Either he will became my ............. Or I will... His... And if not..then ... Our end ...is....death... Because which was broken and fall...! Was part of me ... At ...one ...time ! Because I was one who made him.. And one who destroy him. It was story of girl who accidentally entered in her own novel call desire and Destroy. Unfortunately her face resembles the girl who was once the love interest of her villan she created. As the story begans she released every plot she write was moving in opposite directions from the actually she wrote. - FormMr. Villain, and His Author ⚠️- story contain intense crime sence , may some sexual sence or may have many topic from which many readers are not comfortable so please. Read it on your risk .

Generally speaking, fate is often described as an inevitable and predetermined outcome, suggesting that certain events or circumstances in our lives are preordained and cannot be changed. Regardless of how one perceives fate, it can play an influential role in shaping our experiences and our sense of identity. In the same way the almighty had bring four individuals together and bind them with fates string. Ekaksh Raghuvanshi , The man in his late 20s stands about 6 feet tall with a lean, athletic build. He wears casual attire, looking as comfortable in jeans and a t-shirt as he does in a suit. His face bears the beginnings of wisdom and experience, but his eyes still hold a youthful excitement. His hair is neatly trimmed and his smile is genuine and warm, hinting at an easy-going nature. Meera Agnihotri , The woman in her mid 20s is full of energy and enthusiasm. Her eyes sparkle, her expression constantly animated with emotion. She has a slim athletic build and stands a little over 5 feet tall. Her outfit may be casual or more formal, but she always looks confident and at ease in her own skin. Her hair is styled in a fashion that reflects her outgoing personality, and she exudes a warmth and approachability that is impossible to ignore. The Twin baby is approximately 9 months old, with delicate, fragile features. They have wide eyes that seem to take in everything around them. They have chubby cheeks and a button nose, and their tiny hands are curled up in loose fists. Standing in the corridor of the hospital the eyes of the two individuals were stuck on the window of the child care unit Meera ~ let's get married .... With tears rolling down her cheeks. Ekaksh ~ please don't pressurise yourself may be we can find another solution for this. Meera ~ How can you say after witnessing this . Ekaksh ~ okay ! We can get married but there will be a condition.

A simple mistake by a rental agency turns 20-year-old Anika's dream of studying in Italy into an unexpected adventure. Believing she was moving into a house with two female roommates, the pampered princess from Punjab is horrified to discover her new home is shared with four intimidating, older male students. The leader is -a man so strict and dominant, his very aura commands fear and respect across the entire campus. To Anika, with her love for bunking classes, short dresses, and a cursed vocabulary, he is an infuriating obstacle to her fun. To him, she is a beautiful, reckless brat whose safety and well-being instantly become his sole responsibility. Glimpse: Anika tiptoes behind Vikram as he stirs something in a pan, her bare feet silent on the cold tiles. She's wearing one of her ridiculous frocks again - all ruffles and rebellion - and her hair is a wild halo from the breeze she let in earlier. She pokes his side. Not hard. Just enough. Anika (grinning): "Chef Rathore, do you take bribes in kisses?" He doesn't turn. Just pauses, lips twitching into that rare, reserved smile - the one no one else ever gets except her. Vikram (softly): "Only if they come with silence." She gasps, mock-offended, and pokes him again. He catches her wrist this time, gently, and presses a kiss to her knuckles without looking.

I can't keep the smile off my face as I take my seat on the plane. I slide my bag under the seat and lean back. I close my eyes and let a blissful smile grace my face. He said I wouldn't be able to run. As if. I'm vaguely aware of someone taking the seat next to mine, but I pay no attention to said person. "So where we headed?" I choke on my own spit as my eyes fly open and whirl around to face the owner of the familiar voice. His eyes are hidden behind those damn sunglasses and a rather smug smile graces his face. I continue choking and he does nothing other than flip through a magazine. That smug smile never leaving his face. "You still haven't answered the question." "To hell." I finally manage to choke out. "Awesome," He flips a page in the magazine, "It's about time I returned home. You know, bodies to burn, lost souls to torture, I've missed it. It'll be fun." *** Nicolette Moore. A name law enforcement agencies across the world know. Though no one's ever seen the face of the world's greatest thief and hacker, everyone knows who she is by name. Nicky. She's an absolute genius. Once upon a time she wasn't the best person in the world. When her family was struggling she made some bad choices to help them through it, but when she tried to get out she got pulled in deeper. Ryder Stevenson. He's the son of the director of the FBI, and an FBI Agent himself. He's the one who brings in Nicky to get her protection from the people chasing after her. He's also the one, who gets assigned to protect her. Neither one of them like each other, and they can't go five minutes without getting in a full blown argument. She's constantly ditching him only for him to show up later and prove to her he's not that easy to get rid of. They're stuck with each other whether they like it or not. But he doesn't know who she really is. What will he do when he finds out? An FBI Agent protecting THE Hacker. The one the FBI have been after for years...this just screams chaos.

"They call him The Storm for a reason. He's Jackson Storm, you should be running in the other direction." I shook my head. "I'm going to catch that arrogant bastard. I'm going to catch 'The Storm'." *** Jackson Storm. If you were to look up that name you wouldn't find anything. At least, not anything incriminating. The police have been after him for years with no luck of ever finding any evidence to put this guy away. He's a professional at what he does, and he's a conman. Jackson Storm can be anybody you want him to be. He can become a person you'd trust your life with, or a person who can make your life a living hell on earth. He's sexy. He's confident. He's charismatic. This is the guy you'd bring home to introduce to your parents. Unfortunately for anyone who's not a friend to him and who just so happens to be filthy rich, he's your worst nightmare. When he gets it in his head to con one of the richest families in the world out of millions of dollars, he's all too eager to get the job done. And he knows his best bet at successfully pulling off the con is the daughter of that family. Crystal Carver is the picture of perfect. Her father's a big hotshot CEO, and her mother is a highly successful movie actress and model, but her parents have darker pasts than she's aware. Crystal herself is a model and portrayed as a real-life Barbie Doll. Always wearing the latest styles, always wearing the most expensive jewelry. She's Daddy's little princess. No one dares to tell this girl no to anything. Unfortunately for her, Jackson sees her as his ticket to stealing millions from her and her family. Charming her won't be a problem, and he's actually looking forward to it. This job would be just like any other he's pulled off except for the added bonus of seducing one of the 'hottest' girls in the world according to all the magazines. But the greatest conman of all makes his biggest mistake... He judged the book by its cover, and he ended up conning the wrong girl...

"You're forcing me to work with them and I'm telling you now that I can't do it." "You've worked with teams before." "Yeah, but none with a jackass in charge." *** They're all a part of the biggest secret agency in the world and they've begun disappearing. Agents have begun disappearing. Gone without a trace, only to show up weeks later. Dead. Everly Kingston is the best agent the agency has, and now she's been put in charge of finding the missing agents and preventing more from vanishing as well. She's forced to team up with another team of agents after one of their team members, Agent 34, vanishes during a mission. And she's none too happy about it. With one overbearing and controlling team leader, one agent who really can't focus, an agent with an all-around bad attitude, an agent who redefines the term bitch, another who's stuck trying to keep everyone from killing each other, and one agent that's best described as a sociopath, this mission is bound to be a disaster before it even starts. Fortunately for Everly, she's got a handful of friends she can count on to help pull her out of this mess and keep her from killing her new teammates. But this mission just might be the toughest one she's ever had. She'll have to learn to put aside her differences with her new team as agents continue to disappear. Because it soon becomes clear that the last target, the last agent to disappear, will be her . . . ***2nd Trilogy in the Agent Series. Book 1*** First Trilogy does NOT have to be read to read this one.

"𝒁𝒂𝒚𝒂𝒏?" 𝑺𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒅 𝒉𝒊𝒎 𝒔𝒐𝒇𝒕𝒍𝒚. 𝑨 𝒍𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒕𝒆𝒂𝒓 𝒆𝒔𝒄𝒂𝒑𝒆𝒅 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒆𝒚𝒆𝒔. 𝑯𝒆 𝒌𝒏𝒆𝒍𝒕 𝒅𝒐𝒘𝒏 𝒊𝒏 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒏𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒎𝒂𝒅𝒆 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒘𝒆𝒂𝒓 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒉𝒆𝒆𝒍𝒔, 𝒎𝒐𝒗𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂 𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒐𝒇 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒉𝒂𝒊𝒓 𝒃𝒆𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒅 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒆𝒂𝒓, 𝒉𝒆 𝒓𝒆𝒑𝒍𝒊𝒆𝒅, "𝑺𝒉𝒉𝒉 𝒑𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒄𝒆𝒔𝒔, 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒔𝒂𝒇𝒆." ── .✦ ── .✦ ── .✦ He was assigned to protect her, not fall for her. But when the princess begins to slip past his carefully built walls, their stolen glances and quiet moments turn into something far more dangerous. Because in a world ruled by duty and crown, loving her could cost him everything. ╰┈➤ Princess X, her bodyguard "𝐒𝐡𝐡𝐡, 𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬𝐬." She carries a blame that was never hers to bear. Accused, judged, and quietly abandoned, she learned to wear strength like armour, firm voice, steady gaze, unshaken steps. But beneath that hardened exterior lives a soul that once longed for something simple: love without fear, peace without apology. Time taught her silence. She stopped fighting what the world decided she was. She built a life that appeared ordinary from the outside: calm, distant, and controlled. Inside, she survived day by day, holding together the fragile pieces no one ever saw break. Then he enters her life, not as a saviour, but as a storm. He comes carrying anger sharpened into revenge, determined to shatter what he believes is already cracked. He does not see the truth: she is standing on her final thread of strength. ╰┈➤Emerald X Her hubby. "Shhhh, Emerald."

Radhya Chowdhary - a girl whose name could touch Everest, yet whose feet remain humbly grounded. Born into a middle-class family, she never dreamed of flying beyond the skies; instead, she dreamt of walking the earth with grace. She's not just her father's little princess, but her mother's fierce queen. To her brother, she's the prettiest annoyance wrapped in unconditional love. Her strength lies in her dance - a rhythm that echoes even in the darkest nights and fiercest storms, an art she inherited from her mother. Behind her bright smile are secrets the world will never see, yet she carries them with gratitude, embracing every blessing from her deity. Telugu, her mother tongue, becomes her fierce weapon - a language reserved for playful scoldings and the occasional sharp retort. Far away from Radhya's sunlit world lives a soul drowning in shadows. Krishansh Pratap Singh - heir of a royal bloodline, yet belonging nowhere. The son of Naina and Vipul Pratap Singh, his life turned cold the day his mother and step father died saving their master's family. The court handed him over to his biological father's house, but love never followed him there. To them, he was not a son - he was a stain, a reminder of shame they could never erase, sheltered under their roof only because of his mother's inheritance. Except for a few loyal cousins, love eluded him. Time sculpted him into stone, hardened him into ice. Alone, he carved his own kingdom - a mafia empire standing tall without anyone's help. His friends became his fortress, his family of choice amidst betrayal. Yet even in this empire, one name still sparked fire in his veins - Arvi Srivastav. The girl he once adored, once teased, once admired with every playful pinch of her angry, red nose. But in his eyes, she became the reason his world shattered; the reason his parents never returned. He loved her once. Now, he only burns with hate. Or so he believes.

The story of Abeer Singh Rathore and Chandni Sharma continue.............. when Destiny bond two strangers in holy bond accidentally ❣️ Cover credit : @stoneheart1102 Thank you so much for this beautiful cover. Slow updates Abeer Singh Rathore the hottest billionaire and no.one business man at the age of twenty five years with a strong aura that can make anyone shiver.he is most handsome bachelor of the town. he Arrogant, ruthless, dominating, and a short tempered man with extremely handsome face. love his family and friends a lot and can do anything for them . girls drools over him but he think every girl is gold digger. Chandni Sharma a 20 year's naive girl with beautiful heart.she lost her only family at the age of 18 her grandmother and become a orphan.she is shy and introvert type of girl. Finding you is the biggest surprise and best gift i have ever gotten ❣️ will he accept her as his wife? will he give their marriage a chance? will Chandni make his heart beat for her ? will he became her only family? Copyright ©️ 2024

Siara Malhotra was once the heartbeat of her family-a spirited, passionate girl who dreamed of love and acceptance. But one cruel twist of fate left her broken, disowned, and accused of a betrayal she never committed. Cast out from the only home she knew, Siara rebuilt herself far away, emerging as one of the world's top neurosurgeon. Yet beneath her success lay a shattered heart and a soul that no longer believed in love or warmth. Mahir Sehgal, CEO of Sehgal groups was the man she had loved with every fiber of her being, but he had never returned her affection. Bound by a dying wish, Mahir reluctantly married Siara, only to abandon her on their wedding night. For three years, he stayed away, unaware that siara no longer has any expectations from life or love, she no longer loved him. When fate brings them back together, both must confront the ghosts of their pasts. Can two broken souls find healing in each other, or will the scars of betrayal and indifference keep them apart forever? WHAT WAS THE REASON SHE BROKE BEYOND REPAIR? TO KNOW, DIVE INTO THE STORY Copyright Notice: DO NOT COPY MY WORK