Before the books and the blackboards. Before the scholarship letter that made her father cry on the prayer mat. Before she stood at the gates of the university, shoulders square against a world that had always demanded more than she had to give- There was silence. The kind that filled the room when she first entered the world. No cries. No laughter. Just a mother bleeding regret and a father bleeding pride. Jadwa Abdulrahman did not arrive with a golden spoon or a warm welcome. She was born into a quiet rebellion-two hearts that chose love over legacy, and paid for it with hunger and exile. Her name meant gift, but in those first days, she felt more like a burden that no one came to lift.

• Devil born to be evil could only be healed by an angel, his angel• She was an introverted, reserved girl. Pushing herself to high school with never got noticed by the crowd. It never seemed difficult. Neither was she a scholar nor was she in the category of bad ones. Obeying rules came easily. Learning new things never bothered her. She got decent grades in her studies but never bothered to participate in any other activities. He was fond of anything that had no concern with studies. He hated books, from football to boxing even excelling in dancing. He was excellent in everything, not even liking studies yet he managed to be the topper of the school. They were two polar apart! She was the definition of a good girl while he came under a bad one. She never got noticed, he could never be ignored. Kind was she! Rude was his nickname. Was any chance of these two colliding with one another? Pretty much yes! One competition, yes mere one competition and it changed their life.

"His gaze holds mine like a spell, like a dangerous, delirious kind of magic. I swallow, my heart racing, my head filling with panic and confusion and anticipation and an inexplicable, unidentifiable hunger. . ." When Rosalyn Clark moves into her new apartment, she unwillingly becomes involved in the criminal antics of her gorgeous yet completely dangerous next door neighbor. Young, dark, and mysterious, he turns Rosalyn's world upside down. Her once normal life quickly becomes a part of his chaos. The worst part? She can't seem to stay away from him, no matter how hard she tries. A not-so-cliché mafia romance by Ami. Mature content and lots of steam. ⭐️ Ami's Good-Grammar Guarantee

As the new semester unfolded at Creed University in pakistan, rumors of a captivating new lecturer, Muhammad Zeeshan Abdurrahman, spread rapidly through the corridors. His youthful energy, impressive physique, and unwavering confidence commanded attention, leaving students and faculty alike intrigued. Among them was Raiha Ahmad, a bright and inquisitive student, who found herself irresistibly drawn to his classes. Zeeshan's passionate discussions on literature and life resonated deeply with Raiha, kindling a sense of connection she couldn't ignore. Their first encounter in the hallway, however, took an unexpected turn. A fleeting moment of misunderstanding left them both with lingering questions. Raiha felt an inexplicable bond with this enigmatic professor, who seemed to misinterpret her very essence. As they continued to cross paths, the air was filled with unspoken words, unresolved tensions, and a deepening curiosity. Join me on the journey of these two beautiful souls, as they navigate the complexities of understanding, connection, and the blurred lines between teacher and student.

When Lily Langston goes to a game with her best friend. The last thing she ever thought to happen was being hit in the face with a ball. But what left her even more shocked was when the guest pitcher himself, the known ruthless billionaire Hayes Grant came to apologize to her. Hayes Grant was a selfish, arrogant, narcissistic, ass hole who'd rather shoot himself in the foot than apologize. So when he sucked up his pride to give one to Lily, he's left shocked when she simply ignores him. But when Hayes finds himself needing a wife to salvage his family ties. He gives Lily an offer she simply can't ignore. She finds herself with a wedding ring that felt more like a chain than freedom.

"You're angry, frustrated. You want some form of release. I can help you with what you want." I drop my hand to trace the edge of his wrist sensually. "If that's what you want. I'm consenting." His eyes turn from brown to black within a matter of seconds, his nostrils flare as he attempts to keep everything together but I could tell he's struggling. He opens his mouth to speak but ends up pressing his hand to my throat, slamming me into the corridor wall. Kassian's lips graze my jaw, feeling the heat of his body radiate against mine. "What I want is to fuck you hard until you're screaming, your legs are shaking and your pussy is dripping." My mouth quivers at his words, keeping the eye contact between us. "Then take me," I pant out desperately. "Right here. Right now." . . . When Cleo is cursed by her mother because of long term envy, she turns to a life of misery and torment. The curse slowly killing her day by day, the main purpose to block her ability to sense her mate. Cleo despises everyone, destroying anything and everything in her way, her heart growing colder by the second. When she trespasses on Kassian's land, an Alpha with severe anger issues. His pack fight to spare her life after Kassian is adamant on killing her, not trusting her vicious ways. But Cleo is out for revenge on her mother and she won't stop until she's got it. 18+

#1 in Sultan, more times than I can count. "Promise me, promise me oh brother, that you will take care of Sultan, promise me you will rule this Empire justly and truthfully in my absence. Promise me you will guard the throne for him, and when he reaches the age of 21, promise me you will marry a righteous woman for him and make him Emir."

Highest Rankings #1 in FantasyFiction #4 in ReverseHarem #13 in WerewolvesAndVampires #16 in Fantasy-Romance #72 in Paranormal An unlikely trio, a werewolf, a vampire and a decendant of fallen angels are bound by fate to be brothers not of blood but in spirit. These three "brothers" find themselves drawn to a small town in the State of Washington. Why do they have a pressing need to go to this small town? What will happen? Book 1 - Bound by Spirit Book 2 - Bound by Love Please Vote and Comment and love to get some feedback. There will not be many author notes as I feel they disrupt the flow of the book when reading. Mature Content - Strong Sexual Content - Some Language - Some Violence but nothing too Gory Wattpad has Chapter 41 private due to sexual content. You will have to follow me for that chapter. There is a general recap of some pertinent details at the beginning of the following chanpter. That way you will only have to follow if you want to read the erotic scenes.

Closeted freshman student, Aries Buan, falls in love with his senior after getting partnered with him during their freshman orientation. Afraid to admit his feelings, he kept his emotion in check and watched his first love from afar, swearing to himself that he would never fall in love again. Three years later, Domingo Adlawan, an openly gay freshman, attends the same orientation, which led him to cross paths with now-senior Aries. The two end up hating each other, and their differences lead them into a contest of who out prides who. Now Dom has to navigate the outskirts of his complicated life, survive his first year in college, and try to find the code to unlock Aries's cold heart. Wattpad's Editor's Choice (1st Week of June)

| 18+ | Damian looked so different with his shirt off and a crop in his hand. He felt more real: no longer wearing the mask of the good doctor, he was the Exorcist, the master over my wildest fears, the stones on the shore over which my ocean of madness could crash without fear. He trailed the crop over my throat, down my chest. "Your demons have not been playing nicely," he said, a warning in his tone. Goosebumps prickled up my arms as the smooth leather teased over my navel. "No, sir. They haven't. They don't much like you." He grinned, and it was such a wicked sight that my stomach clenched up with desire. I desperately wanted to feel those teeth, the softness of those lips. Patience was nearly impossible. "I must admit I don't much like them either," he growled. "Turn around. Hands on the wall. Spread your legs." I obeyed, my breath catching in my throat. I felt him lean close, his breath hot on my neck as he left kisses along my hairline. "But they don't own your body, do they, darling? Who owns this body?" "I do, sir." My breathing shuddered. The crop tapped between my thighs. "That's right. And who have you chosen to give your body to?" "To you, sir." × × × 18 year old Samara Garfield is on the run - from her past, from her desires, from the wicked voices in her head. Everything seems to be catching up with her when she meets Damian Hearst, a doctor with perverted desires of his own. With a legion of demonic beings eager to overtake her, the good doctor may indeed be the only one who can save her. But as their dark pasts become ever more entangled and hope for salvation begins to fade, can love grow in the face of death? × Highest Rankings × #1 in Steampunk #1 in Kinky #40 in Horror