𝐈𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐚 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐥 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐥, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐬𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐦𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟. . . . . . . . . . . We've all heard the tales of good and bad, the tales of innocent deceit and her hero, the tales that despite their nature, show us the beauty in contrast. But it's the tales of pure evil that get swept under the rug. The tales of deception, where cruelty is rewarded. The tales that have you questioning who the real villain of the story is. There's a simple philosophy to most thing in life; two wrongs 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 make a right. So what ensues when you put two of the worst kinds of people together? Loyalties transfer, lines blur, and hatred ignites complete chaos. She's cunning. 𝘏𝘦'𝘴 𝘳𝘶𝘵𝘩𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴. She's dangerous. 𝘏𝘦'𝘴 𝘷𝘪𝘤𝘪𝘰𝘶𝘴. She's evil. 𝘏𝘦'𝘴 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘴𝘦. Or so that's what we're told. The devil is always worse. But maybe, just maybe, she's the devil in disguise, playing his advocate... . . . . . . . . . . - 𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 - 𝐄𝐧𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬 - 𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞. -

"She was his once-in-a-lifetime kind of love, and he was the reason she still believed in it." ****************** "I was so sure," I whispered. "That someday he'd look at me and see it too. See me." Mayank sighed softly, turning down the music. "Maya..." "But he didn't," I said, my voice breaking just slightly. "He looked at her tonight the way I've always wished he'd look at me." Silence. Only the faint hum of the car filled the space between us. I laughed quietly - the kind of laugh that comes when your heart is too tired to cry. "I'm pathetic, right? The girl who fell for her father's best friend's son. Like some hopeless fairytale but forget that not every fairytale becomes real." Mayank shook his head. "You're not pathetic, Sharma. You just have a big heart. That's your problem." I smiled weakly. "Big hearts are overrated." ****************** Trope : Age gap Forbidden love childhood crush Slow burn She fell first,he fell harder Happy ending

Dahlia Wellburg hates her misery as much as she loves it. She sees herself as a stone: ordinary and unwanted. Yet, they know her to be a rose: soft, but with thorns. . . . Mature Content. Check the tags.

He's the heir to an empire. She's the quiet girl no one expected him to choose. Devank Mehra doesn't talk more than he needs to. Vani doesn't talk at all unless she has to. When an old family promise ties them together in an arranged marriage neither of them asked for, silence becomes their common language. But he watches everything. And she notices too much. In a world of expectations, power, and controlled emotions - something soft begins to unfold. This isn't love at first sight. It's a story of stolen glances, unspoken tension, and the slow unraveling of two people who were never meant to fall... but do anyway. 💍 An age-gap, slow-burn arranged marriage romance. 🥀 Where silence is not the absence of love... but the beginning of it. #romance #romanticfiction #lovestory #indianromance #fiction #love #romancewriter #arrangedmarriage #slowburn #agegapromance #dominantmalelead #shyfemalelead #silentlove #tension #emotionalromance #softgirl #slowburnromance #wattpad #wattpadindia #wattpadwriter #indianwriter #writersofwattpad #wattpadstory #wattpadromance #newonwattpad #readonwattpad

"What happens when you are given up as collateral to the Devil?" Allison Doreen, a diligent businesswoman with a traumatic childhood, a father who loves her to stupor and half-sisters who despise her to death. What happens when her beloved father falls into the trap of a certain golden-eyed devil - Hades Lenshaw? Owing to Hades such a huge loan, her father is left with no choice but to give her up as a collateral to this Devil. How does Allison survive in his version of hell? GENRE: Dark Romance. TROPE: Enemies To Lovers, Contracted Marriage.

"I want you." With a touch as light as a feather, Cillian hooked a thick finger under her chin to get a better look at her face. "Look at me." Slowly, her eyes cracked open, but she didn't dare meet his eyes. His grip tightened ever so slightly, a warning. Her breath caught in her throat when she looked at him- I mean, really looked at him. His golden eyes were as direct, not even blinking as much as the average person. They glistened in the moonlight that peeked through the blinds, bringing an inhuman shine to them. A satisfied smile stretched across his lips until his prominent canines made an appearance. A finger tugged on the collar of her shirt and dragged it down- just enough to reveal the mark that was imprinted forever on her delicate neck. "Do remember what this means?" It was this speech, this deep, heavy voice of his that immediately set him apart from everyone else. No longer able to hold his gaze, her eyes fell and she shook her head. His hand caught somewhere behind her neck and base of her jaw to tilt her head back so her eyes met his. "I think you do." He persisted. His other hand came up to lightly brush the hair back away from her face. "What are we, hmm?" His fingers trailed down the curves of her body until they settled on her hips to gently tug her closer, pulling a sharp inhale from her. With their bodies pressed together, hearts racing in sync, and butterflies fluttering in both of their stomachs, she peeked up at him once more. A shudder shot down her spine as he leaned in to nuzzle her neck, his hot breath fanning against the mark. "C'mon, say it." He breathily taunted. With a shaky breath, she whispered, "we're mates." - ranks - #1 new story #1 wolf # 2 alpha

𝐈𝐥𝐥-𝐟𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝: ❝𝐃𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐟𝐚𝐢𝐥 𝐨𝐫 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐝 𝐥𝐮𝐜𝐤❞ 𝐕𝐀𝐋𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐀 𝐁𝐑𝐎𝐎𝐊𝐄𝐒, one of the last angels on Earth. 𝐀𝐃𝐎𝐍𝐈𝐒 𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒𝐓, son of the Devil, sent to Earth to kill every last angel to free the demons. At a supernatural boarding school, angel Valeria finds herself wanting to help the lost soul that is Adonis Priest. Little does she know, that his dark soul may cost her life.

(+18) COMPLETED ✔ {Highest Ranks & Awards: #1 in Werewolf, #3 in Alpha, #3 in Mate, #16 in Romance, 19/11/2020} ☆☆☆☆ Mirko. Just his name is enough to invoke fear. Young in age yet ancient in his fury, with burning eyes and a bloody history of ice & fangs. His beast-more prehistoric predator than a mere Alpha-rules the shadows as ruthlessly as he rules his pack, the infamous Black Devils. Whispers speak of a curse. Wolves born without mates, destined to lose themselves to the feral madness of their inner beasts. But then came her. ☆☆☆☆ Elena paused, her gaze sweeping over him. His nostrils flared, thick veins bulged along his neck and face, and his eyes were pitch black-voids of pure darkness. Elongated, inhuman ears twitched as sharp fangs pierced his lips. Any sane person would have run for their life. But to Elena, he had never looked more beautiful. ☆☆☆☆ After this book, you'll find yourself longing for that simple, powerful word-the one we all secretly yearn to hear once in a lifetime: MATE ☆☆☆☆ Some reviews from my awesome readers: annaglowka2005: "MASTERPIECE!!!! If you read this book you probably already know how good it is, how characters have an actual personality, how reading this book makes you laugh, cry, and laugh even harder. We know it ,so what I wanted to add is the fact that the author is an amazing person." Hrishita Dhavale: "This book is amazing!! It's so far one of the only books that I've actually waited for an update. I would recommend it to anybody and everybody who loves reading Werewolf romances:)" tamicohen19: "Love love love love love love love love love this book 💕 probably going to read it again and again" irish4jane: "This book is great. The action, romance, humor, and plot are riveting. It's hard to find a book these days that do not need editing and this is one. Nicely done!" Lorine Choi "Your story keeps me wanting to read more. I honestly find its everything amazing.. I, actually, would

"𝐋𝐞𝐭 𝐦𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐈 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤 𝐲𝐨𝐮." A forbidden romance between four obsessive vampires and the innocent girl they've been observing. #1 in vampire 22/12/23 #2 in psycho 5/01/24 (Vampire!Reverse harem x Fem) ╭──────────.★..─╮ 𝐒𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐮𝐚𝐠𝐞, 𝐬𝐞𝐱𝐮𝐚𝐥 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭, 𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞, 𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭, 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐢𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐱𝐮𝐚𝐥 𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐬 ╰─..★.──────────╯ ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ 𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝟏𝟖+

A spontaneous Friday night outing led Nova to a surprise destination: Ramiro's bed, the one person her brother can't stand- and the one who ignited a fire she can't seem to ignore. "𝙔𝙤𝙪 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙞𝙩 𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙥𝙞𝙨𝙨 𝙢𝙚 𝙤𝙛𝙛, 𝙙𝙤𝙣'𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪?" 𝙝𝙚 𝙢𝙪𝙩𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙚𝙙, 𝙠𝙞𝙨𝙨𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙝𝙚𝙡𝙡 𝙤𝙛 𝙢𝙮 𝙚𝙖𝙧. "𝘽𝙚𝙘𝙖𝙪𝙨𝙚 𝙄 𝙛𝙪𝙘𝙠 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨, 𝙧𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩?" 𝘼 𝙠𝙞𝙨𝙨 𝙡𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙙 𝙤𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙗𝙖𝙘𝙠 𝙤𝙛 𝙢𝙮 𝙣𝙚𝙘𝙠, 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙩𝙚𝙚𝙩𝙝 𝙦𝙪𝙞𝙘𝙠𝙡𝙮 𝙧𝙖𝙣 𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙖𝙢𝙚 𝙨𝙥𝙤𝙩. 𝙄 𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙄 𝙝𝙖𝙙 𝙚𝙭𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙣𝙘𝙚𝙙 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙮𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜, 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙖 𝙘𝙝𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙧𝙖𝙘𝙚𝙙 𝙙𝙤𝙬𝙣 𝙢𝙮 𝙨𝙥𝙞𝙣𝙚 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙄 𝙛𝙚𝙡𝙡 𝙞𝙣 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙛𝙚𝙚𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙜. "𝙍𝙖𝙢𝙞𝙧𝙤," 𝙄 𝙢𝙤𝙖𝙣𝙚𝙙 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙣𝙖𝙢𝙚, 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙡𝙤𝙬 𝙘𝙝𝙪𝙘𝙠𝙡𝙚 𝙝𝙖𝙙 𝙢𝙚 𝙜𝙪𝙡𝙥𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙖𝙬𝙖𝙮 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙣𝙚𝙧𝙫𝙚𝙨. "𝙍𝙖𝙢𝙞𝙧𝙤?" 𝙝𝙚 𝙥𝙖𝙧𝙧𝙤𝙩𝙚𝙙. "𝙒𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙥𝙚𝙣𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙤 𝙈𝙞𝙧𝙤, 𝙖𝙢𝙤𝙧?"