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"Vi... Viaan, please don't do this.. don't leave me, please come back. It's our wedding day. Plea...please I'm begging you." "Do not ever call me again, Ira. It's over between us." The line went dead. That was all it took for him to left me at the Altar for her. *** ~ A REBIRTH STORY From childhood, Ira Veyansh was always compared to Niya Kapadia. Niya ~ the maid's daughter who could do everything better. Studies, sports, looks, manners, obedience, everything. Everyone loved Niya. Ira parents, her brothers, even the family celebrated her like she was one of their own. Birthdays, dinners, small achievements... the praise always went to Niya. "Ira, you should be more like Niya." "I wish Niya was my sister." "Take a lesson from Niya." Day by day, Ira felt invisible. Starved for love and attention, she did things she shouldn't have, hurt Niya, humiliated her, even darker. But nothing worked. Then came Viaan. Her childhood love. The one she thought would finally make her happy. But he chose Niya too. The pain and humiliation were too much for her to handle. That night, walking alone in the rain after being abandoned at her own wedding, Ira was hit by a truck. A brutal accident that ended her life. But life gave her a second chance. A rebirth. She remembered everything. Every insult. Every betrayal. Every heartbreak. And somewhere in that second life... there is this man. Reevan. A man she was never meant to cross paths with. Forbidden. Yet somehow... tied to her fate. Now, the question is, will she let fate repeat itself, or will she change her story?

𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐜𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐫. 𝐒𝐡𝐞'𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐲 𝐡𝐞𝐫. Liana Russo is used to being adored - feared, wanted, worshipped. Heiress to one of the most dangerous crime families in the city, she's always had power. Control. Men at her feet. Until Reyna Rivera shows up. Ex-military. Cold as steel. Her new bodyguard. She doesn't flirt. Doesn't react. Doesn't care that Liana's used to getting her way. And Liana? She doesn't like women. She doesn't. ...Right? But Reyna watches her like she's a problem to solve. Protects her like she's already hers. Touches her without ever laying a hand. And if Liana isn't careful- She might stop wanting to be feared. She might start wanting to be ruined. ༺✧༻ 𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐝 ✓ 𝟒𝟎 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 Credit to the incredibly talented @lunarloverz for making the cover 🫶

Kartik Singhaniya was control wrapped in power. He was cold, commanding, and unshaken by defiance. In his world, lines were drawn in stone... and no woman dared cross them. Until she did. He came to choose a bride worthy of his name...soft, obedient and predictable. Instead, he chose her. Chahat Rathore - a mistake wrapped in beauty. A temptation he should have rejected. But behind that veil stood a girl with fire in her eyes and rebellion in her blood-her curves soft yet dangerously distracting, her presence impossible to ignore. She wasn't delicate... she was disarming. The kind of woman who didn't ask for attention, yet commanded it effortlessly. She played a game, pretended to be her elder sister and tried to make him walk away. But monsters don't walk away. They claim. What begins as deception spirals into something far more dangerous...a marriage tangled in forbidden tension, stolen glances, and unspoken hunger neither of them is willing to admit. Because she is his would-be bride's sister and that only makes it worse. He watches her when he shouldn't. Thinks of her when he mustn't. Wants her in ways that break every rule he has ever lived by. And when circumstances force them into a marriage neither expected... The line between right and wrong shatters completely because this marriage was never about love. It was a deal. A condition - an heir. She agrees for her sister. He agrees without knowing the whole truth. And when that truth comes out... It won't break him but unleash him. Because Kartik Singhaniya doesn't accept betrayal. He punishes it but the most dangerous part? Even in his anger, even in his control... He craves her. Not gently or purely but in a way that consumes. In a way that ruins. In a way that turns forbidden into inevitable. Some cravings aren't meant to be resisted... They're meant to destroy you.

🖤🌼🖤🌼🖤 ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ ✦ ━━━━━━━━━━━━ 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐀𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐎 𝐅𝐄𝐄𝐋𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆🖤 × 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐑𝐈𝐃𝐄 𝐖𝐇𝐎 𝐅𝐄𝐄𝐋𝐒 𝐓𝐎𝐎 𝐌𝐔𝐂𝐇🌼 ━━━━━━━━━━━━━ ✦━━━━━━━━━━━━ The underworld knows only one truth- 𝐀𝐫𝐲𝐚𝐯 𝐑𝐚𝐢 𝐒𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐚 does not care. Not about enemies. Not about allies. And certainly not about emotions. He is the man who ends wars with a single command. The man whose silence is more terrifying than violence. Cold. Calculated. Untouchable. Love was never part of his world. Until the day a girl in white became his bride. Too soft for his ruthless empire. Too innocent for a man like him. Her eyes lower whenever he enters the room. Her voice trembles when she speaks his name. And sometimes... her eyes fill with tears. He tells himself he doesn't care. But something about those tears irritates him. Annoys him. Makes his jaw tighten and his patience disappear. Because for reasons he refuses to understand- he cannot stand seeing her cry. Not because he cares. But because she is **his**. And the ruthless mafia king doesn't like the feeling of something that belongs to him breaking. So he watches her. Too closely. Not out of love. Not out of kindness. But with a quiet, dangerous obsession even he refuses to name. Because in a world ruled by blood and power, the most dangerous thing about 𝐀𝐫𝐲𝐚𝐯 𝐑𝐚𝐢 𝐒𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐚 is not his cruelty. It's the innocent bride slowly becoming his only weakness. ✦ 𝑨 𝑴𝒂𝒇𝒊𝒂 𝑹𝒐𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒆 ✦

"He never intended to love her, but she became the poison he couldn't resist, the addiction he couldn't shake." -- "P-please d-don't l-leave me a-alone" she said with a terrified voice and he just stared at her coldly making her gulp down . "Am I your baby-sitter , TELL ME!" he shout for which she flinched badly . But soon, he regreted his action seeing her eyes glittering with tears. -- ▽Content warning ▽ • Mature language and theme. • mention of smoking • dark Romance • Do not read if underage - remember It's my original work, do not PLAGIARISE. ᴄᴏᴠᴇʀ ᴅᴇsɪɢɴᴇᴅ ʙʏ @Lɪʟ_ʏ001 𝙎𝙩𝙤𝙧𝙮 written 𝙗𝙮 : @𝐓𝐡𝐯𝐱𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐳_𝟕

Nani spent two years loving Sky in silence. He was the friend who always stayed, always cared, and always smiled-even when his heart secretly wished for something more. But Sky never saw him that way. When Sky finally fell in love with someone else, Nani accepted it with a smile and buried his feelings where nobody could find them. He thought he had lost his only chance at love. Until Saint entered his life. Saint was not a hero. He was the man people feared-the powerful senior with a dangerous reputation, a cold heart, and a darkness that made others keep their distance. The world called him ruthless, a villain who never hesitated to destroy anyone who stood in his way. But when Saint saw Nani's broken smile, something changed. For the first time, the man who feared nothing wanted to protect something. He didn't wait like Sky did. He didn't overlook Nani's worth. Saint chose him from the beginning-with a devotion so intense it was almost frightening. While Sky realized his feelings too late, Saint was already becoming Nani's safe place. Because sometimes the person everyone calls a villain... Is the only person who knows how to love you right. "He was the villain everyone warned him about... until Nani discovered he was the only person who would burn the world just to keep him warm."

#1 book of Royalty series Run.....cherry." let's see how far you can go from me . You think that I'll let you go soo easily after the wait of years and being obsessed with you. He catch her from behind by her waist and trap her between him and car ). He said slowly in her ear, "you made a mistake by running on your own wedding and you get punish for it..... but--- he pause, and slide his hand from her waist to her back where her blouse ends and move close to neck to press a soft kiss there, then speak- .....not here,you will get your punishment on your first night cherry ...under me. Crying while painting my back with your fucking nails and there will be no god to save you from me giving you punishment 'little bird.'"

She gave him five years, a son, and her wolf. He gave her nothing but cold shoulders and contraceptive pills. When Roxie Lane walks out of her loveless mating and demands a divorce, she isn't the broken woman her Alpha husband expects. She's done mourning a bond he never honored. Done swallowing her pride for a man whose only warmth belongs to someone else. But Ravi Lane doesn't let go of what's his. And somewhere between his cruelty and his desperate, clumsy attempts to keep her, the lines between possession and love begin to blur-for both of them. She has her father to free, a child to protect, and a future to build from the wreckage of everything she sacrificed. He has six years of guilt, a revenge he can no longer bring himself to finish, and a wolf that won't stop howling for the one woman walking away from him. This is a slow-burn werewolf romance about a woman reclaiming herself, a man learning-too late, maybe-what it means to truly love someone, and whether a bond forged in betrayal can ever become something worth keeping.

𝑺𝒂𝒚 𝒀𝒐𝒖'𝒓𝒆 𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒆 𝒋𝒂𝒂𝒏 𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤-1 *𝐏𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐅𝐨𝐫𝐜𝐞𝐝 𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬* _______________________________________ Anaya Verma dances not for fame, but for survival. At just twenty-one, her body is her currency - not in sex, but in movement. Each performance at Club Elara pays another slice of her dying father's debt, but the shadows closing in are growing darker. One night, the city's most feared billionaire - Vinay Raichand, forty-two, ruthless, and emotionally untouchable - watches her dance. She becomes his obsession. Not for love. For control. He offers her a deal: marry him for one year, play the perfect wife in public, obey his rules in private. In return, her father lives, and her name is cleared of a scandal that could destroy her. But marriage to Vinay isn't a safety net - it's a cage. He's cold, possessive, and damaged in ways even money can't hide. He doesn't want her heart - just her obedience. As Anaya navigates a life filled with velvet chains, locked doors, and broken promises, she must decide what she's willing to endure... and how far she'll go to reclaim her freedom. But what happens when the girl he tried to own becomes the only woman who could break him? Warning: This story contains dark themes, emotional triggers, age gap, possessive love, and scenes intended for mature readers (18+). Read responsibly.

"You can lie to yourself all you want," Asher murmured, his voice low and rough, "but you can't lie to us." His lips claimed hers, a kiss that was both a challenge and a plea. It was fire and defiance, the kind of kiss that threatened to unravel every wall she had spent years building. For a moment, she let herself feel it-the heat, the hunger, the undeniable connection. And then she felt the warm breath of Colton at her ear. His voice was a dark promise, sending a shiver down her spine. "Run all you want, little wolf. We'll always catch you." (Book is written in first person) --------- Avery is a young lawyer that albeit deals with pack issues, has removed herself from that life and wants nothing to do with physically being in a pack. Her parents fucked up marriage has caused her to be completely avoidant and fearful of having a mate so what will she do when two alphas track her down and confront her as their mate? ---- UPDATES EVERY SECOND SUNDAY xx

Previously known as "Destined Love" "𝑨 𝑯𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝑫𝒆𝒔𝒊𝒓𝒆𝒔-𝑨𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝑺𝒖𝒇𝒇𝒆𝒓𝒔" Second book in Destined series

Sofia has spent her life surviving-weathering the kind of pain that leaves invisible scars and a hollow ache behind the ribs. A childhood soaked in fear. Nights filled with silence and slammed doors. Bruises that never quite faded. With nothing but a suitcase of secrets and her little brother's hand in hers, she flees to Cambridge after receiving a letter that feels like salvation: admission to the most prestigious law school in the country. She thought this would be a new beginning. A place for her and her brother to build a new life, to heal, to breathe. Until Lucas appeared in her life. Ruthless, untouchable, and terrifyingly brilliant, Lucas Lockhart rules the university from the shadows-his power unspoken, his presence a storm no one dares to challenge. Cold ocean eyes. Sharp tongue that speaks in threats and poetry. Mind like a blade. Hands that destroy and protect with the same terrifying ease. The moment he sees Sofia, something shifts. She doesn't know it, but she's trespassed into dangerous territory. She thinks she escaped the worst. But the devil wears a tailored suit in Harvard Law School-and he's already decided. She is his.

Nova married Ryder believing he loved her as deeply as she loved him. One overheard conversation destroyed everything. Now the ruthless billionaire is back, willing to grovel, fight, and burn the world down to win her heart again. But some wounds run too deep... and Ryder may end up breaking her even worse the second time.

𝑯𝑨𝑽𝑰𝑵𝑮 𝒀𝑶𝑼𝑹 𝑫𝑬𝑺𝑻𝑰𝑵𝒀 𝑷𝑹𝑬𝑫𝑬𝑻𝑬𝑹𝑴𝑰𝑵𝑬𝑫 even before birth is the sentence for all those descended from the stories cultivated in the lands of Ever After. Son of a king or granddaughter of a witch, none of that mattered when the Storybook of Legends was shoved down their throats. A centuries-old tradition, seemingly unbreakable. [Name] Yarn thinks this is nonsense. "You look like someone shot your dog right in front of you." "Good afternoon to you too, Yarn." | reverse harem | slowburn | genderbend | yandere |

Book 3 The Ruthless Ties Series A love doomed from the start, a forbidden love born in the shadows of a world where loyalty is a weapon and betrayal cuts deeper than any blade. Enemies or lovers? For years, they buried their feelings beneath silence, pride, and the lies they told themselves. In a world where nothing is safe and everything comes at a cost, love was their greatest risk-and their deepest wound. Written in Shackles, the third book in The Ruthless Ties Series, dives into the wreckage of two hearts bound by a past too heavy to escape. It's a story of stolen moments, of desperate touches and reckless hope, set against a dark world where survival demands blood, sacrifice, and unbreakable strength. Their hearts have been bruised, battered, and betrayed-but the real battle is only beginning. Because in this world, love isn't enough. To survive, they'll have to fight for each other... and sometimes, against each other. Prepare to have your heart shattered, rebuilt, and shattered again. This isn't just a story about love. It's a story about what you're willing to lose-and who you're willing to become-for it.

"Are you afraid of me Luna?" He asks, but I can't get the words out I just can't he has me under his control under his spell and I can't seem to escape the only thing is, I don't want to escape. "N-no" I answer back but he only smirks as he whispers "Now what did I tell you about lying princess?" I gulp the way he calls me princess, is just so...ugh...I hate myself for falling for him. He doesn't move away from me so I try and shift a little but he only grabs my wrist together and he looked down with this look on his face "Say my name" Confused I ask "Why?" "Because I wanna make sure you remember it once I do the unimaginable things to you...so say it" My lips tremble but I manage to say "Sergei" He smiles "What a good girl...what.a.good.girl"

- The Haveli She pushed open the heavy wooden door to their bedroom. She barely took one step inside before a hand-large, calloused, heavily ringed-clamped onto her waist from the shadows. She was yanked backward. The door slammed shut behind her. "Vikram," she breathed out. He spun her around, pinning her back against the wooden door. The room was dark, but his eyes were gleaming like a predator's. He was in a black silk kurta, his jaw locked so tight a muscle ticked in his cheek. "Neeche " Vikram's voice was a dangerous, heavy growl. "Un lukhon ke gelya ghani hass-hass ke baat kar ri thi aap?" Vani looked up at him, her heart doing a frantic flutter against her ribs, but she kept her voice light. "Woh toh bas aise hi... normal baat kar rahi thi main," Vani said, trying to sound completely unaffected. Vikram gently caught her hand, lifting it between them. His thumb pressed firmly against her dark mehendi, right over the spot where his identity was traced into her skin. "Bhul gayi ke kiska naam lagya se aapki mehendi mein?" Vikram asked, his voice dropping to a low, lethal whisper full of raw ownership. "Neeche sab dhoondh rahe honge mujhe... chaliye neeche," Vani whispered, placing her free hand on his chest to lightly push him, an obvious attempt to escape the overwhelming tension. "Shh." And before Vani could formulate a single thought, Vikram leaned down and captured her lips. It wasn't gentle. It was a deep, breath-stealing, intensely possessive kiss that consumed her completely, leaving no doubt in her mind-or his-about exactly who she belonged to. ------------------- But fires like this don't start in a single day. It started much earlier. It started on a completely normal afternoon, when a highly irritable, Ludo-obsessed girl from South Delhi looked at the most dangerous politician in Rohtak... and completely mistook him for a dhaba uncle.

"What happens when the ruthless psychopath Hua Yong develops a deadly obsession for Shao You?" ⚠️ WARNING If you love psycho love, over-possessive characters, and toxic romance (like I do 🖤), then this story is for you. If not, PLEASE skip it. This story is purely fictional- not realistic, not meant to be realistic, and should NOT be compared to real life. There will be adult content and dark themes. If this doesn't suit your taste, and you still choose to read after the warning- then you're reading at your own risk. Don't blame me later. I've warned you. 🖤

Ophelia believed in patience. She believed in promises. Most of all, she believed in the man who swore he would wait forever. For five brutal years, she endured the miscarriages, the endless IVF injections, the crushing hope and heartbreak-while her billionaire husband Michael held her through every waiting room and whispered that she wasn't broken. He lied. On their fifth anniversary, a single message from the one person she trusted almost as much as her husband, her younger sister Ava destroys everything. The photo shows a newborn baby. Michael's baby. Ophelia doesn't scream. She doesn't beg. She erases her husband with surgical precision and disappears. But some betrayals create miracles. And some consequences refuse to stay buried. This isn't a love story about forgiveness. It's a story about ruin and the woman who rises from it.

He didn't come to collect a debt. He came to collect me. My father disappeared three months ago. No calls. No texts. Just silence and bills I can't pay on a barista's salary. Then Sebastian Moretti knocked on my door at two in the morning. Black suit. Ice-blue eyes. The kind of face that makes you forget how to breathe-right before it makes you forget how to run. *"Either pay the debt... or belong to me."* *** fNow I'm his fiancée. In public, I smile for cameras. In private, I'm whatever he wants me to be. They call him the Devil of Sicily. Cold. Cruel. Possessive in ways that should terrify me. And they do. But sometimes he looks at me like I'm not a transaction. Like I'm something he's been waiting for his whole life. *** I should hate him. I do hate him. But hate and want are dangerously close, and Sebastian Moretti doesn't share. Doesn't lose. *"You belong to me now. The sooner you accept that, the easier this will be."* I told him I'd never accept it. He almost smiled. *"You'll learn."* A Mafia Romance for readers who love forced proximity, contract marriage, and a hero who burns the world down for the woman he refuses to let go.**