"He was not my husband, he was not my lover and yet I let him do things on my body." For Cassandra Vitalis, the most painful thing in her life was watching the man she loves get married to the love of his life. So she drowned her sorrows with alcohol and proposed a deal to a stranger that her sane self would never ever do it. To forget the unrequited love she has for the man she loves she slept with the man she met at the wedding. When she woke up much to her horror, the man who spent a wild and uninhibited night with her was none other than Calix Spiridakou, the cousin of the man she loves! Would she accept this devilish man's offer to help her forget her first love by spending her days--and probably her nights in his bed?

"My name is Rashiq Salim bin Fiqri Zafar, Crown Prince of Arandia and I need your help." "I'm sorry, did you say prince?" "Yes, and you, Ms. Walker are going to be my bride." She spluttered her coffee over him again. "What?!" Simply a business proposal... The last thing Annabelle Walker expected was a handsome, rich billionaire sheikh prince walking into her life and proposing marriage to her for a span of a year. Or even the fact that she would agree to his proposal. The next thing she knows, her life is never the same. Juggling between college and keeping their marriage a secret, there are more burdens and secrecy than before. Pressure builds during the day but is relinquished in passion-filled nights in her husband's bed... Or could it be more? Rashiq Zafar, Crown Prince of Arandia needs a wife and he needs it quick. When he sees Annabelle Walker, she fit his requirements perfectly. She needs money and he had money. All he needs her is for a year and they would walk away unaffected. But the last thing he expected was new emotions to follow his decision to get married... _____________________________________________________________ Okay, I've been getting a lot of offensive comments on his religion and race and bla bla bla. I just want to let you know that where I come from, I do know the basic customs and I think some of you are being too offensive for a fictional story. This story has absolutely no relations to religion. At all. All I did was select a certain nationality for my main lead. Plus, its a fictional country! I have done my research and I do not appreciate people saying my characters are going to hell and stuff. So, I've changed the name a bit and removed the "bin". Once again, I'll say this, this story has some sexual content so if you are sensitive to it either due to morality or religious reasons, please do not read any further. Thank you. PS: The rest of you, do enjoy!

Highest Rank: #74 in Romance This is my second book! Please help me with your love and support, as I had for my first book. What happens when you are living your happy lavish life and all of a sudden you are the bride and soon to be the Queen? The same is the fate faced by both the twins, Meera and Ira, as they are promised to the Princes Vivaan and Sameer. But the younger Ira, not to mention who hates her father, had her own plans and left her elder sister in Delima and confusion. Read on the funny, comedy and romantic story of the twins. "Ira?" Meera lightly knocked the door. "Ira!" She shouted and ran towards her sister Lying on the floor with white foam coming out of her mouth. "No.. Ira... you won't die on me.

"Love is..." I explored my brain to find the most suitable word in my dictionary that could fit in the definition I was trying to say; the definition that could make the jerk, sitting opposite me with a smirk on his face, believe in 'love'. "Bullshit?" He offered with a huge arrogant smirk on his face and no matter how much I agreed with him on this particular matter, I couldn't agree. So, instead of nodding my head in agreement, I scowled at him. His smirk grew bigger and he leaned away from me, gazing at me with his piercing grey eyes. "Finding it hard to make me believe in love when you yourself don't believe in that shit, huh?" With his piercing grey gaze fixed on my every move, I realized that 'being the devil's cupid' was going to be a lot tougher than I had initially thought. (By the author of 'And We Meet Again')

Luke couldn't stop thinking about Bianca Wilson and the night they'd shared. He wanted to find her so he could satisfy the itch to have her again. But he was a man who always kept it simple with women and made his intentions clear to them from the start. Bedding them more than once only made them feel like there was more than the physical intimacy between them. However, when Bianca shows up in his office with the news of her pregnancy, all his rules and thoughts of staying away from her go out of the window. There is no way he was letting her go now. Not when she was carrying his baby!

Ashton Miller was the richest, most powerful and sexiest man alive. Being a multimillionaire, he had everything he could have ever wanted; girls, cars, and so much money he didn't know what to do with. As the biggest playboy in New York, Ashton jumps from girl to girl breaking their hearts as he went along. He didn't care about anything other than his company and himself. Layla Kingston. Layla was NOT rich, actually Layla was basically broke. She worked as a waitress. She didn't have guys all over her, in fact she's only had one boyfriend and that didn't turn out well. Layla didn't have it all, in fact she's had a very hard life, and just when she thinks her life is finally starting to turn over it turns out way different than she thought. A story about two wounded polar opposites crossing paths. ****************************************************************************************************** Warning! There is some swearing and 1-2 dirty scenes so if you don't like that or are too young I'm not responsible :) Thank you @babedirectionerxx for helping me edit!! Highest Rank: # 1

Sara, an Indian middle class girl with strong values and crazy wishes, childlike and liked by all... Is having an arranged marriage... Just like any normal girl she has a number of dreams, wishes and hopes, will they be fulfilled? Join her, in her journey of life and love.♥ PS: Picture in the cover is sourced from the internet

Highest rank #3 in Pharmacist "I know we never got along during high school, but we can at least try now!"Custer tried to be as convincing as he can as he followed Valerie. "That was because you always hated my guts! And, I assure you still will!" She turned with fire in her eyes. "I never hated anything about you!" It came out too honest and the moment she finished her sentence. Valerie was taken aback, but rolled her eyes and left the kitchen to join the party anyway. Custer definitely followed her. -- Find out more about them inside the book. **THIS STORY CONTAINS MATURE AND EXPLICIT CONTENT. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK! **

⇨A SID & ALIA LOVE STORY⇦ ● ⇨CASTS⇦ →Siddharth Malhotra (As Siddharth Malhotra a.k.a Sid) →Alia Bhatt (As Alia Bhatt a.k.a Alu) →And many more. ● ⇨INTRO OF STORY ⇦ What will you do if you are married to someone else whom you never loved? What are you gonna do when your love dies and at the same time your marriage is arranged to someone else? What will you do when you are married to someone whom you loved since a long time, but the person loves somebody else who don't even exists anymore? Sid loved Alia since his school days. They get married, but not love, the love is arranged by their parents. Sid cares about Alia a lot. But, Alia is stuck with her past. She accepts Sid as her husband but hates him. Read the story and unfold the ups and downs that Sid goes through to be loved by Alia.

Highest rank:- #1 in jealosy on 12/01/2019 #1 in surgeon on 24/03/2019 WARNING: This story contains extreme mature and explicit content. Read at your own risk! "So? You started fucking someone else too, huh?" He growled, with a hint of spitefullness as he bit the base of my neck, making me pull his hair and arc my back with a gasp. I couldn't think rationally, he never bit me before! He was between my legs as my legs were wrapped around his torso, my back against the mattress and he on top of me. He then left butterfly kisses all along the way from the base of my neck to my cleavage. My body was becoming hotter and hotter. I heard his words but, couldn't register them. Why do people chose to talk during sex? When they can enjoy it without any words shared? His face was suddenly in the front of mine with a wild expression on it. This made me take a deep breath. What got in to him?