Everyone knows Dominic Blackwood. The 25-year-old billionaire CEO. Cold. Ruthless. A man who never smiles. He has a four-year-old child. Then Amelia Carter appears ,a naive girl looking for a job. She wasn't supposed to get involved. She wasn't supposed to stay. But the moment she steps into the Blackwood mansion, everything begins to change. A man who trusts no one. A girl who sees the world differently. A child who only wants love. And suddenly, the coldest heart in London may not be as untouchable as everyone thinks. Most Impressive Ranking #1 slowburn out of 79.2K stories #1 ceo out of 26.2K stories Rankings #1 billionaireromance out of 1.2K stories #1 funnyromance out of 938 stories

"Silence is sexy, Baby. Isn't" "Andrew Smith" is a Gangster and leader of the BLACK SYNDICATE(Based in America). He is a Business tycoon for the world but in reality he and his whole gang is bloody killer. You can't mess with them.And if you did, OOPS SORRY Nobody left to tell what happened next.🔥what happen when he fall in love with indian girl. ...................................................................... "Shayeli chopra" is an ex lawyer. Currently owns a cafe. she is an indian girl who is currently living in America all alone. A simple girl waiting for his fictional man. Her fantasy is to marry a billionaire or mafia but what happened when her dream came true. "Hey bhagwan mera mafia billionaire husband kab aayega". ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ To find out what happend next dive into their story. His "SHY LADY" Her "Rew" She fell first but he fell harder.

Ayaat × Shahmeer ( Also can be read as a standalone novel) Top-1 in India . . . . . . . . . "Let me make this clear from the very beginning-" But she interrupted. Lifting her veil slowly, She faced him. Her tone was calm, but her soul trembled behind her words. "I don't have any expectations from this bond," she said steadily. "You've given me your name-that's enough. You'll always be my sister's husband. I'm not here to demand a place in your life. I know exactly where I stand." He watched her, caught off guard by her sudden fire yet nodded. "Good. That saves us both the trouble. And Stick to that. Because I won't tolerate promises you can't keep." He said sharply. Her scent lingered between them...a soft, familiar trace of coconut. He took a small step back, as if her presence had caught him off guard. As if it stirred something he wasn't ready to face-something unsettling, achingly familiar... and utterly forbidden. ★★★★★★★★★★★ When two broken souls, Ayaat and Shahmeer, are bound by an unwanted marriage, they treat each other as nothing more than a forbidden past. Grief, guilt, duty, hate.. defines their bond... until fate begins to rewrite their story. They fall.....slowly, unknowingly, and effortlessly. But will they remain shackled by hate, guilt? Or will they finally allow themselves a chance to live... and love again? Troupes: Arranged Marriage, Second Marriage, Brother in law, Twin sisters, Billionaire, Slow burn, Heartbreak, Trauma, Obsession, Romance, Hate-Love, Baby, Grumpy × Sunshine, Businessman × Designer, Healing each other, Mature themes, Second Chance. ⚠️Content Warning : This story contains Mature Themes. Details will be found inside💗

"Why don't you understand, Mr. Agnihothri?" The words were torn from my throat, raw and desperate. "I am not the one who is made for love. Don't try to heal me, Shiv. I'm telling you, you will only break yourself in that process," I screamed, the sound catching and splintering with a deep, shaky breath. ​But the expected anger, the frustrated retreat, never came. Instead, his gaze-intense, impossibly tender-met mine, and a small, maddeningly serene smile touched the corner of his lips. It was a silent challenge, a soft denial that made the fragile control I held on my sanity begin to crumble. ​"Let's stop this here, please," I whispered, the desperate plea barely audible, the fight draining from me. "You deserve someone whole, someone pure, not a shattered, half-broken glass doll like me." The confession was an admission of defeat, and a single, traitorous tear-hot and heavy-escaped the dam of my composure, tracing a path down my cheek. ​Something fractured in his placid facade. The smile vanished, replaced by a sudden, fierce darkness. He shut his eyes, his jaw clenching as he inhaled a deep, steadying breath, a visible battle raging to master a sudden, barely contained fury. Then, in a single, predatory movement, he erased the space between us. ​He captured my shoulders, his grip not cruel, but intensely demanding, and pushed me firmly back against the cool, unforgiving drywall. The sudden pressure was intoxicating, trapping me between the solid surface and his unyielding body. Slowly, deliberately, he leaned in, his intent palpable, until his mouth was almost touching my ear. ​"Saanvi," his voice was a low, resonant rumble, a silken promise laced with a dangerous possessiveness, "Even the breath I take when you are near me is elixir (Amrit) for my soul." His lips brushed my skin as he spoke the last word, the sheer intimacy of the contact sending a wildfire racing through my veins and igniting my heart into an uncontrollable inferno. ​

𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤1 𝐨𝐟 𝐎𝐛𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 mature story 18+ 1960s Avantika- Aap bahut gande hain. Chhi! You are very naughtybad. Eww! Rajveer smirked. Rajveer- Achha, aur dekho toh kaun bol raha hai. Wahi, jo thodi der pehle mere neeche mujhse naa rukne ki bheekh maang rahi thi. Oh really? And look who's talking. The very one who was begging me not to stop a little while ago, beneath me. Avantika's eyes widened. She playfully slapped his chest. He grabbed it mid-air and brought her knuckles to kiss her palm. Avantika- Aap bahut bigaad rahe hain humein, Daroga ji. You are spoiling me terribly, Inspector (Daroga ji). Rajveer- Tumhein bigaadne aur sudhaarne, dono ka haq mera hai, Biwi. The right to spoil you and to improve you-both belong to me, my wife.

Some stories don't begin with love... They begin with silence, misunderstandings, and one cup of chai. Aaradhya never planned to fall for anyone. Vivan never believed in slow love. But between accidental meetings, unspoken words, and chai-filled chaos... something starts to change. And maybe just maybe destiny doesn't need glasses after all.

A love sage that was never suppose to take place but destiny planned. She was Bubbly,he was cold She was cheerful,he was stoic She was chirpy,he was silent She was bouncy,he was still She was carefree,he was afraid. Stolen glances,secret meetings, Love so fierce,ashes was the ultimate greetings. ( Under major editing) _________________________________________ "Bhagiye jldiii....." "Why do you think I need to run?" "I know you are 6'2 with a well built physique but that doesn't mean we can fight them....they have sharp knives...it's better we run...so just runnnnnn" "Will you listen me for ones?" "MR. DARK GREEN...Baad mein baat krenge...let's runnnnn" _________________________________________ "I never wanted to let you in SPARKLE, but I can't let you go now" "Even if you wish...I won't walk away MR. DARK GREEN....I am quite stubborn when it's about my possession..and you belong to me" _________________________________________ " bhagiye jldiiii...." " why do you think I need to run?" "I know you are 5'7 women with sexy,curvy figure but that doesn't mean we can stay here.....you have my heart and i need to get my wife.....so just runnnn" "will you listen me for ones?" " puri life aapki hi sunenge SPARKLE........let's just runnnnnnn" _________________________________________ Read more to know how their love will bloom :)

He wasn't heartless. Just... unconvinced. Of love. Of women. Of promises that sound too pretty to be true. She wasn't broken. Just quietly aching. To be seen. To be wanted for who she is, not who she's expected to be. He inherited empires. She inherited emptiness. And when fate ties them together, love doesn't enter gently- It cracks the walls, shakes the ground, and demands to be felt. Loving Through Your Darkness Two hearts. One lie. And a love story neither of them believed they deserved.

He is power. She is pain. ✨Aarav Singh Rathore - a ruthless billionaire CEO, cold-hearted, arrogant, and feared by the world. To everyone, he is success personified. To his family, he is a fiercely protective son, brother, and grandson. And in the shadows, he is something far more dangerous - a hidden mafia king who rules silently and saves lives without taking credit. ✨Kiara Sharma - innocent, soft-spoken, and broken. After losing her parents in a tragic accident, she is forced to live with relatives who treat her like a burden, not family. Bruised by the past, she survives by remembering her parents and dreaming of a life where love doesn't hurt. When fate ties them together in an arranged marriage, two opposite worlds collide. A cold husband with a dangerous secret. A wounded wife learning how to breathe again. What begins as a marriage of convenience slowly turns into something deeper - stolen glances, quiet protection, late-night conversations, family chaos, sibling pranks, wedding madness, and a joint family filled with laughter and love. But love is never easy when enemies lurk in the shadows. As Aarav's obsession to protect Kiara grows, danger follows. Secrets come out. Blood is spilled. And when Kiara's life is put at risk, Aarav must choose between the empire he built and the woman who owns his heart. From slow-burn romance to possessive love, from family drama to mafia wars, from pain to healing, this is a story of a girl who learns to love again and a man who becomes soft only for her. Will love survive when darkness comes for them? Or will the mafia king lose the one thing he never knew he needed? 💍❤️🖤

This is a story of obsession that feels like protection, dominance that masks fear, and longing that survives even when love fails. In this book, Ates love too fiercely and say too little. Mercan feel too deeply and wait too long. Between them lie moments that could have changed everything but didn't. Graveyard confessions, late-night drives heavy with unsaid truths, stolen touches that linger longer than words, every story captures a fragment of a love that was never simple. This book is not about happy endings. It is about almosts, afters, and what remains. For readers who believe that sometimes love don't fade they fracture, and live on quietly inside us. Purva Narang ~