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"Mom I have told you so many times I don't want to get married," I said to my dear mother, who has not stopped ranting at me. "How long do you want to be an unmarried man? Look at all your friends. Skyler, Zanvil, and now even Skyler have girlfriends, and here you are solving criminal cases. When will you solve your life's case?" My mother taunted me sternly. I pressed my lips in a thin line. "I want to see you happy." She was pissed because I didn't go on a blind date on a Friday. "Mom, I'm happy. I don't want to do blind dates, and I don't ever want to get married. It's not for me," I said sternly, not wanting to take this topic any further. "Then when will I get to see my grandchild?" she said, sounding agitated. If she wanted a grandchild this desperately, then she should not have stopped me from having a surrogate. Only because of her I even gave it a try for surrogacy. "Probably never," I said, cutting the call before she started to do waterworks. "Mom, give me a break," I said in annoyance, and I grabbed my cell phone. I slid up the green button to tell her for the final time. "Hello, am I speaking to Mr. Michele Roberts?" a famine voice said from the other side. I composed myself before opening my mouth. "Yes, you are," I said in a firm tone while still massaging my forehead. I need to take medicine for it. "Sir, I have called you to invite you to the anniversary ceremony of Happy Life Fertility Hospital," she said in her receptionist tone. My brows furrowed when she said that. mouth was sealed when she continued. "We tried to call your wife, but we couldn't reach her. Please bring your four-year-old son too. We are going to do a small celebration because he is our thousandth successful IVF child," she said, sounding happy before cutting the call. The ground beneath my legs was snatched away. I just couldn't believe my ears. What the fuck? I have a wife and a four-year-old son.

"I'm not a man of many words... солнышко," he said softly, the Russian endearment curling off his tongue like smoke-sweet, but choking. "Come closer." She hesitated, her body trembling, tears spilling soundlessly down her cheeks. He watched her, the way fear made her small, fragile-beautiful in a broken way. She rose, slow as a confession, and walked to him because something in his smile promised shelter and tasted like a lie. He leaned in, close enough to feel his breath, and I saw the patient cruelty behind his eyes. "Now," he murmured, his voice turning colder, heavier, "tell me... what did you do to make me want to cut your leg?" The room went still, except for her quiet gasps. He tilted his head, studying her face as if searching for the moment she would break. ............................................................... Linda finally gets her big break - a visa sponsorship job at the Lincoln Foundation. She's placed with the Adams family, a kind couple who welcome her with open arms and treat her like the daughter they never had. Their home is beautiful, their hearts warm, and for the first time, Linda feels a sense of belonging. But everything changes the night of a business party hosted by Mr. Adams. There, she meets Arseny - and from that moment, her dream life slowly turns into a haunting nightmare.

Ira Verma never imagined her new job would land her inside the cold, echoing walls of the Rathore estate-a mansion guarded by silence, secrets, and the brooding presence of the man she's been hired to care for. Devraj Singh Rathore, heir to one of the most powerful families in India, is feared by many and understood by none. Bound to a wheelchair after a brutal attack, he shows no emotion, no warmth... and certainly no interest in the woman tending to him. At least, that's what Ira believes. What she doesn't know is that behind his still gaze lies a storm-dark, obsessive, and dangerously fixated on her. He watches when she's not looking, collects pieces of her she never gave, and burns with jealousy every time his younger brother dares to flirt with her. But Ira has a life outside this mansion. A fiancé her family chose. A future she thought she wanted. Devraj is done pretending. And when obsession begins to crack through restraint, Ira must face a chilling truth: You can only run so far... when the one who craves you is already inside your world.

Helena Alton accepts a summer position at Wetherbrook Hall, expecting only to maintain the discipline of her student and the structure of her days. But she quickly draws the attention of Reginald Sutton: eccentric, wealthy and far too used to getting what he wants. What begins as pursuit and quiet opposition soon sharpens into a psychological dance of control, restraint and unspoken obsession. Reginald orchestrates a game that shifts the very walls of the house to bring her closer. The question is no longer whether she'll leave, but how long he'll let her think she can. ~ She gasped and twisted, but he'd already swept her off the ground in one ridiculous, showman's flourish. Her feet dangled, skirts swaying, while his laughter puffed warm and self-satisfied behind her ear. "Oh, darling canary" Reginald mused, as though this were all her fault, "you do make it so very easy."

She looked up, her lashes heavy with tears that streaked down her face like rain carving through stone. Her breath hitched as she saw him-a silhouette carved in obsidian, lurking in the shadows like a predator savoring the fear of its prey. A scream clawed at her throat, but fear strangled it. It died before it could be born. She turned, desperate to flee, but the room betrayed her. Before she could take a full step, iron arms wrapped around her waist, lifting her like she weighed nothing-like she belonged to him, not herself. The world spun. Then-slam-her back met the wall with brutal finality. His hands were merciless. Fingers like shackles dug into her wrists, pain flaring up her arms. She squeezed her eyes shut, the only rebellion she had left. "Open your eyes." She didn't move. Didn't breathe. "Open your eyes, angel." His voice was darker now, dangerous. His breath ghosted against her skin, and she wanted to disappear. But he was everywhere-his chest pressed against her, stealing her air, branding her with his presence. Another slam. The wall trembled, and she cried out. "I SAID OPEN YOUR EYES!" Slowly, trembling, she obeyed. And then she saw them-his eyes, black like night with no stars, but alive with madness. Obsession. Hunger. Possession. Desire twisted into something cruel. Obsession. Lust. Possessiveness. Dominance. Desire. Control. Love, if love could bleed.

Good Boy (Financial Leverage) : Kai is pure warmth and electric energy-a kind, exciting soul struggling to keep his family afloat. He's undeniably beautiful, but his greatest asset is his hopeful heart. To survive, he takes a job as a live-in assistant and tutor for one of the city's wealthiest families. This throws him directly into the path of Elias. Elias is the heir: calm, chillingly handsome, and completely calculated. He possesses a control and indifference that others mistake for maturity, but Kai quickly sees it's a mask for something darker. Seeing Kai's financial vulnerability, Elias decides the "Good Boy" belongs to him. And this is just the beginning of the story.. read more to find out! WARNING: This story contains mature themes, including detailed depictions of emotional and physical abuse, manipulation, Rape, and psychological distress. Reader discretion is strongly advised.

LA DONNA SERIES #2 This was my first night with my first love ! I mentally squealed. He was super close to me and I could hear my heart pound in my ears . I could smell that he freshened up by the different manly perfume that hit my nostrils. It was oddly familiar but I couldn't put a finger on it . Before I could say a word his lips collided with mine . I was in shock. My first kiss . I tried to respond but it was very rough and demanding and I hissed in pain when he bit my lip . My eyes almost fell out of their sockets when I tasted the metallic taste of blood . I ignored it and tried to give in but I didn't know that it would be this uncomfortable. Suddenly I was on the bed and his big rough hands were roaming all over me . With each second it started hurting more than the second before . "Imran y-you're hurting me ." I started crying not feeling comfortable. He didn't respond. Actually it was as if I told him the opposite because by hearing my voice he was becoming more cruel and more rough . I started crying . "Imran go ea-s-sy." I stuttered and started panicking. He didn't listen . He ignored my cries , started removing his clothes and he tore mine . He got on top of me and I felt a necklace dangling above me . Imran never wore a necklace. Before I could put two and two together I felt an immense pain between my legs and I let out a screeching scream but he put his big hand on my mouth muffling my screams. I started hitting and punching his chest but he wouldn't stop . It hurt so damn much . After a short period of time I felt a liquid dripping from my body . My virginity. It was my blood . My heart shattered and the pain got more immense when I heard his dark deep familiar voice whisper in my ear. "Daughter pays for her father's sins." Those were the last words I heard before having a panic attack and darkness took over me . I knew then for a fact that my life was destroyed this night .

Reyansh Kashyap - a man who despises women and trusts no one.

She wants revenge. He is sworn to protect her. But the empire that destroyed her family... is the one she might have to rule. In a world built on power, loyalty, and blood, some legacies refuse to stay buried. Years ago, NEEL and SHRIDHANI shared a love that should have lasted forever. But tragedy tore their world apart, leaving behind broken promises and a daughter who grew up learning that love rarely survives power. That daughter is SHRAVYA. Determined to escape her past, Shravya builds a new life in Italy, strong, ambitious, and unwilling to let anyone close enough to break her again. Until she meets ARVAYEN VESCARI. Cold, controlled, and dangerously loyal, Arvayen is the right hand of one of the most powerful man in the mafia world. Shravya was never meant to be part of his world. But when buried truths begin to surface, Shravya is forced to face a legacy tied to the empire that destroyed her family. Now revenge calls her back. Shravya will do anything to protect the people she cares about, even if it means becoming the queen of the very empire that destroyed her. Even if it means losing the one man she was never allowed to love. ************************************************************************* SHRAVYA X ARVAYEN "She is under my protection, that's all you need to know" X "Protection was never what I needed. It was loyalty" He can have anything, except her. She wanted him more than she should, which is exactly why she would never let herself have him. NEEL X SHRIDHANI "I didn't just choose her once. I will choose her every day for the rest of my life." "The only thing I ever asked from life... was her." X "I lost pieces of myself to the world... but with him, I finally found where I belong." "The world chose my path. I chose him." # 1 cutecouple - 20/01/2026

・He kissed her scars・ Siya Rajvansh She was meant to run through a feild full of flowers But instead She had to bear the thorns Ishaan Rathore He never meant to fall But when her name was spoke He collapsed on his knees- She was his destruction and devotion.

Willow Astor flees her engagement party barefoot, hijacks a stranger's car, and spends one wild, filthy night with him. The stranger? Justin Wilder, the new butler in her family's mansion. The man she just rode senseless now serves her coffee every day and calls her "Madam Astor." Forbidden heat. Zero regrets. How long until her family and his uniform ruin everything?

​"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."

Due to some consequences, Lavanya and Atharva were forced into an arranged contract marriage. But they neither loved each other, nor were comfortable with each other, yet they were tied in a forced relationship. The ones who didn't believed in love, how will they be able to bloom their relationship? Will they survive? Lavanya, having a deep past, will she be able to overcome it? Or will it again face her? Will Atharva be able to handle her? Or will he leave her at her cost? Atharva is also having a past which is not permitting him to get married, will he ever be comfortable with her? Will Lavanya understand him? To know all the answers to these questions, continue with the story below which you are searching for!!! Started on : 24th March, 2025 Ended on :

I want you to want me. I want you to need me." His eyes search her. Because that's how I feel about you. I'm not the same since I met you. I'm starving for you. People say when you meet the one you love, that person can calm you down. Make you better." He shakes his head. "You fucking fan my flames. You make me feel invincible." He sighs heavily. "You deserve better than me," he whispers, placing his head against hers, "but I'm too selfish to let you go. She is annoying as hell. With no filter and an eternally sunny disposition. She says whatever's on her mind, no matter how poorly judged it might be. She's everything I don't want. But she might just be everything I need. And I don't know how much longer I can resist her sweet smile and her sinful curves... . . .

He is dangerous..she is light;() Alexander Vargas owns the night..the city and soon her heart.!! But obsession has its price:) Will love survive his secret??

One such matrimony that began with a great blunder. Will that marriage be able to pave the way for true love? The union between these two individuals was characterized by a sense of obligation for one and a feeling of proud and satisfaction and honor for the other. So, let's see the story of Harshvardhan Rathore and Vasunshara Vyas, whose marriage was a fraud.

"You... you are my destiny... my curse... my end..." Dev's smile was cold victory. He leaned close, whispering against her ear, his breath a cruel caress. "That's it, doll. That's the truth. You're branded now. Your screams, your blood, your words - mine. Forever." The leather slipped from his hand. Arohi collapsed, trembling violently. Her back was torn, raw with lashes, She fell, her knees unable to hold her weight. Dev caught her before she hit the ground. His arms wrapped around her- not gentle, but possessive, claiming. He looked down at the broken girl in his hold, her lashes still glistening with tears. Her lips parted, her voice a shredded whisper. "No more... please... I can't..."

Two worlds, as different as light and shadow, are quietly on a collision course. One is guided by faith and gentle conviction, the other by power and secrets hidden behind a clean facade. In between chance encounters, unexpected choices and paths crossing in ways unimaginable, there's a story filled with hope and changes forming. A story of unseen hands guiding hearts, of storms both literal and of the soul, and of the fragile beauty that can emerge when worlds thought incompatible begin to intertwine. Sometimes, the smallest moments carry the weight of the greatest changes, and fate works quietly, waiting for the right moment to reveal itself.

Tae: hey y/n come with me I want to f*@k you Y/N: Tae leave my hand everyone is seeing us and also jimin told me to wait here Tae: if you will not come with me I will f*@k you infront of everyone Y/N: you are the only person who rejected my proposal and you said "don't like chubby girl like me"so now why you like me??????? Tae: who said I like you??? No I will never like you and your figure, I just like your tears which escape from your eyes when I hurt you, I wants to see you in pain Y/n: I knew you did not likes me so only I move on now I had a very good life with jimin don't ruin my happiness Tae: how you easily move like this y/n oh I forgot you are the bit@h who can easily go many men for money 💸 Y/N: why you behave like this to me, I already move on tae,now I date jimin so please don't disturb me. Tae: you are mine y/n incase you want to marry him (jimin) I will make you mother of my child so maintain distance with him. Or be ready to become a mom This story "YOU ARE MINE" is based on fictional story,BTS 💜 members names are mentioned in this story don't take it seriously it's just a fictional story. About story: Taehyung is a short temper person he didn't believe in love also he hates Y/N from the bottom of his heart and heroin of this story is Y/N about her,she loves tae One Side (the whole story is about how she confess her love to him he will accept her love or not ) *******************SCHOOL LOVE ******************** TRUE LOVE CAN CHANGE ANYONE WAIT AND SEE Y/N LOVE WILL CHANGE HIM OR NOT *Pictures of this story is not mine all credits goes to real owner but this story and story line is my own work

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