This novel is not for kids under 18y. Writer by : erea.ona

Smutt Fluff Maybe angst this will contain lesbian, gay and straight (if it's straight, the male will not be dominant it's all femdom.) BDSM

အထက်တန်းမှာ ကြိုက်ခဲ့တဲ့အချစ်ဦးလေးနဲ့ 3နှစ်ကြာပြီးနောက် ပြန်တွေ့သောအခါ...

រឿងមួយនេះជាប្រភេទ BL s*x ចង់អានក៏អានចុះតែបើប៉ះពាល់អារម្មណ៍កុំបន្ទោសអ្នកសរសេរឲ្យសោះហើយក្នុងនេះក៏មានពាក្យមិនសរម្យច្រើនដែល🤏🔞 Taekook all story 🤯 ____________________________ Writer by me junalifa <3

17 ans, marocaine et turc, Zayira.. une fille complètement perdu sur sa vie, va bientôt être mise à la rue. Elle va faire la rencontre d'un groupe qui va changer sa vie à jamais..

The intimidating yet Charming Lawyer Siddhant due to some reasons stay as a paying Guest at a house, where he meets Navedita who is Insecure about her weight and worried about her career but there is something...which act as a hindrance and i.e Navedita's Father who is very protective for his daughter and Warns Siddhant to maintain a decent distance with Navedita!! So how will Loving the Paying Guest be Possible? This story will feel so real to guys because it will be a stubble romance Book that you will love ! And a Little secret (Whispering)....The story is as hot as the main leadssss 😉 Copyright action's - If My work will be copied by any means or way, there will be strict actions against the person ! So beware and produce story with your own mind, no need to be a cheater ! Sorry for sounding rude but this is my hardwork and I can't let anyone copy it simply. #no.1 Rank - Wattpadindia (1 july 2024 and going on) #no.1 Rank - Romcom (2 July 2024) #no.2 Rank - Indian (July 13th 2024) #no.1 Rank - India (July 2024) #no.3 Rank - Desi (July 2024) #no.1 Rank - Indianauthor #no.3 Rank - WattpadIndia (July 2024) #no.10 Rank - Wattpad #no.5 Rank - Indian #no.8 Rank - Slowburn # no.5 Rank - Desi # No.90 Rank - Wattpad

A boy named Jake with a secret

Sxs Oneshots 🤪

𝐕𝐢𝐯𝐚𝐚𝐧 𝐑𝐚𝐣𝐯𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢 𝐗 𝐉𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐯𝐢 𝐌𝐚𝐝𝐚𝐧. In a world that screams, I stand in despair, My voice drowned out, lost in the air. Chains of tradition tighten each day, I long to escape, but I'm forced to stay. Each breath I take feels heavy and torn, Every mistake a scar I've worn. I crave a sky where I can be free, Away from the walls that imprison me. For now, I sit with my heart in pain, Silent, yet screaming, again and again. Though shattered, a spark in me still survives, Dreaming of freedom where my soul can rise.

Collection of different Indian short stories.