Softfmc Stories

Sanjh Sharma A graceful Kathak dancer when agrees to an arranged marriage with the heir of one of the most powerful political dynasty, she steps into a world of secrets, power, and cold walls that refuse to let her in. "In his world of power and shadows, my only weapon is truth." Karthik Aryaveer Verma He is everything she isn't-ruthless, reserved, and untouchable. A man who has stopped believing in love, he sees marriage only as a duty. Yet Sanjh's quiet strength and unshakable kindness begin to stir emotions he thought he'd buried forever. "Some walls are built to protect,Others as well as yourself" But behind the Verma family's grand facade, lies danger. Whispers of betrayal shadow their every step, and someone is targeting the one person Karthik would kill to protect-his sister. As Sanjh fights to protect those she loves, she becomes more than a wife. She becomes Karthik's weakness... and his salvation. A story of love, betrayal, and healing where a gentle heart dares to conquer a ruthless one.

Vanya Calloway believes in fairytales. She runs a small town bookstore, spends her days lost in love stories, and dreams of a prince charming who'll sweep her off her feet. Zayden Malik is no prince.... he's a biker with a dangerous past, scars he doesn't talk about, and a heart he swears he doesn't have. Sent to the small town to "change," he never expected to meet a girl like her. She's light. He's darkness. She wants love. He doesn't believe he deserves it. But when their worlds collide, neither of them is ready for the ride that will change everything. Tropes: - Biker MMC - She falls first - Touch her and 💀 - Bad Boy × Good Girl - Soft FMC - Dark - Emotional

Carmen Lucia James Sanches knows the worst part of life, drugs, alcohol, rape, and neglect. When her mother was raped at sixteen Carmen was forced to deal with her mothers love for violence, and the neglect she gave her daughter. Yet somehow Carmen still loved her more than she loved herself. When her mother dies, and she's forced to move to Italy with her grandfather and cousins nothing like her she doesn't know what to do. Where they are sharp, she is soft. While they're secretive, she's an open book. Can she survive a world built on vengeance without becoming a part of it?

Juniper Evergreen is just an ordinary girl. Her dream in life is to take over her dearly departed parents' bookstore and work alongside her best friend, whose essentially her brother, and live a peaceful, quiet life. That is until one fateful night when she is whisked away into the world of royalty by Madame Humphrey who tells her she is in line for the Harken throne and must immediately depart to Ollivander's Academy for Royals. Here, she is assigned a guard, Warren, who she irks and evades at every possible moment. While a prince of the Academy attempts to court her, as required by class, Juniper finds herself falling for her constant companion instead. Will her heart or head win out? Will Juniper survive taking to the Harken throne?

"He laughed," she whispered. "This cold, empty laugh. He said, 'You don't get to say no to me, Anya. You lost that right the day you promised you'd never leave.'" "He... he grabbed me. Not like he usually does, not with that possessive passion. This was just... force. He pinned me to the bed. I fought him, Ira. I really did. I scratched his face, I screamed. But he's so much stronger. He just... he held me down and he... he forced himself on me." "It was... it was like being fucked by a stranger. There was no love in it. No passion. Just this... cold, clinical need to prove a point. To prove that he could. That my body was his, whether I was willing or not."

𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐞. 𝐇𝐞 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐢𝐦. Kaashvi Mehra wasn't built for submission- But Aarav Rai Singhania never asked for permission. What began as a moment of spite spiraled into something messier. Darker. Addictive. He was supposed to resist. She was supposed to walk away. But obsession doesn't come with warnings. And neither of them knows how to stop. It started with a kiss. Now it's war disguised as desire. -This isn't a smut-heavy story-it's a slow burn, emotionally rich, desi romance with just the right edge of intensity.

𝙃𝙚 𝙞𝙨𝙣'𝙩 𝙨𝙪𝙥𝙥𝙤𝙨𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙤 𝙛𝙚𝙚𝙡 𝙖𝙣𝙮𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙝𝙚𝙧. 𝘽𝙪𝙩 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙨𝙩𝙤𝙧𝙮 𝙝𝙖𝙙 𝙖𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙥𝙖𝙩𝙝 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙝𝙞𝙢 Jacks has been in exile for seventeen years, his heart still fractured from losing the only girl he thought he could ever love: Donatella Dragna. When Isolde steps into his ruined church, the daughter of the man who stole his obsession away from him. he sees her as a thorn from the same rose that wounded him. the more he realizes the truth-the prophecy was wrong. 𝘐𝘴𝘰𝘭𝘥𝘦'𝘴 𝘫𝘶𝘥𝘨𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘢𝘭 𝘨𝘢𝘻𝘦 𝘳𝘰𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘪𝘮, 𝘵𝘸𝘪𝘤𝘦 "𝘐 𝘦𝘹𝘱𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘰 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘣𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳." 𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺. "𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘐'𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘐 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘨𝘦𝘵." 𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸𝘴 𝘪𝘵'𝘴 𝘥𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘢 𝘧𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘱𝘪𝘴𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘦𝘹𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘱𝘰𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘳𝘢𝘨𝘰𝘯. 𝘏𝘦 𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘢 𝘣𝘳𝘰𝘸. 𝘐𝘧 𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘰𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘥. 𝘐𝘵 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘤𝘳𝘰𝘴𝘴 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘢𝘶𝘵𝘪𝘧𝘶𝘭 𝘧𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘦𝘴. "𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘐 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘷𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘭 𝘸𝘰𝘶