Highest Rank: #1 in Romance, #1 - painting, #1 - heartbreaker, #1 - one-sidedlove, #1 - unrequitedlove, #1 - engagement *********************** Still not satisfied with our physical contact, he leaned his face down to meet mine as his fingers gripped my chin. "Fiancée?" he asked, whispering the word. I nodded as the tension I felt from our body contact got even more intense. I stared at his handsome face. "You claim yourself my fiancée?" I nodded again. Of course, I was his fiancée and I'd claim that title no matter what. "Let's see if you really are," he whispered slowly in between his breathing. His tone broadcasted danger and it made me shudder. "A fiancée can kiss her man. Now, let's see if you can---" And with that, in just a heartbeat, he pressed his lips against mine. *********************** He is my one great love. I've loved and adored him since I laid my eyes on him and to be his wife is my life's absolute dream. But he hates me. He has hated me since the day he first saw me and he makes it sure that breaking my heart and pushing me away will be his greatest achievement. In spite of all the drama, the pain and the heartbreak he caused me, I still insist to be engaged to him --- this cold, aloof, and heartless man. Yes, he is my one great love. But he is my one great challenge as well. Will I be able to create a heart in my heartless heartbreaker? (Cover made by @itsmyaah) Copyright © HervinaMollejon™ 2015-2016 All rights reserved.

Victoria Wilson had always been the freak of the school. Picked on by senior and junior alike, by managing to graduate a year early from high-school, she escaped the torture of school. But unknowingly plunged into the torture of college. One student has taken it upon himself to make her life a living hell. However, she is unexpectedly rescued from a life of slavery, by a mysterious (to her at least) bad boy; Clayton Mackenzie who has claimed her as his and has no plans of giving up his belonging any time soon.

Kubra Shahbaaz, an arts student, was convicted of murder of Wali Bajwa when she was twenty-one and was sentenced to a life imprisonment. She pleaded innocence until the last second, but the man she loved was the one who'd fought to put her behind bars. In prison, she spent her days regretting ever loving Yusuf Bukhari, while Saad Mirza left no stone unturned to get the woman he loved out of that hell. But there was no hope for her. Until four years later, Kubra's best friend, Huma Mirza found the witness that could turn the tide. But will it be enough? And if so, can Kubra ever be same again? Will Yusuf ever be able to redeem himself? Will Saad ever find his love reciprocated? Will Huma get her best friend back? Read "life sentence", a story of friendship, betrayal, love, hatred and revival, to answer all these questions. ***** ⚠️Warning ⚠️ •Mention of violence, suicide, depression and some colorful language. So please proceed with caution. •not a hearts and flower type of romance and no guarantee of happy ending🙈 ©All rights reserved. No part of this story may be translated, copied, republished, etc without the prior knowledge and permission of author. *Impressive Rankings* #1 in #lahore on February 1st, 2025

In a world where vampires feed from other vampires and males dominate females... there is but one precious thing left in their world which every vampire craves... A Mihr. Dohmenic is the Dralan - the King - of all vampires, and survives purely on clean blood; The blood of a Mihr, a virgin. Without a Dralaq, a Queen, he has to feed from Mihrs to ensure the continuation of his pure blood and the claim to the throne. But the times are dire; Mihrs are becoming rarer and rarer each day, and so the Dralan is slowly fading from bloodthirst. He desperately needs a Mihr to feed. Leyla is a Mihr. She is one of the few that is left in the world ruled by hungry, savage male vampires and she intends to stay that way. In hiding from the frenzied males, she ends up in the one place that should have been her only safe haven in the world; The Dralan's castle. Disguising herself as a Kischmir (a servant), she pretends she is but a mere commoner whose blood is not the purest kind in the kingdom. But when the Dralan nearly dies from cruel thirst, her blood is all that can save him. To be a Mihr means you can't be bedded by a male, otherwise your blood will be tainted. But as things grow heated between the Dralan and Leyla, will Dohmenic be able to keep his hands off her? After all, we always want what we can't have...

#01 in vampire [10.07.2017] #01 in fantasyfiction [14.03.2021] #2 in Prestige awards #03 in thriller [28.05.2018] #02 in romance [04.10.2018] I can sense him, I can smell him.He comes here every night but I am scared to face him. Who is he? what does he want ? I sense him coming closer to my bed. I held my breath and shut my eyes tight my face under my arms. " I know,you know that i am here. I know you are awake " his deep voice said. I feel his breath on the back of my neck,it sent shivers down my spine. "Why are you so scared? I can hear your heart thumping wildly" he whispers near my ear. I feel a hand on my lower back where my tank top exposes a little skin of my back. I jump out of my bed and turn around to face him for the first time. My face pales remembering him.. He is same as before yet so change... He is the one who is coming here every night? My eyes widen. No no no... "You!!??" I shriek.. He chuckles and stalks toward me like an animal to it's prey. I move backwards then suddenly my back hits my bed side table. He puts both of his hands on the table,trapping me between them. He inches his face closer to my ear , on instant i close my eyes. "Me" he whispers .. uh-oh I am dead.... ************************************ When the past comes back with some secrets,what will you do ? Run to it or run away. A/N : © ALL COPYRIGHT RESERVED so before copying think about the consequences you will get by the crime. This book is my own imagination it's characters are my own creation. So don't copy it. And also this book is under editing process. I hope you enjoy my book. Happy reading!

"You are the sacrifice to keep the pack safe, Evelyn Freeman. Your life will keep ours intact for yet another year, and for that you should be honored. We thank you for giving this life up so that we may prosper." - - - "And you, little wolf? You won't try to run from me, will you?" - - - "Sweet, innocent Evelyn was jealous of the woman riding me in my office." Cover by // dusk117.

{The Wattys Awards Shortlist} The Saint's Brotherhood motorcycle club was known all over town, they were ruthless. They were feared, they got their reputation from one member in particular, one member that was so unbelievably intriguing and mysterious, people made legends and stories about him. They didn't know his name, didn't know who he was, where he came from, and they didn't know what he looked like for he wore a mask. The man himself struck fear into everyone he meant, he was the club's personal Devil. But she was okay with him.

*Category : Thriller|Action|Mystery|Romance.* *MatureContent. 18+ Only.* A/N: Trigger Warning PLEASE NOTE: CURRENTLY EDITING, ADDING AND FINISHING THE BOOK, PLEASE COME BACK IN 60 DAYS (15th June 2023) Excerpt: Intoxicating. That one word is my undoing. Dangerous. That one word describes you the best. Opposite. That one word is how I would describe us. Delicious. Your lips. Your smile. The colour white on you. Attraction. Something so strong I am afraid it will break me one day. Scared. Because I can't control what I feel about you. Jealousy. I am so selfish when I am with you. Broken. It is what I feel when you are not around. Constant. You. You are my undoing, Rage. I will forever remember you as the one and only person who can so easily and seamlessly break me into pieces with just one look. I built a perfect world here, right under your nose. A country under your thumb, at your beck and call. A country so shit-scared of the mere sight of you that they can't even call you by your real name. Because when they look you in the eye... all they see is rage. Born in a family run by drug peddlers, daughter of a drug lord... it's seriously laughable how easily I sneaked into your country right under your nose. And you didn't even know. And then you noticed me... Piece by piece I came apart, right at your feet. So easily breakable that all this time, I lived in a delusion... That nothing could ever touch me. And yet you did, Rage. I know, I know. I know, I belong to you... But here is a thing, Rage. I OWN you. *** • Start Date: 12th August, 2016.

I froze; the guard yelled, telling me to get a move on. The unearthly screeching sent all of us into shock, soon turning into fear. Some cried the moment they reached the door. I didn't know what was coming, but it'd be painful. “Next!” I was two kids away from the cold metal plated door. I closed my eyes, hearing a scream from behind the door. The girl in front of me started to cry. “Shut up!” A guard yelled, slapping her cheek. My eyes widened and I forced myself to swallow tears that threatened to fall. “Next!” My sore bare feet scraped across the dark tiled floor as I made my way forward while the next child went in. I wouldn't survive a slap to the cheek, no matter how strong I looked. “Next!” The girl in front of me quivered and shook, her fear obvious. I cringed away from the door as a laugh echoed in the next room. “Stand up straight!” The guard yelled at me. I didn't dare look him in the eyes, knowing I'd be hit like the last child that stared at him. “Next!” My skin crawled as the door opened...

Zinoviy Vyacheslav My protector My prisoner My dark knight My hard lover My sweet lover My sun and my moon My universe My glory My downfall My one and only . . . MY DANGEROUS POSSESSIVE HUSBAND _________________________________________ Zinoviy Vyacheslav the ruthless mafia leader he is the "the most powerful being in the world " He is the ultimate ruler of the business , mafia,politics . Not a single thing can be hidden from his eyes. He kill for pleasure . He doesn't have any enemy cause no one has the guts to stand against him. Strongest men piss in fear of his dangerous , domineering and intimidating presence except his sweet innocent and breathtaking wife . World bows down to this 6ft 3inch muscled beast of a man with dark brown hair and deep forest green eyed AND HE BOWS DOWN TO ARABELLA GRACE a 5ft 4inch breathtaking woman with brown hair and vibrant blue eyes . A sensitive emotional naive girl with heart as big as the whole universe can make this beast of a man give his life and take anyones life for her . _________________________________________ People said he was a heartless beast what they dint know was that I was his Bella.his beauty who had his heart. -Arabella Grace