Aisha Jeavons.
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Aisha no es la típica chica virgen, esperando una relación fantasiosa de novela, ella no espera que un chico malo se enamore de ella y vivan felices para siempre.
Ella es realista y sabe que eso nunca va a pasar aunque tampoco espera que pase.
Ella es la que domina en la relación, pone sus propias reglas, sus propios límites y decide quien entra y sale de su círculo de amigos.
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Imperfect but mine
I was never the damsel in distress, but the damsel who created the distress. I was irresistible and every boy's fantasy. I was an overachiever and I always got what I wanted; my father made sure of that. He had the purest heart and the kindest soul. He saw past my vanity and I fell in love with him. But, I betrayed him and my lies ruined our lives. Apologizing wasn't enough, because what I had broken was beyond repair. Is this a love story? I don't know. All I know, is this story - it's imperfect but it's mine. PS: Though this short story is inspired by characters in the drama Yeh Dil Mera, written by Farhat Ishtiaq; it can be read as a standalone. **being edited**Concluída
Abandoned wife
Vindictive words of your beloved hurts the most. At first you are taken aback. You won't believe its from them. It cause unbearable pain at first but pain doesn't lessen in second, third and so on time. As the time passes intensity of the pain increased and at one point either you completely succumbed or became immune to every emotion. This is story of Vindictive Akshay and headstrong Smita. "I'll do as I please. Who are you to stop me? "Anger radiating from each cell of Smita. Her eyes were shooting daggers and pupils dilated.Nostrils were flared, muscles clenched and fist is ready to hit him. " Ah my feisty princess is back. "he remarks. " I am not yours infact I never was. "she snapped. He took calculative steps towards her and holds her waist tightly with one hand. " What are you doing?" Smita struggles in his arms. She moved her hands vigorously to free herself from his grip but no avail his grip tightened on her waist. He pulled her towards him. Her breast were touching his bare torso. Her each movement now igniting raw passion and desire. Her breath became uneven and her struggle subsides.Its good for her as her efforts is sterile in compare to his strength. His hand touched her neck and stopped at her chin. He lifts her chin and looked directly into her eyes. "kiss me. "he ordered her. His words felt like venom. It felt like someone pour molten lava in her ears. She tries to push him away but his grip strengthens. "You will kiss me today sweetheart. "his words ran shivers in her spine. " please "came a whisper from her. " You can leave AFTER KISSING ME" his emphasise words broke her hope. She stands on her tip toes, hold his face in her hands and placed her lips on his. His hand caressed her hairs and pulled her closer. He took all she have. When they were breathless he broke the kiss. "Forever mine, all mine, mine only . "he remarked. "Never yours." English is not my first language so you may witness grammatical errors.Concluída
Killing Her Softly
A Zurena FanFic. One-shot, but really, really long. 2nd person/Zulema's POV (Congratulations, you get to be Zulema)! Set in Season 5. Takes place after New Year's but prior to Maca telling Zulema that she quits. I wrote this to make El Oasis make sense in my own head, because while the Zurena interactions were on point, the story-line was total crap. I'd prefer not to give too much away here, but I understand that people like to know what they are getting themselves into, especially given the length of this work. So I will say this... This is written as a sort of stream-of-consciousness piece that takes a dive into Zulema's psyche as she navigates a meaningful day and reflects on herself and her relationship with Maca. It's written from Zulema's perspective, and truthfully second-person usually isn't my favorite, but it just felt right for this story. So for those of you who find that approach awkward, I hope you will still give it a chance. This is the first fic I have ever written, so feedback is truly appreciated. And since I couldn't get the d@mned Dedication option to work, I will add that here as well- This fic is dedicated to my little fried shrimp who inspired me to write it, encouraged me to publish it, helped me with the Spanish bits, acted as the world's greatest sounding board, and without whom it would not have ever happened. She's also responsible for the amazing cover! So, gracias mi camaroncito frito. This is for you. Te quiero <3 Note: I don't own the rights to the characters (or show) and am not making money off them. I just love them and like to play with them.Concluída
𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐁𝐎𝐘 || Kevin Alvarez
(In the make of being updated) "She just makes me go crazy, I can't stop it." 1|| After moving into Mexico for an unknown reason, you find yourself curious and hard headed to your new environment. After an attempt to make you happy, your parents take you to a soccer game. Then you find a soccer player that caught your eye, and his eye as well. Slowly and slowly you guys seem to find each other wherever you go. 2|| Being on and off with the famous soccer player, it's causing a ton of stress for the both of you. Not to mention, your old possessive boyfriend moved near you. This causes you to have to pick between him, or Kevin. Both of the men want you back, but the fighting is to hard. 3|| chaos, destruction, desire and depression lingering in the air. It all seems to cool down when you made your final choice on who you wanted, the love triangle ended, and you and Kevin were happy. No more drama, right? Well, you were far off from right. The story hasn't even begun. And not a happy ending. - Kevin let you push him down. He actually felt relief. The feeling of you touch on him again felt good. He didn't care if it was only just a touch. He missed you, but he still hated you. He still hated how you made him cry, how be you played him. He still hated you because he still loved you. You looked him in the eye, his hair was fluffy and his clothes were all messed up. That made him look so attractive, you just wished he liked you. You knew he hated you. He looked you in the eye as well, he didn't know what you were gonna do. But he just wished you start touching in him, for some reason he longed for that. To his surprise you did. You started to touch down his chest, feeling that dwelling pain of sadness go away. And lust take its place. You sat onto top of him, Kevin let it happen. He didn't dare to stop it, not when he was finally get what he wanted. • ENGLISH DIALOGUE • SPANISH PHRASES Book 1|| 'lover boy' Book 2|| 'crazy boy'Concluída
Unwritten Destinies- Reunion of Lost Love
He took a deep breath, stepping closer. "Inaaya, ever since I met you, I've felt something special. You're not just a friend to me; you're the person I think about all the time. I like you, Inaaya. More than just a friend." His words hung in the air, the silence thick with emotion. I felt my heart race, my cheeks flushing with warmth. "Atharv, I... I feel the same way," I admitted, my voice barely above a whisper. His lips brushed against mine, soft and tentative. The kiss was gentle, like a whisper, and it sent a shiver of pleasure down my spine. "No Atharv! You don't understand. I killed him. Because of me he is no more in this world. I..... I killed my best friend" My heart ached as I walked to the train station, the weight of my grief and regret pressing down on me with each step. Atharv Chauhan ❤️ She was his first. First everything. First love, first kiss, first emotions. A nerd who had never seen anything beyond his books, but he fell in love with his high school best friend. Now CEO of Chauhan Enterprises. The youngest CEO ever. A genius, but hardened. He had erased the word "love" from his dictionary ten years ago. Now, he had only one goal: to achieve, Attain and Succeed. 💕 Inaaya Rathore ❤️ She Was a diva, but not a bitch. Boys lined up behind her, but for her, her two friends were enough. Someone who had never received love dared to fall in love with someone. Her high school best friend. But fate had other plans. Will they meet again? Will they heal each other or move down to different paths? Let's dive into the story of Atharv and Inaaya and find out.
Broken Without You
-Romantic Thriller Highest ranking - #59 (India) "Love is the irresistible desire to be irresistibly desired" Aisha Solanki was at the peak of her career, heading a major fashion magazine and earned herself the name of Fashion Princess. Her popularity and power got her invited into one of the most prestigious fundraiser gala ball of the year where she was destined to meet someone who would make sure that her life never remained the same. Ruhaan Jindal was a hot, ruthless billionaire who had given up on love and relationships the day he saw the dead body of the love of his life-Ahaana. Even after having the love and attention of his entire family, the enormous fame and wealth, gorgeous women to take place of his dead wife - he could never really move on. He felt like a hollow and worthless human all the damn time. He couldn't save her. For him, that was his defeat. When Aisha walked into his life like a storm, their lives literally turned upside down. Aisha couldn't believe her eyes. Ruhaan couldn't understand how a dead person could possibly come back to life. Aisha had tons of questions in her mind and Ruhaan wanted answers to his numerous questions. _ Read this book to witness the journey of two souls, in whose story, destiny played the cupid. A tale of heartbreak and love, friendship and loyalty, passion and aggression, secrets and mysteries. Many dirty secrets will unveil, real intentions and faces will be exposed, past will come back knocking on the door and haunt them until they suffocate. How does it feel like to love someone with emotional baggage? How does it feel to love someone when you don't know how to trust anyone around you? How does emotional trauma feel? How does life with a complete stranger feel? > P.S - This is not an amnesia story where the lover seems to be dead and then comes back to life and then the whole 'remembering the past' process follows. Nope.
Aquamarine (A Rafe Cameron x Sofia Fanfiction): Outer Banks
"The first thing my eyes caught on about him was his eyes. They were blue. No, not blue, Aquamarine." Sofia Ramirez has way too much on her plate. A former ballerina whose pointe shoes have been worn down and battered in vain; a burnt-out twenty-one-year-old who wants to glide her old paint brushes to create something, but life grabbed her by her wrists to clean tables at the local country club. A Pogue whose dreams are too huge to fathom, yet her dreams are only that. Just dreams that float around her mind since her body is nailed to help her family from poverty in any way she can. And now, her heart got thrown around because of a boy. No, not just any boy. By Rafe Cameron. Rafe Cameron carries too much for his age. A Kook with too much baggage and trauma stemming from his birth and his demons under his bed clawing their way every day to taunt him as he heavily takes a breath; he is, one way or another, tired. He has been endowed with a lot. It is too much that all he is known for is his reputation. Not only his but his whole bloodline. He is the apple that didn't fall from the tree. And he doesn't know if he likes it or not. Sometimes, it feels like all is there in life for him is his hands cleaning the blood of his own mistakes or his dad's legacy. So, he wants to create his dynasty. And then, And then, he encounters something endangered in his life. A chance at unfettered, unadulterated affection in the form of Sofia Ramirez. So, what happens then? Can a boy with too many vices fall in love with a girl with too much love to give. This is the story of a psycho and the love of his life. A RAFE CAMERON X SOFIA \\ OBX FANFICTION.
My Babies Mystery Daddy. (Completed March 2021)
(Mature content) (Highest ranks listed) (Editing slowly) A simple last night out with my girls before I move to America. Drinks are flowing, hips moving & laughing like we have no worries in the world, & an encounter with a drop dead gorgeous man, whos eyes could see my soul like we belonged & his hands ohh 🤪 but I left before he woke mortified. I never had a one night stand. Only problem now is I left with something belonging to him. So here I am 4 years later and my boss is retiring. Who's my new boss you ask. Well you guessed it & Does he remember me? I hope not as theirs more than my feelings at stake now. *********************************** Eoin Ryder now 29 year old badboy billionaire. Eoin cant get a girl named Saoirse (sheer-sha) out of his head for years. That one incredible night has had him searching for that connection again. He dates but nothing to serious as he compares them to her beauty. Is there such thing as love at first sight. Will he find her again. If so what will he do. What will she do. Though he is in for a shock. Laughter, tears, anger, sex & possible loss. This book has it all. Hey everyone 😁 this is my 1st ever book/story to write & writing it from my phone. If its boring or silly I do apologise. Im writing chapters as I go so please be kind and i would love feedback and ideas for this story. I Started it 20-dec-2020. I thought id give it ago & to have a new focus point to steadying out my anxiety. Never done anything like this before. feel free to point out mistakes nicely im trying to edit quickly. Also the pregnancies are sort of based on my experiences. Also copywrited. Mature content will be present so please dont read if this will offend you or under age. Hightest rank 1st #daddy (sept) 1st #Irish (may 21) 1st #over18s (may-now) 2nd #single (feb23) 2nd #2021 (may 2021) 2nd #accidental (may 2021) 3rd #soul (may 2021) 4th #lover (june 2021) 6th #sexual (june 2021) 10th #love (may 2021) 11th #growth (june 2021)Concluída
Perfect Fate ✔ (Moved To Inkitt)
Wattpad Creator! Happy and proud. HIM: Staying the night? Not my thing. Hearts and flowers? Boring. Falling in love? Not anytime soon. Settling down? Off the table. Getting married? You're kidding me, right? That was me before the night we first met. Because, well, meeting a hot chick that made me hard just by looking at her was definitely not in my plans when I sneaked out of a woman's apartment after what was already a long night. Taking her home and getting her a chocolate cake, though, was kind of intentional. But falling for her? Boy, that was pretty much inevitable. HER: He came out of nowhere, literally. I was there, sitting on that bench, barefoot and crying and just getting my heart broken in peace and silence. Then he appeared, all mad and furious and sexy and tall and just drool-worthy! And just like that, despite my poor attempts of escaping him, he had me wrapped in his world. A crazy yet heart-fluttering world, that I have absolutely no intentions of leaving anytime soon. ------- Character development is a main theme in this book. It shows you how they both work on changing for the better, while trying to overcome the obstacles in their relationship and fight for each other till the end. ** Warning!! Some chapters contain sexual scenes, but there's always a warning at the head of the chapter. Do not read them if you're under 18.** * Also, please beware that this story contains a lot of swearing. Read at your own risk. * **I don't own any photos used in this book. All are found on the internet for public use.** Highest Rankings: Sexy - #1 Love - #1 General Fiction - #41 Romance - #46 ------ ** Copyright © 2014 by Fanoshka Flippo (Farah Fekry). All rights reserved. No part of this document may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording, or otherwise, without prior written permission of Fanoshka Flippo / Farah Fekry. **Concluída
INSATIABLE
He brought his hands up and tucked my hair behind my ear. coming closer to my ear "Do i arouse you?" he whispered, making my knees weak "I can feel the heat radiating off you and i know you are soaking wet already" What the hell? Pushing him off me i straightened up and glared at him "You are now my boss starting tomorrow and i dont think it is appropriate to use comments like that with an employee." He suddenly jammed on the elevator emergency button, causing the elevator to stop. "Really? That would make this more exciting and easier. "I am attracted to you, you are attracted to me. Lets fuck and be fine" I stared at him wide eyed Has this man gone mad? I admit that he is hot and affects me a little but that doesn't mean i want to jump into bed with him, he is my boss for crying out loud and i really need this job" He was now standing in front of me with his face close to mine staring at my lips. I want to kiss you" He whispered making me feel chills all over my body. ***************************************************** Blake Greyson wasn't born with a silver spoon but he worked all his life to get to the top. Too as one of the eligible billionaires in Florida with his beautiful girlfriend Anna by his side every step away. Mellisa Wakefield is a young woman in her early twenties who is yet to get her life together. She fails miserably in whatever she does and her sister never misses the opportunity to remind her of how much of a loser she was until she got a job at Greyson's enterprise. Two different people tangled into a life of love, sex and betrayal.Concluída
I was never the damsel in distress, but the damsel who created the distress. I was irresistible and every boy's fantasy. I was an overachiever and I always got what I wanted; my father made sure of that. He had the purest heart and the kindest soul. He saw past my vanity and I fell in love with him. But, I betrayed him and my lies ruined our lives. Apologizing wasn't enough, because what I had broken was beyond repair. Is this a love story? I don't know. All I know, is this story - it's imperfect but it's mine. PS: Though this short story is inspired by characters in the drama Yeh Dil Mera, written by Farhat Ishtiaq; it can be read as a standalone. **being edited**
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