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"Next time....... I'll let you go, I swear, next time." "You liar........You said that the last time too, and before that and before that, you lie, every single time, and like a fool, I hope you mean it, like a fool I believe you, even though you have never believed me........you'll say the same thing next time too." A cruel fate that ties them together, A shared love that never got a chance to bloom, A feeling buried alive, clawing on their hearts. This is a Indian boys love story and omegaverse. If you aren't comfortable please don't read further. TW: Self harm Story rankings(03/02/26)- #1 in sad story out of 45.6k stories #80 in sad out 348k stories #5 in imprisonment out of 756 stories #24 in Indian bl out of 841 stories #102 in MxM out of 25.9k stories #435 in fiction out of 543k stories Note : Please don't stop reading after seeing the Indian bl tag, thinking it's going to be in hindi, I have put translation for non - hindi readers. Copyright © [2026] [ShagzShokker]. All rights reserved. This book and its contents are original and protected by copyright law. Any unauthorized reproduction or distribution is prohibited. Image credits belong to their respective owners; images are used for visual representation only.

Mercan's life was never hers to choose. Trapped between family debts, forced promises, and a future decided by others, she finds herself caught in a marriage she never wanted. Ateş is a man built from fire and scars - driven by revenge, power, and a past he refuses to forgive. When their paths collide, love becomes dangerous, and fate turns cruel. Some bonds are written in blood. Some loves are born in fire. And some choices change everything. NOTE: This is a work of fiction inspired by Turkish dramas. All characters and events are fictional.

Major Rishab Singh 's life has been planned and coordinated to perfection, with protecting the president and performing ceremonial duties he has little to no time for anything unimportant. But as the only son of the prestigious lineage of the sambyal family he is thrust into an arrangement he wouldn't turn to look into once. Between the banter, annoyance and irritation something feels oddly warm and humane. Enter Nanda, the storm to his calm life. A journey of learning, forgiveness and trust. Of ghosts of the past making a return and now its time for Rishab to choose, Build on the future with Nanda or get sucked into the void that came with loving Samara in the past? Join them in the war of worlds! Major × Music teacher Painful slowburn! Assisted by sudowrite

ဘုရားရေ ရော်ဘင်ဟုဒ်ဝတ္ထုထဲဝင်ပြီး မင်းသားဂျွန်ကိုမှချစ်မိသွားတယ် ဘုရားေရ ေရာ္ဘင္ဟုဒ္ဝတၳဳထဲဝင္ၿပီး မင္းသားဂြၽန္ကိုမွခ်စ္မိသြားတယ္

"අහිමි වුනු හිත් වලත් ඒ ආදරේ හරි පරිස්සමට මිහිදන් වෙලා තිබුනා..." "මොහොතක් හෝ තවත් අපහට දුන්නම් තුරුලාට ගෙනම සමුදෙන්න තිබුනා" ................ "ඉතින් අහිමි හිත් දෙකම ආදර ෆැන්ටසියට ඇරයුමක්..." -ඔතොරිගෙන් ඇරයුම-

Tahir Singhaniya marries Yn Sharma after his first wife's unexpected death. He was not a man who was interested in marriage after that tragic loss of his first love. But he had no other choice but to marry Yn for the sake of his nine months old daughter who was now deprived of a mother's love. He had vowed not to love anyone else other than his first wife. But will love bloom between Tahir and Yn? Read 'Vows without Love' to know their story. Subscribe Nikifics on YouTube and follow me on Stck ( Scroll Stock)and Wattpad for more such stories. YouTube: Nikifics~ Instagram: nikifics_18

They said it would be simple-just a few staged photos, fake smiles, and headlines that would fade. For aspiring actor Y/N, it's the chance of a lifetime: a publicity stunt that could open the right doors, bring him closer to his dreams, and help him keep a promise he made long ago. For global pop sensation Sabrina Carpenter, it's damage control-a way to silence the rumors and restore her image after the latest media storm. The rules are clear: keep it convincing, keep it casual, and above all... don't catch real feelings. But under the flashes of cameras and scripted affection, something unexpected begins to stir. With each shared secret, each unguarded moment, the lines between make-believe and something more start to blur. And as the spotlight grows hotter, so do the truths they're both hiding. Because the real story isn't what the world sees-it's the one they're still writing.

PAALALA LANG ANG INYONG MABABASA AY BASE LAMANG SA IMAHINASYON NG MANUNULAT AT ITO AY KATHANG ISIP LAMANG WAG SESERYOSOHIN WANSHAT's •Written by:Your's truly •Main cast: •Ms.Regine Velasquez - Alcasid •Mr.Ogie Alcasid •and others..... I hope you'll enjoy reading this Fan-Fiction Story 😊

"What did you say to Papa yesterday?" Adhvita stood in front of him, eyes blazing with pain and fury. Her tears were ready to fall, but her pride held them back - for now. Ibrahim's heart sank. He had never imagined that the girl he once called his faith would look at him like he was a stranger. He tried to hold her hand. She pushed him away and shouted, "MAINE POOCHA AAPNE KYA KAHA THA KAL PAPA SE?" He couldn't speak. As if something was choking his throat. Red eyes. Silent tears. Fear. Not of being wrong - but of losing her. "...Divorce." The word barely escaped his lips. A loud slap followed. Her world shattered. "So you're leaving me?" she whispered, broken. He closed his eyes, nodded slowly. She trembled. Held his hands. Kissed them. "Just once... say it's a lie, Jaana..." Her tears fell on his hands like drops of pain. "I'll die without you." Her voice cracked, her soul screamed. She fell to his feet. Begging. Crying. Shaking. "Please don't leave me, Jaana... please... take me with you..." No one stopped him. No one held her. He bent down, kissed her forehead. "I love you." Vo jaa rha tha, Woh jaane ke liye hi to aaya tha. ★ Start ~ 14 April 2024 End~

𝐉𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐇𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐝. Number 14 on the pitch. Disappointment to his parents, never been worth enough to love properly, and comes with a bucket load of childhood trauma. He's a cold, mean guy on the surface but there's a lot more to this kid than meets the eye. When he crosses paths with a girl who he's never taken notice of in his life he finds a glimmer of hope. A nightlight in the dark. Maybe they'll be enought to save one another. But only time will tell. 𝐒𝐭𝐞𝐩𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐞 𝐁𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐫. Forever 14. No she isn't dead. Well, not physically anyway. But something inside of her certainly died at this age. With a rough childhood she thought it couldn't really get much worse but every time she thought she'd hit rock bottom it would get ten times worse. Until he came into her life. Number fourteen. With not a lot to go on there's only one person who's able to make her forget all the bad stuff. Even if it's only for a moment. Can he make the number fourteen mean something more than the age she died inside? Let's find out.

Freen thought love was something that would always wait. In the quiet spaces between late nights and fading conversations, she made a choice she could never undo. What started as a moment of weakness turned into a mistake that shattered the only person who ever truly loved her. This is a work of fiction created for entertainment purposes only. I do not intend to represent or reflect the real personalities or lives of Freen Sarocha Chankimha and Rebecca Patricia Armstrong. All events, emotions, and actions in this story are purely fictional.

"‌ေမာင်သိလား....ကျွန်တော်ဘဝမှာ ကျွန်တော့ကိုလိမ်တာကိုအမုန်းဆုံးပဲ....‌ေမာင့်ကို ကျွန်တော်ပြောဖူးပါတယ်" "‌ေမာင်တောင်းပန်ပါတယ်ကွာ....မောင် ရှင်းပြပ့ရစေ"

ئایا کچێکی حەوت ساڵ شایەنی ئەوەیە دەستدرێژی بکرێتە سەر؟ ئایا دونیا دەکرێ هێندە بێرەحم بێت کە کچێکی حەوت ساڵان وەک کچێکی بیست ساڵان مامەڵەی لەگەڵ بکەن

✨UPDATES: Every day at 7:00 am✨ Kashi returns to her ancestral home in Kerala for a quiet holiday. But peace is short-lived when her mother drags her to the local jothsyan, for a "routine consultation."Kashi manages to irk the astrologer with her eye-rolling. His revenge is swift dark times ahead, marriage is the only solution, and it needs to happen immediately. Enter Major Rishab M.- the marriage broker's absolute prize catch. And a too good to be true resume ,With a mixed family heritage. What follows is a collision of North and South! Join them in the war of worlds! Enemies to lovers troup Architect! × Major!

එයාලටවත් නොතේරුනු ඒ කතාව ඔයාලට තේරෙයිද? ඒ හැමදේම........නිර්ඛණ්ඩනයක්.... #taekook #topkook #bottomtae

" ආදරයෙහි මත් වී, ඒ බැඳීමෙන් මිදීමට නොහැකි හදවතක්..! "

[COVER ART AND ALL ART IN THIS FIC IS NOT MINE] Kyoka Jiro likes Denki Kaminari. More than just a friend. She loves him. A lot. However, Kaminari's been acting all distant, and not like himself. No one knows what's going on with him. Now Jiro wants to figure out the root of the problem, and hope she can help him as a loyal and true friend.

I didn't lose her all at once. It happened slowly, in late replies, in shorter conversations, in the quiet feeling of being replaced without being told. I stayed longer than I should have. I adjusted more than I needed to. I became someone I didn't recognize... just to be kept. This is the story of the versions of me I had to let go of before I could finally choose myself. Not everything that leaves is meant to be chased. Some things... are meant to end.

TRIGGER WARNINGS ‼️‼️ Gore Death War Weapons It's a historical fiction based on ww2 back in 1941, about two soldiers. One soldier is depressed, doesn't see the point in life. The other is happy, still smiling even through all that is happening. It's a rough time but they end up meeting new people. This is a 13+ story. This is a historical fiction, there will be romance and gore but nothing too graphic. Not everything is accurate like how it was back in ww2 and please leave a comment. The teaser is only out but I'm working on making actual chapters so don't worry. I apologize for any mistypes. Enjoy!

"How do you expect me to change..." His voice came out quieter than he intended, rough, like it hadn't been used for anything real in a long time. "When you were the one who changed first?" A breath. Uneven. Shaking. "When you were the one who left first... like I was nothing?" He let out a hollow laugh, dragging a hand down his face, but it didn't stop the tears. They slipped anyway, slow and steady, like his body had given up on holding anything back. "It's your fault." The words came out sharper now. Bitter. Certain. "It's all your fucking fault." His chest tightened, rising and falling too fast, like even breathing was starting to hurt. "You broke me." A pause. His jaw clenched, eyes squeezing shut for a second. "Not the other way around. Don't... don't you ever twist it like that." His voice cracked at the edges, but he kept going, forcing the words out like they were the only thing keeping him upright. "I was fine before you." That was a lie. He knew it. But he needed it to be true. "And now look at me." Another laugh, quieter this time, almost empty. "I can't go a second without something in my system. Anything. Alcohol, pills... I don't even care anymore." His hands trembled slightly at his sides, fingers curling into fists like he was trying to hold himself together. "You did that." A long pause. His voice dropped, softer but heavier, like it was finally sinking in. "You're the reason I can't stand being sober." His eyes opened slowly, distant, unfocused. "Because the second I am..." He swallowed, hard. "I remember you." Silence stretched between the words he wasn't saying. Then, almost under his breath, barely there "You didn't just leave." Another pause. "You ruined me."