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කල්මුණේ ප්‍රදේශයේ වයස අවුරුදු 13ක මුස්ලිම් සහොදරයකු සහ ඔහුගෙ වයස 16ක එක කුස උපන් මුස්ලිම් සහෝදරිය සහ ඇයගේ පෙම්වතා සහ එම 3 දෙනා අතර ඇති වූ අසම්මත ලිංගික ක්‍රියා සහිත ලස්සන කතාවක්

A Darry fanfic that has sexual content in every chapter (for people who don't like to wait #me)

Tara Chakraborty... a simple, Plus size, soft-hearted girl whose heart breaks even at the slightest thing. And Ranveer... a man whose anger, possessiveness, and cold behavior are beyond comprehension. Between them begins a story filled with more pain than love, more misunderstanding than trust, and more control than care. One mistaken suspicion... One false smile... And Kriti's innocent act of ma. king things dirty... All of this turns Tara's life into a living hell in a matter of seconds. Ranveer, the man Tara loved with all her heart... One day, he burns her hands-all because of a misunderstanding. And Tara's heart cries out for just one thing: "I wish I had never seen Ranveer..." But fate has something else in store for them both. After Ranveer learns the truth... will he let Tara distance herself from him o r... will he assert even more authority over her? A story filled with 🔥 jealousy 🔥 betrayal 🔥 intense emotions 🔥 dangerous passion Because sometimes... the person you love the most, hurts you the deepest. . . . Published 13/30/2025. Reach 20k 12/1/2026. Reach 30k 1/2/2026. Reach 40k 22/2/2026. Reach 50k 16/3/2026.

Sara Gaspard swore she'd do anything to find those responsible for her sister's death, but teaming up with the Sin of Pride is more than she bargained for. ***** Desperate and dying, Sara Gaspard promises her soul to the Sin of Pride if he'll find the madmen responsible for ruining her life, but they soon discover her wish is more complicated than expected. Together, Sara and Pride delve into a twisted world of insidious plots, occult fanaticism, and paranormal disaster as they search for answers and struggle to survive. As the danger in the city of Verweald rises, Sara and Pride must find the cult before the newest threat haunting the city's bloody streets claims them both. [[Book 1, the Bereft Series]] [[Writer's Debut Watty Award Winner]] [[Readers Choice Award]] [[Original Draft]]

Reading this will get you incredibly wet. I take requests.💋

After a car accident leaves Kaden Bretton temporarily blind, Isla Moore struggles to break up with him while disguised as his girlfriend, who died in the crash. ***** Isla Moore has been in love with Kaden Bretton since he taught her how to slow dance on her sixteenth birthday. Now, four years later, she jumps at the chance to help him after a terrible car accident leaves him temporarily blind -- by agreeing to break up with him while disguised as his girlfriend, Evangeline, so he never has to find out she died in the crash. But will she be able to stick to the plan even after he starts falling for her? Or will the truth about her identity and the reason she lied to him destroy their chance at forever? ***** Cover by @lydiahephzibah.

[This story is now FREE] Florette moves to Versailles, only to discover a group of Fae are destroying France. Allying with the battled-scarred Destan, she has to save the kingdom. ***** Florette, a painter's apprentice, is finally welcomed to the palace of Versailles. Ready to work, she notices that several of the courtiers are too beautiful to be human. Soon a battle-scarred warrior, Destan, tells her the truth: a faction of Fae have left the faerie and are slowly destroying the French monarchy. Determined that France must not fall, Florette is forced to use her skill to smuggle messages about the Fae inside her own paintings. Can she trust the rugged warrior at her side? And can Florette save France from creatures beyond mortal control?

With Alyssa stuck behind enemy lines and the fate of the pack hanging, tensions are higher than ever in this final installment of the Fatal Trilogy. ***** Book 3 begins right where Book 2 left off, with Alyssa captured and brought to the top pack's lair in Montreal. Unsure of Daimon and the rest of the pack's fate, Aly has no choice but to start finding ways to free herself and her baby from the grasps of the top pack and their leader, Pablo. Meanwhile, what's left of Daimon's pack scrambles to come up with a plan to rescue their girl and take down the top pack for good. Content and/or trigger warning: This story contains scenes of violence and sexual activity, and mentions rape and sexual abuse, which may be triggering for some readers. [[word count: 150,000-200,000 words]] Cover designed by Ren T

Sometimes you just might have to die to live again. ***** When art historian Reine Baldwin meets Gabe Moran, a charming journalist, she has no idea their blossoming love will shatter her comfortable life. But a series of clues lead Reine to discover that she's not alone in knowing that she was born centuries ago and-worse yet-there are many things she apparently doesn't even remember. Reine has to face a forgotten past and a forgotten ex-husband (the handsome billionaire Max Baldovini), who-like her-is immortal and cannot truly die. Should she trade her ordinary life with Gabe for the love of Max, a man who's worshipped her for half a millennium? The choice should be easy, until Reine starts to remember things that Max is desperate to make her forget. [[word count: 100,000-150,000 words]]

My version of a Classic Billionaire Story we all adore and secretly wish for. The grumpy and the sunshine. The rich and the poor protagonists. The enemies to lovers. The cliché and the cringe. Because without such a paradigm of archetypal romance, isn't the fictional world all just a moo point?

You are in Kim Dan's position, but as a girl, will you end up leaving him or stay with him despite how bad he treats you 🤫, Find out more!

I never hated someone as much as I hated him yet I never wanted someone as much as I want him. My brothers bestfriend Vamce Hayes I didn't come to college for love I never even had it in mind until this man decided to torture me.

Unsteady Kaiada is a quiet girl, but won't take shit from anyone. Kabe is an asshole, and loves to poke and prod. And while they hate each other, she nor he, can lie, they are both hot as fuck. They have an undeniable attraction for each other that either of them can explain. Do they act on that attraction? Guess you'll have to read and find out🤷‍♀️ (They do;)

25-year-old Poonam arrives in a quiet Bihar village as the new junior teacher, determined to stay modest and focused. Full-sleeved sarees, tight pallu, long braid-she wants no attention. But the July heat clings, sweat betrays hidden curves, and village eyes notice: the soft sway, the deep shadow beneath her drape. Whispers grow at the handpump, in the fields, from nosy neighbors. Poonam keeps her guard up, but the simmering tension tests her resolve. A slow-burn desi tale of modesty, quiet glances, and unspoken heat in rural life. Mature | 18+ | Rural drama | Teacher story (Short, hooky, and perfect for Wattpad-around 100 words. Add tags: #desi #bihar #village #slowburn #indian #teacher #modest)

I wasn't looking for love. Life had already taught me that some people are meant to struggle alone. A single mother trying to survive, I built walls around my heart so high that no one could reach me. Then I met him. A quiet man from another island who was only here for a few months... but somehow made me feel seen in ways no one ever had. He told me something that stayed with me forever: "I've never been anyone's first choice." Neither had I. What started as two strangers sharing time slowly became something deeper-something neither of us expected. But when someone is only meant to stay temporarily... what happens when your heart decides to keep them forever?

❝𝐈 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞'𝐬 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐭 𝐦𝐞.. 𝐈'𝐯𝐞 𝐧𝐮𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐝 𝐦𝐲𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟 𝐭𝐨 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠.❞ 𝐀 𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬. 𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐈 𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐜𝐫𝐲.. 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 "𝐈𝐭'𝐬 𝐨𝐤𝐚𝐲.. 𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨𝐨. 𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞'𝐬 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐮𝐬, 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐧." 𝐈 𝐬𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐞𝐳𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝, 𝐰𝐢𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐞𝐤. 𝐌𝐲 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐡𝐢𝐦. . . . Z'airee was a caretaker at a old people's home and he took care of many patients. The only thing was that it happened to be one of the few nursing in homes in NYC. So many patients wounded up from the hood where many of the patients were from different gangs. Z'airee wasn't supposed to have favorites but he always had this particular one.. Mr. Sinaloa. Heaven was a drug dealer who visited his grandpa, Tyreek Sinaloa everyday. His grandpa was everything that his parents wasn't to him. The trenches of New York was where he came from. All his mom cared about was drugs and his dad walked out on him. He grew up running the streets because his mom was too high one everything to care, with men coming in and out they house. He never had that support system so he was wit older kids for as long as he could remember. So as soon as his grandpa got custody he was good but he always knew he wanted to move out as soon as possible..Or so he thought. EXT

Cuando Sung Kyu coquetea con un apuesto alfa que ha conocido en la sala de un cine, y creyendo que nunca más lo verá otra vez, decide ir con él a la habitación de un hotel. Sin embargo, cuando se presenta el nuevo presidente en la empresa donde trabaja, Sung Kyu se da cuenta de que es el mismo hombre con el que tuvo sexo días atrás. ☆CONTENIDO ADULTO ☆Omegaverse | Romance / Drama / Angustia ☆BL (chicoxchico) | Sung Kyu - Woo Hyun (WooGyu) •DISCLAIMER• Esta historia es un trama original de mi autoría y enteramente de temática homosexual. Los nombres y marcas son propiedad de sí mismos o sus compañías y sólo son utilizados con fines de entretenimiento.

"Some dissonance is written into the score-but she played it like fate had no conductor." When prodigy violinist Macy Eos Thornscroft is chosen as the new concertmaster of the Berlin Philharmonic, she steps into a world of relentless scrutiny, ambition, and quiet obsession. Driven, brilliant, and haunted by an unspeakable past, Macy's music masks the silence she's lived with since childhood-until one woman dares to challenge her composure. Lydia Tár, the enigmatic and commanding maestro, sees more than talent in Macy-she sees a mirror, a provocation, and perhaps... something she lost long ago. As rehearsals intensify, so do the unspoken glances, the private lessons behind closed doors, and the unraveling boundaries between power and longing. But beneath the music lies something darker-a hidden manipulation, a secret alliance, and a hunger that could destroy them both. With whispers spreading through the orchestra and past wounds bleeding into the present, Macy must decide how much of herself she's willing to lose for the sake of art... and for the conductor who plays her like no one ever has. A tale of desire, discipline, and dangerous devotion, DISSONANCE is a haunting psychological drama that lingers long after the final note.

As I sank deeper into the blissful comfort, a gentle warmth enveloped me, stirring my senses. I shifted, seeking more comfort, and nestled my head into the soft-yet-firm pillow I'd been cradling for what felt like an eternity. But the warmth soon spread to my cheeks, beckoning me to surrender further. Just as I realized my tranquil slumber was ending, the soft morning light danced across my eyelids, and I succumbed to its gentle persuasion. As my eyes opened, I froze, startled. Instead of a pillow, my head rested on the chiseled, bare torso of a man I never imagined sharing a bed with. Panic set in, and I hastily lifted my throbbing head. My favorite peacock blue chiffon saree lay rumpled on the floor, a stark reminder of the previous night's events. Memories flooded back: Didi's reception, the stinging fat-shaming comments, the four shots of some unknown shit, and the desperate longing to shed my perpetual singleton status. Shame, guilt, and anguish welled up, threatening tears to spill out. Ignoring my pounding heart and aching head, I sat up and swung my legs over the bed, ready to flee. But a warm hand enveloped my freezing wrist, halting my escape. "Where are you going?" a deep, velvety voice whispered, sending shivers down my spine. ******* At 23, Antara had resigned herself to perpetual singleness, blaming her curvaceous figure for her lack of romantic prospects. To shield herself from potential heartache, she'd developed a carefree facade, deflecting inquiries about her love life with a dismissive smile. Yet, beneath this veneer, Antara nurtured secret dreams forged from childhood fairy tales of Cinderella and Princess Tora. Despite societal beauty standards overshadowing her own, she clung to the ancient myth of the red thread - the invisible bond connecting two destined souls. Antara secretly hopes that the universe has destined her to be with someone whose gentle touches have already sparked a deep emotional connection within her.