His Lawful bride
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Huling na-publish Tue, Oct 28, 2025
When Iris was seven, she held a pretend wedding in the rose gardens of Evarra.
Her veil was a curtain scrap, her ring a twist of paper and glitter. Her groom - a quiet boy with solemn eyes - promised to find her again someday. By morning, her family had flown home, and she never saw him again.
Thirteen years later, on her twentieth birthday, a letter arrives.
Handwritten in royal ink. Sealed with green wax. No return address.
It claims her childhood "wedding" to the Crown Prince of Evarra was not a game at all - but a binding ceremony under ancient royal law. And now, the palace demands her return.
Drawn back to the kingdom she barely remembers, Iris finds herself caught between memory and duty, myth and truth. The prince she once "married" is no longer the laughing boy from the park - he's colder, quieter, and bound by his crown.
"When you're the heir, you put your heart aside for your kingdom," he tells her.
But if their vows were real... whose heart was promised first?
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BOOK ONE: FEROCIOUS LOVE CHRONICLES A wedding meant for love... stolen by madness." _______________________________________ Him: "Who deserves punishment, biwi?" Her: (barely audible, heart pounding) "M-me..." Him: (tilting her chin up, voice dark and unwavering) "And where, biwi? On our bed... or in the ashes of the man who dared to crave what's mine?" Her: (whimpering, body trembling) "P-please..." Him: (low chuckle, deadly possessive) "No, biwi. Please what?" He leaned in, his breath a sinful caress against her trembling lips. "Please what, baby? Use your words." "Beg me to break you. Beg me to make you mine-completely-until even your soul moans my name." His grip tightened, his fingers tracing fire down her skin. "Say it-" Her: (shuddering, surrendering) "Yours..." His lips hovered, his voice a dark whisper, laced with devotion and madness. ________________________________________ "You are the prayer my soul has bled for through lifetimes." "The flame my darkness bows before." "The only truth my chaos kneels to." "And now, biwi, you are bound to me-not by fate, not by destiny-by me." This isn't just dominance. This is obsession, possession, destruction, and worship-wrapped in the most sinful kind of love. Get ready to step into a world where love turns lethal, obsession burns wild, and surrender is the only escape.
In the Moonlight
A girl in a white veil, the forest calls her to itself. She will be lost in it forever. A quiet voice, a whisper leads his bride far away. Somewhere there stands an old castle, a cursed prince dwells within its walls. When the full moon rises in the night sky, the monster awakens. The white veil of the bride turns crimson. A story as old as time. Nereyeny ran towards the forest as if her life was at stake. She hesitated for a moment before crossing the line of no return. She looked back at the place where she had grown up, lived, and was supposed to die and lie in the ground there forever. All her life layed there, everything except the one thing she longed for the most. Freedom. "Nereyeny!" They were already looking for her. She couldn't afford to hesitate any longer. She turned on her heel and stepped into the darkness. She knew that no one would dare to chase her there. Only a fool. People were afraid of the cursed forest. Eyes watching your every step. Whispers leading you into the void. Creatures from the depths of hell itself. They say dark forces dwell there, no one who goes in will ever come out. And Nereyeny was proof that it was all a lie, spending almost every day there, running under the treetops like a wild wolf. She didn't believe those tales. About the full moon. About the proud prince. About the curse. Until she too became one of those lost in its bowels. Trapped in the same trap as Prince Astreus, son of the Sun and the Moon. A proud prince, real, made of flesh and blood, who is not at all like she has heard of him. At least the fairy tales are wrong about one thing. And maybe they are wrong about everything. Secrets, pride, the whims of the gods, and maybe even fate itself. A burnt-out faith in breaking the curse. Nereyeny must now find a way out before the next full moon comes and the monster finds her.Kumpleto
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Iris had always felt as if she shouldn't exist. Yet also as if the universe hadn't figured out she was alive yet. But now, the universe has caught up and is trying to fix what was never meant to be. 'I-I didn't mean to hurt her! Iris wasn't supposed to be involved...' I stared at her unconscious body. The bleeding had stopped but, the feeling in my gut hadn't. The feeling of guilt. I've felt this once before. I couldn't save her. I Couldn't love her... We weren't meant to love. Eternal suffering for our children just for one second of love. Iris was never meant to be born. But she was. And now I have to keep her alive. Do what I couldn't last time... We were never meant for love, but I love her. How could it work? Love was forbidden against the royalty! The children would be too strong. She doesn't feel the same, she loves someone else. That someone else was also never meant to be born. (Now in editing. No new parts coming. read on Amazon soon!)
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obsessed with flames
It happened the moment their eyes met - a spark so fierce it felt like the world around them caught fire. There were no soft beginnings, no slow unfolding; it was an explosion, a sudden, violent need neither of them understood but both felt powerless to resist. Their souls recognized each other before their hearts could even catch up, colliding with a force that set everything inside them ablaze. Every glance was gasoline, every touch a matchstick, and every stolen breath fanned the inferno growing between them. It wasn't just attraction - it was an obsession, a hunger that consumed logic, caution, and fear. Together, they burned brighter and hotter than anything either of them had ever known, but with every passing moment, the question loomed larger: could a love born in flames ever survive, or would they destroy each other in the end?
His Beloved Cordelia |18+ (His Beloved Series #1)
Cordelia, who was already beyond the marriageable age, quickly agreed upon the arrival of a marriage proposal from one of the most influential and well-known noblemen. She wedded Leon expecting a pleasant married life, only to be greeted with cracks and mishaps. A beautiful woman who is only a noble by name And a dashing man who is a noble with power. Not long after their wedding, her bewitching yet indifferent and cold husband gave her a contract and declared an agreement. "We are forbidden from meddling with each other's affairs. Do not expect love in this marriage." "And within two years, if you fail to birth an heir, we will have a divorce." Each word was vividly engraved in her mind as she obediently did as she was told, fulfilling her duties as his wife throughout the course of their marriage. However, as the said year approaches without an heir, Cordelia slowly prepared herself to sign the divorce papers and leave. But why is it that Leon, who had treated her badly from the very beginning, was suddenly desperate to make her stay?Kumpleto
Twisted Salvation 18+
"I'm ready to give you that freedom. You and your father can leave." I froze. What? I looked at him, eyes wide with disbelief, searching for any sign he was lying. Any smirk, any cruel glint. But he was calm. Too calm. Then he spoke again-and his words struck like a bolt of lightning straight through me. "But for that..." he paused, his voice dipping to a deadly softness, "you have to be my breeder." She was the kind of girl whose world revolved around her cats and her jesus. Daughter of one of Ireland's most influential figures, she lived behind the guarded gates of power but felt like a stranger in her own home. With a stepmother who wore venom like perfume and a stepsister who never missed a chance to tear her down, Niamh learned to find solace in silence. She didn't mind the isolation-not really. But everything changed with a single glance. One dance of seduction. One moment of tamtation.That was all it took to unravel the threads of her carefully stitched life. She believed in fairytales. In is prince and kindness. In magic that heals. But instead, she found herself tangled in the dark salvation of a man who had no light left in him. The fairytale she longed for didn't come with a white horse. It came cloaked in blood, wrapped in chains, and whispered promises laced with pain. And the moment she stepped into his world, there was no going back. "He craves her purity just to stain it with his sins"Kumpleto
Whispers of desire
She was sold on the night she turned eighteen. He wasn't supposed to be there. And he wasn't supposed to choose her. But he did. He didn't touch her. He didn't ask her name. He only made one promise before he walked away And that promise changed everything. He was the country's most reckless heir. She was a girl no one wanted. What began in silence turned into an obsession. And in the middle of it all One broken girl. One ruined boy. And a love the world wasn't ready for. 'WHISPERS OF DESIRE-Finding purity in the ashes of sin'
Aladdin: The Boy with the Lamp
π Disclaimer Welcome, traveler, to a city of shimmering lanterns, winding alleys, and secrets hidden beneath the golden sands. This is a tale of adventure, magic, and hearts daring to beat faster than the desert winds. This story is a work of fiction. All characters, places, events, and magical happenings are products of the author's imagination. Any resemblance to real people, places, or events is purely coincidental... though sometimes magic feels real, doesn't it? Within these pages, you will meet a boy with a lamp, a girl who dares to defy the palace walls, and a tiny whirlwind of mischief who calls her "My Princess." There will be laughter, danger, whispered secrets, stolen glances, and sparks that no magic could contain. So step carefully, for the streets of this city are alive with adventure, and every shadow might hide a challenge... or a heartbeat that belongs to someone daring enough to chase it. Reader discretion is advised for scenes of playful romance, teasing, and magical chaos. And remember: magic is real... if you choose to believe it.
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Seven years ago, Iris Eleanor saw something she should never have seen-a murder in a dark alley. That night changed everything. He caged her. Broke her. Obsessed over her. Until one day, she escaped. Now, she's back. Not to forgive. Not to forget. She's here to burn his empire to the ground. But Ethan Vale isn't the man she remembers. He's colder. Harder. A marriage not of love, but of legacy. A throne built on blood. A girl with revenge in her heart. And a man who has never once begged for her love-but might just destroy the world to keep her. In this game of knives and vows, someone will shatter. The only question is: who?
BOOK ONE: FEROCIOUS LOVE CHRONICLES A wedding meant for love... stolen by madness." _______________________________________ Him: "Who deserves punishment, biwi?" Her: (barely audible, heart pounding) "M-me..." Him: (tilting her chin up, voice dark and unwavering) "And where, biwi? On our bed... or in the ashes of the man who dared to crave what's mine?" Her: (whimpering, body trembling) "P-please..." Him: (low chuckle, deadly possessive) "No, biwi. Please what?" He leaned in, his breath a sinful caress against her trembling lips. "Please what, baby? Use your words." "Beg me to break you. Beg me to make you mine-completely-until even your soul moans my name." His grip tightened, his fingers tracing fire down her skin. "Say it-" Her: (shuddering, surrendering) "Yours..." His lips hovered, his voice a dark whisper, laced with devotion and madness. ________________________________________ "You are the prayer my soul has bled for through lifetimes." "The flame my darkness bows before." "The only truth my chaos kneels to." "And now, biwi, you are bound to me-not by fate, not by destiny-by me." This isn't just dominance. This is obsession, possession, destruction, and worship-wrapped in the most sinful kind of love. Get ready to step into a world where love turns lethal, obsession burns wild, and surrender is the only escape.
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