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A man is kidnapped by a woman with a dark secret in her basement. Warning! Dark themes, readers beware.

Eva Hartmann gave Nathan Ashford everything in college her time, her devotion, her heart. But when tragedy struck, he chose ambition over her, shattering her trust. Six years later, Eva is a successful architect with no intention of looking back. Until Nathan returns, ruthless, relentless, and obsessed with winning her back. He'll block every escape, sabotage every chance, and even force her into marriage to keep her. What begins as a war of wills becomes a dangerous game of love and obsession, where the line between possession and redemption blurs. All That Remains book by SS Sahoo

Female lead Pov .... How does it feel when you're about to marry the person you loved most. Honestly "saatve aasman Mai thi uss din". but ..how is it possible that my life gone smoothly. My love, No Not My love.... My so called love.whom I considered my everything. Ran away from the our wedding. Now I sat in the wedding mandap with my brother-in-law in front of millions of guests. ... ... Yes, he was my soon to be brother-in-law but "Meri phooti kismat " he become my husband now . That bastard . My so called love run away with my sister . Me and My sister getting married on the same day because My grandmother wanted my sister and I to get married on the same mandap because of her medical condition.

This is a story of poor farmer girl

POV Both of their families forced them into marriage with eachother jungkook was a dominant alpha,really cold and angry Tae was an omega cute nd fluffy he love jungkook but never confessed it!

Eman Khan, is a 17years old girl. A very beautiful, innocent and pure hearted. Who has a very grown up curvy body. Instead of this she is the girl who wants to be imprisoned in the walls of house. Love's her Family most. ~~~~~ Sikander Ashraf khan, is a 30 year's old very famous business tycoon and a very cruel Mafia leader, to whome the only person and things matters is his Family. But what will happen after four years when he will CAGED in the obsession and love with his fiance's little 17 year old of sister and his cousin sister..? To Know This Read My Story "His Begum" which is already completed on my stck profile.

Is it stop you're losing me? or all of the girls you loved before? or maybe... it is right were you left me... or it could be my wildest dream...or not... because it can hits different. Or call it what you want. because we know all to well that it may begin again or it can be sad beautiful tragic. But who knows? it can be a cruel summer or just my daylight. Are we even gonna be end game? are we gonna make it long story short? or am I gonna be on my delulu state to think we have invisible string? I have questions... Is this midnight rain? Ms. Taylor Swift, how could you do this to me? How could you make my life relatable with all your songs?

Two brothers. One dark destiny. A world of shadows bleeds into Earth. As powers awaken, the line between hero and monster blurs. Darkness rises, and only they can stop it-if they survive the shadows within themselves.

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STOP THE WAR...she roars. he look at her and smirked..."so u agreed"he asked "Take all the treasure and my kingdom but leave my people"she said direct looking at him ..he eyes is only visible as she is wearing a veil ... even a distance..AtharvVeer Pratap Chauhan can see fire in her eyes "jo cheez hame chaiye wo har keemat se upar hai "he said now directly looking in her eyes... she laugh mockingly and pull the horse rein and getting a little close to him "aisa bhi kya hai jo aap jaise be dil insaan ko chaiye ". he smirk .."hame jo chaiye wo NAYAAB HAI .. Update on every Saturday...or sometime in mid if i m free😂 Enemy to lover Forbidden romance Hatelove Royalty

Everyone at East River Academy watches Maddison Kelly -- Olympic hopeful, decathlete, the girl most likely to set a record or burn the place down. Most likely both. She's barely holding it together in public -- until she's on the field. Then, she becomes The Fury. Finn Anderson, a golden baseball prodigy put his new crown on her shoulders and never asked for it back. She kept it closer than she'll ever admit. Dr Matthew Lordes, a 25 year-old Olympic legend, took her under his wing at thirteen. No one gets why -- but when they're alone, the rest of the world is furniture. A boy who makes her believe she could be safe. A man who makes her believe she could be free. One elite high school that sees nothing but the mask. And a girl who'd rather break her body on a track than let anyone close enough to find out which version is real. They call her Madness. She didn't choose that name. He gave it to her. Like it was his. Never been able to put it down since. -- Finn: "I should have been smooth. Some line, some gesture. Instead I stood there and my hands were shaking and all I could think was close the gap, just close the gap and I couldn't move because what if I was wrong and what if I wasn't and both of those options were equally terrifying. I'm ruined. Fifteen years later, and I'm still ruined." Maddie: "I've been taught rules. Never broke them once. I don't let them see me want. I don't let them see me shudder. No one gets in unless I say so. And I certainly don't bury my face in some boy's jacket and breathe in. I don't replay his chest rising under my hands on a loop. 24 hours. I broke every single one." Matthew: "Her talent is a force I can't ignore. Her age is a boundary I can't cross. I have spent twelve years being the most disciplined man in every room. I built that. I earned it. Then, the most extraordinary thing I have ever seen appears and I forget what discipline was for. Every time she performs, something I built cracks. God help me."

​"In the world of Alphas, Dunk Natachai was King. Until he met the man who could rewrite his soul." The deal is simple: To save his family, Tharn must serve as Joong's personal assistant for one year. But in the shadows of Joong's gallery, the air is thick with a scent that shouldn't exist-a scent that is systematically breaking Dunk's Alpha instincts. ​As the hierarchy shatters, Dunk realizes that "serving" Joong is becoming less of a punishment and more of a dark, addictive necessity. In this game of obsession, the King hasn't just lost his throne... he's found his master. ​"I'm not breaking you, Dunk. I'm just showing you where you truly belong."

In a city where a single flower is worth more than a man's life, some secrets are deadly enough to kill for. Amsterdam, 1637. At the height of the insane Tulip Mania, a group of the city's wealthiest speculators gather on a lavish barge, De Vergulde Lelie (the Gilded Lily), for a secret auction. The prize: the Semper Augustus, a tulip bulb so rare it could buy a palace. But before the first bid is cast, the night is shattered by a scream. The host, a ruthless and widely hated speculator, is found murdered. The priceless bulb is gone. Trapped on the barge by the frozen canals, a handful of suspects are locked in a cage of opulence and fear: the bitter rival on the brink of ruin, the indebted English lord, and the vengeful farmer who claims the bulb was stolen from him first. The city watch sees a simple case of greed. But they're not looking closely enough. Signor Alvise Grimaldi, a disgraced Venetian glassmaker living in exile, sees what the others miss. He's not a detective; he's an artist with an eye for fatal flaws. While everyone else is blinded by the missing bulb, Grimaldi is drawn to the real heart of the crime: the silent, stolen glances between the victim's beautiful, trapped wife, Katarina, and the brilliant, obsessive painter, Frans van Loo. Their forbidden love is a secret far more dangerous than any financial debt. As Grimaldi peels back the layers of deception, he realizes the murder wasn't a simple robbery. It was a crime of passion, a desperate act disguised to look like greed. Now, he's in a silent duel with a killer who is just as much an artist of deception as Grimaldi is of glass. In a world gone mad with speculation, can a broken artist expose a truth hidden in a single drop of paint before the ice thaws and a devastating secret sinks them all?

𝙄𝙧𝙖𝙫𝙮𝙖 𝙭 𝙍𝙪𝙙𝙧𝙖𝙣𝙚𝙞𝙡 She's a ghost-no name, no past, a perfect weapon trained to eliminate the powerful. He's the king no one sees-CEO by day, the mastermind of an underworld empire by night. Her next mission: infiltrate, seduce, and eliminate him. But she didn't expect the warmth behind his cold smile, or the way he looks at her like he's known her forever. They dance around each other in a game of lies, laughter, and longing- Until truth comes crashing down.

Cecilia Moore and Rowan Sinclair meet by chance over the last chocolate éclair. It's brief, forgettable, and meant to stay that way. Instead, they become friends. Slowly. Quietly. Through shared routines, unfinished conversations, and time that keeps folding them back into each other's lives. What they build feels safe because it remains undefined no expectations, no promises, no risk of loss. Rowan grows attached first, though he never says it. Cecilia senses the shift but refuses to name it, afraid that once spoken, it will demand more than she's willing to give. As the line between friendship and love blurs, they're forced to confront what happens when emotional intimacy arrives before readiness and whether some connections are doomed not because they fail, but because they are understood too late. © skiilore

In a time when radios played Lata's songs and letters carried feelings deeper than words ever could, she met him-on the first day of college, twenty years after India gained independence. He wasn't a freedom fighter, but he freed something in her. A smile. A feeling. A love she never dared to name. He loved sitars when the world had moved on to guitars. He loved books, children, music... and she? She loved him. Quietly. Completely. From behind the veil of silence every sanskaari girl was taught to wear back then. He was the boy every girl admired. She was that quiet girl-who changed herself, little by little, just to be noticed. While he chased dreams and disappeared into the world, she stayed behind-with ink-stained fingers and a heart that beat only for him. She doesn't know where he is now. But she remembers the way he once looked at her, like she mattered. And now, decades later, all she has are her memories... and a diary that was never really about her. It was always about Him.

Leo always knew his brother, Kai, lived on the edge, but he never realized how sharp that edge truly was until he traced the jagged scar on Kai's shoulder. In a single, sweltering night, Leo is dragged from the safety of his math notebooks into a world of flickering streetlights, back-alley deals, and bloodstained secrets.​Forced to witness the "ugly" side of Kai's life.

Life at Full Volume A Psychological Speculative Novel Mark Ellison is fifty-two, professionally "legacy," domestically stable, and quietly terrified of becoming background noise in his own life. So he drags his old amplifier into the dining room and turns it up. At first, it's harmless nostalgia. A Springsteen lyric that doesn't match what everyone else remembers. A cereal box logo that looks slightly wrong. A children's character missing a detail he's certain was always there. Then it gets personal. A late-night forum post appears under his name-one he doesn't remember writing. A second account using his exact name and age responds in third person... and disappears. His wife sees it too. What begins as a midlife restlessness turns into something far more destabilizing: the possibility that memory isn't failing... it's splitting. As small fractures begin appearing in music, digital records, and shared reality itself, Mark is forced to confront a dangerous question: What if another version of him never settled? What if that version is still active? Life at Full Volume is a tense, emotionally grounded exploration of identity, marriage, midlife reinvention, and the terrifying idea that the life you didn't choose may still be unfolding somewhere-at full blast.