Published: 08-1-21 Completed: ????? Mafia family novel Cover by: Crazyyfictions No picture I use are mine After the only people who had ever taken care of her died in a tragic car accident she finds her self in a plane going to Italy. Ashlynn Moretti a very outgoing person, always speaking her mind constantly getting herself into trouble. A daughter of a very dangerous man and a sister to very cruel people. The youngest in her family and the most precious, can they protect her from everyone bad or will it all become too much and corrupt her? 50k- 09~28~21 100k- 12~14~21 150k- 03~1~22 200k- 08~20~22 250k- 10~5~22 300k- 1~7~23 Copyrights ©

Aayan Ibrahim. At the age of 25, A successful business man. Strict and Arrogant appearance. Has a Complicated family. Loves his mother alot. Has and trusts only his best friend since long, Zubair Mustafa. Ruhee Shariff. At the age of 19, living the perfect college life. Cheerful and Happy, but has her moods Her family is always her first priority. Has many friends and is known in her college. She wants everyone to be happy. What happens when these two opposite people are bought together to live under the same roof? Will they unwind each others secrets, or will it cause them to break apart? Read to find out. Might sound like a cliché plot, but give this book a try, you won't be disappointed. Sign Out.

Caroline Marshall, a sweet and cute girl, who hates rich guys since her father threw her mother away to marry another woman for money. Living with a step-mother, a step-sister and a cruel father, her life was worse than hell. Aaron Woodwords, a multi-billionaire and the CEO of Woodwords corporation, has everything a person dreams of. From money to women to anything. He is egoistic, merciless and arrogant. Owners of different companies fear from him whereas women throw themselves to him. What will he do when a girl will throw money on his face for scratching his car? What will happen when Caroline meets a guy who is rich, and too much proud of his money? or that is what she thinks. What will she do when she realises she is falling deeper and deeper for that guy? Will she confess her feelings for him? Will she be able to forget her dreadful past, and give him a chance? Join Caroline in this journey, of falling in love with Mr. Billionaire. Cover by: @Anishka14 #1 in romance

Why He always rambling inside my Head, why my heart gets weak, my legs wiggle because of his dominance why? what's happening with me? Is this love? Or just an infatuation. . . . . " I heard that, those who don't believe in magic, Never find it, but I did and found you..."☘ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~ Fuck..., how can and why I think about her..., she steals my serenity don't know what she does with me but that's not a good sign...☘ . . " My hands want to let you go, my feet want to walk away, my mind wants to forget you, but my heart protest, maybe it fell for you..."☘ ........................................................... The short story will update twice a week. ........... It's my original work and I have a copyright on it so don't try to spoof it...🚫 Date of publicized ~17 -4-2021 Date of end ~ ongoing. Scene language ~English. Dialogue Language ~ Hindi, English.

this might come across as another attempt for romanticize abuse but have faith and read till the end Amal's pov: "please leave me" i pleaded to him but he just tightened his grip on my hand. "why?" he asked clenching his jaw staring at me and that was enough for me to get scared , he came closer to me and holding both my hands he pushed me towards him "i am asking you something, why should i not touch you?" i looked down trying to blink away my tears scared of the fact that if he sees me crying, i dont know what will he do. "just please i cant do this" I tried to explain my voice broken and shaky "I.Am.Asking" he paused and digged his finger deeper in my arms, "WHY!!!!??" he yelled i flinched and started shaking furiously "because its haram" i said and started sobbing he left my both hands and held my face in his hand squeezing my cheeks painfully, while I trembled in his arms, "are you really that Muslim who cares about haram and halal?" i felt like he slapped me, i looked at him shocked tears pooling out of my eyes, he took a deep breath trying to calm himself "i own you amal sweetheart but since you keep saying its haram, i am going to marry you and then i will see what excuse you have, now take rest darling you are going to be my bride today" with that he threw me on the bed and left and i just sobbed over my condition and started praying to allah to save me. Hi! i am neelam, This book is my first book and here's a sneak peak of the story if people want to read it I'll continue its just a peek if this gets some views I'll start writing amd uploading more and proper chapters

Everyone feared Uzair Malik. Whispers of his name could still an entire room. His presence was a storm veiled in silk - quiet, controlled, and laced with danger. In the city of Meerabad, he ruled the shadows like a king without a crown, answerable to no one. Ruthless, revered, and wrapped in mystery, Uzair Malik wasn't just a name - he was a warning. And then came Ayesha. Soft-spoken. Observant. The kind of girl who disappeared into corners and found comfort in silence. While his world roared with violence and loyalty paid in blood, hers was stitched together by quiet mornings, books with bent pages, and unspoken dreams. She belonged nowhere near him. But fate - as cruel as it is clever - didn't care. Their worlds collided in the most unlikely place: a library café on the edge of Meerabad. A glance. A moment. And something irreversible took root. He didn't know her name. But her silence echoed in him louder than gunfire. She was the only calm he'd ever known. And he, the storm she'd been taught to fear. Uzair wanted her the way fire wants air - desperately, completely, without pause. And once he set his eyes on her, there was no turning back. She stirred the parts of him he thought were long dead. He awakened the fears she didn't know she carried. What began as a flicker quickly became a fire - a fire that would burn everything in its path. Because in Meerabad, love is dangerous. And in Uzair's world, love is war. A love story. Story of obsession, power, and surrender - where a quiet girl meets a man the world bows to... and everything changes.

His eyes scanned the room silently .The room was filled with colours. It was too bright for his taste.People were talking and laughing with each other.He was sitting quietly on the front like a King.His attitude and his personality screamed danger while his features showed a beautiful combination of dominance and sexiness.He was beautiful.His face screamed power,may be that's why people were too scared to come near him.His bodyguards stood protectively behind him ready to do anything waiting for his command.His eyes found no sign of danger ,he was about to relax when his eyes settled on a beauty laughing in a corner playing with a kid.He was unable to take his eyes off of her.His eyes assessed her shamelessly as she played with the kid oblivious to her surroundings.Her giggles were like honey floating in his ears. A smile automatically made its way upto his face as his mind settled its claim on her

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.

Sabrina Reed is Nathan Alden's wife, but not by his choice... EXCERPT****** "I found her like this, sir," the guard announced. Sabrina stirred at the voice, blinking groggily and rubbing her eyes to chase away the blur clouding her vision. A towering figure stepped into focus. "What are you doing out here, Sabrina?" Nathan's voice was sharp, cutting through the fog of sleep. His jaw was tight, words pressed between clenched teeth. She blinked again, brushing hair from her face as she sat up. "What are you doing out here?" he repeated-louder this time, more demanding. He stood before her in a jet-black suit and white button-up shirt, sleeves rolled just enough to expose forearms clenched across his chest. His eyebrows were drawn tight, his eyes narrowed. "I came back late last night and... the guard was gone, so... I just fell asleep," she said softly, eyes lowering under the weight of his glare. He dismissed the guard with a silent nod, then stepped closer. "Where were you last night?" he asked, voice taut with suspicion. She yawned, trying to blink herself fully awake. "I've been volunteering at the animal shelter." "Get up," he ordered, tone clipped and harsh. "You expect me to believe that? Don't animal shelters close at a decent time?" She remained seated, her legs too stiff to move. "Yes, but-" "Get up!" he barked.

They were strangers, yet they were about to have an arranged marriage. Xael Stewart A girl with two sides to her. She can be nice if she wants to, but when you mess with her, she will not hesitate to fight back. Ethan Ford There are three words to describe him. Bipolar, egotistical, player. Your typical jerk, just, maybe not so much of a jerk actually. Despite the facade he puts on, you'll get to know the real him after some time. The two were against this marriage, and were forced to sign a marriage contract with three terms. 1. Married to each other for at least a year. 2. Sleep in the same bedroom. 3. Attend the same school. They swore to each other that they would not fall for each other and after that one year, they will part ways, but one of the factors in the laws of attraction is proximity, and what are the chances of not taking a liking to someone who you share the same bedroom with? #412 in Teen Fiction (8/6/17) #138 in Teen Fiction (26/8/17)