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..

အထက်တန်းမှာ ကြိုက်ခဲ့တဲ့အချစ်ဦးလေးနဲ့ 3နှစ်ကြာပြီးနောက် ပြန်တွေ့သောအခါ...

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

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

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

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A boy named Jake with a secret

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

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.