Okiemute used to be the girl with sunshine in her laughter and kindness in her heart-until the love of her life shattered her. When he left her for another woman, something inside her froze. She became distant, guarded, and done with love entirely. Determined to rebuild herself, she packed her bags, disappeared from her old life, and moved to a city where no one knew her name. In that new world, she rose from her pain and became a fierce, successful businesswoman-the kind no one could mess with. Two years later, a sudden family emergency dragged her back home. She wasn't prepared for what-or who-would be waiting for her. "Okiemute, this is Ovie... Gabriel Akweyvun and Ejiro Mary Ogba's son," her mother announced. Shock didn't even cover it. Ovie was no longer the mischievous 14-year-old boy who used to follow everyone around. He had become a man-a dangerously handsome one. Powerful. Respected. Untouchable. And somehow... also her new boss. His bluish-green eyes locked on hers with a heat she felt all the way down her spine. There was longing in them. Lust. Hunger. A silent promise that he'd been waiting for this moment just as long as she had. Leaning casually against the kitchen counter, sleeves rolled halfway up his forearms, tie loosened, top buttons undone. And the look in his eyes? Possessive. Hungry. Tender. Like he had been holding himself together all day and she was the final release. He pulled her close, lifting her slightly onto her toes as if she weighed nothing. Her fingers slid into his hair, feeling the softness, feeling the warmth of his scalp, feeling the way he leaned deeper into her touch like he'd been starving for it. Without breaking the kiss, he guided her backward toward the bedroom-one slow step at a time-giving her space to draw back if she wanted to. She didn't. She wanted him. She had wanted him all day. Her entire body was aching from wanting. And that night... They finally let desire speak freely.

❝𝑾𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒅 𝒃𝒆𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒎𝒚 𝒅𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒆𝒓𝒕, 𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒓𝒚?❞ _____________________________ Sidharth never wanted this marriage. Trapped by circumstances and haunted by a past he didn't want to face, he told himself it was only a duty. But Noor-silent, simple Noor-was something he couldn't ignore. Her presence stirred something in him, her quietness louder than his own chaos. She never asked for anything, yet she made him face the parts of himself he wanted to forget. And as his walls started to fall, he hated that he wanted her-that he needed the warmth of someone he was never meant to have. As time went on, He began to behave in ways that were antithetical to his initial intentions. He found himself doing everything he had once vowed never to do with his wife. He became the very husband he had despised. He started to crave more, an insatiable desire that gnawed at his soul for her. And then nothing seems to satisfy his aching soul other than his arranged wife's one smile. ●An Indian arranged marriage romance. #Book-1 in #His bride series. (A standalone book) ●Bᴏᴏᴋ ɪs ʀᴀᴛᴇᴅ ᴍᴀᴛᴜʀᴇ ᴅᴜᴇ ᴛᴏ Dᴀʀᴋ ʀᴏᴍᴀɴᴄᴇ, ᴀɢᴇ ɢᴀᴘ ᴀɴᴅ ʜɪɢʜʟʏ ᴍᴀᴛᴜʀᴇ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴍᴇɴᴛɪᴏɴ ᴏғ ʟɪɢʜᴛ BDSM. (Have a lot of grammatical and spelling mistakes.) ╰┈➤Started on: 28 April 2024 Author♥️

Jiya Tripathi came to attend her cousin's wedding but in a twist of events, she became the bride. Now trapped with a grumpy zamindar and his unpredictable family, will she fall in love or convince him to leave her? ◖Age Gap ◖Desi Erotica ◖Soft Romance ◖Slow Burn Romance ◖Forced Marriage ◖Suspense

"Great news! Wei WuXian has died!" "Wait- WHAT?!" "But I'm still here." The juniors (Lan Sizhui, Lan Jingyi, Jin Ling, and Ouyang Zizhen) accidentally touched an array that teleported the people from the past to an unknown place. This story is based on a novel Mo Dao Zu Shi written by Mo Xiang Tong Xiu. NON-CANON I wrote this reaction book to satisfy myself and only for entertainment. I am not gaining any profit from it. Started: July 1,2024 Edited:August 11, 2025 Ended:???

Although no one knew it, Desire was struggling. It was highly unbelievable because as a top worker in one of Lagos' most exclusive and influential night clubs, she was making thousands every night. All her other friends were living large, and building houses, so why couldn't she? Her father had died five years ago, leaving them drowning in a sea of debt. Her mother was sick, and couldn't do anything, so from an early age Desire had had to wear the mantle of responsibility. A twenty six million naira debt was on her neck, and for five years, Desire had consistently been paying it off; while simultaneously keeping a roof over her mother's head, and saving up money for school. Salvation came at last; but in form of the hardest, most handsome man she had ever laid eyes upon? General Babalola Halal. He was offering five million Naira for a whole month of exclusive sex. Pure, undiluted gratification. It was her job, and this offer was coming on a platter of gold. Even more tempting was the fact that it was the exact amount needed to be free of her father's debt. Completely. But he was hard, and demanding, and excruciatingly virile. Accepting this posed a risk far greater than millions. The stark reality of losing everything she stood for, and gaining nothing in return because a man like this never gave anything of himself. He was rich, five million Naira meant nothing to him. But she knew what she was getting into, she knew how addictive his touch was, and how hard it was to stay sane around him. Could she do this? Was losing her sanity a price she was willing to pay?

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐌𝐃𝐙𝐒 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐏𝐚𝐬𝐭 "𝘦𝘩...𝘸𝘩𝘺 𝘥𝘪𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘣𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘶𝘴 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦?" "𝘞𝘩𝘰 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸𝘴 𝘪𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘴 𝘢𝘭𝘴𝘰 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘥𝘥𝘦𝘯 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘯 𝘰𝘧 𝘞𝘦𝘪 𝘞𝘶𝘟𝘪𝘢𝘯" "𝐆𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭 𝐧𝐞𝐰𝐬! 𝐖𝐞𝐢 𝐖𝐮𝐗𝐢𝐚𝐧 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐝𝐢𝐞𝐝!" "𝘏𝘶𝘩? 𝘏𝘦 𝘥𝘪𝘦𝘥? 𝘞𝘩𝘦𝘯?" "𝐖𝐡𝐨 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐝𝐢, 𝐉𝐢𝐚𝐧𝐠 𝐂𝐡𝐞𝐧𝐠, 𝐩𝐮𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧 𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝." "𝐈 𝐦𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐬𝐚𝐲, 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞!" "𝘈𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘵𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘶𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘦????" 💖This story is my payback for the support you guys gave me for "A way to heal"💖 A Reaction story to the full novel. . . Pictures are credited to the original owners. Original story- Mo Dao Zu Shi by Mo Xiang Tong Xiu This story is pure fiction and created for entertainment purposes only Rankings 🥇Fanmade 🥇Reaction 🥇THEUNTAMED 🥇MXTX

𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒕𝒐𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒓𝒐𝒘 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒅𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒏𝒕. 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒄𝒓𝒆𝒆𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒘𝒊𝒔𝒆. #𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐎𝐧𝐞 ━ 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐕𝐢𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𓆩𓃮𓆪 When Wei Wuxian stepped into the Cloud Recesses for lectures, he expected three things: rules, boredom, and Lan Qiren's voice droning long enough to resurrect the dead out of spite. He did not expect to be stolen. One moment──sunlit paths. The next──a place that should not exist, swallowing him whole. The manor rose like a nightmare dressed in silk. Grand. Eerie. Hungry. At its heart, a hall stretched wide──rows of seats facing a screen that hummed with something alive. The entire cultivation world stood trapped within those walls. Among them, four heirs with familiar eyes and impossible knowledge──carrying truths no one was ready to witness. The screen flickers. Visions bleed. Secrets claw up from graves Wei Wuxian dug with his own hands──truths he would rather bury so deep even resentful energy could never find them. Then the memories start. Foreign yet familiar. Flashes that do not belong to him yet fit too perfectly inside his bones. With every fractured image, the ground beneath him cracks──until he questions everything. The stories. The lies. Even the name on his tongue. And as the walls lean closer, as the air thickens with a presence that does not announce itself, one truth becomes agonizingly clear. They are not alone. They are beigng watched. Something wants them to see. Wants them to unravel, thread by fragile thread, until nothing remains but the truth. Now only one question hangs in the haunted air──Is this fate? Or are they all just pieces on a board too vast to see, dancing for a mercy never meant to arrive?

All Jade ever wanted was to meet the president's son. Two things that get her into trouble. Her mouth and her brain. What happened after she finally met with the President's son? Talking about the President's son When Jade finally met him, He was cold, yet Jade was close He was distant, yet Jade was near He never knew it was her. She never knew it was him. Because Gori was blind. But still, Jade could not let go Meeting with the President's son is a book encouraged to be read by all youths, mothers, parents, and everyone all around the world. We are in a society where it has become harder for youths to survive day by day, and because of that, they need guidance and support rather than being left alone. Meeting with the President's son is educative, informative, and Entertaining. Get ready for the awesome lessons packed in the book.

|| Farida was no doubt a hard worker. She was never one to back down from a task and everyone at work loved her for that. Well, everyone but her boss, Tobi. She shared the same resentment towards him, though. Who exactly did he think he was? The fact that he was her boss did not mean she had to bend to his every will. The zeal to keep her well paying job is what keeps her in the job and well, his mother who is very dear to her. LAGOS BADDIES: BOOK #1

ẹfin means "smoke" and that was the only term to describe him.