[COMPLETED] What happens when one fine day you realize that your whole future has been decided by a group of people instead of yourself? What if you were arranged to get married to someone? The twist? What if the guy turned out to be a Royal in a country where royalty doesn't even exist anymore? The story of two people who found themselves in each other, battling traumas and healing lives. There's smiles and sorrows...joy and pain...there's all things that happen in love. -------------------------🥀--------------------------- "I don't think I'll catch feelings for you..." She said and he stopped "I won't want to have feelings for you. " "Oh really? I don't think you'll be able to resist me. " "Oh puhlease. You're nothing in comparison to other guys. I've seen better. " His jaw clenched at her comparing him to other guys. "Well I can say the same. " She gasped dramatically "How mean! " "And what you said was fine? " "It's the truth. I don't think I'll fall for you. It's what I felt and said. " She shrugged as he stopped her before she walked further. He held her hand and pulled her closer. "Well then I think we'll have to make you fall for me in these 6 months. " ---------------------------🥀--------------------------- Come fall in love but before that put on your seatbelts cause' it's one hell of a ride. --------------------------🥀----------------------------

"Sshhhhh....." he hushed and pinned us against the wall leaving no space between us. I held onto his biceps with my hand in reflex. He shook his head lightly signalling me not to scream. But did not remove his palm, awaiting confirmation I guessed. I nodded a little locking eyes with him fearfully. I witnessed a glimmer in his eyes and he removed his palm from my mouth slowly. I mustered up a little strength and asked nervously. "Kon hai aap aur yahan kya kar rhe hain," His eyes softened, looking deep into my eyes as if he could see through them as if he owned them. A strong wind surfaced, pulling away the fabric and revealing his face. It was him. My heartbeats raced wildly. He flickered his gaze to my lips for a few seconds, licked his lower lip a little with an unreadable emotion and peered back deeply into my eyes, delving into my soul. He replied in the raw, masculine and resonating voice I had heard months before. "Daksh naam hai hamara. Vivaah karne aaye hai aapse," *** I could not believe my eyes that he was standing right in front of me. The day I walked away from him, with a swarm of butterflies in the depths of my guts and belly, I never considered the possibility of crossing our paths again. I never thought we would get another chance in this life. Was it a wise decision of me to run away back then like that? The moments we shared back then flashed back into my memory. I started wondering if this was a coincidence or if he purposely located me. *** This is the love story of Daksh Pratap Rathore and Radhika Maan Singh. Storyline occurs in early years of 21st century(2001). A love saga bridging the gap between a city-born man and a village-raised girl. They are soulmates longing for love and solace from each other in different parameters. Let us dive into their journey of togetherness, and internal conflicts and see if and how they find solace with each other. First 2 chapters can be descriptive but I'm sure you'll like the story further.

"𝐒𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤. 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐝𝐞𝐯𝐨𝐮𝐫." [Slow update] They say love feels like sunlight after winter. But no one warns you - sometimes, it burns. Sometimes, it scars. I never asked for obsession, for manipulation, or for love that feels like poison. He came like wildfire - raw, relentless, unapologetic. My first. My beautiful mistake. He was dangerous in the most beautiful way. Gentle with me, brutal with the world. Every moment with him was comfort laced with chaos. His love? Honey laced with venom - sweet, addicting, and lethal. He didn't cross lines. He erased them. In his madness, I mistook devotion. In cruelty, I saw protection. How do you run from someone who'd bleed to keep you breathing? He saw the cracks no one else noticed. Whispered promises in the dark. And a part of me clung to them. In his arms, the world ceased to exist. But the next storm didn't come with fire. It came in silence. He arrived like a shadow - watching, waiting, suffocating. He didn't touch me - not yet. But I felt him, like smoke in my lungs. He studied me. Then he moved. And when he did, everything changed. He didn't want to love me. He wanted to rewrite me. His silence screamed louder than words. He wanted me to destroy myself for him. Now, I'm torn between two kinds of insanity: One who would ruin the world to protect me. Another who would ruin me to make me his world. And I can't tell the difference anymore. They circle me like wolves, each calling it love. But love was never meant to feel like this. Was it? I used to believe love was a gift. Now I know - it's a gamble. A bloody one. And in this game of obsession and betrayal, I'm no longer sure who the real villain is. Because when both players would kill you for love... What does that make you?

18+ "BABY GIRL I'M NOT SURE I CAN GO ANY FURTHER WITHOUT FUCKING YOU SO HARD THAT YOU'LL SCREAM MY NAME" I feel heat run down to my core. Fuck i want him so bad. "We have to stop my love. We can continue whenever you're ready". "Ace I'm ready. In fact I've never been ready. It's just that I'm a virgin". I say the last part shyly. Cazzo! (Fuck). I'll try to be gentle baby girl, but I'm making no promises". He says as he starts to kiss me again. This time the kiss is slow and sensual. His hands move to my back and he starts unzipping my jumpsuit. My hands finds it's way to his shirt buttons; I unbutton them and remove his shirt..... What happens when Mia Sanchez catches the attention of heartless Billionaire and owner of carter industries; Ace Carter. Read to find out. A BILLIONAIRE ROMANCE 🏅No.2 Steamy 🏅No. 4 Wanting 🏅NO. 7 Mature 🏅NO.11 lust 🏅NO. 9 rrated 🏅NO. 10 sexual 🏅NO. 5 temptation 🏅NO. 8 pregnant 🏅NO. 6 passion

"I..I just came to get my phone" I fumbled with my words, my voice small and uncertain in the face of his towering presence. I fidgeted with the hem of my shirt, feeling like a child about to be scolded. He raised one eyebrow "Your phone?" "Yes my phone" He crossed his arms over his chest, his eyes narrowing slightly. "And why do you think that I will give your phone back to you" he asked, his tone still sharp. "Because that phone belongs to me. Her owner and that's me" I said lifting my head up to see him. He looked down at me, his eyes locking with mine. And then I noticed something which I shouldn't-the bump on his head which was because of me. But it doesn't suit him because his face is so long and a small bump doesn't suit him but it looks funny and I couldn't control my laugh so I laughed. Hehehehee! He noticed my chuckle and his eyes flashed with anger. "Bahut hassi aa rhi hai na" he snapped, his jaw clenching as he took a step towards me. And me? Well I like to dig my own grave. Yaa I'm still laughing like heheheh taking a step back. He stepped even closer, towering over me, forcing me to tilt my head back to look up at him. His presence was imposing, and his eyes held no trace of humour or warmth. "You think it's funny?" he growled, his voice low and dangerous, making me stop mid-laugh. I swallowed thickly, suddenly realising the gravity of the situation. His expression was stern, his eyes boring into mine with a mixture of anger and intensity. "N..no," I muttered, taking another step back. My back hit railing behind me trapping me in. He took another step closer, closing the distance between us. I was effectively trapped between the railing and him, with no escape route. My heart pounded in my chest, a mixture of fear and anticipation coursing through me. ｡.｡:∞♡*♥ Troupes- - she fell first, he fell harder -onesided love -enemies to lovers -mother's best friend son -slow burn romance

THE CLUB OWNER AND HIS STRIPPER "Sir, this is inappropriate and I'm sure you're aware of that. You're my boss." His tall frame stood up and he slowly strode over to me with a lustful glint in his eyes. His hand lifted and his thumb ran across my lower lip, "Strip for me." ❦ Valentina Castillo, working at the highest paying job she could with an abnormally absent boss. Her life depended on her skills throughout the underworld, able to kill without a trace of remorse trailing behind her. Her ability to seduce for what she wanted was unmatched, and it only helped for the time she wasn't pulling the crimson from bodies to gain what she pleased. Clay Romero, one of the most powerful men in the underworld. His multiple owned clubs gave him the ability to rise above others, finding his way to the vixen working at his very own strip club. He got what he wanted without a consequence, and it made him just that much more powerful. Even through the lines of lust, their lives were much similar than they thought. [started: 02.15.22] [completed: 04.30.22] ----- WARNING: mature and explicit content; rated +18 ©lustfulslxt

NOT A REVERSE HAREM NOR A MAFIA STORY! He lightly shook his head and pressed his lips together, then, all his worry fled, leaving him to look completely carefree. "You're nothing but a distraction, our toy to play with-a fuck, you mean nothing. Know your place around here, Kezanel." He sneered in my face, burying his cold stare into me so I wouldn't forget just how scary he could be. Axel squeezed his hand, cutting off my air supply. "Understood." Gasping for air, I scratched at his wrist, nodding my head very slowly. One eyebrow arched and he leaned into me, his stare more intense now that I wanted to look away, but if I did I would be in trouble. "Y-Yes." I let out a strangled cry and pleaded with my eyes for him to let go. A tiny smirk curved at his lips and he shoved me back, his hand freeing from my neck. I fell to the floor, coughing and watching as he left the room carelessly-as if nothing happened. - Her father threw her away like she was nothing - he considered her to be a bastard child, he wanted her gone and he didn't care who took her. But a debt she knew nothing about was the actual reason for her dismissal. The Santiago's. They run Strixfield and everyone in it. They're cold-hearted and ruthless, and people owe them. So when there's a debt to be paid..they'll be at your doorstep faster than a gun being fired through it. - #1 hateloverelationship 19/4/22 #3 steamy 5/5/22 #4 twistedromance 5/5/22 #1 darkromance 6/5/22 #1 killers 30/12/22 #1 santiago 28/7/22 #2 criminals 11/9/22 #1 debt 17/8/22 #1 sinful 11/12/22 | 5/9/23 #1 cartel 18/10/22 #1 kinky 15/2/23

"Intimate relationships among the teachers is prohibited in this academy. So make sure no one hears your moans from behind closed doors." ~ After years of hard work, infinite patience and endless prayers, Antonia Rodriguez could finally achieve her dream of being a History professor at Queen's Academy, one of Britain's most prestigious universities. Even so, she felt her life succumbing to further dormancy. The consecutive disappointments in her private life only intensified her insatiable desires. Desires that included getting tied up and being used like a ragdoll by a dominant man. In an unexpected turn of events, Antonia's wildest fantasies come true in the form of a handsome thirty-two years old man named Rhys Clyde, who also happened to be the Chancellor of the very academy she taught in. Young, brilliant, powerful and with a PhD in Mathematics, Professor Clyde is more than the proper gentleman he appears to be, hiding a dark personality that is reserved exclusively for bedroom exhortations. Tempted by each other and the illicit nature of their relationship, the two are in for a dangerous gamble. Highest rank: #25 in Romance on 10.11.21 #23 in Mature on 12.11.21 #1 in BDSM on 18.11.21

"𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐫𝐮𝐢𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐛𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐧 𝐟𝐫𝐮𝐢𝐭" ------------------------------------ I hear he breathing hitch I lean over close to her ear. "You know what I hate hm" she doesn't respond "I don't like repeating myself," I say as I squeeze her neck a little tighter not enough to cause pain not that I think she would mind. Something tells me that this vixen likes a little pain. "No sir" she tried to say but it comes out as a soft moan. What I'd pay to hear that every day. "I hate being ignored Arabelle" she visibly gulps "I wasn't I wasn't ignoring you" I chuckle humorlessly release her neck and go sit in my chair. "Over my knee Now!" she looks stunned but doesn't move. "I already told you I don't like repeating myself"