Hightension Stories

​"I didn't just marry a woman; I married a revolution." ​Noorika Sehgal ~ A middle-class girls with pure heart. a modern architect with a world of blueprints and dreams. She never expected her greatest design would be her own life as the Rani Sa of Udaipur. Thrust into the gilded cage of the Mewar Palace, she must navigate a world of ancient rituals, sharp-tongued elites, and the heavy weight of a crown she never asked for ​Ranvijay Singh Mewar ~ he is known to the world as the stern, disciplined, and occasionally lethal Hukum-rules Udaipur with an iron hand. A King of the Underworld too. He has no room for weakness, yet he finds himself defenseless against the quiet strength of his Heart his noor . Behind the palace walls, the cold King reveals a side only she can see: a protector who will silence the world for her honor, and a man who finds his rhythm in her smile. ​From the grand balconies of the palace to the dusty lanes of humble villages, Noorika is determined to be more than just a King's wife. She is the People's Queen, bridging the gap between royalty and reality with every step she takes. . . . . . . . . . . ​#RoyalRomance #Udaipur #Hukum #IndianRomance #QueenByHeart #darkromance #Hukum's hidden heart

"I thought he was a ghost in my best friend's life. I didn't know he would become the storm in mine." For ten years, Heather Amelie Reyes has been the shadow-sister to Irish Blaire Tuazon. She's survived every heartbreak, every exam, and every late-night crisis by Irish's side. But there was one thing Irish never shared: her father. Gilbert Tuazon was a myth-a series of expensive gifts and "busy" excuses. Until the day he wasn't. When Heather finally walks into the Tuazon mansion, she isn't greeted by an aging, distant father. She's met by a man in his prime. 40s, tall, dark, and radiating a level of raw, unfiltered sex appeal that makes her breath hitch and her composure shatter. He's the man she isn't supposed to notice. He's the man she's definitely not supposed to crave. But as the summer heat rises, the lines of loyalty start to blur. Between stolen glances in the quiet of his study and the agonizing, slow-burn tension that crackles every time they're in the same room, Heather is realizing one terrifying truth: Some lineages are meant to be crossed. And she's never wanted to break a rule more than this one.

Skylar Brown is used to being watched... but she isn't used to being seen. Invited back to her hometown for one unforgettable weekend, she steps into a world filled with speed, pressure, and people who think they own everything - including her time. But somewhere between the noise, the cameras, and the flashing lights, she meets someone different. Someone quiet. Someone kind. Someone who looks at her like she's more than a brand. And for the first time in her life... Skylar has no idea who has the real power.

𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐩𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐚 𝐕𝐚𝐥𝐞 𝐗 𝐀𝐝𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐧 𝐃𝐮𝐬𝐤𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐞

Clara Thorne is an artist built of charcoal lines and ink-stained dreams, just one scholarship away from escaping her family's crumbling legacy. Julian Vance is a man made of sharp edges, expensive tobacco, and a last name that carries the weight of a century-old curse. They were never supposed to meet. But a freak storm, a flying umbrella, and a bone-deep collision change everything. He's the architect of her family's ruin. She's the one thing he isn't allowed to touch. In a city that wants to tear them apart, their attraction isn't just a mistake, it's a wrecking ball. Falling for him was an accident. Staying with him will be a catastrophe. Welcome to the wreckage.

Ember, the princess of Primrose, is determined to inherit the throne, but her father wishes against it. The court is undecided, waiting on what Ember will do in her eighteenth year. The kingdom is falling apart behind the scenes, and King Oliver is determined to keep up the act. Ember goes out, looking for a solution. She finds a handsome spy, a plot to unfold her fathers throne, and secrets. "He lifted my chin with the dagger. I shifted slightly, and he smirked. His eyes looked into mine, locking me in place, his hand holding my leg. "Not so brave now, huh princess?" #1 in royaltycore (06/03/2022) #14 in dark academia (05/19/2022)

Jimmy has everything under control-or so he likes to believe. Perfectionist to the core with a cocky attitude and a glare that could kill, he's used to being the best at everything. And then there's Bello: effortlessly cool, soft-spoken, with a quiet confidence that gets under Jimmy's skin like nothing else. They've never gotten along-too different, too tense, and too aware of each other. But when they're forced to work on a school showcase together, the friction between them starts to shift. Beneath the bickering is a pull neither of them wants to name. As the project (and their emotions) unravel, they'll have to confront the truth: maybe they were never enemies at all. Maybe it was always something else.

The train plunged into the tunnel, swallowing every trace of light. In the pitch-black silence, Arjun's breathing sounded too loud - and so did the faint metallic scrape echoing behind him. His hand darted inside his coat for the revolver, but before his fingers could wrap around it, something cold brushed his sleeve. He froze. The floor trembled as the train jolted sharply. Arjun fell sideways, his briefcase sliding away across the compartment. He scrambled toward it in the dark, heartbeat thundering in his ears. Then, with a sharp flicker, the lights came back. The seat where the man in black had been sitting was empty. Arjun's eyes dropped to the floor - where a single folded note lay beside his briefcase. His name was written on it... in red.

"And good girls..." He smiled with faux innocence as he dropped down to his knees, caressing Trump's exposed thighs. The latter's breath hitched at the touch, her panties feeling uncomfortable compared to before, and feeling very very wet. "Get on their knees for worship." !!!NSFW!!! READ AT YOUR OWN RISK.

​A dead sister. A ruthless king. And a dangerous game of shadows. ​When Norah died in a suspicious car wreckage in Tanzania, the world believed it was a tragic accident. But her twin sister, Elara, knows better. Norah didn't just die-she was silenced. ​Armed with nothing but grief, ice in her veins, and a cloud of her sister's signature vanilla perfume,Elara travels to London to hunt down the man responsible

In a city cloaked in secrets, a skilled assassin named Elysian navigates a life of shadows. When an unexpected betrayal unravels their world, they must untangle a web of lies and confront a dangerous enemy. As the line between predator and prey blurs, Elysian's past and present collide. In the end, only one question remains: will they survive the truth? "In this game of shadows, trust is a currency I can no longer afford. Betrayal is the only truth, and the only thing left to rely on is my own resolve." - Elysian

**Story Description** Revenge was supposed to be simple. Find him. Break him. Deliver him. Maria Romero has spent years learning how to survive in a world that only respects power. When the man responsible for her brother's death finally falls into her hands, she doesn't hesitate. Enzo Rossi is dangerous, manipulative, and far too calm for someone who should be begging for mercy. He should be nothing more than a mission. But revenge is never clean. And captivity is never simple. As miles stretch between them and the world they left behind, silence turns into tension... tension into understanding... and understanding into something far more dangerous. Because grief changes people. Guilt eats them alive. And hatred - real hatred - is never as stable as it feels. He killed her brother. She stole his freedom. Now they're trapped between violence and something neither of them is willing to name. And the closer they get to the end of the road... the harder it becomes to decide who the real enemy is.

if you find this I will break your KNEES . . . Rin needed to find a roommate before he loses his apartment. the new guy and Rin do not get along. It's a cat and dog chase. as the two begin to learn how to tolerate each other finally, problems have just begun to rise from the shadows. and it's not anything good.

Margot Vance deals in numbers, risk assessments, and beige cardigans. As a world-class actuary, she knows the odds of saving her grandmother's crumbling vintage boutique are zero. That is, until she finds "The Dress." ​Vibrant, silk-satin, and dangerously red, the couture gown is rumored to be enchanted-a garment that makes the wearer utterly irresistible. Margot doesn't believe in magic, but she does believe in desperation. To save her legacy from Julian Vane-the cold, predatory real estate mogul who wants to turn her shop into a "Boutique Wellness Center"-she puts on the dress to charm a billionaire investor at the city's most exclusive gala. ​The plan is perfect. Until the elevator doors jam. ​Trapped forty stories up with her sworn enemy, Margot realizes the dress works a little too well. Julian isn't just looking at her; he's devouring her. But in a game of silk and secrets, Margot has to wonder: is it the dress casting a spell, or has the man she hates been hiding a hunger for her all along?.