includes most of ukyt book 2 ! all are y/n fem reader enjoy! 💗

mikhaiah

A cute and steamy love story :) She called a number painted on stone... and destiny picked it up.

Nora never wanted much. Just a steady home. Simple days. A life that held its shape. She didn't crave excitement or change. She only needed predictability. Her routines, her quiet, her small world. It was enough. She believed that if she kept everything perfectly still, the life she had built would hold. And for a long time, it did. But when the ground finally shifted under her feet, Nora didn't move with it. She froze in place, the way people do when they have no other direction to turn. Because where does a person go when they have nowhere to go? Warning: This story uses mature language and scenes. © IcecreamSundae5. All rights reserved.

After Langelihle's father passed, they were kicked out of their family house and forced to relocate. Langelihle's mother remarried a man who abused her and Langelihle and later forced Langelihle to marry Nkosiyabo, a ruthless man.

လွှမ်းအာဏာရှိန် မင်းကို လူလိမ္မာလေး ထင်ထားတာ လူဆိုးလေးဖြစ်နေတာပဲ အဟွန်း ပိုင်ရှင်းသာ နောက်လိမ္မာပါ့မယ်😁

🎶🎶Kehne ko jashn-e-bahaara hai, ishq yeh dekh ke hairan hai Phul se khusbu khafa khafa hai gulshan mein Chupa hai koi ranj fiza ki chilman mein Kaise kahen kya hai sitam, sochte hai abb yeh hum Koyi kaise kahen woh hai ya nahi humaare Karte toh hai saath safar, faasale hain phir bhi magar Jaise milte nahi kisi dariya ke do kinaare🎶🎶 Hello!!! This is the 5th book in short story collection..... But With Royalties and Royal Twist!!!!

Sarp: Güzelsin Bilinmeyen numara: Ama sen beni hiç görmedin Sarp: Evet, görmedim Sarp: Bu yüzden bana güven Sarp: Çünkü güzellik yalnızca dış görünüşle ilgili değildir benim için Sarp: Bir insanı güldürebiliyorsan güzelsindir, bir insanı olduğu ortamdan bambaşka bir yerde hissettirebiliyorsan güzelsindir Sarp: Ve bir insana hiç hissetmediği bir duyguyu hissettirebiliyorsan Sarp: İşte asıl o zaman güzelsindir

𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐎𝐧𝐞 𝐢𝐧 ' 𝐀𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐬 & 𝐄𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐬' 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 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.

"උබේ කට වැඩි.. පෝඩි හන්දා ඉවසන්නේ මම" " ඉතිං තොට මෝකද ... Hp කියලා මට පුකේක්න් හිට ගන්ඩැ..." බිමටත් එකල ගහලා මම එන්න අවා පුහ් මේකගේ රඟේ බලන්න ඔනේඅැ.... Hp බැරිනම් ඔන පකක්...! පව් වැඩේ හැබැයි hp ටට.... පුහ් කේල්ලේක්වත් සේට්වේන්නැ ඔය යකාට.... " ඔහෝම හිටපං පොඩි පගයා...." මම මැද අැගිලත් උස්සලා පන්තියට අවාඑන්ඩ...