#1 in romance genre (1stJan - 8th Jan.) ( Again placed #1 in romance in Feb) Aaron got up from his seat and walked round the table towards her while she was still sitting as if glued to that seat. He bent towards her, his one hand on the table and with the other he held her chin so that their eyes were at level.. "Listen to me very clearly, Mrs Livia Aaron Rodriguez, you are my wife now. So you can only think of me, talk to me, smile at me, look at me and be around me only. You will do what I say." "I am not your slave." Ignoring her protest he continued,"And if you are feeling very needy and if you want to sleep with a man so much then don't worry just come to me and I promise you, I'll give you the best physical pleasure in this world. Afterall I'm quite experienced in this physical pleasure department." "Bastard!" she slapped his hand away but Aaron caught her mouth and kissed her hard... ____________ A cold and arrogantly ruthless CEO by day and a playboy by night, was how newspapers and magazines always portrayed the young billionaire Aaron Rodriguez but how much of truth did these rumours held? Was he really that kind of person as the rumours called or was there a different shade of him? Livia was going to find out soon... ______________ 18 Oct '19 - 12 Dec' 19 Word count : 34950-35000 approx. *** This is my first work and I hope you'll like it 😊 Do vote and comment because your support matters a lot. 👉 The work is unedited. So read at your own risk. If you find a mistake I hope you'll be able to either ignore it or point it out very politely. You can also check out my other book. Hopefully you'll like it too. ❤️

"My Lord!" She gasped when she saw a deep wound on my hand and ran to me with quick steps. The rain was nonstop and it was thundering terrifically but the girl standing before me doesn't seem like she cares about herself much. She is literally drenched cold to the bone yet she is trying to tie a handkerchief around my palm. "M... My... What?" I frowned at her. "You are hurt, My Lord." My Lord! What the hell is she calling me? "I am not your Lord, girl. I'm -" I was about to tell her my name when she cut me in the middle and shivered in cold with a smiling face. "You are My Lord because you are a God." I looked around the dark empty wet alleys to find no signal of mental hospital staff or the mental hospital ambulance. She must have ran away from her psychiatrist. I am a God? From when? From which angle? I thought I'm a Devil? ~*~*~*~ Callisto Raul Mancini, the second most powerful Mafia in Europe and America, a man with cold heart and unlucky hands who can kill anyone without a remorse, crosses paths with a God devotee girl who can make the great Mafia kill himself without shedding a drop of sweat. Albina Rae White, the literature and cultural student, is a kind and a caring girl with only one weakness... or should we say strength - She has ultimate belief in the Almighty with no religious boundaries. She just worships every scripted God on the planet. What happens when the Almighty believer crosses paths with the Almighty himself? Wait, is he really a God? How will the great Mafia fair up with the young girl who believes he is a God? Join the journey of Albina and Callisto and enjoy their unique story. ~*~*~*~*~*~

This story tells about Mr Rickard Ambrose's POV from Storm and silence series by Robert Thier. I wrote this according to my own image of Mr Ambrose after reading the whole series. So this is a fanfiction. This book also has the two most liked chapters of the night when Lilly got drunk. I hope you will enjoy reading about Mr Ambrose's thoughts and feelings. <<< slow updates >>>

"You see him as an heir of your empire and not as a family member. All you care about is the inheritance and not the child. If all you want is an heir then why not marry someone and produce as many heirs as you want." She stopped as she narrowed her eyes at him. And then with a mocking expression she continued, "Or is it that you are unable to Re.Pro.Duce??" seeing the angry flush on his face her heart smiled with satisfaction. But before she could celebrate her little victory against him he pulled her from her wrist and she collided with his hard chest. Snaking an arm around her waist he held her tightly as she struggled in his hold. "Don't play with fire, Ms Lilly Jones or don't complain to me later if you end up getting burned." "I've never hated anyone as much as I hate you." she spitted. "The feelings are mutual then, sweetheart." he smiled. _______________ He married her to fulfil a promise he had made long ago. She was supposed to be a bride in name only, a wife just on papers. Then why he felt an undeniable hunger in him every time she met his gaze. Desiring her wasn't a part of his plans. He has never wanted anything as much as he wanted her. And that's where everything started to take an unexpected turn... Started on : 27 Dec 2020 Completed on :12 March 2021 ------------- Word count : I'll tell you when I'm done counting 😪

Echo wasn't like her sisters. She knew that when people talked about the famous and fabulous Reid sisters, they weren't referring to her. Quiet, homely, plain and riddled with social anxiety that made it hard for her to leave the house, she could never have known what was about to happen, she never dreamed she'd live such an adventure. Luke Farina was the most dangerous man around- spoiled, selfish, extremely conceited- he didn't take no for an answer and always got what he wanted. He just never expected that the strange and ridiculous little Echo would be the one to say no and somehow become the one he had to have most. -- NOTE: Hi everyone! I really hope you take the time to read this story. It's already complete for the most part, in just taking it slow in publishing it. It's my first story and I'd love to hear your comments and feedback. I hope you decide to give it a chance! This is also part one of a series and I'm already midway through the next book which can't be released unless this one gets some positive feedback. Thank you and enjoy!

Some stories to tickle your senses and make you emotional, some stories which were once written on a blank paper. This Book is currently ON HOLD due to paucity of time. Read at your own discretion. There is no religion involved in my books. Please do not read if you want to preach or learn any kind of religion. These are just fictions with common names and situations. 𝑳𝒊𝒔𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒔 Beholding Trust (✔️) Matched (✔️) Consequences of one meeting (✔️) It's not always about love (✔️) Afreen (Ongoing) Ikhlaas(Ongoing)

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ᴀʙʜɪʀᴀᴊ ꜱɪɴɢʜ ᴍᴇᴡᴀʀ (34)ɪꜱ ᴀ ʀᴜᴛʜʟᴇꜱꜱ ᴍᴏɴᴀʀᴄʜ ᴄᴏᴍɪɴɢ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴏʏᴀʟ ꜰᴀᴍɪʟʏ ᴏꜰ ᴍᴇᴡᴀʀ. ʜᴇ ɪꜱ ᴀ ꜱʜʀᴇᴡᴅ ʙᴜꜱɪɴᴇꜱꜱᴍᴀɴ. ᴛᴏᴏ ᴄᴜɴɴɪɴɢ ᴇᴠᴇɴ ꜰᴏʀ ʜɪꜱ ᴇɴᴇᴍɪᴇꜱ ᴛᴏ ᴄᴀᴛᴄʜ ᴏɴ ᴛᴏ ʜɪᴍ. ʜᴇ ᴡᴀꜱ ᴀʟᴡᴀʏꜱ ᴛᴡᴏ ꜱᴛᴇᴘꜱ ᴀʜᴇᴀᴅ ᴏꜰ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴏɴᴇ. ʜᴇ ᴡᴀꜱ ᴀ ᴠᴇʀʏ ᴅᴀɴɢᴇʀᴏᴜꜱ ꜰᴏʀᴄᴇ ᴛᴏ ʀᴇᴄᴋᴏɴ ᴡɪᴛʜ. ᴀʏᴀᴀɴᴀ ᴀʙʜɪʀᴀᴊ ꜱɪɴɢʜ ᴍᴇᴡᴀʀ (28) ᴡɪꜰᴇ ᴏꜰ ᴀʙʜɪʀᴀᴊ ᴍᴀʀʀɪᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ʜɪᴍ ꜰᴏʀ ᴀʟᴍᴏꜱᴛ ꜱᴇᴠᴇɴ ʏᴇᴀʀꜱ. ʙᴇᴀᴜᴛɪꜰᴜʟ ᴘᴀᴛɪᴇɴᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ᴋɪɴᴅ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴏʀᴅꜱ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴅᴇꜱᴄʀɪʙᴇᴅ ʜᴇʀ. ᴊᴏɪɴ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ᴊᴏᴜʀɴᴇʏ ᴏꜰ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ʜᴇʀᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴇᴛᴇʀɴɪᴛʏ. ᴘᴇᴇᴘ ɪɴ ᴛᴏ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ʟɪꜰᴇ Cover by- _navyblueee_

She was struggling to tie the dori of her kurti but couldn't so She was trying to find her friends to help her with this but no one came into her view. "Can I?", Someone asked from behind and She recognised the voice immediately. It was Him. From yesterday night, she was trying to avoid him. After what happened yesterday night the only thing she wants is to stay miles away from him. But it is practically impossible as they are literally sharing the same roof. She turned around only to meet with his chest as he was standing very close to her. ' When did he come this close?', She wondered. He raised his eyebrows at her. " Yeah.... You can.", She replied and again turned around. Now her back was facing his front. He slided her beautiful dark brown hair to one side. The mere touch of his fingers sent a tingling sensation to her whole body. He took the string of her kurti in his veiny hands and pulled it making her bare back collide with his chest. Her breath hitched at his action. He said nothing and just started tying it but his heart was beating rapidly. His hands started sweating but He just wanted to kiss that mole on her back which is only increasing the beauty of her bare back. Every hair strand of her body stood up when his hot breath fell near her neck. "Done.", He said in his husky voice and walked away. HE is the next Don of The Italian Mafia. SHE is a Royal Princess of India. For Her, He is only her brother's bestfriend. But for Him, She is his everything. He started having feelings for hers, but will she able to reciprocate those feelings? In their love story, there will be so many obstacles, so many enemies, that will try to prevent them from being with each other, but; Will they succeed in it? Or, their strength of love? Started on- 05/04/23