Silk saree. Diamond necklace. Red lips. A wealthy man's possession. A mistress. Her fingers slowly touched the fading bruise near her collarbone before quickly moving away, as though even she could not bear touching herself anymore. Outside the locked bedroom, laughter and music echoed through the mansion halls. Another party. Another night where powerful people would stare at her with curiosity, pity, or hidden mockery. "That's Abhinandan Varada's mistress" "She used to be a classical dancer, right?" "What a waste." The whispers never ended. Ahalya closed her eyes tightly. Once, people looked at her with admiration. Now they looked at her like sin A knock came at the door. "Madam,""Sir is calling you downstairs." Her stomach tightened instantly. Fear had become instinct now. Ahalya wiped her tears before they could fall and forced herself to stand. No matter how broken she felt... He would still call. And she would still go. Because Abhinandan Varada always got what he wanted. Always. She slowly walked through the grand corridors of the mansion that looked more like a golden cage than a home. Guards lowered their heads as she passed. No one met her eyes. No one dared. There Abhinandan sat lazily on the couch, glass of whiskey in one hand, looking powerful enough to own the entire world. And maybe he did. But the moment his eyes landed on her, something dangerous softened in his expression. "There you are, little doe." The endearment made her chest ache. A year ago, she had been a rising dancer with dreams in her eyes. Now she trembled hearing a man call her with affection. He opened one arm toward her casually. "Come here." Ahalya stood frozen. Every instinct inside her wanted to run. But there was nowhere left to run anymore. Because the cruelest thing about Abhinandan Varada was not his power. Not his anger. Not even the darkness inside him. It was the way he destroyed her life... And then loved her among the ruins.

She shamelessly seduced him. She served him heads. She bled for his forgiveness... and carried his child while doing it. Linzhi is a shameless little fox with a wicked smile and a dangerous secret - she's not from this world, and definitely not who everyone thinks she is. After waking up in the body of an assassin with blood on her hands and a price on her soul, she does the most logical thing: throws herself at the cold, disciplined general whose life she may have accidentally ruined. General Zhou Chen is used to blades and battlefields, not women who sneak into his bed and bring him heads as offerings of love. He doesn't say much - especially not the things she aches to hear - but Linzhi keeps fighting for a sliver of redemption... or maybe just a sliver of his heart. Love shouldn't be this messy. But if she has to crawl through blood to earn it, so be it.

I died on the night he crowned another woman his queen. While they celebrated, bathed in the adoration of their subjects, I took my last breath alone in the cold, abandoned wing of the palace, clutching a small, lifeless fox. The fox had been his promise to me. Back when he had nothing, he'd sworn that one day he would give me a crown and a kingdom. I stood by him, from a disinherited prince of a fallen kingdom to the emperor who united the fractured lands. But when he finally ascended the throne, he chose another to be his queen. He gave her the most magnificent crown, the most lavish gowns. He let her snatch my little fox, my only companion, and have it skinned for a muff. "I'll get you another one," he'd said, as if it were nothing. He didn't know. I was already gone. Author's Note: I post a new chapter almost every single day!

Book 1 of SOLD series Rajni, an eighteen-year-old girl, was sold to Srikant Thakur and Ratnesh Thakur, the landowners of the village, who were also known as the cruelest and most dangerous men across numerous villages. Warning🔞: This story is set back to 1950, and contains mature and abusive scenes. Copyright ©️ last_one_you_love 2024-2025. All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be copied, reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted in any form or by any means-electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording, or otherwise-without the prior written permission of the author. This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locations is purely coincidental. Unauthorized translation, adaptation, or republication of this content is strictly prohibited and may result in legal action.

"Skin once broken ,can never be the same. Just like hearts once betrayed, struggle to beat again." ................................................... A broken piece of glass, a shattered heart. Was all that could define Ethan Lockwood's past. The heir to one of the biggest estates in the country, the most eligible bachelor as the tabloids said. With persona cold as ice and presence authoritative and terrifying ,he was making sure to not let anyone come close to him. Not giving anyone the right over him. Until he met her again. By hands of fate, the very girl he despised more than anything. The girl behind everything. But. What if the girl was no longer that beautiful confident rich man's daughter now? What if behind her beautiful smile she veil's a ugliness that made her insecure every night. What if she has been already punished in the worst way which resembled a nightmare. What if she was scarred beyond repair. Will he be able to see beyond her fascade? Does he have it in him to forgive her after everything? Circumstances change, people change and stereotypes break. But what remains is the beauty that lies within. And that's when my friends the journey of 'his not so beautiful wife 2 begins. *Could be read as a stand alone.

"This..." His lips parted but no words followed and his grip on my scorched hand loosened. "...Is a reminder that I have to burn several times more to rise again." A smile articulated on my lips and I intervened my fingers to his. ❁┈┈┈❅ ⋞〈 ✿ 〉⋟ ❅┈┈┈❁ Her kohl painted eyes smeared due to the tears of blood washing them away. Throughout her life, she desired his love, just a word from him was enough to expend her entire existence for his cause. From opposing her parents to getting him the throne, she did everything to support him but in all this, she failed to notice the demon within her love. Deceived her entire life, when thrown in the embrace of flames, she vowed revenge. Within the blanket of blazes her skin charred and like some twisted game, fate sends her soul to the body of her younger self. Revenge runs in her veins but the longing to live a little lingers too. Unfold the tale of princess Vijetri when she receives the dubious-looking boon of another chance at life. cover credits: @the.cover.craze Co-author: @behind-the-glasses

She's his prize, his beautiful, flawless prize. She's his trophy, a girl he stole from the world. He holds her captive in the harsh shadows of the basement and tortures her. He loves her, charishes her every breath and lives off her every scream. Her pain feeds his bloodthirsty hunger. Ella Miller underestimated how fradgile her blissful life was. She threw it away on alcohol and wild parties. It comes crashing down around her when she's kidnapped and held prisinor by Rick, a quiet man that had stood in the background of her life, just watching. He tortures her while the outside world searches blindly. Her frail ray of hope may be the teenage boy sneaking her food and water behind the back of his violent father, her captor. To protect the girl he loves he must betray the only family he has and sacrifice his freedom.

"Niya" he called her by standing in the middle of the sitting area but got no response in return. She always used to wait for him with a smile on her face,and she always used to come within a second if he called her, but today it was different. He wanted to see her. He went towards the kitchen to see whether she is there or not, but there was no one in the kitchen. His heart was clenching in unknown fear, and it was thumping faster. His mind was telling him that something is wrong, but he consoled himself by saying everything is fine, but his heart was still not ready to beat at a normal rate. "Niya!" He went towards her room by calling her, but there was no response from her side, so he slowly opened the door and what he saw next made his heart drop to his stomach. ▪▪▪▪▪ He gave her only his hatred when she was yearning for his love. He loathed her presence when she used to love his presence. He was busy in breaking her heart when she was busy mending his heart. He wanted to bring darkness into her life when she wanted to bring light into his life. She was living only in one hope, that one day she would get his love, but one day it also crushes. Since then, she stops excepting anything in life. It is said that 'we don't know the value of things until we lose them'. And it's true, we don't value or appreciate them until we lose them. What will happen when his hatred turns into unconditional love? Will he be able to mend her heart, which he has broken? Or will it be too late? What will he do when he comes to know about HER HIDDEN PAIN ? ☆☆☆ PLEASE DON'T TRY TO STEAL MY WORK, I WILL NOT TOLERATE IT. I DON'T ALLOW MY WORK TO BE USED IN ANY WAY OR ADAPTED IN ANY WAY WITHOUT MY PERMISSION. Copyright ©️ 2021 by Vel