Continuation of Prithvi and Pallavi's Story...

After the death of his only brother, angry and vengeful Robert Martin is seeking justice for him. He kidnaps Kristine Hawthorne, the girl whom he believe was the reason why his brother died. But he didn't know that he had kidnapped the wrong person; Kristine's twin, Katelyn Hawthorne. Will she tell him that she is not her sister or accept all the scars to save her only sister?

A work-related injury leaves special agent Michael O'Connolly forced to part ways with the FBI on an extended sick leave. He's been out of commission for weeks and is desperately ready for some action, but when he grabs hold of a filthy street kid, trying to pick his pockets, he gets more than he bargained for. Nineteen year old Jason Thames was accustomed to hard living. The streets had been his life for more years than he cared to remember. He did whatever he could to survive, but one cold, wet night he picks the wrong pocket, and gets caught up in a world he never thought he could have. The agent is harsh and intimidating, but he wants to help him, even when he discovers that Jason has a two year old son; Little Timmy. Over time, the attraction between the two men simmers, and Michael finds himself falling for both his house guests, but how can he hope for a future when the present is so riddled with uncertainty?

HIGHEST RANKS- #1 IN GENERAL FICTION #13 IN ROMANCE _______________________________________________________________________________ Suddenly his one teardrop falls on my chest and rolls down into my blouse and disappears between the valey of my breasts. The sensation of the warm droplet in that tender part makes my toe curl. " Siddharta?" My word gets carried away by the feeble storm which has suddenly broken into the room being the messanger of the upcoming rain. Welcoming the moisty air I again pat his cloudy hair, "Sidhu?" "Ummm?" He replies tiredly clinging into me with more force. Oh his gesture! My world becomes upside down by it. And he has no idea how he is crashing me with his weight, with the anticipation... He lays all over me...My 21 years' heart pounds like crazy...for the first loving touch of him...for the first embrace...and for the first realisation that he needs me..... ********************************************************************************************** Highest rank- #1 in General fiction on 20/07/2016, 21/07/2016

"Why don't you understand Gawri, this will ruin your marriage" he cupped my face with his hands. Guilt was written all over his face. "And if we won't do it then you know what will happen" I looked at his sad face, he wanted to break down but he was holding himself. "Are you sure there is no other way?" He also knew the answer then what is the use of asking such thing. "Do you think there is any?" I asked him back in an irritated tone. We are just puppets and we have to do this. "He is coming. Get ready" The voice from microphone alerted us. I took a deep breathe, there is no going back now and never. We looked into each other eyes which was reflecting the same emotion, helplessness. We leaned onto each other and kissed like our life depended on that one kiss. "GAWRI!!!!" Alex's voice boomed at the entrance. His eyes were blazing with anger and if looks could burn then we must have become ashes in that instant. Hurt was clearly visible on Alex's face. His eyes were looking like they haven't believed what they have seen. His eyes were asking me "How could you cheat me Gawri?" ******************************************************************************************* Alex and Gauri has passed many tests of life to prove their love to each other but now the biggest test is waiting for them to judge the epitome of their love. Gauri, a girl who has risked her life to save her husband Alex from the trap of deaths has cheated him but Why? Read the story of secrets where a girl, a wife, a mother, a sister breaks all the regulations. Has Gauri really turned into a rebel or there is some other reason? Join the not so fairytale love story of GaLex (Gauri and Alex) and unfold their secrets.

She married him to save someone she loved. He married her to forget he had ever loved someone. Theirs wasn't a match made in heaven. Their marriage was never meant to work. They weren't supposed to fall in love. Ten years into their 'arranged' marriage, Naina and Varun lead a near perfect life with their six year old daughter, Ria. Through a maze of heartaches, they have learnt to accept each other's faults and have built their relationship on their strengths. Or have they? When their respective pasts revisit their present to steal their future together, years of bonding over second chances and shared passion gets tested. Naina breaks her silence and demands the one thing Varun cannot provide as proof of his love for her. Will their marriage survive the strain on their love for each other or force them apart? Circle of Trust is a story of relationships where battles of the heart are fought and won through trust. Highest Ranking - #1 Bestseller

I have been summoned home, back to the dry desert landscapes and the lush oasis estate home where I was born and raised until I was sent off to attend the western schools like most sons of wealthy Arabic families. I didn't want come back for the reasons that caused my parents to demand my return. I didn't want to have anything to do with my maternal Grandfather, but the ancient tyrant was dead and as a good son, I returned to the land of my birth and do what is required of me. If it wasn't for my angel of a mother, I would have stayed State side where I was happily enjoying my life and the freedom to be who I am as I managed our families multiple business corporations there. Now, I must see to the estate and business holdings the old man has left behind for the El-Hamin legacy once again expand its wealth. The maternal side of my family's money and its import and export companies has been finally released from the iron fist of the old man's control. Little did I know that when I inherited this responsibility, I also inherited something that will shock me to the core of my soul. An undiscovered secret that the aged bigot has kept locked up in a hidden room in the master suite of his palatial home. The bastard continued practicing an antiquated custom that the men of my line have long ago ceased to adhere to in these modern times. I found myself placed in a situation that will bring me to my knees and challenge the beat of my heart.

It is a well known fact that two opposites attract while two likes repel. Is it possible for two people to be so similar that they form nothing but a perfect match? Join Hisham and Isma in a journey where there are more tears than happiness. More hate than love and more of their pasts than their present.

How do you fight the Moon? The King has fallen to a God. The world is gathering, surrounding the Northern hemisphere on all side, crushing, strangling the land in a tight noose. All they demand is Charlie's head. The female Alpha born from two alphas. The first of her kind. Charlie's mother Victoria was the first female Alpha, who has created the way, has walked the path first for her daughter to follow with ease behind her. Through teeth and claw the Northern Hemisphere was a sanctuary for Charlie to be raised on. Now, it's become the center for the Moon's army to face the sharpened weapons of Charlie's army. The great spread of old has returned to the meeting place where the final battle will occur. Trades will be made, sides picked, and the blood-red path will be walked until only the One remains. There can only be One. The Moon intends to keep her position while Charlie fights the fight for the Wilds, who have been severed from their souls at death. Punished to wander the world as ghosts without their halves. She fights the true fight for the Wilds, who can't fight for themselves. Charlie needs to understand who she has come from and who she can become. Charlie needs to understand how to bleed and how to bleed well. She needs to become a God-eater. Welcome to the second half of Odin's Prize.

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.