Angelina Hayes has always been a soft-hearted soul, but after losing her father, grief consumes every part of her. Desperate to escape the pain of her reality, she finds herself captivated by her new English teacher, Mr. Voss. ❦ - I steal a glance through my lashes and find Mr. Voss already watching me. His gaze is intense, and filled with a quiet curiosity that sends a strange feeling through me. A faint, knowing smile rests on his lips, making him seem even more mysterious. There's something about him I can't ignore. He's intelligent, charming, and effortlessly captivating. No matter how much I try to resist, I find myself drawn to something I know I shouldn't want... his forbidden touch

Living on campus with six of her friends, Dove has truly lived up to her college experience. Parties, classes, her small job at the local cat cafe, oh- and discovering she has claustrophobia and haphephobia. Not having many friends in highschool has forced Dove to do things she never thought she'd do in hopes of bringing these new companions closer. Things like staying in an abandoned cabin in the middle of the woods. But what she didn't realize was just cause they look abandoned, doesn't mean they truly are. Any animal or person could be lurking in the woods, hidden, dangerous, and carrying all different sorts of armory. A knife? An axe? A gun? Maybe even a bow and arrow? It just so happens that the knife is a certain someone's favorite toy, and they would love to use it on a young blonde with pretty skin. ˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ to every girl who's ever made a bad decision because of love. ˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ Ongoing!

"You lost your virginity in front of the entire world," the local news interviewer said. She didn't regret it-not yet. Maybe because, deep down, it was what she'd always wanted. To be like her mother. Her mother was a pornstar. And she? She didn't just follow in her footsteps- She fell in love with one.

A stern father compels Zarrar, 29-year-old surgeon into an arranged marriage with Hana, a 22-year-old student living in London. _________ "Where are you going?" she asked, flat. "Research trip." He tossed a shirt in, didn't look up. "And you're telling me this now?" "It was sudden." She made a noise somewhere between a tut and a laugh. "I do not care. You know what-" She stepped onto the couch, two quick climbs-herself at 5'4" suddenly level with his eyes, all heat and vowels. Here it is. The tongue was indeed ten feet long tonight. He stayed silent, left packing, arms folded over his chest and just stared. Hana doing her job, utterly, with whole rights over him to shout. "There won't be anything for me to be surprised if I wake up someday in the graveyard with mud sprayed over me 'cause my dear husband must have gotten too exasperated by my being, that he- the victim, had to bury me alive while I was asleep." Zarrar swallowed a smile, let her finish, then moved. He stepped in, hands light on her waist, lifted-she squawked, all outrage-then held her over his shoulder as he walked the three strides to the bed. She behaved as if someone unplugged her, forgot how to speak. He set her gently at the edge of the mattress and went down on one knee in front of her, floorboards cool under him. "What do you want me to say now?" "Are you actually asking me this?" Her voice wobbled, anger running out of fuel. "Yeah," he said, and he was smirking now, fond and infuriating. "Any last wishes of my wife before I bury her alive." ________ dive into the story of something very different from soap operas. TROOP ~ choas x cold yapper x listener age gap. doctor's divine

"From arranged beginnings to forever love-a journey of soft chaos, whispered confessions, and a home built on laughter."

❝Dupatta apne sar par karo,❞ he said in a low voice. Umul blinked. She frowned and looked up at him. ❝Kya?❞. ❝I said, dupatta apne sar par lo,❞ he repeated, this time with a little more stern edge to his tone. She looked at him, stunned... Who the hell does he think he is? ⁕⁕⁕⁕⁕ She is 22... quiet, overlooked, and forgotten by her own family. She lives like an invisible person in her own house, someone who just simply exists but is never truly noticed. He is 29... hardened by the world that has shown him its darkest sides. Pain and loss have turned his heart to stone. When they are forced into marriage neither of them wants, will they find solace in each other, heal each other... or will their pasts tear them apart? ⁕⁕⁕⁕⁕ Trigger Warnings: This story contains themes that may be distressing to some readers, including suicidal thoughts, Implied/referenced suicide, graphic violence, vulgar language, and other mature content. Copyright ©2025 by Batool

⟢ Not every love is loud, some feel like coming home𝄢 Hazem x Safira An arranged marriage rooted in quiet companionship, unspoken understanding, and a love that doesn't need words.

Sanam Khan, a rebellious 19-year-old Pathan girl, is shocked when her grandparents decide that she must marry her 30-year-old cousin, Meer Hadi Khan, whom she has always called "Bhaijaan." In their traditional family, the decision of elders cannot be refused, and the marriage is important because Meer Hadi must be married to become the next Sardar of the tribe. While Meer Hadi quietly accepts the responsibility out of respect for tradition, Sanam strongly resists the idea of marrying someone eleven years older than her. As they are forced to spend time together before the nikaah, their constant arguments and clashing personalities slowly begin to change their relationship in unexpected ways. Read the story to know what happens after they get married.

𓏲ּ ֶָ 🥀 "𝐔𝐒" 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝, 𝐌𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐲... 𝐁𝐮𝐭 "𝐘𝐎𝐔" 𝐚𝐧𝐝 "𝐈" 𝐖𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐍𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐀𝐧 𝐎𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧. ❤️‍🩹⏳ ​✧ ೃ༄ 𝐙𝐨𝐡𝐚𝐢𝐛 𝐱 𝐀𝐲𝐳𝐚𝐥​ 𓏲 ࣪₊♡𓂃 💌 #𝐙𝐨𝐡𝐳𝐚𝐥 Disclaimer ⚠️ - This novel is packed with ultimate filmy vibes! Some scenes are lovingly inspired by classic dramas and movies-bringing you that exact "jesa filmo mai hota hai, ho rha hai hubahu" magic. All credits for those iconic inspirations go to their respective creators and owners. ___________________________________________ And this story delves into a Muslim narrative involving cousin marriage and several sensitive subjects. I understand these topics aren't for everyone. If you are uncomfortable with this premise, I kindly ask that you skip this story. Constructive feedback is welcome, but inappropriate or disrespectful comments will not be tolerated .

"Strip." The single word drops from his lips, freezing the blood in my veins. My breath hitches as I look at the man sitting on the edge of the massive royal bed, his dark eyes watching me like a starving predator. "Are you deaf, little bird?" His deep voice rumbles through the silent room, sending a heavy, unexpected throb straight to my core. "I said strip. Let me see if your body is as brave as your mouth." I swallow hard, my fingers trembling on the heavy fabric of my lehenga. I have been fighting him all night, throwing out dirty comebacks like I know exactly what I am doing. But now, under his burning gaze, the terrifying truth hits me. I am completely out of my depth. Laal Ishq ❤️‍🔥 Abhimanyu Singh Rathore bows to no one. At thirty two, he is the ruthless King of Rajasthan. He demands absolute obedience and destroys anyone who stands in his way. Until his dark gaze drops onto a twenty year old law student. Shivika Agnihotri is pure and completely untouched. But when her parents fall into an inescapable debt, Abhimanyu does not want their money. He demands her in exchange. He buys her to be his bride, expecting a terrified girl who will quietly submit to his every royal command. He is completely wrong. Shivika might look innocent, but she is bold, sharp, and fiercely independent. She talks back, mocks his threats, and refuses to kneel. But the arrogant King loves a good challenge. In a deadly game of power, dark obsession, and raw temptation, the King of Rajasthan is about to claim his defiant new queen.