Dive Into This New, Subtle, Fictional, Love Story... Of Two People, Who Are Bound By An Invisible Thread Of Love & Longevity.... . . . This Story Line Was Running In My Mind For Around Two Years..., Finally Decided To Write It Down. I HOPE YOU GUYS WOULD LIKE THIS STORY⭐🌼❣️🙏 . . . ___SHORT SUMMARY___ A Lost, Shattered Soul.... Living Entirely New Life., With New People., In A Completely New Environment.... 🌼🍁🕊🕊🕊🕊🕊🍁🌼 . . Another Soul...., Accidentally Met The Lost Soul... &... Unknowingly., Inclining That Lost Soul Towards Their Conjoined Destiny... ✨✨✨ . . 🍁 HAPPY READING READERS 🍁 . @TREASURED__LIFE🍁

Author: Feng Qingyan In her past life, she endured countless hardships and had only just begun a new life when she was framed, imprisoned, and plunged into an endless abyss. Upon waking again, she discovered she had returned to the beginning, back to being the dark-skinned, overweight, and unattractive girl she once was. Since fate has given her a second chance, this time, she will not repeat the same mistakes. In this life, she will make those who hurt her in her previous life pay the price. "I'm here on behalf of my brother to call off the engagement," her fiancé's sister declared, her face filled with arrogance and disdain as she looked down on Ling Yao. Ling Yao pulled the engagement token from her pocket and, without a trace of hesitation, tossed it to the sister.

Salvatore Smith meets a woman with whom he shared few nights after loosing his wife. It was 12 years ago, she was way younger than him, from a different country. He is a powerful man, Don of the American Mafia, leading his businesses with his 6 sons. What will happen when they find out that from that a little girl was born from that short relationship? -What is this thing? -She is your sister... -I guess you drunk too much last night, we don't have a sister! -Now you have one...

Book 1 of "𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐐 𝐀𝐔𝐑 𝐑𝐀𝐀𝐇" series INAYA'S POV Before me, he sits. After 7 long years-7 years of absence, he shows up. Yet, when I study his eyes, I find nothing but unfamiliarity. His once warm, brown orbs are now veiled with darkness, devoid of any emotions, with a coldness that chills the air. His rosy pink pigmented lips, which once used to mold in a tender curve in my presence, now refuse to smile. Am I looking at the same person? How can his face be so familiar, yet his essence a mystery? Is he the same person-the Ishaan I once loved? The love that remained unspoken seven years ago, the love that refuses to fade? Is he truly the Ishaan Shekhawat that resides in my memories, or a specter of the past, wearing a guise of indifference over the soul I once knew? #2 in the top 10 India on 9/10/24 # 2 in the top 10 India on 10/10/24 #1 in the top 10 India on 11/10/24 #4 in desi love story on 4/11/24

It's a story of a desi joint family! Life is quite difficult when you have strict siblings/cousins. Let's get to know what happens when you fall in love while living in a joint family! "Let's read about the KHAN FAMILY!"

"How will you ever be able... To face the world again?" From within the depths of Megumi's soul, Sukuna had spoken that question. Could he truly keep living? After all the failures he had amounted to? He couldn't, he truly couldn't. When the final Black Flash fell, so did his life. Well, that would have been the case if Fate hadn't decided to exchange one crappy world for another. I do not own Arknights or Jujutsu Kaisen, they go to their respective owners.

A life of a strict father who is a soldier raising his 2 kids along with his duties.

İnterseksüel birey içerir... 🍂 İçinde büyüttüğü aşkı bir sabah namazı sonrası sonsuza dek kalbine gömmüştü. 🍂

This is an unofficial fan-made English translation of We are...คือเรารักกัน (We are... we are in love). Please do not re-translate to any other language without permission. You can find the ebooks at https://www.mebmarket.com/index.php?action=search_book&type=author_name&search=%E0%B8%A0%E0%B8%B2%E0%B8%A3%E0%B8%A7%E0%B8%B5.&auto_search_id=&exact_keyword=1&page_no=1. Please support the author over there! All the rights and credits go to the original author of the novel Khun Parawee (ภารวี.) and all those involved in the production of this story. Translator: Sprite Hoang Illustrator: Unagnomasia Proofreader: azzianna, smv2454

"I wish I had never met you!" Deepika's voice echoed across the classroom, each word a dagger to my heart. "Excellent! At least we finally agree on something!" I fired back, even as a tear betrayed the storm of emotions within me. With those final, stinging words, Deepika stormed out, leaving a heavy silence in her wake. The classroom felt like a graveyard, and I stood there, rooted to the spot, desperately wishing I could chase after her and demand the truth. Maybe letting her go was the right choice. Perhaps this is meant to be my unfinished love story, a tale of what-ifs and almosts... ✨ No Deepika. This can't be his bike. Not Arjun's. But I couldn't deny what I saw-the familiar brown Royal Enfield, now twisted and crushed. My heart hammered as I circled around, hoping, praying it wasn't true, until my gaze landed on the number plate: TN56 0809. Arjun's bike. Deepika! Stop imagining things! Arjun would be fine! I felt the world shift, the noise around me blurring into a single, deafening hum. Ambulance and police sirens echoed, and a stranger's voice broke through: "Two boys. Spot dead. College students." I clutched my chest, gasping for air as reality slammed into me. "Arjun..." I whispered, barely holding myself together. Tears stung my face as I sank beside the wreck. "No, Please, No!" My voice cracked as the weight of regret settled in, suffocating me. ✨ Ex-Crush: More than just a crush, but a little less than love. ✨ Arjun and Deepika were hopelessly in love-only they never realized it. Will they find their way to each other, or will their love story remain forever unfinished? ✨ Join Arjun and Deepika on a journey back to those dreamy college days-days where every moment felt eternal, love was unspoken yet ever present, where friendship bloomed like wildflowers, offering a sanctuary from the harsh winds of reality. Come, wander with them through the corridors of college days, where the echoes of laughter still linger.