"Breathe Malaki" Azev whispers, his breath fanning against her face. He inhales Everytime she exhales as he attempts to steal every breath of hers. "Z...Zev" Her chest rises and falls, her breathing coming out short. The hand trailing up her thigh makes it impossible for her to think properly. Azev stares at her, his gaze boring into her his gaze narrowed and grey orbs growing darker. "You get married to him sweetheart, I'll set everything and everyone ablaze. I'm sure you know how much of a lunatic I am for you" He whispers, his words accompanied by his skimming fingers. Going to Monaco to attend a business meeting on behalf of her father was the plan. But she leaves there with the scent of a mysterious and rugged man from a one night stand, and her Anklet as payment. Kiara is the daughter of a wealthy family, coming from one who is protective and extremely strict her perfect life comes tumbling after a one nightstand especially when he starts chasing her. The man screams danger everywhere he goes with an air that makes it hard to breathe and now he has set his eyes on a woman. His. Malaki. Azev Zaviyar Al Jazzi, A crown prince and wealthy billionaire refuses to let go of the woman he spent one night with even when forces are against them. What starts as an obsession might just be more. Flustered and red from being stared at she moves her hips, her movements hesitant and unsure. The fast rising of his chest and the way his gaze refuses to move from her tells her just how affected he is

"The groom is finally here." Khalid's eyes moved to them slowly. Cold. Sharp. "Get out." They hesitated, unsure they heard him right. "I said get the fuck out of my house!" The anger in his voice left no room for argument. Both girls flinched, fear flashing across their faces. Without another word, they rushed past him, nearly tripping over their steps as they fled the room. The door closed behind them. Silence returned - thick and unbearable. Khalid stood there for a moment, just watching her. Ayesha's shoulders shook. Her hands trembled in her lap. She felt his gaze on her like weight pressing her down. Slowly, she tried to stand, her legs weak beneath her. She couldn't breathe properly. She just wanted to leave. Anywhere. Anywhere but here. She took a step toward the door. "Where do you think you're going?" His voice stopped her cold. She swallowed hard, her throat tight, her voice barely a whisper as she answered, "O-out..." Khalid let out a short, humorless laugh. "Aren't you my bride?" he said. "It's our wedding night. Our first night." His tone turned dark. "We should celebrate." Before she could react, he reached out, pulling away her veil. The world tilted. Panic rushed through her veins as he pushed her back onto the bed. "No," she shook her head desperately, tears spilling faster now. "I don't want this. Please-" Her words fell apart on her tongue. He wasn't listening. Hovering above her, his presence felt overwhelming, crushing. The ceiling blurred through her tears. Her hands clenched the sheets, her body stiff with fear. Then something inside her broke. This was her reality now. This was her life. He was her husband. Slowly, she stopped struggling. Her eyes closed tightly, lashes wet, tears escaping anyway. Her lips trembled as she whispered the only words she could find, her voice small, broken, and defeated. "Please... be gentle." a marriage of force. tortured love. love after marriage.

A prince who wants nothing. A girl who remembers nothing. When Athwa Al-Qays is taken, broken, and stripped of her past, she becomes nothing more than a gift in a royal palace. But Sahir Sultan is not a man who accepts gifts. Cold. Untouchable. Bound to a future he never chose. Until her. Her silence draws him in. Her beauty haunts him. Her presence threatens everything he stands for. He was meant to marry a princess. She was never meant to matter. But in a world of power, secrets, and betrayal... The girl with no memory might become the only thing he refuses to lose. She was given to him as a gift. He was never meant to keep her. Sahir Sultan, the perfect heir. Athwa Al-Qays, the girl with no past. One glance changed everything. And she became the reason he smiles. But there's a problem. A dangerous one. A past that refuses to stay buried. Because the moment she steps into sahir's heart he returns. Rakan Sultan. The ruthless, merciless prince. The man who owns the darkness. The same man she once ran from... The same man who almost made her his. ⸻ Now she's trapped between two brothers: One who protects her. One who wants to claim her. One who offers her peace. One who is her nightmare. And Athwa? She remembers nothing. But her heart... is starting to choose. ⸻ Because in a world of power, obsession, and secrets- She isn't just a gift. She is the war. 🔥

Anwar was already moving toward her. "Anwar... don't," she whispered. His hand reached for her veil. She screamed, the sound tearing from her throat as panic took over. "Keep quiet!" he shouted, his voice thunderous, shaking the room. She fought back, pushing at his chest, struggling with everything she had. Fear made her hands shake, but she didn't stop resisting. Her breaths came fast and broken as she tried to escape his grip. his father's call came through and puts it on speaker. "What is happening there?" his father demanded. "Who is screaming like that?" Anwar didn't hesitate. "It's my wife-to-be." Nayara opened her mouth to speak, to scream for help-but Anwar's voice cut her off. "Stay quiet," he warned sharply. On the line, his father's voice exploded, ordering him to stop whatever he was doing. Anwar ignored him. Instead, he picked up his phone again and dialed another number. It rang twice. "Nayara?" her father's tense voice came through. "Where are you? Why aren't you home?" She tried to answer. "She's with me," Anwar said instead. There was a pause. "Who are you?" her father asked. "Her husband-to-be." "What nonsense is this?" her father snapped. Anwar's voice turned cold. "I don't have time. My father is on the line. I want to marry Nayara immediately." Both men started shouting at once through the speaker. Anwar leaned closer to Nayara, lowering his voice so only she could hear. "Tell him." She shook her head, tears filling her eyes. He raised his voice again. "I want her as my wife. Decide now." His father roared through the phone, furious, ordering him to step back. Anwar didn't move. "I'd rather touch her as my wife," he said calmly into the phone, "than do something I won't take responsibility for. If you refuse this marriage, don't expect me to change my mind." Nayara let out a broken scream. Her father's voice cracked as he demanded, "What do you want?" Anwar answered without hesitation. "Marry her to me. Now."

After a bad heartbreak, Khadijah wasn't looking for love again. But then a Crown Prince heard her voice... and suddenly, he wants her as his wife. To please her mother she had to agree to this alliance and thankfully she does because Nasir made sure everyone knew who his wife is

COMPLETE!!! Faiza Muhammad has always lived surrounded by love a close-knit family, strong values, laughter-filled moments, and traditions that shape every step of her life. Yet beneath her bright spirit and playful nature lies a heart quietly longing for something more: the chance to dream, to grow, and to choose her own path. But life is never as simple as we imagine. As love, family expectations, and destiny begin to pull her in different directions, Faiza finds herself navigating the beauty and burden of becoming, learning hard truths about life, the meaning of love, and the strength it takes to hold onto yourself while embracing what is written for you. Wanna Be Yours is a heartfelt story of family, faith, tradition, and the unexpected turns that lead us exactly where we are meant to be

Kamilla runs down the stairs, her fingers clutching her dress to prevent it from trailing behind her. she's about to walk down completely when his voice stops her. "Princess" He calls out in a raspy voice and she freezes. Kamilla doesn't turn to stare at him or acknowledge him and that only seems to irk him more. 'Princess' Calls me that like he cares. 'Good, it should' she says internally. "Go and change" He instructs and instantly her pulse beats at his words and she finds herself exhaling slowly before turning to face him. "who are you to tell me what to do" She spits eyes glaring in his direction but she doesn't maintain eye contact. Sadiq's eyes narrow and he walks closer, his steps predatory. "Your husband" He states matter of factly and she scoffs. "Husband?.." Kamilla pauses for dramatic effect. "Husband to who exactly, is It to the woman you left alone in a rediculously big house or the wife you haven't so much as touched since you got married?" By the end of her sentence, she has her arms folded across her chest as she glares at the rediculously handsome figure in front of her. he might be known as the 'Amir' outside and a crown prince but in here she's his queen. "You want me to touch you princess" His voice is low and sultry as he licks his bottom lip while his gaze remains fixated on her. kamilla's breath gets caught in her throat and heat instantly raises up her cheeks. defiant she raises her chin. "I..We weren't talking about that" She stutters trying to brush it off. Amir Sadiq's face suddenly turns serious as he stands straighter. "Come here princess" He orders in a sharp voice. "Never knew my princess craved for my touch" He mutters low enough. _____ Kamilla Bello never thought that from juggling her daily life in a cafe she sets out in the outskirts of the city with her best friend shed suddenly be wedded off to a man. Not any man but him. Amir J.S.E.H. The man whose name is whispered and a man whose power suffocates,

Labari soyyaya da mai yin ta ya kasa ganewa har saida ta mishi illar da bai taba tsamani bah 🥺🥺 lokacin daya gane kuwa yarinyar ta mishi nisa A story about a man that loves a girl but he never notices🥺🥺🥺

"Wannan auren tamkar wani karin nauyi ne a kaina bayan tarin nauyikkan dake kaina da suka girmi tunaninki Babu wani gurbi a zuciyata daya rage da zan iya sanya ki a ciki, mutanen dake rayuwata yanxu sun isheni rayuwa har abada Kada ki saka tsammani kasancewar wannan auren kamar kowane aure Zan sawwake miki da zarar nagama aiki na danakeyi a nan, I have more important things to take care of Cameelah" A duniyar da ƙauna da aminci suke fuskantar gwajin ƙaddara,kowannensu yana fafutukar kare abin da yafi so- wasu dan adalci, wasu dan fansa, wasu kuma don wata zazzafar kaunar da ke ƙalubalantar komai. A lokacinda komai yazo ƙarshe, shin kauna ce za ta rinjayi ramuwar gayya, ko kuwa raunukan baya ne za su rubuta makomarsu?

Love in Silence She loved him from afar, her heart quietly holding onto a hope he didn't even know existed. Every glance, every word unspoken, carried the weight of feelings she never dared to share. He walked into her life like a storm-charming, unaware, and impossibly close-while she remained a shadow in the background, silently wishing for a moment that might never come. Between stolen glances, unspoken words, and nights filled with longing, she must decide: hold onto her silent love, or risk everything to finally be seen. A story of quiet hearts, hidden desires, and the courage it takes to let love find its voice... before it's too late.