TARA She never spoke to anyone. Everyone taunted her. she never replied to those taunts . she never cared what others are saying about her.Beacuse the people whom she cared once are not with her. So never bothered to talk . AMAN He loved Arya , Tara's sister. But he never understood appearance can be deceptive. what will happen when he is forced to marry Tara ,who is considered as a mute who lost her voice, respect and everything. Will ever Tara voice out her thoughts? Will Aman ever be able to understand her.

A 19th century London courtesan agrees to a phony courtship with a navy captain and finds herself negotiating uncharted territory outside the boudoir. ***** The year is eighteen-thirteen. The place is London. Mistress Rosalind Hayes is a courtesan, raised in an orphan asylum and later tutored by one of the most respected courtesans of the time. Now, Rose caters to the whims of lusty nobles and businessmen, and she is determined to maintain her sovereignty. When Rose meets the Thompson siblings; Jules, a navy captain, and Alice, his spirited younger sister, the trio form an easy kinship. Rose learns they have recently lost their mother to smallpox, and she is persuaded by the siblings to pose as Jules's love interest in an attempt to bring their grief-stricken father out of a terrible depression. As luck would have it, Rose's genial manner helps to free the older man from his melancholy, but she also begins to feel things for the captain that threaten to topple her empire. CONTENT DISCLAIMER: Be prepared for a few mature scenes. This is a story about a courtesan, after all. Those with delicate sensibilities may want to keep a fainting couch nearby. COPYRIGHT NOTICE: This work is owned by the author. Please do not attempt to plagiarize or your reputation could end in ruins. IN OTHER WORDS: If you find this story on any online platform other than WATTPAD, I did not allow this. You may also be exposing yourself to malware. If you wish to read this story in its original, safe form, do it here on WATTPAD. COVER DESIGN: by @arpeggio-

**1st Draft, this will eventually be edited!** "Excuse me sir? Will you please tell me where I can find Mr. Wade?" The man frowned slightly then pointed to the building not far from them "Thank you sir." she said as she quickly fixed her hair and place the hat back on. She took a deep breath and went towards the building that the man had pointed to. She opened the door when load piano music assaulted her ears A Saloon? What would George be doing in a saloon? The saloon was full of only men. Not even saloon girls were in sight. She looked at the man behind the counter he had long blond hair that was curly, he would seem handsome to most, but December didn't want anything to do with a man who worked in a saloon. "May I help you Ma'am?" He asked "Seems you could use a drink." Choosing to ignore that comment December replied "I was looking for Mr. Wade." The man seemed surprised "You're looking at him, what can I do for you?" "You're Mr. Wade?" she asked in shock "As you live and breathe." the man said with a cocky smile "B-but you're not a sheriff...are you?" December asked quietly

She fell first and he never fell. This is the story of Akansha Sharma and Harshit Tiwari. #1 on category Poet - 21/09/24 #1 on category Unrequitedlove -01/02/2025 #2 on category onesidedlove - 07/02/2025 #5 on category poetry - 12/05/2025

After the death of her cruel mother, Vivian Pomeroy finds herself under the care of her domineering uncle. Ordered to secure a wealthy suitor during the London season-specifically the quiet Mr. Elias Stockwell-Vivian sees a chance to escape his control. Drawn to Elias but refusing to resort to scandalous schemes, she must balance society's expectations and her uncle's demands without compromising her integrity-or her future. Elias Stockwell, still recovering from a humiliating rejection that left him devastated, retreated from society to nurse his wounds. Now, with a hardened heart and no intention of risking love again, he returns to face the whispers and move on with his life. Yet something about Vivian stirs feelings he thought he could do without. Will Vivian's resolve to follow her heart earn her the freedom she craves, or will her uncle's schemes and society's expectations ruin her chance at happiness with Elias?

Hope Hillburn was born to a life of servitude and never once questioned her role in society. As a lady's maid to Noelle Parrish, she had everything she wanted out of life; a secure and honorable post, a decent room to call her own, and ample time to write fantastical tales of winsome creatures while her mistress, Lady Noelle, attended the various society events offered by the ton. Lady Noelle Parrish knew that her father was anxious to see her wed but she never imagined he'd go behind her back and arrange for her to marry against her will, to a duke with a questionable reputation no less. Disheartened by the prospect of marrying a man she's never met and the possibility of foregoing a lifetime of love, Noelle makes the impulsive decision to flee England with an American gentleman she's only just met. There's only one problem... Lady Noelle's father, the Earl of Brattondale, would never permit her to marry an untitled American, nor was he willing to go back on his word to the duke. In her desperation, Lady Noelle convinces Hope to take her place after noticing an uncanny resemblance between them both. Against her own better judgment, Hope agrees to take Noelle's place when she realizes there's no other way for Noelle to flee to America without causing her family disgrace. Thrown into a life she has only ever viewed from the outside, Hope must convince everyone that she is a lady lest her farce be discovered. She is confident that she can handle society's strict rules of propriety but she soon learns that guarding her heart from falling in love with an incredibly handsome, self assured duke with a penchant for snarling isn't going to be quite as easy.

"Is she your wife?" she asked hesitantly. "Yes", Avishek said no more. Is he not going to introduce me? I should leave. It's clear, they wanted to be alone, to talk about whatever the hell they wanted to talk. I managed a smile and said, "I'll wait in the car", and left before anyone said anything. I walked out of the café, walked to the car, opened the door and flopped into the passenger seat. She's back. The love of his life, she's back. Whenever my mind wandered about Avishek's past, I had always pictured that girl as this beautiful woman who turned heads when she walked into the room. I was right. Ruchika was beautiful. Even with dark circles under her eyes, messy hair that looked like she hadn't washed it for days, her tired smile, she was still beautiful. I could only imagine how she was when they were young. Why now though? After all these years?

"I warned you, you live under Roman law now. And you violated it. You touched what is mine. The punishment for that is ... death." Plunging his sword into the attacker's chest, the Centurion let the man fall and bleed out on the ground. Aelynn shrieked, causing Marcus to direct his full attention to her. The girl was cowering in the corner of the room. She hid her face in her hands, and he heard her muffled sobs. Slowly, Marcus sheathed his gladius approaching her shivering figure. *************************************************************** An enemies-to-lovers story set in ancient times when the Roman Empire was at the peak of its power and extending its control over Britain. And in the middle of it, a kind Celtic girl Aelynn and a Roman Centurion Marcus notorious for his brutality and cold-heartedness. Two worlds that could not be more different from each other collide. What would become of them? This is a fictional story based on some historical facts. I'll also appreciate your comments, thoughts and pointing out mistakes. The pictures don't belong to me. Only the plot and characters do.

"After all the trouble I caused. After what I did to you . . . Did you really expect me to be able to look you in the eye?" Cordelia Sutton, young and gentle, has seen her fair share of tribulations in life. From the untimely death of her parents to the forced removal of one of her closest friends, she desired nothing more than a quiet life in the country. But with the insistent urges from a family friend to return to London, the pressure placed upon young ladies by society is difficult enough, even more so for Cordelia who finds herself coming face-to-face with a man she thought she would never see again. Now not only must she find a way to navigate the complex world of the pure bloods but also battle her own emotions pertaining to a certain Marquis. It is a difficult task for one so ignorant of the world to undertake, and one where a sense of propriety could very well mean the difference between life and death for a love once lost. ***All rights reserved. This book is a work of fiction. Any character or event relating to persons living or dead, places or events is completely coincidental. Under no circumstances is this book or any of its characters allowed to be reproduced in any form or by any means without the expressed permission of the author.*** I do not own any pictures used. All credits are due to their owners.