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"Betrayed in the apocalypse. Reborn into a beast world. Rejected by nine rich, powerful mates." After dying a traitor's death, Roanna wakes up in an interstellar future where rare human women bond with beast clans. To her shock, she's assigned not one, but nine legendary beast-men husbands-all impossibly rich and powerful. There's just one catch: they all despise her. One wants to dissolve the bond. Another tries to buy her off. A third ignores her completely, preferring his fame. Humiliated, Roanna decides to break every single match. That's when a mysterious [Pampered Beauty System] activates, giving her a radical new mission: "Make your ex-mates regret losing you. Gain luxury points for every tear shed by a former husband. Achieve ultimate independence." Suddenly, her cold CEO lion-shifter leaves billion-credit contracts at her door. The military general wolf-shifter starts a war to protect her reputation. The famous singer dragon-shifter writes ballads about his "lost mate." Now Roanna has to decide: accept their groveling love and power... or use her system to become the richest, most desired woman in the galaxy-all on her own terms.

ONLY SAMPLE CHAPTERS "What's your name?" He asked her in a straight cold tone. Akshita and all the employees stared at him as if he was a GHOST, but he kept looking at her with an emotionless face. "Ask her for her name", he ordered the girl, his voice indicating danger. "Wh...What is...is your name Miss?" the girl asked Akshita, stuttering out of fear. "Ak...Akshita" she replied, looking anywhere but at him, blinking her eyes to stop her tears. Fortunately, she was successful. What kind of woman would like it when her husband asks for her name, 4 months after their marriage! That too in front of all those people who know about their relationship? "Full Name" He commands. "Akshita Raghuvanshi", she replies again. The girl's eyes widened in realization. "I said FULL. NAME." He ordered furiously, stressing on the last two words. "Akshita Ekansh Raghuvanshi" she replied again, this time looking down. The name itself gives shivers. "Mrs. Akshita Ekansh Raghuvanshi" He states every word clearly, looking at Akshita. She snaps her head towards him in an instant, shock and confusion evident in her expressions. Her full name, from his mouth, created a domination aura around the place. It gave her butterflies, his name with hers, as one. ----------- It's a Fictional book I don't have any intentions to hurt anyone's feelings so please don't take it on heart. It's my own imagination so I will not like if someone copy my work! Be thoughtful before doing! #1 on Wattpad #2 on Comedy #1 in India #76 out of 2.1 Million (in Romance) #21 out of 2.36 Million (in Love) #8 out of 172K (in heartbreak) #10 out of 266K (in family) #3 out of 64K (in marriage) #1 (in the Royal family)

A girl who is not loved from childhood wants a little bit of love and a family to call her own . She wants a person with whom she can share her pain and happiness. Will she get the love of her life ? Will she find a family ? ____________________________________________ A guy who is the king of Rajasthan. Famous as a cold hearted , merciless person with no feelings for anyone. Hates the concept of marriage. ____________________________________________ What will happen when these two people with totally different personalities will get tied in a marriage by their families ? Will they find love ? # She fell first he fell harder To know more read the story Hukum's Rani Sa.....

රස්තියාදුකාරයෙක් ලගත් තියෙන්න බැරි ද පිරිසිදු ආදරයක්....🦋🥀❤️‍🔥 "ඩේයි නා උන්නෙයි කාදලික්කිරෙන් ආසිල්....!!!" "පො....පො....ඩි...එ...කො...??" ධෲවේන්ද්‍ර × ආසිල් 2026/02/01 - 202?

[Under slow editing] #Book1 of 'Power'. "The peach one!" He signalled at my left hand as I stood infront of the mirror holding two lipsticks. "Like the colour?" I asked, scanning it. "No! It tastes better!" My eyes widened and I looked at him through the mirror, a smirk plastered on his face as he winked at me! ~𝐀 𝐁𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐅𝐮𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐓𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞~ "𝘒𝘪𝘵𝘯𝘪 𝘮𝘰𝘩𝘢𝘣𝘣𝘢𝘵 𝘬𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘪 𝘩𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘢𝘢𝘱 𝘮𝘶𝘫𝘩𝘴𝘦?" I asked as she dabbed the cotton on my wound carefully. "𝘒𝘢𝘣𝘩𝘪 𝘢𝘢𝘱𝘬𝘰 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘩𝘯𝘦 𝘴𝘦 𝘧𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘢𝘵 𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘰𝘤𝘩𝘶𝘯𝘨𝘪!" Came her calm reply and I was left speechless as always. ~𝐀 𝐓𝐚𝐥𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐏𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞~ "I don't sit at tables where they raise their voice above mine, and you-" I pointed a finger to his face, snarling, "-you dare to do it everytime". He smiled, leaning in as he breathed, "My fiesty lioness." I glared back, my voice calm as I hissed, "I dare you call me that!" "And I love dares, Lioness." ~𝐈𝐟 𝐎𝐧𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐅𝐮𝐫𝐲, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐎𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐬 𝐑𝐚𝐠𝐞~ "SHE IS MINE. Get that into your bloody head!" "No one dares to touch what's mine, and you've touched MY MAN. Do you expect me to smile at you? Nah! Darling. I'll make sure that these filthy hands never touch Him again." ~𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐌𝐚𝐝𝐥𝐲 𝐎𝐛𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐄𝐱𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐬~ When Ahad Qureshi meets Inaya Khan. Tied in an arranged marriage none of them desire as the two CEOs are forced to stay under the same roof. The clash of power. Fire and Ice. The pasts are revealed. Enemies lurking in shadows as the scars resurface. And when the truth is revealed, faces are unmasked. But will the love bloom or cease as a mere ruthless obses

°TANMAY SINGH RATHORE° "My eyes met many eyes but only got lost in yours" °AHAAN SINGH RATHORE° "Your Eyes, Stole all my words Away." ~This is a boy love story. ~Indian bl. It's my first time writing a story , I would appreciate your support and your suggestion would always be welcome. Please do share your thoughts and point out my mistakes wherever present. English and Hindi both dialogues would be present . (English is not my first language so, apologies for any mistakes) Homophobes need not read the story. •Key Features• 1.Mature content 2.Slow burn 3.Mafia x college student 4.Cousin love 5.Forced marriage 6.Contract negotiation 7.Age gap 8.MxB 9.Indian BL 10. Jealousy 🔞🔞🔞🔞🔞 There will be mature scenes in the story. Kindly skip it if you are uncomfortable. There might me graphic contents as well however I'm not sure just yet, will warn as and when I write the chapters . WARNINGS: {Under 18 are recommended to not read the story though it's upto your wish whether you want to read or not. i myself am not an adult so...} I would try to give daily updates if possible..no promises. There would be softness and innocence merged with darkness and obsession in the story. Kindly read at your own risk .‼️‼️‼️ Homophobes are not allowed.

After being bound to the food system, the back door of Sheng Jiu's restaurant led to another world. The first visitor from another world brought her a crab claw taller than a person. Sheng Jiu: This ingredient is a bit exciting! The small restaurant on the street corner quickly launched new dishes: Steamed Shrimp Dumplings and Crab Fried Rice. The various tempting aromas continuously attracted diners. Diners' reviews after the meal: Although it was expensive, but the food was delicious. Besides, the service was not very efficient. Sheng Jiu: Why don't you come and catch the crabs? As more and more worlds are opened up, the quality of ingredients also improves. The restaurant's employees also became more and more... Watching the big shots from various worlds bustling about in the restaurant, Sheng Jiu huddled in a corner and roared silently: In our world, only one partner is allowed at a time, one, one! ____ *This novel belongs to the author Er Qian (二谦). I am currently translating this book. If you are interested in this book and would like to continue reading, please subscribe or purchase it once through my Patreon account! (Marshmallow_ Sweet) _____

This is written by an Indian. This is not any random story that you should read. It is not an erotica that'll make you feel horny, it's not any werewolf story you crave for neither is it about a mafia whose life changes when an extraordinary girl comes his life. It is just an ordinary tale of an ordinary guy in his own words.

A poetry collection of flowers, especially Hydrangea. Blue hydrangeas often symbolize apology, regret, and forgiveness. Pink means love, romance, and heartfelt emotions. White stands for purity, grace, sincerity, and abundance. Purple implies royalty, wealth, pride, and dignity. Green means renewal, rebirth, prosperity, good luck, and health. Red signifies passion, deep love, romance, and respect. Culturally, in Japan hydrangeas are linked to apology and gratitude, reflecting heartfelt sincerity, whereas in Victorian Europe they could also carry a negative hint of boastfulness or vanity when given as a gift. Together, these colors weave a spectrum of emotions from sorrowful apology to passionate love.

"Khair... aisi bhi kya baat ho gayi? It ghussa kyun karne lag jaate ho tum?" I teased him, turning around at the edge of the huge table. His jaw remained clenched, eyes furious as he hissed low under his breath, "Wapis. Karo. Tumhe pata hai mujhe dohraana pasand nahi." My smile was pure evil. "Dohraana toh mujhe bhi pasand nahi-" I leaned over, whispering in finalty, "Nahi. Wapis. Karoongi." His teeth gritted and before I could process I was pressed against the wood of the table. My fingers trembled before I tightened my hold around the edge of the journal. His hand roamed, audacious, my breath catching when his calloused fingers brushed my bare waist, slipping past the the fabric of my pallu. My pulse hammered, eyes shutting as a sharp gasp left me. He bit my earlobe, voice a husky murmur, "Is khel ka maahir mai hoon, Vardah." My breath hitched and when I looked up, he was gone. Idiot. Asshole. But even as I cursed him, my cheeks burnt a traitorous shade of crimson. . . . Reem Vardah Kazi was the seal to a pact between two families. The bonds were old, momentarily broken, and were now being mended. And what better than a wedding? She's married off to the very man the city fears-Zarrar Asad Mallik. He's a man of numbers. Power and control. And she walks in expecting anything but a burning passion. She hates, yet loves the way her husband looks at her. Not as a liability or a responsibility, but someone he claims that belongs to him. Her ishq. His Junoon. And when fire and storm collide, the consequences are never soft. It's disastrous, messy, intense. But at the end, it's them. . . . "Jab ishq junoon hadd se badh jaaye, Haste haste aashiq sooli chadh jaaye. Jab ishq ka jaadoo sar chaddh kar bole, Khoob lagalo pehre raste rab khole." A tear slipped down her eyes, and she whisper-sang back, "tune kya kar daala mar gayi mai, mitt gayi mai, ho ji, han ji, ho gayi mai... Teri deewani. deewani."

"System, system? Arghh... System.. where the heck are you? Ahh I want to go back." I call out once again and huff as I slump back on the bed but groan at the hard feeling of the wooden bed on my back. I look at the ceiling of my room and pout. This is one of the hundreds of attempts in calling whatever has brought me to another world but to my disappointment, all I get is silence in return. "Miss- Miss Feng." My maid's voice echoes as she opens my room door with a bang. "Not again!!" I sigh. ................................................................

"I love you. Always. Maybe from the first time I saw you." Ilya tells her, skating towards the girl. "This was just a deal. The fake relationship. The press ate that up. But I thought, maybe it was more than..." She holds back tears. "But I was wrong. You're just as everyone thinks: Ilya Rozanov, the playboy, and I'm not dealing with this act anymore." "Please, April..don't.." Ilya stutters. "I have to go, Ilya. I'll see you around." She walks off, leaving Ilya, speechless. "ya tebya lyublyu." He whispered. He's been meaning to say it, but he never had the courage. And he fucked up his chance. Any chance he ever had.... ••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••• It started as a fake relationship between an MLH player and a coach's daughter. Who hated each other. From the moment they met each other, or from the moment Ilya told her: "You're doing it wrong." They hated each other. Since then, they tried avoiding each other, but the universe disagreed with that plan. Which only made their hatred worse. The coach of the Boston Raiders never noticed and honestly didn't care about her. But all of the players found it hilarious... But one day, something changes: the press caught them together. After that, there was one thing to describe it: They are fucked. Everyone now thinks that they are dating...so they devised a plan. A deal you could call it. They will play up Ilya's reputation for being a "total flirt, a player." In return for something more secure, a future that she feels she won't get... That was the deal. But there was a lot more than that, too. But what happens when this deal doesn't become something more: Something real. •••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••

Poems of Flowers.

✦ Siddhant Kapoor Siddhant Kapoor was the kind of man who carried silence like a signature. At twenty-eight, he had already built a reputation that others spent lifetimes chasing-sharp-minded, composed, and unflinchingly focused. The world called him "Mr. Kapoor, the CEO," a man of figures and deadlines, but his family still saw the boy who secretly preferred homemade parathas to power lunches. His schedule was his sanctuary, his emotions neatly folded away between meetings and reports. Yet beneath that calm, polished surface was a quiet ache-one born not of loneliness, but of not yet finding someone who could see beyond the title and talk to the man instead. ✦ Anaya Sharma Anaya Sharma was twenty-four, a whirl of warmth and wit packed into a girl who still believed that life should feel like a good monsoon evening-unexpected, loud, but beautiful in its own mess. She worked part-time at a local design studio, spent her evenings watching dramas with her mother, and argued with her younger brother like it was a competitive sport. Practical by nature but secretly a dreamer, Anaya hid her romantic streak behind sarcasm and self-deprecating humour. She didn't chase fairy tales, but somewhere deep down, she hoped that if love ever found her, it would come quietly-like sunlight sneaking past closed curtains. What will happen when these two distinctly similar worlds collide?

a/n hi guys! this is my first time writing a book! - Since, I study in a boarding school, it would get a bit hard to update- I will only be able to do so during my holidays! For now- I'll be updating regularly till the 17th of Jan- and thereafter, will be updating in May 2026 to July 2026- and will let you know the further schedule. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Ishaan Agarwal at 18, Ishaan Agarwal was everything a girl ever wanted, he was the heartthrob of his school. Ambitious, Intelligent and Extremely Charming, His passion of football drives him crazy. He believes strongly in Self-Reliance and hates to lean on somebody else! Belonging to one of the richest families of Mumbai, he seems to have it all, but who knows what lies under the perfect exterior? ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Vaani Kapoor A 17-year-old, Vaani, is the perfect definition of the 'it girl' with both beauty and brains. Ambitious, Fierce and an Independent individual, she knows how to balance stress and fun. Coming from an upper-middle class family, her morals and simplicity are what make her special! When she puts her mind to something, she's unstoppable! Her passion of Dancing makes her go crazy (in a good way). ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ #4 in teenstories- (14/01/26) #7 couple-(14/01/26) What happens when boy full of closure falls in love with a girl with nothing but ambition? Two not very opposite worlds collide, completely changing the rules of love, loyalty and trust. Read to uncover their story filled with challenges, fun, passion and love of something they can't name yet!

Irina Rozanova-Hollander is the 14 year old daughter of Shane Hollander and Ilya Rozanov. She is a spitting image of both of her Dads, she has Ilya's looks and attitude, and Shane's sarcasm and courage. She is not afraid to put up a fight, just like her parents, especially when people go after the ones she loves. Irina goes to the local high school and is on the hockey team - the Longsfield Loons. She is constantly getting into arguments and doesn't hold back when speaking her mind. She definitely doesn't get along with one of her teammates, Lela, who buts heads with her constantly. Also, she has a rival on another team, Nick Moreau. But she has to figure out who the real rival is: Nick or Lela. What happens when Irina becomes more emotionally closed off with everyone, even her family? All the while, she finds out that she is more alike with her Dads than ever before. This is the life of Irina Rozanova-Hollander, and it's one hell of a story. So, get ready.... ••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••

Ongoing draft of Volume Three of The Nine Princesses. Full description will come later. Since this is a draft, please we aware that details are subject to change.

A short collection of poetry dedicated to love

Johnny Sinclair and Eleanor Whitmore loved each other the way the ocean loves the shore - recklessly, endlessly, and without caring how much damage it left behind. #5 johnny sinclair #3 cadence sinclair #3 mirren sinclair