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Uncle who will eat his sister's son again Uncle will love his favorite Innocent nephew My little sister is attractive and lovely. Wouldn't it be wrong to close the door and fall in love with my nephew? Dear nephew's uncle

Ishq-e-Wahdat: Jahan tera ishq, wahan meri wahdat --- "Open the safe" mehzabin called me out. "Open it" the one of the body guards said. "...if you promise not to kill." "What?" "If you promise not to kill....I will open it." "Don't worry. I will spare your life." "I mean my colleagues" I spoke again trying to negotiate with them... It was probably the quickest reply I had ever given. A small hesitant sound came from behind him. "Then can I kill you?" Tak, the sound of fingernails tapping against the metal trigger. ---- 🐨 TROUPES: Dark Romance, Mafia Romance, Muslim Lovestory, Niqabi Female Lead --------- START: 21st sept, 2025 Chapters coming from 1st jan 2026 inshallah ❤️

"Look at the way she is dancing.. Don't you think she is hot.." , a boy piercing at a girl in pub told. "Yes, she is hot.." , another boy in the group said. "What do you say Arun.." , they asked the guy who is busy in sipping his mocktail "Ravi, why do you even ask him after knowing very well that he will never get feelings on any girl? " , another guy replied Arun just shakes his head with a smile on his face while keeping the glass down. "Rey, look at her.. She is so..." , when one guy was saying this, another guy shouted as "isn't she our Chaitu.." , Arun immediately turns his head towards the door only to see a girl wearing a knee length sleeveless black dress entering the pub. He without giving a second thought walks towards the door and drags her outside the pub.

Rathore's little bride 🩷 Rudraksh singh rathore -(eldest son of rathore family)-The King of Rajasthan and Ceo of rathore empire. pakhi gupta -a simple living girl enjoying her life after giving her board exams and wanted to become best doctor what will happen when pakhi becomes replaced bride of rudraksh and queen of Rajasthan??

Jaden had a best friend growing up called Y/n and he helped Jaden not only make more friends but also meet his protect Yubel. now the two entering Duel Academy and while Jaden has adventure. Y/n is now Academy ladies man without want to be. but much like his ace Red Eyes Black Dragon. Y/n has so much potential waiting to be unlock. Note: I will try to use the Sub verison of GX but if make mistakes that's only because I just recently only be able to watch the Sub version. please not hate.

Marinette Dupain-Cheng struggles with the responsibility of being Paris's superhero, getting accepted into colleges and getting over unrequited love. Chat Noir is struggling with his Ladybug, who was becoming more and more distant. When Marinette and Chat enter into a friends with benefits arrangement to attempt to move on, will they push away the feelings they form for one another, or will they embrace them? Just so you know, I wrote this after seeing the season where Marinette became The guardian, so any new characters in the season's that follow are not involved in my story. I also dropped the peacock miraculous, and the special transformations with the Kawamis. This is the first story I've ever posted on here, so I hope you enjoy it! Also, the characters in this work are all 18+ and I do not own the rights to these specific characters. This story is already written, and I'm trying to keep uploading chapters each day, so don't lose faith in me~. Also, cover made by me. Thank you for visiting my story. Written 2021

....Malachi's jaw tightened in irritation. "You made the bet, old man. And you lost. She comes with me." Then he stepped closer-so close you could feel the heat radiating off him and see the flicker of danger in his dark eyes. His voice dropped, low and alarmingly gentle. "You can walk to the car," he murmured, "or I can carry you." He leaned in, his breath brushing your cheek. "Either way... you're not staying here." The street was silent. Your father was sobbing. The guards were waiting. Malachi's gaze held yours-dark, unyielding. "Choose."

Dark empires. Dangerous minds. A love that was never meant to survive. Power. Betrayal. Obsession. Where every move feels like war... and every glance feels like sin. He broke her once. Now she owns the game. Forced into a marriage neither of them wanted- Bound by power, not love. But love... Doesn't ask for permission. And revenge? It doesn't forget. In a world of control, seduction, and secrets- Who will fall first...? ""Don't test my patience. You won't like the version of me that stops holding back." "Careful how you look at me... you're forgetting I don't share what I want." "Say my name again like that... and I won't be responsible for what happens next." "I don't beg. I take. And right now... I want you...Miss Mariano.." "You think I'm dangerous? No.... What's dangerous... is how much I'm willing to burn just to keep you..." ".𝙸 ᴋɴᴏᴡ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀʀᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ғɪʀᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʀɪsᴇs ᴀɢᴀɪɴ, ᴍs. ᴍᴀʀɪᴀɴᴏ.. ʙᴜᴛ ɪ ᴛᴏᴏ ʜᴏʟᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴏᴡᴇʀ ᴛᴏ ʀᴜɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ɢʀᴇᴀᴛᴇsᴛ ғɪʀᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴇᴠᴇɴ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ɪᴛs ʟᴇɢs ᴛʀᴇᴍʙʟᴇ " " 𝘌𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘢𝘪𝘳 𝘪𝘯 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦, 𝘸𝘢𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘣𝘶𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴.." 𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘶𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘰𝘰𝘬 3 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘣𝘰𝘰𝘬 2 𝘰𝘧 𝘈𝘯𝘨 𝘔𝘶𝘵𝘺𝘢 𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘦.𝘐𝘵 𝘪𝘴 𝘢 𝘧𝘢𝘯 - fiction { 𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘮𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴 } 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘺.

Too Close to Hate Samyra Gupta hated only one person in her entire school life- Vivan Roy The arrogant boy who stole her peace, irritated her daily, and somehow turned every classroom into a battlefield. From nickname wars and punishments outside class to silent stares and accidental touches, their story was never soft. It was loud, messy, chaotic... and dangerously unforgettable. But somewhere between the fights and the hate, Samyra fell for him. Alone. Because while she was drowning in feelings she never wanted, Vivan remained painfully unaffected. And eventually, she walked away. Years later, fate throws them together again in the same office #8-boss(28/6/26) #73-dark(29/6/26) #1-crush(29/6/26)

Practice rooms, aching limbs, and silent tears were supposed to prepare Aria for the ruthless world of K-pop. What they didn't prepare her for was the lightning-fast climb of her rookie group, PRISM, or the intoxicating, dangerous game of push-and-pull with Song Mingi. To the millions of screaming fans, Mingi is ATEEZ's brooding, unreachable main rapper-a master of low-frequency beats and effortless composure. To Aria, he's a persistent, late-night distraction who sends unreleased trap tracks at 2:00 AM, testing her focus, demanding her attention, and pushing her boundaries at every turn. Aria knows the golden rules of survival: stay sharp, keep it professional, and never let anyone see you sweat. But as PRISM is thrust from week-two music show wins directly onto a 24-date global arena tour alongside ATEEZ, dodging Mingi's heavy, possessive gaze behind the scenes becomes harder than commanding a crowd of thirty thousand. Between exhausting mock runs, cutthroat industry rivals, and the overwhelming weight of sudden stardom, Aria is determined to prove she belongs on the world's biggest stage. But as subtle glances turn into charged hallway encounters and playful texts evolve into a simmering, unspoken fire, she's forced to ask herself: in a world built on illusions, can she survive the heat of a spark that's dangerously real? #mingi x oec #ateez #kpop

"Jaan, open the door... please," he begged, his fists pounding against the wood. "Please, Jaan, I can't breathe. Just let me see you once. I swear, baby, I won't force you to do anything. Just once... please," his voice broke as he cried. His family stood frozen in shock. This was the man who never showed emotions, the man who had never cried-not even once. The man the entire world feared. And yet, here he was, falling apart. Suddenly, a faint sound came from inside the room. His heart dropped. Panic surged through him as he banged on the door harder. "Jaan, open the door! I swear I'll break it if you don't. I'm counting to three, Jaan." "1..." "2..." "3..." But not hearing any replies, his patience broke, "I AM BREAKING IT, JAAN!" He threw his shoulder against the door with all his strength. Once. Twice. Then, with a powerful kick, the door burst open. The sight before him made his blood turn to ice. "Yanshi!" he screamed. The chair lay overturned. The dupatta was knotted above, swaying slightly, while her feet barely touched the floor. His world shattered in that single moment. He lunged forward, grabbing her legs with trembling hands- Too late. She was trying to hang herself. 𓂃˖˳·˖ ִֶָ ⋆🌷͙⋆ ִֶָ˖·˳˖𓂃 ִֶָ ^᪲᪲᪲ What shattered Divyanshi to the point where death felt easier than living? ^᪲᪲᪲ Did he reach her in time-or was fate already decided? 𝓡𝓮𝓪𝓭 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓼𝓽𝓸𝓻𝔂 𝓽𝓸 𝓯𝓲𝓷𝓭 𝓸𝓾𝓽 𝔀𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝓯𝓪𝓽𝓮 𝓱𝓪𝓭 𝓹𝓵𝓪𝓷𝓷𝓮𝓭 𝓯𝓸𝓻 𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓶. 🤌🏻✨

After escaping her abusive past, Seina moves into a Condominium where she notices a mysterious boy silently watching her from an abandoned building's Room every night. Strange things begin happening - people who hurt her disappear, and someone secretly protects her from danger. She soon meets Lucien, a cold and obsessive boy who has been watching her long before they met. As Seina gets closer to him, she discovers terrifying truths about his dark nature and must decide whether to run from him... or stay with the monster who loves her dangerously.

Y/n an ordinary girl with warm blood, lost her parents in an car accident. One day met a vampire 🦇 who don't believe in love. Will she be able to change him and his heart.

"How is life going with your loving wife?", I asked putting a sly smile on my face. "Life's shitty, now spread.", he spat as his hand slowly slid up to my thigh, pushing my skirt higher as he continues to dictate. "We are not here to talk are we? Now shut your pretty little mouth before I make you" . . . . Professor Kendrik Windermere is done playing the dutiful husband in his cold, sexless arranged marriage. Frustrated and desperate, he finds an unlikely spark in Lorenza Floris, his oddball student with a dangerous obsession for steamy romance novels. When their paths cross outside the classroom, Kendrik and Lorenza strike a daring deal: a physical arrangement to fulfill his desires and her fantasies- with one strict rule: no feelings. But as passion deepens and their secret meetings grow more intense, the line between lust and love begins to blur. Can they keep their emotions in check, or will their forbidden connection spiral out of control? 𝐓𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 : This book delves into dark and controversial themes, including cheating, BDSM, toxic and manipulative relationships, and deep-seated parental trauma. It explores morally complex situations and unsettling dynamics that may disturb or trigger some readers. Discretion is strongly advised-read at your own risk. Rankings: #1 on teacher #1 on Trauma #3 on New #06 on adultfiction #05 on maturelanguage #02 on student-professor

✿✿｡･:*:･ﾟ✿･:*:･ﾟ✿✿✿✿｡･:*:･ﾟ✿･:*:･ﾟ✿✿ To the women who were told to be silent, and chose to speak through their strength instead. To the men hardened by life, but brave enough to let love soften them. And to every soul caught between tradition and dreams- may you find the courage to live both. 💫 The Zamindar's Bride - Blurb She dreamed of white coats and stethoscopes. He ruled fields and farms with silence and steel. Varnika Kashyap, a bright 20-year-old aspiring doctor, had her whole life planned - until the sudden death of her parents shattered everything. Orphaned and vulnerable, she's coerced by her controlling aunt into a marriage she never wanted. Her groom? Vardhan Singh Rana - a 30-year-old village zamindar, feared by many, respected by all. Vardhan is everything Varnika is not - uneducated yet worldly, stoic yet intense, powerful yet rooted in tradition. He never asked for a bride, but his father's condition for inheritance forces him into the shackles of matrimony. Thrown together by circumstances neither of them chose, Varnika and Vardhan are strangers bound by a sacred vow. She is too naive for his world; he is too hardened for hers. And yet, amid the dusty courtyards, whispered secrets, and stifling expectations, a delicate tension brews. Will she find herself caged or cherished? Will he lose himself in love or keep building walls? A tale of forced beginnings, emotional awakening, and a love that neither of them saw coming.

˚ . ྀིྀི୧ ❤︎ ୨ ྀིྀི.˚ "You don't own me, Mr. Rathore." "Don't I? Look around, Noor. Every door in this mansion opens with my name - and you're standing in the middle of it wearing my sindoor." Noor: "Maybe you forced me into your world... but you'll never have me." Rudraksh (leaning close, whispering): "Sweetheart, I don't chase what's mine. I just wait... until you stop running." ౨ৎ.⋆˚✿˖°꒰ঌ໒꒱˚⋆𐙚。𖦹.ᡣ𐭩 🖤 The night smelled of roses... and ruin. The city slept, but the mansion on the hill burned with gold - not of celebration, but of power. She stood there, trembling in crimson silk, eyes swollen from hours of crying. 👰‍♀️ Noor Malhotra - the sacrifice wrapped as a bride. And across the room, watching her like a shadow come alive, was Rudraksh Singh Rathore - the man they called The Devil of Rajasthan. 💼 The minister. 💣 The mafia. 🕶️ The man whose word was law... and whose silence was punishment. "Why me...?" she whispered, her voice breaking. "Because you smiled once," he replied coldly, stepping closer, "and the world forgot to exist for me." Her breath hitched as his gaze dragged over her - not with lust, but obsession. The kind that didn't crave flesh, it demanded possession. "Your father owed me," he continued, slipping a ring onto her finger. "So he gave me his most precious thing." A tear rolled down Noor's cheek. He caught it mid-air, his thumb tracing it like a mark of victory. "From this night," he murmured, eyes locked on hers, "you're not Noor Malhotra anymore." "You're my Amanat." 🌑 Silence followed - heavy, consuming, sacred. Outside, the world carried on, unaware that a deal had been sealed - not with signatures, but with stolen innocence and unspoken desire. 💔 That night, the devil was gifted a soul made of light. And he promised himself one thing - If heaven ever tried to take her back... 🔥 he'd burn it down.

A story set up in the 1920s... Peek to know more... Vikram fell in love with Suhani before she even knew he existed. And when destiny gave him a chance - he didn't let her go. He married her. But she never knew... his heart had already chosen her long ago. A story of unspoken love, quiet longing, and a husband who waited - patiently, silently - for his wife to fall in love too. See how life changes after marriage ..... By Purelybutterfly 🦋

⚠️Highly Mature Content⚠️ (18+/21+ Audience only) #5 on Wattpad [04/07/26] #19 on Wattpad [21/01/26] #10 on Wattpad [06/07/26] "Chup chaap humari bitiya se byaah lo, daroga... varna jiss taesh se aaye the naa ussi taesh mein apne jigri dost ki laash saath lekar jaaoge." ("Quietly marry our daughter, officer... or else, the same rage you came here with, you'll return with your best friend's corpse alongside you.") An IPS officer. That's what I am. Stoic, trained to face gunfire without blinking, to stare criminals in the eye. And yet, here I stood in a mud-stained courtyard, stripped of power, cornered by men who didn't fear the law. Is this real? An officer dragged into a pakdua byaah like some helpless boy? With a village girl-barely literate, cloaked in shyness and fragility? Me-a divorced man, father to a one-year-old daughter who waits for me to come home? Nothing about it fit. And yet everything about it was true. Because my best friend-my brother in every sense-sat tied to a chair across from me. His hands bound, his eyes defiant, and three guns pointed to his head. Aarish. Soon to be a father himself. Husband to Suhani, who was as much my sister as blood could make her. What was I supposed to do? Marry or rebel? The choice was never mine. I whispered, almost ashamed: "Main talaaqshuda hoon... aur ek beti ka baap bhi." ("I am divorced... and also the father of a daughter.") She looked at me with steady innocence: "Nahi... ab aap ek shaadi-shuda insaan hai. Aur hum uss bachi ki maa hai." ("No... now you are a married man. And I am that child's mother.") TROPES City Boy × Village Girl IPS × Illiterate Forced Marriage / Pakdua Byaah Second Chance at Love Stepmother Role Found Family Traumatic Past Grumpy × Sunshine Duty vs Desire Single Father Romance Slow Burn Romance Innocence Meets Experience

Kartik Singhaniya was control wrapped in power. He was cold, commanding, and unshaken by defiance. In his world, lines were drawn in stone... and no woman dared cross them. Until she did. He came to choose a bride worthy of his name...soft, obedient and predictable. Instead, he chose her. Chahat Rathore - a mistake wrapped in beauty. A temptation he should have rejected. But behind that veil stood a girl with fire in her eyes and rebellion in her blood-her curves soft yet dangerously distracting, her presence impossible to ignore. She wasn't delicate... she was disarming. The kind of woman who didn't ask for attention, yet commanded it effortlessly. She played a game, pretended to be her elder sister and tried to make him walk away. But monsters don't walk away. They claim. What begins as deception spirals into something far more dangerous...a marriage tangled in forbidden tension, stolen glances, and unspoken hunger neither of them is willing to admit. Because she is his would-be bride's sister and that only makes it worse. He watches her when he shouldn't. Thinks of her when he mustn't. Wants her in ways that break every rule he has ever lived by. And when circumstances force them into a marriage neither expected... The line between right and wrong shatters completely because this marriage was never about love. It was a deal. A condition - an heir. She agrees for her sister. He agrees without knowing the whole truth. And when that truth comes out... It won't break him but unleash him. Because Kartik Singhaniya doesn't accept betrayal. He punishes it but the most dangerous part? Even in his anger, even in his control... He craves her. Not gently or purely but in a way that consumes. In a way that ruins. In a way that turns forbidden into inevitable. Some cravings aren't meant to be resisted... They're meant to destroy you.