Tainted: The Royal Revenge
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" Be a good little whore and suck it or bye-bye to college" he said, his patience thin as thread.
Whereas for her, it was a condition for her pride, shall she let her self esteem this down but on another hand, her only way out was going to college.
She swallowed her pride for now not having any other option, tears sprung out her amber orbs as she wrapped around her shaking hand on his length as per his guidance.
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𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 18+ 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 ꜱᴀʜᴇʟ ᡣ𐭩 ʜᴀꜰꜱᴀ Note: Shikanj is a dark romcom. If you are not comfortable with this theme, please do not read it, for your own sake as well as the writer's. And if you do choose to read it, kindly refrain from leaving disrespectful or hateful comments about the characters. They are my babies. Tracing her bangles up, he let the silence speak for itself for a while and then muttered, "Aapko choodiyan pasand hai?" He asked, pulling her body closer by her wrist, and now she stood almost between his legs. She was blushing, looking nervous and uneasy but he paid it no mind. "Ji, pasand hai." He hummed, nodding. "Agar mujhse ye toot gayi toh aapko acha nahi lagega na?" He murmured, lifting his other hand, puffing out another air of smoke.
The Pregnant Bride
"Stay away from my daughters." He said, as the servant guided them away infront of my eyes. The ivory bangles in my arm clinked as I put the flick of my hair behind my ear. This would be what... the second argument for today? "You had a step father in your life, who you admire. Why can't I have that relation with your kids?" I spoke, crossing my arms over my chest, trying hard so that the tears in my eyes don't slip out. "Because I don't want them to be knocked up before they are married." He stated again. He shouldn't have gone there. Badtameez "Like your sister was?" I spoke again. My child maybe illegitimate but it wasn't unwanted. "The guy who knocked her up also married her. Which is not true in your case." He said, and walked out of the room as I sat there alone for the third night in the row. I wanted to call my dad, but I had ended all relations with them on my own free will. What would become of me now? Copyright- No parts of this book shall be copied without my permission. My books are only on Watppad and should not be found anywhere.Tamamlanmış Hikaye
Thorns For Roses
❝𝙈𝙚𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙪𝙢𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙞 𝙢𝙖𝙪𝙩 𝙠𝙞 𝙙𝙪𝙖 𝙢𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙩𝙞 𝙝𝙪𝙣.❞ (I pray for your death). My 𝑣𝑜𝑖𝑐𝑒 𝑡𝑟𝑒𝑚𝑏𝑙𝑒𝑑 𝑎𝑠 I 𝑠𝑎𝑖𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑑𝑠. 𝐻𝑒 𝑠𝑚𝑖𝑙𝑒𝑑 𝑖𝑛 𝑎𝑛𝑠𝑤𝑒𝑟, 𝑠𝑒𝑡𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑔𝑢𝑛 𝑜𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑡𝑎 𝑏𝑙𝑒 𝑏𝑒𝑡𝑤𝑒𝑒𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑚. ❝ 𝙋𝙝𝙞𝙧 𝙙𝙚𝙠𝙝𝙩𝙚 𝙝𝙖𝙞 𝙩𝙪𝙢𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙞 𝙣𝙖𝙛𝙧𝙖𝙩 𝙢𝙚𝙞𝙣 𝙠𝙞𝙩𝙣𝙖 𝙙𝙪𝙢 𝙝𝙖𝙞.❞ (Then let's see just how strong your hate is). *** Full Desc Inside. 1 in #muslim
𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐐, 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐅𝐈𝐓𝐎𝐎𝐑
"I don't love you gently, I love you the way storms love the sea- violently, endlessly and without mercy." His eyes darkened with every word just as mine and a shiver run down my spine at his words as he took a step closer to me. "Then don't even mistook my obsession as something soft or butterfly- I'll hunt down your every dream, so even your nightmares wear my face, Mr. Reaper." I whispered darkly in his ear, that end up making him smirking that I hate the most. "You're my favourite Nightmare, Ruby." With that he closes the almost non-existing distance between us. As his lips slided against mine- that feeling wasn't gentle or soft. It felt like a claim, a possession, a label that we belong only to each other. _______________________ If destruction were a person, it would wear ARYAVARDHAN SINGH RAGHUVANSHI's face. The man I'm today was built from choices and can never undo and consequences I can never escape. The world knows my name, what it doesn't is that every empire casts a shadow- and some shadows are darker than the man who creates them. -A.S.R. Power and feminism runs in the same veins of a woman, who's beauty with brain. The world knows her as NAYANTARA ROY. I carry storms inside me, the difference is that I've learned how to make them look like grace. The world met my armer and assumed it was me. I learned how to survive so well that people forgot survival usually begin with be wounded. -N.R. ••••••••••••••• They both holds power, they both knows psychology, they both command the room but the question is who's gonna win and who's gonna be the other's obsession?? To know more jump into the story, darling....🥂💋 #1st book of CONTROL & SEDUCTION series. Author- ira__wrts (Noor🦋)
𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐁𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 { 𝐄𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐕𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧}
╰┈➤𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤-1 𝐨𝐟 𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 They were school sweethearts - Their love was soft, unspoken, and filled with laughter. Until one day, she shattered him in ways no one else ever could. She thought ending it would set them free,but he refused to let her go -not when his heart still beat for her. Because his devotion wasn't fragile; it was fierce, consuming, and eternal. He waited. He longed. He haunted the memories of her smile,the silence of her absence. No matter how far she ran,his soul always knew the way back to her. For she was never just a chapter of his past -she was his destiny,his devotion,his belonging love. 𝐀𝐛𝐡𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐮 𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐡 𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐞 × 𝐑𝐨𝐨𝐡𝐢 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐚 ── .✦
Uniformly Yours
♥︎𝙰 𝙷𝙸𝙶𝙷 𝚂𝙲𝙷𝙾𝙾𝙻 𝚁𝙾𝙼𝙰𝙽𝙲𝙴♥︎ ↬academic rivals
Rival Worship
𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐀𝐃 𝐆𝐈𝐑𝐋 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐆𝐎𝐎𝐃 𝐁𝐎𝐘 "Are you a virgin?" A blush tainted his cheeks at my utter bluntness. "I-yes I am." He whispered, stuttering as he started ahead not meeting my gaze. I smirk at him. Her class, her empire, was ruled by her, the queen. His class, the first in his empire, was the quiet king. When both clash in the Apollo, it's a violent battle between them. A dirty, ruthless war between the king and the queen for taking over the new empire She is ready to do whatever it takes to be the first in at Apollo, and so does he. She fights dirty, and so does he. This story is about the popular, bad girl and the good boy.
BURNING DESIRE
"I-I, ma'am, we should not-" he murmured, cheek flushed. "I'll give you an inexhaustible amount, please! I need you so bad" I replied going closer, pulling him towards as I kissed him on the lips so hard, it bled, but he didn't pull away, not once. He came even closer, pulling me into his arms and then onto the bed.... "I LOVE YOU SO MUCH, and I need you so bad" "I- I l-love you too-" he said with a shy smile, looking into my eyes, the smile turned into a cute little smirk, "I'll love you all night, ma'am" Ohh fuck you, it's Noor not ma'am ಠ ೧ ಠ This story contains the following protagonists : NOOR :- CEO of "Sheik Productions" a company owned by her Mother, Shaziya Sheik. Just like her name, NOOR, she's glamorous, wrapped in beauty, "just the genes" said those, in awe. She's cold hearted, stubborn, perilous at some point, the only daughter. She has daddy issues, her dad actually left her and her mother when she was 11. Most importantly NOOR HATES MEN...^_^ AARAV:- Aarav Tiwari, a novel employee in the office of Sheik Productions. Soft hearted, plays guitar, is tall, and handsome too. He lives with his Grandmother, the only one he belongs to. His parents left him to his grandmother after getting divorced. Regardless of which, his grandmother raised him well. Noor has always been devoid of love from a "Father figure". She's never trusted a single man in her life till now.... (ʘᴗʘ✿) Aarav Tiwari eventually makes her feel special and her whole world turns around when she gets introduced to the term "LOVE" (≧▽≦) It's a SHE FELL FIRST BUT HE FELL HARDER!! But more dark, full of romance, sexual desires and a love story ofc. NOOR×AARAV ( ꈍᴗꈍ)
Pari: Beneath Silk & Sin
Their love was forbidden, bound by social violations and silenced by class differences. She was like an angel but was pushed into a dark world and she found it better to accept death than to accept its reality. He belonged to a rich family who knew how to buy things, gems and people with the power of money. She was an entertainer of men and he was very famous among women. She had no right to refuse. He had the right to make his own choice. Her wings were clipped and she was never able to fly. He was free and could make his own decisions She was the life of the party. And his presence added colour to the gathering. She was Pari of the brothel. And he was the king of the palace. Different worlds. Different society. Different surroundings. There was only one similarity, both were alone. The moment his eyes fell on a tender flower he decided that she would just amuse him, attend him and be touched by him only. She always found the looks of men dirty, but he was the only one whose gaze made her feel incomplete if they did not fall on her.Tamamlanmış Hikaye
Claimed by badboy-obsession🌙
Under editing... Guys this is my first book, if I did some mistakes do forgive me because english is not my first language. Do read it I know you are going to love it... Much love.... #1 innocentlove #3 badboy in love #9 Indian "He pulled her into the shadows, promising ruin. But even in the darkness, she made him crave the light." Aradhya- She was supposed to be invisible. A quiet, shy girl who buried herself in books and avoided trouble. But she made a mistake-she fell for him. Abhiraj Malhotra. The college's bad boy, playboy, and the guy who ruined lives for fun. She admired him from afar, dreaming of a love that could never be. Until one day... she caught his attention. But not the way she wanted. He made her life a nightmare-tormenting her, bullying her, pushing her to her limits. Yet every time he looked into her eyes, he saw something he couldn't understand. Something he wasn't ready for. Then she did the unthinkable. She stood up to him. Challenged him. And that's when everything changed. Now, he's not just playing with her. He's obsessed. And he won't stop until she's his. Even if he has to break her first. Claimed by badboy but at the end she will claim him. this story will not disappoint you stay tuned......Tamamlanmış Hikaye
𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 18+ 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 ꜱᴀʜᴇʟ ᡣ𐭩 ʜᴀꜰꜱᴀ Note: Shikanj is a dark romcom. If you are not comfortable with this theme, please do not read it, for your own sake as well as the writer's. And if you do choose to read it, kindly refrain from leaving disrespectful or hateful comments about the characters. They are my babies. Tracing her bangles up, he let the silence speak for itself for a while and then muttered, "Aapko choodiyan pasand hai?" He asked, pulling her body closer by her wrist, and now she stood almost between his legs. She was blushing, looking nervous and uneasy but he paid it no mind. "Ji, pasand hai." He hummed, nodding. "Agar mujhse ye toot gayi toh aapko acha nahi lagega na?" He murmured, lifting his other hand, puffing out another air of smoke.
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