Sia Mathur has spent her whole life running-from danger, from betrayal, from the past that refuses to stop hunting her. Adhiraj Chakravarthy has spent his whole life searching-for truth, for justice, and, after a brutal heartbreak, for a reason to trust again. His past lover's betrayal shattered something inside him, leaving behind a vow carved in stone: never fall in love again. Never lose control. Never give someone that power. But fate doesn't care about vows. When Adhiraj and Sia collide, the impact is sharp, chaotic, and impossible to ignore. She hides behind fierce strength, her wounds buried deep. He hides behind cold walls, refusing to let another heartbreak destroy him. Yet somehow, their scars recognize each other-pulling them closer, even when they both try to pull away. As danger tightens around Sia, threatening to expose everything she's running from, Adhiraj becomes the only person standing between her and destruction. And when Sia's fear meets Adhiraj's refusal to love again, the connection between them becomes a battlefield neither expected. This is a story of two broken souls-one running from the world, and one running from love-finding each other in the ruins of their pasts... and discovering that sometimes the heart protects itself by choosing the very person it was never supposed to.

Twenty-four-year-old Kashvi Acharya doesn't want to get married. Especially when she's at the turning point of her career. She wants to work, progress her career and build a life for herself beyond the confines of home and kitchen- unlike the women in her family. Definitely no marriage in her plans right now. Unfortunately, her conservative family didn't get the memo. Now Kashvi finds herself in a dilemma, be the obedient daughter that she always has been and marry the handsome stranger who fascinates and scares her at the same time... or run away to her freedom. Just so you know, latter option comes with a certain jilted groom who might be out for a revenge. ***** Excerpt: "Antarang," I breathed, my voice trembling. "I'm sorry I hurt you." My words shattered the moment. The Rage and hatred in his eyes were back. My heart clenched. His grip on me tightened, almost hurting me and grounding me in a reality I didn't want to face. "Princess," he sneered, his voice dripping with scorn. The once-affectionate pet name now sounded like a curse, and I hated the way it made me feel-ashamed, broken. "Your sorry doesn't mean shit. You made your choice and now it's time to pay for it." Before I could respond, before I could process his words, he released me. My knees buckled slightly, and I pressed against the wall for support, trying to catch my breath. By the time I looked up, Antarang was already gone. *****

"Did you know that you just pull me in? I can't stop thinking about you." Kieran's eyes are shut, his head against the back of the couch, while making his confession. I guess he had moved in the few moments I'd been in my own thoughts. "Is that a bad thing? I feel it too." He opens one eye and grins. "No, I don't think so. I just don't know if I'm ready." "Ready?" It's silent for a few moments before I feel his warm, rough palm on my bare thigh. It's like all my senses are ignited when he touches me. All I can feel is his hand, all I can smell is his beautiful manly scent, and all I can see is him in front of me, the rest of the world invisible. "Is it okay that I'm touching you?" I let out a deep breath and lean closer, whispering near his ear. "Is it okay that I want you to touch me more?" Kieran's eyes open, his blazing blues stare into my dark brown ones, a slight growl coming from his throat. That growl will be the death of me. -- Gemma is a junior in college who is focused on work and school. There's no time for anything else according to her father and it begins to weigh on her heavily. Another thing that's heavy is Gemma's weight. Her body image has improved since going to therapy but just like anyone else, her insecurities are still there. Gemma is confident, yet shy; organized yet anxious. She's the epitome of an overweight college student with daddy issues. And mommy issues. Just issues in general. - Kieran is a junior in college who is focused on surviving. There's alcohol, sex, and anything else that can keep him out of his own head. Kieran is from a small town that holds a dark part of his past and he's doing anything he can to forget. He is moody, goofy, and mysterious. He's also so much more than anyone thinks. When Gemma and Kieran cross paths, it's a twist of fate that will change their lives forever. Join them on their journey to self-discovery and finding love for themselves, and for one another.

Grace doesn't like her boss. Nathan Anderson is rude, works her like a dog, and the worst of all, she never heard him say 'Thank you'. Not even once! And now, when a certain cute junior might be interested in her, Nathan is suddenly all up in her business. Yeah, she really doesn't like him. ***** "Hey Grace," Arun says a moment later, sounding oddly shy. "Yeah?" "How about we grab a coffee sometimes? Y-you know, just you and me?" "Huh?" Huh? "She's taken," A deep voice declares from above us. Nathan.

She didn't think she mattered. Not in a world that called her too loud, too soft, too much, or not enough. Forty, overlooked, and worn thin by heartbreak, she boards a cruise she never meant to win-seven nights on a ship she never expected would change her life. But fate has other plans. Three mysterious men. One missing girl. A dance beneath the stars. And a darkness that's been watching from the shadows. Solace. Axel. Jude. Each man is pulled toward her without knowing why. Each carries secrets that could unravel everything. As the ship sails through moonlit waters, tension deepens, sparks ignite, and a dangerous game begins-one that might cost more than just hearts. Caught between who she was and who she's becoming, she'll have to decide: Will she let herself be seen? Loved? Chosen? Because someone else is watching. And they don't want her to survive. A romantic suspense full of mystery, devotion, and the quiet power of finally being enough.

> Drishti Nayak is 20 - chubby, quiet, and sweet to the bone. A girl who lives in oversized sweaters, always on Wattpad, and fantasies of mafia kings who kill for love. She never expected one to walk out of her imagination and into her life. > Massimo Ricci is 35 - the cold, calculating king of Italy's most feared mafia empire. He doesn't fall in love. He takes. And now, he wants her. For reasons even he can't understand, Drishti becomes his obsession - the only softness in his brutal world. But being his obsession comes at a cost. Because in Massimo's world, love isn't gentle. It's possessive. Dangerous. And forever

It should've ended with distance. A silence. A closed door. But instead, it began here-pressed against a balcony wall, with her breath caught between fear and temptation, and his eyes burning with something far more dangerous than lust. He didn't touch her. Not yet. But the threat of it lingered in the space between their bodies, in the way his chest nearly brushed hers every time he exhaled. She could feel the tension rippling off him, barely contained-like a storm pacing behind his ribcage, just waiting to destroy. "You shouldn't be here," he said, voice rough, low, and shaking with restraint. But he was the one who had cornered her. He was the one who couldn't stay away. And she? She hated how much she didn't want to run. Because this-whatever this was-felt like standing on the edge of something irreversible. "You're my employee," he snapped. As if the label could cage what was already unravelling inside him. "You're a mistake I keep choosing." Her eyes met his-furious, pained, exposed. "I never asked you to," she said, but her voice cracked around the lie. His hand lifted slowly, brushing the side of her jaw with a touch that contradicted everything his words said. Possessive. Tender. He stared at her like she was the very thing he was never meant to want-and the only thing he couldn't stop needing. "I've spent years building walls to stay in control," he muttered, his thumb grazing her lower lip. "You walk in and wreck all of it... without even trying." She swallowed hard. This wasn't love. This wasn't even hate. This was obsession-raw, electric, and utterly doomed. And as his lips hovered over hers, trembling with the weight of a thousand wrong intentions, they both knew- 🥀It started with a look. It spiraled with a touch. And before they could stop it, they were already each other's greatest undoing.

"No, it's nothing. I guess the word itself makes me think that you think I'm attractive, but I know that's not possible. So, it's nothing, really. I just have to remind myself of that often." I was already halfway across the room before I knew what I was doing. What kind of people had she been surrounding herself with if she thought that she wasn't attractive? She was gorgeous, delicious, downright perfect in every way. I needed to show her what I saw. What she was in my eyes. I couldn't help myself. I had Genevieve up against the wall in a blink of an eye, a growl escaping my throat and mixing with her surprised gasp. Her hands still clung to the robe, trying to make herself seem smaller. I slipped one hand underneath, along her collarbone, while the other slid along her neck, to the back of her head where I gripped her loose bun and pulled it taught. "Babygirl, you're more than just attractive. You have me aching every time I set my eyes on you." My voice was a distorted growl, but I know she understood every word I said. I leaned my body in against hers to accentuate my point, and Genevieve's adorable mouth widened with a surprised gasp. I took that opportunity to claim what I'd been dreaming of since the moment I set my eyes on her. I dipped my head and locked my lips on hers, and realized in that sweet, blissful moment, that I had messed up. - Genevieve Blake was a well-known, almost famous, erotic romance author. She enjoyed meeting her fans and writing stories that made even her blush. What she hadn't planned on, though, was for a stalker to come out from the shadows and threaten her life. When the police can't do anything, she turns to Grim Security to protect her against the deranged lunatic. But who's going to protect her heart, and her body, from the intensity of Raphael Bard? **Chapters updated every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday! **Paperback available on Amazon! **Want early access to the entire story? Check my link in my bio on my homepage.

Tripti is clumsy, curvy, loud, emotional, food-obsessed - and absolutely not the kind of woman who fits into a mafia don's world. But try telling that to Ayaan Rathi - the dangerously handsome, ice-cold underworld king who calls her aafat with a mix of frustration... and obsession. When her brother takes a massive loan from the him, Tripti is forced to work as a housekeeper in Ayaan's heavily guarded mansion to repay the debt. Sounds simple? Well - not when you're Tripti. On her first day, she breaks his favorite vintage sculpture, slips on his marble floors twice, and accidentally sends his machine flying. She's loud. She's chaotic. She eats too much ladoos. And Ayaan, for the first time in his ruthless life, can't look away. She's a walking disaster. He's a man who controls empires with a glance. But every day, she drags light into his shadows. And he? He starts falling - slowly, deeply, and without a parachute. He's the storm. She's the sunshine. Together, they're everything he never thought he needed - and the one thing he'll burn the world to protect.

My office job sucked so I applied for a position that looked like a complete scam because I was desperate. The job description had a stupid high salary, flexible work schedule, insane benefits, and was at one of the top agencies in Japan. There was just one teensy problem with it. I had to work with the infamous assistant slayer Dynamight. Cover by Elwenz_ Updates weekly on Tuesdays