This feels so wrong, I can't help but think as I'm perched on the edge of her desk, my legs spread wide as my knuckles turn white from gripping the edge so tightly as she sucks and bites at my inner thighs as I whimper. Her hands hold my thighs far apart, biting harder whenever I try to snap my legs shut, ignoring my whimpers for her to stop. I know she's used to doing this but I'm not. Especially not in a place so public as her office. People are almost constantly coming and going from it. I know she locked the door when she pinned me against it earlier and began smashing her lips against mine, slipping her tongue in to play with mine but I'm still anxious that someone will disturb us. My fingers grip into her hair as I pull her face away from my inner thighs, her eyes playfully glancing up at me as she notices the tomato-coloured flush covering my face. "What's wrong, lovely?" She teasingly whispers, her hands continuing to play with my thick thighs. "Come on, tell daddy what's wrong." "I'm not really comfortable..." I utter making her arch a beautiful brow. "Oh, I'm sure when I'm fucking you that'll be the last of your worries," she chuckles, standing up so that she can lean over me as one of her hands slithers around my waist to support me as I lean away from her. Without any warning she rubs her large bulge against me making a muffled moan leave my lips. She kisses and sucks at my neck, definitely going to leave hickeys as I try to resist. "Just relax for me, love. I promise I'll be gentle."For some reason I don't believe her, especially as her fingers begin to roughly rub my sensitive bundle of nerves with a sly smile. "Just enjoy the feeling. I'll make sure to take care of you if you pass out." *** Haelyn doesn't recall anything before she woke up in the middle of nowhere, her body in pain and feeling...different. She has no clue as to what happened to her until she finally can look at her new reflection.

rise of red When the daughter of the White Queen, Blanc, follows Red and Chloe into an unexpected adventure through time, they embark on a mission to uncover the truth behind the Queen of Hearts' dark turn and to save their mothers. As they navigate the past, Blanc encounters intriguing new allies and faces the rare chance to meet her own family as teenagers. Of course, what's an adventure without a hint of romance? Alongside the challenges and revelations, Blanc finds herself drawn to someone unexpected, adding another layer of complexity to their quest. Together, they must navigate the tangled threads of history, where love and loyalty are tested, and where the choices they make will shape not only their futures but the very essence of who they are. First Part of the Timeless Triology

he wants a pawn. for a property deal of his dead grandfather.the condition is only married heir has right to claim the property. he wants a wife that don't interrogate his life.... he decided to cage a innocent soul that not intefear in his life. he saw her at cafe and decides to take move..... "please don't hurt my mom" she begging on her knees "then Marry me" he orders. "if you want your mother alive, then marry me aarohi , or else--" he threats .. will he has feelings for her? will she Happy in this forced marriage? will they be together in future? ..

Section 1 📍vardhaan singh YADUVANSHI📍 a name that evokes power , money and dominance He deeply loves his 6 month son and his family is everything to him . He is 31 years old and belongs to a royal family.He is taking yaduvanshi business to next level, striving to make it the foremost in the country. 📍aadhya yadav 📍 a name that brings calmness in chaotic world .... she is a pediatrician (children's doctor) and 25 years old . lives with her mother and baby brother who is in 11th class. what will happen when these two people meet and that will create a havoc in their lives read the story to get involved in their lives as a third wheel, because all readers are basically crying over fictional men Section 2 From chapter 39- there will be story about veer and omkar ranawat It's my bl story about a homogeneous couple.

Hey ! I have deleted this story before to make it better because i was not satisfied with it . Now i have rewritten it please give it a try, you will love it. The Edge of Belonging Prologue The sterile scent of the hospital clung to everything-white walls, silver trays, the steady beep of machines. Sebastian sat beside Aerik's bed, his hand resting protectively over his son's smaller one. Aerik was calm now, half-asleep, his chest rising and falling steadily. The door creaked open. She stepped in. Kainaat. Once, whenever she entered a room, it was as if the air shifted-lighter, warmer, brighter. Even the dullest corners seemed to carry her glow. But now... now there was something different. The light was dimmed, as though some unseen weight pressed against her shoulders, stealing away the spark he had grown used to. Her smile was still there, faint, practiced, but her eyes betrayed her. Once, they held a kind of unspoken laughter, a softness that made even this devil of a man forget his edges. Now they carried something else-emptiness, exhaustion, a silence he couldn't name. He wanted to ask. The words hovered at the back of his throat, a demand and a plea all at once: What happened? Who stole your light? But he swallowed it down. He had no right to question. No right to reach for what was never his. So he watched instead. Watched as she pulled a chair closer to Aerik, smoothing the boy's hair with tender fingers, her touch steady where his own often faltered. Watched as Aerik's lips curved into a small smile in his sleep at the sound of her voice. Watched as the room-despite her dimmed glow-still became gentler with her presence. And in the silence, Sebastian realized the truth he would never voice: Even if her light was fading, to him... she was still the brightest thing he had ever seen.

INT. INDORE CITY HOSPITAL - ICU CORRIDOR - NIGHT Rain lashes against the windowpanes. Inside, it's silent except for the rhythmic beep... beep... of two ICU monitors. In Room 203, little Rashi Ved Malhotra lies unconscious - bandaged, pale, clinging to life. In Room 204, her mother Avantika is fighting death too - chest rising unevenly, eyes dim with pain. Tubes run across her thin arms. Her once-bright hair is greying early. Her body broken. A frail woman lies beside her bed - Avantika's mother, nearly 80, barely breathing. Avantika (whispers, trembling): They'll take her from me... like they took everything else... Her mother holds her hand with a trembling grip. NANI (weakly): She's... your daughter. Not his pawn. Call... call the boy... AVANTIKA: They don't know. They never knew she existed. NANI: He's your blood too... Rishi... find him... # 1 bhai( 6/ 7/25) #1 little sister( 12/7/25) #3 brothers (8/7/25) #3 bhaiya(8/7/25) #1 indore(7/7/25) #1 love triangle (6/8/25) #4 india (9/8/25 🍂🍂🍂🍂🍂🍂🍂🍂🍂🍂🍂🍂🍂🍂🍂🍂🍂🍂🍂🍂🍂🍂🍂🍂🍂🍂🍂🍂

For over a century, the Valenti Mafia has produced only sons. Generation after generation, the powerful family expanded its empire through ruthless leaders, feared heirs, and dangerous men whose names alone commanded respect throughout the underworld. Then, after decades of waiting, a daughter was finally born. Aria Valenti. The youngest child of the Valenti family and the only girl among eight older brothers. To the outside world, she is the family's greatest treasure. To Aria, she is simply a frightened eleven-year-old girl living in a mansion full of men she barely knows. Her brothers are feared throughout the country-mafia bosses, strategists, enforcers, and heirs to a criminal empire. They are not warm. They are not gentle. They do not know how to comfort a child. And Aria is terrified of every single one of them. Having spent most of her life surrounded by nannies, tutors, and distant relatives while her brothers managed the family empire, Aria has grown up believing she is little more than an obligation. She keeps to herself, never asks for anything, and tries her best not to be a burden. But when a small accident reveals just how isolated and vulnerable she truly is, her brothers begin to notice the little sister they have overlooked for years. What starts as concern soon becomes something far more dangerous. Because someone is watching Aria. Someone inside the mafia world is searching for her. And buried within the Valenti family's history lies a secret connected to the last daughter of the bloodline-a secret powerful enough to threaten the empire itself. As enemies close in and old family secrets come to light, Aria finds herself caught between fear and trust, surrounded by eight intimidating brothers who may not know how to express affection-but who would destroy anyone who dares to hurt the only daughter of House Valenti. In a family built on power, loyalty, and blood, one small girl may become the most important Valenti of them all.

My darling Anastasia. I've searched the world for you my love. - Anastasia, kidnapped by her mother at 6 and abused by her stepfather until her mother commited suicide, leaving her alone with him. One night she had enough, and stabbed him as an act of self defence. Little did she know she had a father and 6 older siblings searching the globe for her in America.

No one ever wanted Riley Knight: not her father, who made sure she didn't have any part in his or his families life; not her mother, who resented her for virtually everything; nor her step father, who has hated her since before she was born. Not even her own big brothers -- the ones who are suppose to love and protect her no matter what -- wanted her. Or so she thought. Riley is the product of an affair -- well her and her twin brother, Rome, are -- but she never had two parents. See, her father has always had "something against" the female sex and therefore, it is weak in his eyes to have a daughter. So he kept Rome and sent Riley away from the second the twins were born. He is the one responsible for turning his six sons against his youngest child and only daughter and, therefore, chaining her to a life of abuse and neglect. But did he succeed? Following her fathers death 7 years ago, Riley's brothers have taken a bigger interest in her and her quality of life, ensuring it was up to par. But all is still not perfect among the Knight siblings. Will Riley finally find her solace among her big brothers? Will they find out about the horrors she faces on a day-to-day basis? Can this family ever become one again ... or do the scars run too deep?

Lowly. Illegitimate. Disgraceful. Amaryllis bore the weight of whispers and stares, a child born out of debauchery. She was raised behind iron gates and velvet curtains, in a family whose name was spoken only in lowered voices. A mafia dynasty, steeped in blood and loyalty. Yet even within that empire of power, she remained a shadow in the presence of her brothers, seen but never truly known. However her heart, vast and unyielding, loved them unconditionally. But life is both fragile and cruel. When terminal illness claimed her, she carried it alone behind fragile smiles, unwilling to darken the days of those she adored. Only one wish bloomed before the end, "I hope their feelings might change, even if it's temporary." And when that time comes... Please bring flowers to my funeral. ── ─ ┈┈┈┄┄╌╌ ⚠️ Trigger Warning: This story contains sensitive and potentially distressing themes, including psychological trauma and mature content. Note - The terminal illness described in this story is entirely fictional and included solely for storytelling purposes. - Update: 2026 - Cover: Canva © 2026 [CherylZielle]. All rights reserved. Do not copy or distribute without permission.