"𝘿𝙖𝙧𝙨𝙝𝙞𝙠 𝙞𝙨 𝙖 𝙣𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙣𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙣𝙖 𝙢𝙚𝙚𝙩" In "The devil's darling," the lives of Darshik and Saanvi collide in a whirlwind of fate , attraction and turmoil. Will she be able to break through his walls, or will she become another victim of his reckless nature? This story explores the complexities of love, the battle between desire and self-preservation, and the journey of two souls navigating the fine line between passion and poison. Join us on this tumultuous ride as we delve into the depths of toxicity, power , violence ,an extreme obsession and the transformative power of vulnerability and may be..... just may be Love???? Beware It's a violent story....with no morals or ethics!!

this might come across as another attempt for romanticize abuse but have faith and read till the end Amal's pov: "please leave me" i pleaded to him but he just tightened his grip on my hand. "why?" he asked clenching his jaw staring at me and that was enough for me to get scared , he came closer to me and holding both my hands he pushed me towards him "i am asking you something, why should i not touch you?" i looked down trying to blink away my tears scared of the fact that if he sees me crying, i dont know what will he do. "just please i cant do this" I tried to explain my voice broken and shaky "I.Am.Asking" he paused and digged his finger deeper in my arms, "WHY!!!!??" he yelled i flinched and started shaking furiously "because its haram" i said and started sobbing he left my both hands and held my face in his hand squeezing my cheeks painfully, while I trembled in his arms, "are you really that Muslim who cares about haram and halal?" i felt like he slapped me, i looked at him shocked tears pooling out of my eyes, he took a deep breath trying to calm himself "i own you amal sweetheart but since you keep saying its haram, i am going to marry you and then i will see what excuse you have, now take rest darling you are going to be my bride today" with that he threw me on the bed and left and i just sobbed over my condition and started praying to allah to save me. Hi! i am neelam, This book is my first book and here's a sneak peak of the story if people want to read it I'll continue its just a peek if this gets some views I'll start writing amd uploading more and proper chapters

#7 in Romance on April 20, 2017 Rishaan Chauhan lost his wife Diya, after she gave birth to their first child Disha. He is broken beyond repair. Not having the strength to love again and damage his heart, he keeps pushing people away. And so, people call him rude, arrogant and intractable but for him, there are these words, "Who cares?" matter the most. Amaya Sharma lost her husband Himansh, who had blood cancer. After his death, she works in a government college as a lecturer and there she has to give reality check everyday. Being a single parent to her two year old son Ansh, is so difficult and challenging for her. She is way beyond broken, but from outside, she is a strong woman. Three years past, and both are still struggling between their own kids and jobs. It was becoming overwhelming and they knew they needed someone to help them. And thus, by so many forces, they end up together as a "Just Remarried" couple with an agreement inked out between them in a layer of words. It was a remarriage of convenience. ××××××××××× What we say about love? What we say about marriages? That one life, one marriage, one love and one husband/wife! True? But what happens when two people bond into 'second marriage' with their 'second better half' and fall in 'love second time' and find their new lives in each other? What happens when these two different persons with opposite personalities and characteristics meet? Is it possible or even easy to fall in love, again, with another person? Is it easy to forget your first love and move on? "Some things in life can come to an end, but that's OK. Because something new is manifested, in this case maybe love too!" Read "Just Remarried" to know more about their journey of "Remarriage". Started on - April 9, 2017

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

#Teen Fiction # |Rosetta| " Do you understand me ?" I nodded . " Do you trust me ?" I nodded " Will you obey me ?" I nodded again . On the land of the RainStone territory , There was nothing one could do to refuse The Royals . There were the only source of food and shelter for the villagers , they were their only gods . No on shall go against them . # Cover by : @hot_steamy

I moved to new town with my uncle and bumped into him. We hated each other from the start. When we bumped again it was the worst part of my life, it made me his slave........I thought bumping into him was the worst but the worst was ahead of me...... Thanks to MartaxSofia for such an amazing cover pic!!!!!!