Silva wants what he shouldn't have and takes what he can't desire. He should've known. Irisa offsets the brittle balance of diabolical cruelty, but it's a forgivable transgression that he's willing to make an exception for. She's a simple girl with a special smile; something opposite of him as it burns into his skin with regret. Regret that he doesn't have her. He doesn't know if he wants to kiss the smile away or wrap his hand around her fragile neck until the light fades to black. He's a nightmare wrapped in visceral ink, a frighteningly obsessive man with missing morals. Silva would rip his heart out if she asks; he is selfishly generous to her whims. *** This contains sensitive material that will be triggering to some, reader discretion is advised. Mature contents. Copyright © 2020 by Celia Crown

Leto Atreides finds himself in need of a wife at long last and the entire Padishah empire is only too happy to put forth every young woman at their disposal. The eventual Mrs. Atreides is not who anyone would have expected, and even after Leto settles into married life, there are forces at play which threaten that hardwon happiness and all he has built. Set before Jessica/Paul. Think of Dune mixed with Bridgerton and a dash of P&P ^_^ M for later chapters Rated mature for later chapters

a tragedy that could rival shakespeare arthur shelby complete

"Is this some kind of joke?" I whispered in shock, my voice trembling as I stared at the reflection in the ornate mirror before me. Well, her mirror. The polished silver showed a face I knew all too well-just not my own. Pale skin, a cascade of silver-gold hair, and violet eyes that could only belong to one person. "Who the hell did I piss off to become her? The Black Queen?" My words were almost a growl as I gripped the edges of the vanity, the cold metal biting into my fingers. That's right. One moment, I was just me, heading home after another long day, and the next... a car came out of nowhere. I don't even remember the impact, not really. It was too fast. No flashes of light, no angelic choirs-just darkness. And then I was here. The next thing I knew, a maid was shaking me awake, her voice trembling with reverence as she called me Princess Rhaenyra. Yeah. That Rhaenyra. The Black Queen herself. The one and only Maegor with tits.

"I could tutor you, but I don't think you'd be able to concentrate." • • • When Cassandra Berry gets offered a shitload of money and a place at any college of her choice, just to con a man and getting pregnant with a said man, the answer seems pretty straight forward; Yes. - But Harry Xavier Devon is no mere fool. With two millennium prizes on his back and renowned around the world as the next Newton within mathematics, Harry easily sees through his brother's ploy to have a woman seduce him and get her pregnant when he himself can't have children. His brother in desperate need of an heir for his business empire, but Harry has no intentions of playing the scapegoat. Flipping the play against his brother, he pays Cassandra double the money to continue lying to his brother that they *are* having sex. He thinks he's gotten his revenge when it suddenly appears he's gotten more than he bargained for. Cassandra is no shy woman, or as previously thought, just a money-grabbing whore. Stuck in the same house together for a whole summer could prove to teach the mathematician that some things can *never* be calculated... - Especially when dealing with a (horny) woman.

The story is set in 1850s when India was part of the British Empire. In north India, near Lucknow, a place called Dariyaganj was ruled by its English Zamindar (Landlord). In the then high society, Dariyaganj was a place to reckon with. Situated on the foothills of the great Himalayas, an invite from its master Jacques Wallace and his grandmother was a matter of honour. The owners took pride in their lineage and showcased their finest hospitality to the whose who of the English Raj. Everything was perfect except Jacques was yet to be married to take forward his lineage and the land was at the brink of a political unrest which later will go down in the history as India's first war of Independence or the Sepoy Mutiny of 1857. In midst of all this how will Jacques survive and protect his Dariyaganj which he loved 'jaan se bhi jaida' or more than his life and his secret.

Living next to an isolated coastline, there's no one Mythri Shah can tell about her abusive husband. She's 50 rupees short of being able to buy a ride out of her home, but with the clock ticking and quickly heightening tensions, the only way she can escape is darker than she ever imagined.

What are the qualities a man aspires his wife to have? She must be beautiful, caring, takes care of his family like hers are common to all men' list. Abhimanyu MaanSingh was no different and Anisha Sharma was all those things. What happens when Anisha and Abhimanyu progress with their married life and find problems in urgent need of addressing? Join Anisha and Abhimanyu on their path of creating love, life and family for themselves! ( Cover credits: @Hkeyar ) { Rankings: #1 Indian #3 India #1 arrangedmarriage #17 Romance #14 billionaire #1 husband #1 Mumbai #1 housewife #1 lawyer }

I wanted to write a Cinderella story but as I progressed the story became a bit more than that. It became a story of women who were ahead of their times, some brave, some timid and some a bit crazy. Set in rural Bengal, before the independence of India, it is a story of how ordinary folks were having their own little revolution and making new evolution.

Not just a marriage, but a settlement Not just a bond, but a custom, Not just a consummation, but a requirement. Not just a story, but much more than that. Its a short story..... So hop on the boat n relish the enigmatic journey. Name of character will remain as sidharth n sana only. This book contain mature content 🔞 #1 on feelings