"Treat my wound" he said, laying down on the cold floor of the maid's room in his mansion. "B...but it's too deep. I can't... you need to go to the hospital, sir" the maid replied, her lips trembling, tears pooling in her eyes. "Do it" he said calmly, no trace of pain on his face as he turned his back toward her, his skin carved with wounds. With shaking hands, she stepped closer, the first-aid kit clutched tightly. Tears slid down her cheeks as she began treating him. He lay there on the floor, careless of dignity, of blood, of the world, his eyes fixed on her. And in them lived something forbidden... something powerful enough to destroy everything. He asked her to treat his wounds. But what he truly wanted... was for her to heal him. And she...she was forbidden to even think of him. Forget healing him. What will happen when a sinister mafia becomes obsessed with his maid? Will a soft, pure-hearted girl fall in love with the man the world fears to even look at? Read the story to find out what destiny has planned for them.

Some people enter your life with grand promises. Others quietly become part of your everyday routine. This isn't a story about soulmates. It isn't about love at first sight. It isn't about happily ever after. It's about two people who never planned to become important to each other... but somehow did. Between endless conversations, ridiculous arguments, unexpected comfort, and countless memories, they discovered something rare- A friendship that never needed a label to be meaningful. Because sometimes... the greatest plot twist isn't falling in love. It's finding a friend you never want to lose.

She was seventeen. He was twenty-five. Bound together by a promise made long before they were born. Same ring pendents around thier both neck. Proof that they belonged to each other. Proof that fate had already written their names side by side. She suppose to arrived at the Jeon Mansion in a wedding dress, with her family's blessings warming her heart. He dreamed of meeting the girl who already carried his name in destiny. But ,Sometimes fate creates by monsters. Six days. Six days of running. Six days of hunger. Six days of praying to survive. When the gates of the Jeon Mansion finally opened, two children stood at the doorstep. Not as guests. Not as family. But as survivors. A seventeen-year-old girl with a broken leg. A five-year-old boy shaking with fear. Blood covered their clothes. Bruises covered their bodies. In her trembling hand was a letter. Written in blood. A father's final words. For his best friend and for his son. «"Take care of my children, jeon daehyun."» That night, the truth shattered everything. The Lee family was gone. Murdered.Slaughtered.Erased. somewhere in the darkness, powerful enemies searched day and night for the last surviving heirs. Lee Y/N. Lee Taeha. The final blood of the Lee family. the moment Jeon Jungkook saw his fiancée for the first time... Broken. Terrified. Covered in blood. Something inside him stopped being human. The men who destroyed her family wanted victems.Wanted his girl.his pride. Dive into my story of a Savior. A story of Madness. A story of Obsession. A story stained with Blood. A story where Love and Revenge walk hand in hand. A story where one man is willing to burn the entire world... Just to keep her alive. "UNTIL DEATH COMES" ❌ COPYRIGHT WARNING ❌ This is my original story and my own work. Any form of plagiarism, content theft, or unauthorized use is strictly prohibited. ❌ NO COPYING ❌ NO TRANSLATING ❌ NO REPOSTING

"I can't stand you," I whispered, even though it sounded less like hate and more like I was trying to convince myself. I pulled the blanket up to my chin and shifted as far away as the narrow bed would let me. His arms came around my waist from behind, steady and infuriatingly patient, pulling me back until I was flush against his chest. "Let go of me Enzo," I muttered, but it came out breathless, traitorous. He chuckled low against my hair, the sound vibrating through me. "Not a chance, tesoro. You fight less when you're mad. It's cute." "Cute?" I hissed, twisting in his hold just enough to glare at him over my shoulder. "I'm going to push you out of this bed." "Mm, try." His right hand found my nipple, thumb brushing slow, absent circles over the fabric like he was memorizing the shape of it. Then he whispered. "But you won't. Because even when you hate me, you don't sleep unless I'm holding you." "That's a lie." "Prove it." His voice dropped, softer now, almost careful. He tucked a strand of hair behind my ear with that infuriating gentleness. "Sleep, tesoro. Fight me in the morning." ────•୨ৎ•──── Andrea was abandoned by the Spanish Mafia before she could even say her name. raped, cursed, unwanted. Her family taught her that love was a lie, so she became their worst nightmare a ghost, a secret assassin hiding in plain sight. Lorenzo was born for blood. Son of the Italian Mafia and heir to become the next Don, he's been trained his entire life by his father to rule, to kill, to never show weakness. There's only one problem: he can't take the throne without a wife. So they forced him to marry her. She's the daughter of a crumbling Spanish Mafia family. He's the ruthless heir who needs her name to claim his power. Two enemies chained together by a contract neither of them wanted. He doesn't know she's trained to kill men like him. And she doesn't know that seeing him again might break the wall

1st book of Cursed series in continuation of Shivanya series "You should stop staring at me like I'm some monster," Dhruv said coldly. Taara replied looking into his eyes "Then stop behaving like one, Rawal sa (prince) " For the first time in years... he laughed. But Dhruv didn't fall for her because she was soft. He fell because she walked straight into his darkness without trembling. "I ruin everything I touch," he warned her while caressing her cheeks Taara looked him straight in the eyes. "Then maybe I was born to survive ruin. " What Taara didn't know was - Dhruv had already decided something terrifying. He believed she was the only one who could break his curse. And he was willing to destroy the entire kingdom to keep her beside him. They called him the shadow of the kingdom. A person who doesn't have any identity of his own. Who lives under shadow of someone else. Prince Dhruv - the second prince of mahawargarh. A widower. Most intelligent and interested only in politics . A feared warrior. And the father of a five-year-old daughter who barely smiled anymore. People whispered that something inside him had died the night his wife did. But no one knew his real secret. No one knew the prince locked himself behind closed doors every night, drowning in dangerous addictions to silence the demons in his head. No one knew his hands trembled from withdrawal before battles. No one knew he believed he was cursed. And then came Taara. A maid who was too fearless for her own good. Too confident to lower her eyes. Too brave to fear a broken prince. She was just a maid working in his kingdom not aware of the fact...that she is going to be the curse breaker for him. " I am not innocent at all my little moon " he replied while moving towards her with slow steps " I am cursed " he smirked. Highy mature content

ׂ╰┈➤𝗭𝗮𝗿𝘆𝗮𝗻 𝗦𝗶𝗻𝗴𝗵𝗮𝗻𝗶𝗮 × 𝗔𝗮𝘀𝗵𝘃𝗶 𝗞𝗵𝗮𝗻𝗻𝗮 ______________________________ She spent her whole life searching for a little warmth. He spent his whole life building walls around his heart. She was kindness. He was cruelty. She believed in forever. He believed forever never existed. But what happens when the girl who only wanted to be loved falls for the man who swore he could never love? 𝗦𝗼𝗺𝗲 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲 𝘀𝘁𝗼𝗿𝗶𝗲𝘀 𝗵𝗲𝗮𝗹. 𝗧𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝗱𝗲𝘀𝘁𝗿𝗼𝘆𝘀 𝗳𝗶𝗿𝘀𝘁. _________________________________ A story of love, pain, obsession, heartbreak, and the terrifying possibility of falling for the wrong person. • 𝗔𝗴𝗲 𝗚𝗮𝗽 • 𝗦𝘄𝗲𝗲𝘁 × 𝗖𝗼𝗹𝗱 • 𝗦𝗵𝗲 𝗙𝗲𝗹𝗹 𝗙𝗶𝗿𝘀𝘁, 𝗛𝗲 𝗙𝗲𝗹𝗹 𝗛𝗮𝗿𝗱𝗲𝗿 • 𝗖𝗘𝗢 𝗥𝗼𝗺𝗮𝗻𝗰𝗲 • 𝗛𝗶𝗻𝗱𝗶 𝗗𝗶𝗮𝗹𝗼𝗴𝘂𝗲𝘀 ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨♡୧⋆ ˚｡⋆ Starting: 14/02/2026 Ending : ____________ Ranking🍁 #3 arrange marriage #6 Cold #2 mature #6 Cold (2)

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 ♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡

"MUJHE APNA GHAR MIL JATA H TUJHME" "He held her like she was a fragile glass sculpture in a room full of stones." "He didn't try to fix her broken pieces; he just held them until they felt whole again." "His favorite place to be isn't a city or a house-it's wherever she is, tucked right under his chin." "This is the story of how his devotion became her comfort, and how she finally accepted that she wasn't a burden, but the most beautiful blessing he ever found. Because in the end, his arms were the only home she ever needed." All rights reserved :) "This story is my original work. Copying, stealing, or reposting it without permission is disrespectful . Respect the pen, respect the writer." enjoy<3

Welcome to Chaos & Confessions 😈✨ ‎Created by Rashi & Firy 💅 ‎This isn't just a book-it's a whole vibe. A place where chaos meets secrets, where laughter mixes with drama, and where every page has something unexpected waiting 👀🔥 ‎From "Never Have I Ever" to mind-twisting riddles, from "Spill the Tea" to chaotic story games-this book is packed with fun, madness, and a little bit of truth 😉 ‎No filters. No boring moments. Just pure chaos and real confessions 💀✨ ‎Open it with your friends... if you dare 😈 ‎ ‎Made with laughter, chaos, and a little bit of madness 💖✨ ‎This book is a piece of our friendship-filled with fun games, late-night ideas, random creativity, and memories we never want to forget. ‎It's messy, it's fun, and it's completely us 😭🫶 ‎ ‎Warning ⚠️: This book may cause uncontrollable laughter 😭 ‎

𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒇𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑 𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒏𝒔 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒐 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆.....✰ Ishqa Ve chaddea, Tu khak da ni sanu....🎀 Ishqa Ve chaddea, Tu khak da ni sanu.....❤️ Takk de aye jihnu , oh takda ni sanu....💓 Takk de aye jihnu, oh takda ni sanu.....🦋 Firde ye jihnu, khayalan ch sambhi....🥴 Firde ye jihnu , khayalan ch sambhi....🤧 Nazran de vich vi , Oo rakhada ni sanu....🎀 Ishqa Ve chaddea, Tu khak da ni sanu....✨ Ishqa Ve chaddea, Tu khak da ni sanu.....💋 MUSIC........🎵🎵🎵 ♫︎☾︎ 𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐭𝐚 𝐲𝐚𝐝𝐚𝐯☽︎♫︎ 𝐀 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥 𝐦𝐞𝐧. 𝐍𝐨𝐭 𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐝, 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐟𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐲...✿︎✿︎ ♫︎☾︎ 𝐘𝐚𝐬𝐡 𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐰𝐚𝐥☽︎♫︎ 𝐀 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐝𝐞𝐯𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐫. 𝐎𝐧𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐞𝐫. 𝐇𝐞𝐫 𝐧𝐞𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐫. 𝐓𝐞𝐧𝐧𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐜𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐡. 𝐇𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐰𝐨 𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬... 𝐃𝐞𝐯𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐧.✿︎✿︎ 𝑻𝑹𝑶𝑷𝑬𝑺... 𝐓𝐞𝐧𝐧𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐜𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐡 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬.♫︎ 𝐍𝐞𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬.♫︎ 𝐆𝐫𝐮𝐦𝐩𝐲𝐗𝐒𝐮𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐞