jaan" and moved closer, closing the distance between us. I took several steps back and my back hit a chest. Suddenly a pair of hands wrapped around me, making it impossible to move and then a breath came at my ear "don't fight us baby, accept the truth." I was trapped from both side and apprehended that now no option is left, there is no path which led to my freedom. author's note - hi guys please support my story, this is my first time writing something. And i am also a school going student so pls also give me suggestion to write.