Laura hated his every move, his every breath and Chris hated Laura with every fiber in his body. So how is it that they find themselves in a heated passionate twist of lust every time they argued? Was this raging fire within them both just a taste of what drives them both towards each other with such madness? Can love really spring up from the depths of hate? There's only one way to find out...by reading this book. I know a lot of you are reading this book and thank you for that but there is a more recent updated version of this book posted on my profile as "Hating You Sweetly (New Edit)" It has a few different scenes. The characters are also a bit more defined, if that makes sense.

#2 in Mystery/thrill 😍 (02/06/18) "AHHHHHHHHHH" "AHHHHHHH" "AHHHH". Her painful screams echoed everywhere. "P-Please stop it P-Pe-piyushhhh" she managed to speak somehow through the cloth that has been tied to her mouth. "AHHHHHHHHH" She screamed as loud as she can as a hot iron rod was being touched in her bare foot. "Is it paining sweetheart? Yes I know, I know. Why do you make me do this to you jaan(heart)? You know I cant live without you. Why you try to run away from me? From OUR house?" He said calmly. "Pleaseee.. Leave me.. Am...a-am s-sorryyyy." She said still feeling the pain in her burnt leg. "This is your punishment love. I now hope you won't repeat this again? Will you dare to?" He said heartlessly. There was silence except the painful sobs of Amaira as she tried to open her tied arms and legs. "SPEAK UP AMAIRA. WILL YOU DARE TO?" He roared making a shiver run down her spine. "And if you dare to.. Just remember this day. That day you will be punished twice as this jaan" Amaira simply nodded. She was tired and so exhausted. ----------------------------------------------------------------- The story starts with Piyush Shahdev, a rich business tycoon falling for a simple, middle-class girl named Amaira Bohra. Piyush proposed Amaira and they get married with Amaira's family's approval. However soon after getting married Amaira comes to know about Piyush's psychotic, obsessive and over possessive nature. Apart from Piyush's harassment and torture Amaira continues to stay with him. Can Amaira get rid of Piyush's obsession? What will happen at last? Will anyone die? To know keep Reading. Also, please do vote, share and comment. ♦ INDIAN SERIAL BASED ♦ --------------------------------- #12 in mystery/thrill *22-03-18*

⚠️CONTAINS MATURE CONTENT AND STRONG LANGUAGE!!!⚠️ I didn't wanna go. I wanted to stay with Rookie and Benny but no I'm on a private jet with Seth and Mr. Dragneel. Fuck my life. They both stared at me while I was on my phone. I didn't care but for the love of God (or whatever/whoever you worship) can you make them stop. Literally. I got up and locked myself in the bathroom the whole trip to Miami. The stares were too much. Seth came knocking on the door saying "Lacey we made it to Miami." Thank the heavens. ||Lacey Heartfilia|| was a innocent girl who had everything. Family. Friends. Everything. Well everything except money. Everything changed when she got fired and her mom went to the hospital. Her mom's hospital bills kept adding up and she had no job to help. ||Natsu Dragneel|| had it all. Fame. Money. Women. He was of course a multi billionaire. He owned the Dragneel Inc. and a few other companies as well but there was one thing missing and that was.....

Harper Daniels is clumsy. Full stop. A recent graduate, she's starting her career at Brewer Enterprises. What happens when she meets James Brewer, the billionaire playboy? A lot of hot stuff. That's what. Story is COMPLETED. However, as of 18th April 2019, the story will be edited and changed. Slow edits be warned. Has reached in the romance ranks as far as #1 All rights reserved, do not infringe copyright

WARNING!!! MATURE content for 18 years old and above!!! If you're an INNOCENT or NOT AN OPEN-MINDED reader, please refrain from reading this story! While HE was at the lowest point of his life, they met. Blake was a carefree high school girl who wanted to explore without her father dictating her what to do. She accepted Quen and gave him her love. But when her father learned about their relationship, she didn't have the courage to fight for their love. She left him. After 5 years, She met Enrique. While Quen was sweet and kind, Enrique is a handsome billionaire but very arrogant. He set his eyes on Blake and blackmailed her. She hates him but why does she keep on thinking about Quen while she's with Enrique? They have similarities she can't pinpoint even though they're completely opposite in almost everything. Will she ever learn that Quen and Enrique are the same person and Enrique is just back for revenge? Find out how Enrique takes back his angel eyes. Rankings before this story got reported: #128 in romance 30/06/17 #108 in romance 06/07/17 #94 in romance 08/07/17 #85 in romance 15/07/17 #81 in romance 21/07/17 #79 in romance 22/07/17 #66 in romance 29/07/17 #62 in romance 04/08/17 #57 in romance 05/08/17

A painful breakup pushes Kyla Evans to get into a fake relationship with the person her ex-boyfriend hates the most: Seth Everett. But what will she do when the game starts to feel too real? ***** Seventeen-year-old Kyla has sworn off love. After getting dumped all too suddenly by her longtime boyfriend Cedric, she becomes convinced that people are never really who you think they are. So when notorious playboy Seth Everett suggests that Kyla fake date him to get back at Cedric, it seems like the perfect plan... as long as she doesn't end up falling for him. Content and/or trigger warning: This story mentions cancer, which may be triggering for some readers. [[word count: 150,000-200,000 words]]

It is a story about a typical Fulani Muslim girl with a perfect background and up bringing from a very wealthy family, who later meet with a destiny that totally changed her and left her hanging on a thin thread of her real self. It is a story about love, sacrifices for love and the consequences of that. Maimoon will bring tears to your eyes. Main Characters: Moon: Very beautiful, intelligent and well mannered girl from a very rich family. A girl 'loved by all' as stated by her envious sister. Ibrahim: A poor yaroba handsome charmer. Madly in love with Moon but have low self assurance. Sultan: A hot tempered, spoiled rotten rogue. A prince, who harbours a life changing secret.

"Leave me"...I struggled hard ...but his grip was too tight around my waist.. . "Never in a million years....love..... you are mine"he said... . "I'm not your property....that you can claimed as yours...."..I replied with anger in my tone... . "Oh babe..... I know you're not my property.. but you're definitely mine..don't you dare to deny that. you know that what I'm capable of.... right Darling!!???? . That was enough for me to understand.... that what is he talking about!! . _______*****_____ This is the story of a Mafia who is obsessed with a Hijabi.. .. Sorry for the grammatical errors!! Not only Muslim... But also anyone can read my story.... Cause it's a story for everyone.... ......*****-*........ ___________

"But I'm your-" "I'm your what?!" He cut her off. She flinched at the acidity in his voice. "My wife?" He scoffed inching in on her until he was arms length. His eyes bored into the depths of her soul. He slurred the words with venom dripping from his tone. "You're only a signed contract, nothing more!" * * * "What's that shit doing on your face? you better remove it! you can't be walking on the streets of Chicago wearing that, this isn't your filthy Pakistan!" he ruthlessly spoke with disgust. "You mean my veil?" She questioned with fear placing a hand on her Niqab. "If it isn't obvious" "Please, don't call it that, it's my veil, my identity" "I'm sorry what?" "I can't remove it Saahir, p-please don't make me do this, its a part of me" she begged on the verge of tears. "I said take it off!" He yelled in a deep menacing voice and pulled it off her face throwing it mercilessly on the floor. Fresh tears pooled from her eyes Frustration built through him. He grabbed her shoulder and forcefully dragged her pushing her onto the floor. The floor hit Meeza harder than she had expected. "Oww" she yowled as the pain shot through her shoulder. Highest rank #1 IN SPIRITUAL Always in the top 15 Alhamdulillah #notyouraverageclichèbook. First published on 4th February 2018

Don't you ever get tired of knowing? -------------------------------------------------- Take a leap of faith and read it. ? I've been told this story is extremely cliché so beware