#6 in Romance- 6-07-2016 "Look....I'm s-sorry, I didn't know you'd be this mad If I would have known...." "Shut the f**k up!" His rough edge voice shut me up. He stared at me shamelessly. I could smell brew on him. Is he drunk? Of course, he is! But, he looked sober enough to know what he was doing, I tried to fight him again, hitting his chest to step back but, I stopped dead in my senses when I felt his warm and moist breath just below my ear. "I hate you so much...." He spoke huskily into my ears which made tremors shot up in my spine. Kanan is a typical Indian girl who's sweet, clumsy with a dash of sarcasm, who comes from an Orthodox Indian family with a label of 'you would do as you told!' Jay is an arrogant, manipulative and a total party animal, who doesn't believe in Indian customs. What happens when these two destined souls find them arranged into a marriage, who has nothing in common except hatred. An arranged marriage with a sprinkle of Indian drama.

There was confusion in the eyes of the seven year old Surangi as they dipped mango leaves into the sandal-turmeric paste to anoint her. She did not know what marriage meant, she was just told that she would move into a new home in a village far away and Yashoda mami would be her mother-in-law. Fighting back tears she clutched her carved sandalwood doll, trying not to miss her mother Kaveri whose recent demise had prompted her father to agree to the alliance between Surangi and Madhav, the eleven year old son of Raghav, Kaveri's distant cousin. Shridhar knew he could not bring up his daughter alone. He was constantly under pressure to take a new bride to bear him the much desired son as his late wife had only left behind a daughter. He chose to marry little Surangi off in accordance with the custom of the day rather than leave her at the mercy of a step-mother.

Is it possible for a cage to offer freedom? A deeply conservative father, a mother resigned to the status quo, and the ghost of a twisted abuse have beat Kriti Tripathi into a numb kind of acceptance. The kind of acceptance that allows her to block out the uncomfortable realities that come with forming meaningful bonds with the people around her. When her mother shoves her into an arranged marriage to a stranger, Kriti is forced to confront secrets that have painted her past black and surrendered her future to the demands of her possessor. But Kriti's quietly mysterious husband has been whispering things as she struggles to adjust to her new life. Things that make her think she might not be as trapped as she feels, and Kriti begins to suspect that this marriage might mean more than she expected. Kriti isn't the only one who has been keeping secrets. Even her perfectly responsible, too mature husband has something to hide. Secrets have a way of revealing themselves, though. When the demons of her past show up on her doorstep, the secrets they've been keeping threaten to destroy Kriti and her marriage; unless Kriti can reform herself into her own brand of savior.

My name is Calla Lind. Ever since my reawakening, I have live my life the way I wanted. I was able to be Calla, meet people as Calla, and have people see me as Calla. I had thought to let go of the past and be free of it. Now I know, letting go also means moving on. This is a continuation of the CALLA. WARNING! Viewer discretion advised: BOOK 2 contains adult content that is unsuitable for children. NOTE from the writer: I'm an amateur writer so please overlook plot holes, grammar issues, or anything else a story is supposed to have. This is my original story so... as the saying goes "if you have nothing nice to say, don't say anything at all".

Would you like to play a game? The rules are simple... you just have to get someone to fall in love you, devote himself to you, and care for you until the end of his days. Think it's easy? Confident you'll win? Let's see how well you play the game. WARNING! Viewer discretion advised: story contains adult content that is unsuitable for children. NOTE from the writer: I'm an amateur writer so please overlook plot holes, grammar issues, or anything else a story is supposed to have. This is my original story so... as the saying goes "if you have nothing nice to say, don't say anything at all".

Even the best empire will fall because of a beauty... Wei Lan isn't a beauty that could make empires fall... If Lan wants, your Wang Feng will conquer any empire you wish... Wei Lan doesn't want empires. Wei Lan only wants Wang Feng... This is a continuation of the Rebirth of Fa Wei Lan. WARNING! Viewer discretion advised: Volume 3 contains adult content that is unsuitable for children. NOTE from the writer: I'm an amateur writer so please overlook plot holes, grammar issues, or anything else a story is supposed to have. This is my original story so... as the saying goes "if you have nothing nice to say, don't say anything at all".

2 years is short... 2 years is long... Days pass like years. Years continues on for eternity. Do you still remember the promise? This is a continuation of the Rebirth of Fa Wei Lan. WARNING! Viewer discretion advised: Volume 2 contains adult content that is unsuitable for children. NOTE from the writer: I'm an amateur writer so please overlook plot holes, grammar issues, or anything else a story is supposed to have. This is my original story so... as the saying goes "if you have nothing nice to say, don't say anything at all".

"I hate you Arjun, What were you doing with that girl? What are you trying to prove Arjun? Don't you dare think I'm jealous? Because I'm not" She yelled at the top of her voice. Ohhhh my Strawberry she's sooo inoocent that she don't know to even conceal her jealousy....... My doll's cheeks were glistening with tears, her eyes have become bigger and her lips were trembling due to her whimpers which turned me on wildly. God how much I want to smooch that plum rosy lips. I know she's furious but even her angry look lures me. I wanted nothing but to hug the beauty and make love to her all night. Oops Arjun concentrate; your doll is angry; it's not the time to have wild thoughts man Varuna Ramachandran, an independent girl with her own dream career, blessed with loving family, friends is very contented in her life. The last thing she wants to do is to love before marriage and make her life hell with clumsiness and melodramas. Who knows why is she always against love. What happens when she crosses path with a handsome hunk, Arjun Krishna a well built, arrogant, caring, possessive and eminent police officer. Let's follow the life of Varuna Ramachandran in this story and discover her love encounters. This story takes place in Tamil Nadu, the southern part of India so basically Varuna is a Tamilian

How can you lose something you never have? When your own mother poisons you to gain pity from others, how should you feel? Why was I, the youngest, being married off? How could I care about something that was never mine? WARNING! Viewer discretion advised: Story contains adult content that is unsuitable for children. NOTE from the writer: I'm an amateur writer so please overlook plot holes, grammar issues, or anything else a story is supposed to have. This is my original story so... as the saying goes "if you have nothing nice to say, don't say anything at all".

Lily Swan, Bellas, younger sister, is the complete oposite to her sister, she's tan,blonde sporty and Beautiful, and now that her mothers moving oversea, she is moving to the cloudy forks. Did I mention, she is far from being Team Edward =/.... She loves Jake, and is determined to make him happy, even if that means, happy with Bella.