He wanted her to say something, anything! Why was she agreeing to this? Why was she accepting marriage to a man she didn't even know? Why was she so weak, so stupid, so powerless? He wished above all things that he could walk away from this mess but his father had made it very clear; he couldn't walk away, only Kyra could. And until then, he was stuck with her. Yet, here she sat, hardly able to even look him in the eye. "You, Kyra, are many things" He said, his finger tracing the outline of her face. She held her eye lids shut, no doubt afraid to look at him. "A bait. A punishment. A torment" He snarled, making certain to leave his venom dripping from every word as he laid emphasis on them. He leaned forward and pressed his lips menacingly against her ears. "But. You. Will. Never. Be. My. Wife" Retracting his finger and leaning back, he watched her, waiting patiently for her reaction. But she sat there, her eyelids still shut, her hands trembling by her side and her lips pressed together. She said nothing and it infuriated him. He hated the woman that sat before him, the weakling that was his curse. He watched with great disgust as a drop of tear disentangled itself from her thick, black, long lashes and made its way down her flushed cheek while her eyes stood shut. With that, he turned around and walked away, determined to be the one to break Kyra. **** When Vihaan's father forces him into an arranged marriage with Kyra, he treats her as she deserves; with anger and disgust. Until the real reason his father chose Kyra is revealed; her life hangs on the balance and with her death, Vihaan stands to gain her father's entire empire. Will Vihaan eventually turn against his father's sinister plan to get Kyra out of the picture and stand to fight for her life or will he see her death as an escape from his emotional prison? Copyright © 2016-2019 Lily Orevba All rights reserved

Alice Grant is desperate to get an interview with famous reporter Rainer Stevens since he is the only one who has the information vital to her finishing her dissertation, but when the time comes to meet him she falls asleep only to awaken to the nicest pair of blue eyes that she has ever seen. Rainer agrees to help her, but only if she helps him by acting as research assistant for his latest story. As the the two travel the Texas countryside, Rainer realizes that he's in a little too deep and he's at risk to share all of his closely guarded secrets. Alice knows there's no way a man of the world like Rainer would ever fall for a kooky little grad-student, but knowing that doesn't keep her from falling for the man or his crazy family.

His to claim is being re-written.

Cassandra Evans, Production Assistant for Jasper Fulton's new musical, 'Save the Last Dance,' is trying to keep a low profile. When she meets the star of the production, internationally famous actor, Mason Stevens, she is caught off guard by his charming smile and the instant dislike that he feels for her. It becomes apparent that he believes the worst; that she is trying to win a role in the production by being more than just an assistant to Jasper, but the truth is just as incriminating. Will the strong attraction that they feel when the touch overpower their instant dislike of one another?

"How long is it going to take?"An impatient growl, travelled into the room from outside. Radhika sighed. Dear, lord, help me in getting rid of this impossible man. "I can't reach the zipper of the dress."She yelled finally, giving up, all her hair fell over her face in a mess. Just as immediately she said it, the door burst open and a gasp escaped her lips, whipping her around, clutching the dress tightlyto her bo**m. She didn't bolt the door! "Hey! What are you doing here? Get out!"Radhika cried out. His body froze in a lock, as his stare slid from down of her bare feet, to her legs, bare things, her waist and then settled disturbingly long time on her chest. He walked towards her, slowly. He stood before her now, towering over her. Looking down at her. All over her. His body got more closer. Not possibly an of space. Radhika stared up at him with a heaving chest. Her hands clutching tightly the dress. Her back exposed all over. "Turn around."He whispered. His voice reached out her into her blood. "No."She whispered, shaking all over. His eyes flashed at that. His jaw ticked, he caught her arms and turned her around. His front attached to her back again. The rough cloth of his suit rubbed on a bare skin. He caught hold of the zipper, all the while his eyes connected to hers looking on deeply into her eyes. His hand stopped pulling up the zipper.His stare now another level of intense, Radhika's now affected gaze now pulled deep into his eyes. "Let go of your hands."He whispered, his mouth opened now on her skin. His voice a deep seductive husky. "No."Radhika breathed out, feeling sensitive sensations course through her body.Playing havoc all over. With widening of eyes, she saw his tongue come and lick on her bare shoulder. "Let go of your hands."He said huskily again, his eyes wild caught hers in the mirror. "Oh, god no."She moaned, as he planted open mouth wet kisses along her shoulder, and travelling a trail of a mess up to her neck.

A Wattpad Featured Novel. (July 2017) _________________________ "Why did you appoint me?" She asked him which made him stop on his tracks. "I don't think I am answerable to you." He sneered. "Do you want revenge for my refusal?" He turned around to face her. An involuntary smirk got plastered on his lips. "I don't believe in revenge and Now if you're done with your questions, I've some important work to do." He said and walked off leaving her, totally confused. _______________________________________________ Perfection is just an illusion. Nobody is born perfect. A story of two different and completely opposite people with their own flaws. Will they be able to accept each other? Or will they be able to overcome their own insecurities and accept themselves 'the way they are'? _________________________ _________________________ Unedited Cover Credits : @Shruti727 Highest Ranking #1 in Chicklit Do Share your views. Thank you. ♡♥♡

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Looking at the bright sun, which is not so bright right now hiding itself to create darkness all around totally makes me think about my present situation. I heard that sound of footsteps entering the room, so I turned around and said, "Hey!" "Don't start now. You will get your wish soon." he said removing his coat. "We can't!" I said, looking at him. "What do you mean? All these days you are asking nothing but for divorce papers. Now they will reach you in a few days for sure. Now why are you saying we can't?" he asked with a completely blank expression. "I am pregnant!" I mumbled. "What?" he asked, stepping towards me in shock. "I.Am.Pregnant!" I said each word with force and then let the darkness consume me.

Yuva a smart young person is known for his short tempered. He never trust in so called relationships let that be family or be love. He only believes in his work nothing more nothing less. His words are always like a sword for the opponent. His eyes will pearse the others for the girls he is a greek god and for boys he is bad fate. Sara a young fragile flower, never opens herself to anyone. She is always been a soft silent person never even speaks to anyone but being protected by her sister Sia best friend of Yuva and Raksh. Sara has a bad past which she cannot come out of it and not known to anyone. Does the money the only need for anyone why do there is no proper respect to the person than money why is the money only criteria to judge the people, the value which has for the paper is more than the human why ?? What has happened to Sara ?? Why is she been so silent ?? what is the reason behind her silence..........