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Nineteen-year-old Dhvani was a 21st-century university student drowning in chronic academic panic when her mind completely short-circuited. She expected to wake up in a hospital bed, not flat on her back on the shores of the ancient Dwarka, trapped inside what she assumed is a stress-induced dream. Love and relations were introduced as transactions to her- would that perspective of hers get a transition? An alternative-universe slow-burn.

Will he get past his parents murder , will he be able to uncover the ultimate truth of his parents murder ??? will he be able to find his solace his Poovizhi , will he be able to navigate into the dark river of criminals in his own family what will happen when he finds the secrets of the throne he was destined to sit on would he be able to rule and conquer his inner demons

At Braemuir Keep, secrets do not stay buried. On a storm-lashed night in 1837, Elspeth Braemuir dies giving birth to a daughter no one expected and few may be willing to accept. With her final breath, she leaves behind only a child, a whispered promise, and the dangerous truth that the babe was born of love. Years later, the echoes of that night still haunt the old Scottish keep. Letters, secrets, and forbidden devotion bind the Braemuir family to a past they cannot escape. Some loves are hidden. Some promises are kept too late. And some ghosts are not ready to sleep.

"𝓜𝓪𝔂 𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓼 𝓼𝓽𝓸𝓻𝔂 𝓯𝓲𝓷𝓭 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓹𝓪𝓻𝓽𝓼 𝓸𝓯 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝓼𝓽𝓲𝓵𝓵 𝓫𝓮𝓵𝓲𝓮𝓿𝓮 𝓵𝓸𝓿𝓮 𝓲𝓼 𝔀𝓸𝓻𝓽𝓱 𝓼𝓾𝓻𝓿𝓲𝓿𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓯𝓸𝓻." ♡⃝☁️𝒫𝒶𝑔𝑒𝓈 • 𝒫𝒶𝓁𝒶𝒸𝑒𝓈 • 𝒫𝓇𝑜𝓂𝒾𝓈𝑒𝓈 • 𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝒱𝑒𝒾𝓁𝑒𝒹 𝒮𝓊𝓁𝓉𝒶𝓃𝒶 𝒰𝓃𝒾𝓋𝑒𝓇𝓈𝑒 ♡

It was the sound of silk tearing. No, that is not right: It was the sound of silk being shredded, rent down its base components. This was not a dainty tear like the one Greyson had inflicted on Annabelle's delicate pink gown-it was a violent, ripping noise. However, it was still lost in the louder sounds in the cavern. It was the other sounds that caused the laughter and jocularity to fizzle out, the mirth dying person-by-person. Snapping, creaking, a low groaning began to fill the spaces between the chuckles and snorts. The unmistakable sound of more fabric tearing highlighted the oddness of the other noises. Greyson still had his back to Annabelle, reveling in the moment. A mocking sort of laughter still dribbled from his mouth, but was soon the only voice in the great cavern.

In this historic romance short story a young widow farewells the man she loves. This is a story of unrequited love between an Englishwoman and an exotic man of the East

Kalon kA-lon - beauty that is more than skin-deep In a land where soulmates exist and the Light fights evil, the family Valois- Burgundy is swept up in a dangerous maelstrom of events that not only endangers the fragile balance between Light and Dark, but their very lives as well.

Elara, a sun-kissed healer with a secret - the illegitimate daughter of a Grand Duke and a humble maid - possesses the magic of light. Born into a world of shadows and whispers, she hides her power, living a life of quiet servitude until fate intervenes. To prevent a devastating war between the realms of light and shadow, she's forced into a marriage of political convenience with Lord Valerian, a man as cold and enigmatic as the shadows he commands. Valerian, a master of shadow magic, bears the scars of a brutal past - the Siege of Blackwood, a battle that shattered his world and left him haunted by horrors he witnessed. Desperate for vengeance and consumed by grief, he made a pact with a dark entity, gaining immense power but losing his way. He is a prisoner of his own darkness, a man torn between the noble soldier he once was and the shadow he has become. Their union is a fragile treaty, bound together by duty and shared destiny, Elara and Valerian must navigate a treacherous court rife with betrayal and hidden agendas. Their contrasting mystic powers - hers a beacon of hope, his a shroud of darkness - clash as fiercely as their personalities . But amidst the political machinations and the simmering tension, an undeniable attraction ignites. As they fight to control their powers and their burgeoning feelings, they unearth a conspiring far greater than either could have imagined. A secret that could shatter the fragile peace they've forged and reveal the true cost of their union. Will their love blossom amidst the shadows, or will their opposing forces destroy them both? Their destinies - and the fate of their kingdom - hang precariously in the balance.

Tatiana Aysel, daughter of a turkish noble of bengali descent, has a lack of adventure and romantic gestures in her life. one fine night at the grand gala traditional ball, as she enters, her wandering dark brown eyes set on a tall, handsome and turkish young man, whose eyes, icy cold blue, were glaring into hers as well. sparks fly when the man asks her to dance and they get lost into each other's arms. however, her life fills up with confusion, chaos, love, jealousy and comfort, after that very night. read the story to know what happens after dear tatiana's dance with dashing turkish general's son, Erman Yilmaz and after the appearance of his best friend, Osman Yavuz, who also has his eyes on Tatiana.

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She didn't have royal lineage in her blood, but was destined for the throne. He was born into the mightiest empire of his times and ascending the throne was a mere fact. She was taught that nature makes all the laws and humans must just follow them , as and when time changes, laws also change. Laws are the only stationary , they don't change, can't change, he had learnt. She was like a warrior in the army of the mother goddess, he revered her as if she was the holiest of them all. She was Sita. He was Ram. DISCLAIMER This story is a pure work of fiction. The main characters and some of their characteristics have been inspired from the ramayana. Books like scion of ikshvaku, sita: the warrior of mithila and the shiva trilogy deserve a lot of credit for igniting ideas of this story. This story doesn't intend to hurt any religious sentiments.

Park Jimin has just become the new king of Joseon since his dad just died but the officials are rushing him to choose a queen. So the selection begins even though everybody knows Bae Irene will win since she is the daughter of the highest official in the court. Even the king, Park Jimin knows this so he is always cold to her no matter what but that's not the only reason. Jimin suspects the Bae family had something to do with his father's death and investigating it privately. To Jimin, something about his father's death seems fishy and he thinks the Bae family is a bunch of greedy people who hold the poor in disain. But deep down, Irene doesn't want this either, she never asked to be queen, she never asked to be the daughter of the highest official, she just wanted to be herself. But will Jimin ever learn to love her?

In a world divided by water and gold, two souls are bound by duty-and find something neither expected. Garahel Caravet, stoic lord of the coastal city of Cavaret, knows little of warmth or sun-drenched shores, having fought tooth and nail all his life to recover his family's recently fallen power. He truly trusts only those closest to him, for if he gave anyone else a knife to sit and dine with him, they would be more likely to stand up and kill him. Mei Lien, spirited princess of the mountain-framed kingdom of Nataria, has only heard whispers of the western kingdoms due to Nataria's isolationist values. She was sheltered by an overprotective father, and knows little of how to rule a kingdom, or dominate a court. When pirates start robbing Nataria of its valuable trade, and Cavaret finds itself backed into a diplomatic corner by the other nobles of Cardaize, the only way out for either side seems to be their arranged marriage. Both assume the worst of each other, having heard rumors from across the sea, but neither have much choice. Their worlds could not be more different. Their customs clash, their expectations are low, and their personalities struggle to mesh; but as tides shift and walls begin to fall, Garahel and Mei Lien discover that love, like the ocean, follows its own path. A slow-burning, culturally rich romance set against a backdrop of political tension, and royal expectations, This is a heart-stirring tale of connection, identity, and The Union of Land and Sea. Perfect for fans of lush worldbuilding, quiet love stories, and characters who grow together-even when everything around them might seek that they shatter and fall.

Free bonus epilogue to The Cabin on Mistawis: https://brandi-nighlock.kit.com/71603d66bf In prim, watchful Deerwood, Verity Stirling has been quietly written off-nearly thirty, unmarried, and unable to want what she's "supposed" to want. Then a blunt letter from Dr. Trent drops into her lap with a sentence she can't ignore: a fatal heart condition, perhaps a year to live... perhaps less. With time suddenly sharpened to a knife-edge, Verity turns her back on the Stirling clan's rules and edges toward the one life Deerwood calls improper-Joss Blackwood's. Joss has a battered old car, a reputation that makes good people sniff, and a mysterious cabin on an island in Lake Mistawis. At Mistawis, among pines, water, and borrowed courage, Verity begins to build her own "blue castle"-and risks a love that could finally make her life her own.

How would Jane know that a simple charity ball would turn out to be a vampire feast? Now she and the strange man, Vincent, must hunt down the Blodwell clan before her friend Evelyn and her brother Andrew are both mincemeat. Set in the Elizabethan Era, lots a cute vamp x human fluff.

"What is love worth when the price is everything?" "When love and duty stand on opposite sides... which one will you choose?" If you ask her she would have said duty without any second thought... "It's about the choices that echo across generations... and how love, when finally chosen freely, can change history."

"Why always in a hurry, you girl? Huh? You can't escape from me. From the second you lost." His grip on her arm tightened making her wince arching her back. His dangerously husky voice sent shivers down to her spine still maintaining her anger on him. "I didn't lose. I won't lose till I am alive. I won't let anything happen to Prathaangarh untill I am alive. Get that into your head, you King." She had a loaded confidence to slip out from him and get back to her place. "You are stuck here with no other way around, understand. You know, Your king left you taking away his empire. You have no other option to be a slave. " He mocked her making her more angry. "You are no one to tell me if there is a way or no. Dare you say anything about my Prathaangarh or the king. He didn't leave me. He respected my words through his actions. And for being a slave for you, that is my will. I will never think in my dreams to serve a monster who killed my brother." She spat without any fear which angered him more. His darkened eyes was much more visible for her to make her scare. "Again and again you are welcoming yourself to hell, girl. Never ever give answers back to me." He roared pulling her more close crossing her arms back as she closed her eyes in pain. Yet she didn't back out. "You are no one to control me." ~•~• Who said anger cannot be controlled by anger? When one's anger clashes with another's anger it is nullified. But what will happen if the anger has no way to nullify? She is the lightning and he is fire. Damini, A fierce warrior and an epitome of exceptions. She was a heart of all people at Prathaangarh. But a battle tossed her life giving a new turn of truths. What a battle can lead to? Enemity, rage, realisation.... Love?? To get to know read Damini-the unknown princess. *********

Have you ever got so lost in a book it's as if you were actually there. Estelle Bennett was left a little Old bookstore that used to belong to her grandmother, it was a place that Estelle had loved since being a child and her Grandmother had always said it was a place that you could escape from reality. 17th Century Paris is the backdrop along with the streets and palaces, The Kings Musketeers are now more than words in Estelles book