Historias de Cruel

little Bell, born to be the princess of the family protected by her 7 brothers. but who knows. her fate seems to say a whole different thing. after she was born their mother died right away. was it really her fault? did it deserve 12 years of hate and pain? living in an adoption center for 8 years as a punishment? and finally meeting her 'family'.

Book one of HIS GODDESS SERIES Kiyansh Singh Rathore ×Kaushiki Jaiswal Tropes ●CEO × LAWYER ●SECOND CHANCE ROMANCE ●MISUNDERSTANDINGS ●STRONG AND BOLD FEMALE LEAD ●DEVOTED AND OBSESSED MALE LEAD ●FORGET ABOUT TOUCHING OR LOOKING YOU BREATH WRONG AROUND HER AND YOU ARE DEAD ●SOFT ONLY FOR HER ●GREEN FOREST ONLY FOR HER ●MMC GROVELLING ●HE FELL FIRST SHE FELL HARDER "Strangers by fate, enemies by deceit, bound by redemption, and forever entwined by the threads of love and devotion." Kaushiki Jaiswal was never meant to be in the spotlight- a quiet storm with dusky skin, fierce intelligence, and scars hidden under silence. A girl who healed others while no one noticed she was bleeding. Kiyansh Singh Rathore never made mistakes- cold, calculating, born of legacy and vengeance. But he made one. Her. When betrayal strikes from within and the royal world begins to rot from the inside, Kaushiki is framed for crimes she didn't commit. And Kiyansh becomes both her judge-and the very reason her world collapses. But guilt has teeth. And obsession has no mercy. As Kaushiki walks away from everything- including the friend she loved like family- Kiyansh begins to unravel. And a man who never bowed to anyone, now finds himself on his knees for the girl he once destroyed. In a world of legacies, lies, and buried bloodlines- redemption isn't given. It has to be earned.

✧˖° 𝐄𝐧 𝐞𝐥 𝐀𝐫𝐞𝐚, 𝐥𝐚𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐠𝐥𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐥𝐨 𝐮𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐨 𝐪𝐮𝐞 𝐭𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐞 𝐯𝐢𝐯𝐨. Dahlia llegó rompiéndolas todas, y Minho no es de los que perdonan fácilmente. Ella lo considera un arrogante sin remedio; él cree que ella es un peligro para el orden. Pero en un lugar rodeado de muros, el odio es una llama que quema demasiado cerca... y la línea que separa el desprecio de la obsesión es más delgada de lo que ambos están dispuestos a admitir. 𝑎 𝑀𝑎𝑧𝑒 𝑅𝑢𝑛𝑛𝑒𝑟 𝑓𝑎𝑛𝑓𝑖𝑐𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛 𝐌𝐢𝐧𝐡𝐨 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦 𝐨𝐜 ©_dtemmar - 2026

Buried deep within the earth lies the Sanctuary, a forbidden place where cursed beings and twisted spirits are eternally sealed away monsters born not of nature, but of mankind's darkest sins. For centuries, the Sanctuary has remained locked, its existence erased from history until the seal begins to crack. When the sinister whispers of the Sanctuary leak into the world, ordinary people start mutating into grotesque abominations. The balance of humanity begins to crumble, and the thin veil between the living and the sealed realm grows weaker by the day. Now, a covert group of fighters known as the Wardens rise to battle against these horrors. Each wields forbidden techniques carved from ancient contracts with the very entities they swore to destroy. But with great power comes unbearable corruption, and the line between protector and monster thins with every battle. Among them stands a young recruit who unknowingly holds the key to the Sanctuary's core a secret that could either reseal the horrors forever or unleash a calamity greater than the world has ever seen. As betrayals ignite, allies fall, and the truth about the Sanctuary's origin is revealed, one question remains: When you wield darkness to fight darkness, how long before you become the very thing you swore to destroy?

Lou king transmigration in btth world and avaken nakromansar system to most powerful in the btth world

In a kingdom where loyalty is demanded and obedience is weighed heavier than gold, she was born to survive, not to live. Every smile must be measured, every word calculated, every move watched. Her family's love is conditional, their cruelty silent but relentless, and her every action serves the crown whether she wants it to or not. Her father rules with a cold precision, her mother enforces it with subtle cruelty, and her siblings watch, waiting for her to falter. But even in a life defined by control, there are cracks. Secrets whispered in hallways. Glances that say more than words. And the realization that survival may not be enough. Every choice comes with a cost. Every obedience carries a shadow. And in a house where power dictates worth, she will have to decide whether to continue bending under it or shatter everything around her. The Weight of a Crown is a dark, immersive tale of family, power, and the fine line between survival and surrender.

At Aurevate Crown Academy, an elite institution built by old money and unbreakable legacies, power decides everything. Jirayu "Yu" Anan grows up as an heir, surrounded by privilege, expectations, and control. Kierith "Krit" Rattanasin enters the same gates with nothing but a scholarship, raw talent, and pride sharp enough to cut through any hierarchy. He becomes the school's pride unstoppable on the basketball court, untouchable in every competition admired, envied, and emotionally unreachable. Yu falls the moment he sees Krit play, a quiet obsession sparked under the floodlights of the court. He chases without shame, offering sincerity to someone who only answers with cold distance. What Yu doesn't know is that Krit already carries hatred directed at Yu's family, whom he believes destroyed someone precious to him and shattered his past. Revenge comes first. Affection comes later, unexpected and dangerous. Their love burns violent and possessive, built on desire and denial, surviving secrets, class gaps, and parental interference. When Yu's family forces them apart, the breakup comes without explanation at the seaside, under a sky too calm for goodbye. Yu disappears, leaving Krit drowning in rage and unanswered pain. Years later, they meet again on opposite sides of fate. Krit stands as the fiancé of Yu's younger sibling, bound by obligation, control, and unresolved anger. Yu becomes the past that refuses to stay buried. Old blame resurfaces, aggression collides with longing, and revenge slowly cracks under the weight of truth. Krit begins to realize Yu was never guilty only sacrificed. Between pride and regret, love and resentment, they are pulled back into each other's gravity. Redemption demands a price. Desire refuses restraint. Some love doesn't fade it waits, sharp and unforgiving, until both hearts are ready to bleed for it again.

She's been wronged so many times in her life, and when she finally gets the chance for revenge, will she take it? And if she does, who will be caught up in her sweeping fury?

One kiss. That's all it took for her to be left alone at the marriage altar, abandoned by her groom. And for him, it was all it took to realize that she was the one he wanted by his side. He was a traditionalist; rigid in his beliefs about women. She was bold. Rebellious. Unapologetically free. "I believe a woman's strength lies in her grace, her loyalty, and her ability to hold the family together. A good wife should be supportive, nurturing, and put her family first." That's what he expected from a wife. But his heart betrayed his mind... and fell for a woman who embodied everything he was taught to despise. "I want my partner to understand me, to love me for who I am. I want him to support me as I reach for the sky, and still be there when I dive into the depth of love." That was the kind of love she had always longed for in a husband. ***** Just give it a chance if you're tired of the usual innocent angel type.

رواية مترجمة مكتملة في أقصى زوايا العالم، حيث تذوب الأساطير في عتمة الغابات ويصمت الزمن خشيةً من همسات القدامى... تعيش هي. نيكوليت. ذلك الاسم الذي لا يُنطق إلا همسًا. وحش بثلاث وجوه: ساحرة، ومصاصة دماء، وذئبة متحوّلة. كأن لعنة الخلود صُبّت في جسدٍ هادئ لا يوحي بشيء... لكنّه يحمل بداخله قوى لا تُقهر. 683 عامًا من الظلال، من الاختفاء، من التجاهل المتعمد لكل ما يتعلق بالحب أو الأمومة. لم يطرق قلبها أحد، ولم يهتم بها ذئبها الداخلي سوى بما يبقيها على قيد الحياة. كانت راضية... حتى حدث ما لم يكن في الحسبان. في الجانب الآخر من الغابة، يحكم مالكوم. الملك الألفا العظيم، سيد الذئاب، والوحش الذي تخشاه العشائر. 728 عامًا من الهيمنة، لم يشعر خلالها بحاجة إلى رفيقة. فمن يحتاج الحب حين يركع الجميع لصوته؟ لكنّ القدر - بخطأ واحد، بحادث واحد - جمع بين الظلّين. نيكوليت ومالكوم. قوتان لا يجب أن تلتقيا... لكنّ اللقاء حدث. فهل سيكون لقاؤهما مثل كل قصص الحب؟ أم أن الأسطورة ستكتب مصيرًا آخر، من الدم والنار والخلود؟ --- مقطع من الرواية: - "من بحق الجحيم تظنين نفسك؟!" زمجر بصوته القاسي، والصدى يكاد يهز جدران الغابة. لكنها لم ترتبك. ابتسمت... بهدوء قاتل، وقالت: - "صدقني... أنت لا تريد أن تعرف."

In which Lucien Belmont might be the one to break through Valerie Dior's maneater act. Cruel Intentions 2024 Lucien Belmont x Fem!OC

A boy named Nakito discovering multiple fantasy worlds on his journey with his friends. They discover a mafia like organisation interweaved with all those worlds and seek to destroy that organisation.

This is a story of an idol and a makeup artist- 𝐓𝐚𝐞𝐡𝐲𝐮𝐧𝐠- 𝐲𝐧, 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐟𝐚𝐬𝐭..𝐋𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐰𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐞𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨𝐝𝐚𝐲, 𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐦𝐞 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐭? 𝐘𝐧- 𝐓-𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬...𝐲-𝐲𝐨𝐮..𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐝𝐢𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬.. 𝐭𝐚𝐞? 𝐓𝐚𝐞𝐡𝐲𝐮𝐧𝐠- 𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐝, 𝐝𝐢𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐢𝐭? 𝐘𝐧- 𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐢𝐭, 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡, 𝐆𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐭𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐰! 𝐓𝐚𝐞𝐡𝐲𝐮𝐧𝐠- 𝐍𝐨, 𝐈'𝐦 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐠𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐢𝐭 𝐨𝐧 𝐬𝐨𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐥 𝐦𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐚... 𝐘𝐧- 𝐧𝐨 𝐧𝐨, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐚𝐧'𝐭 𝐝𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭, 𝐰𝐚𝐢𝐭- 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐞! but your truth is revealed to your favorite idol i.e. Taehyung and he takes advantage of that and starts blackmailing you..means that He wants something from you in return, will you give it to him? You'll have to read to know the rest of the story:-) Due to this, you both did not even realize when you both started getting closer to each other in cute gestures.. The story includes all this: - love attraction - love at first sight - possessiveness - Eagerly love with you - attraction - so much obsessed - There is a lot of burning sensation inside - flirting skills - to attract towards you - 18+ content/smut little bit - funny/comedy scenes - lot of teasing - desire to claim you - Passionate love - A little lovey-dovey fight - excuses to draw attention to you

"I didn't realize you were keeping count." "You make it hard not to." He didn't miss a beat. She finally looked up at him then, for a split second, before turning back to the work at hand. "You make it seem like it bothers you." He took a slow step forward. Then another. The passing wood creaked beneath his polished black shoes- not from weight, but rather, intention. And when he did reach her, the air changed. Thickened. He didn't say a word. Just crouched, until their faces were level. His eyes raked over her- slow, invasive, wicked. He reached out, fingers catching her chin in a motion neither tender nor tedious- just possessive in its certainty. Like she was his to tilt- nothing more than something placed where he wanted it. She didn't flinch, didn't pull away, yet her spine straightened- a quiet rebellion he didn't miss. His thumb skimmed the edge of her jaw, tracing the line of it, the motion maddeningly slow. "You should know by now," he murmured, voice lower than before- rough silk, meant for her alone, "I don't waste my time on things," a pause, "not unless they crawl under my skin." He leaned closer, so close the scent of rain on wool and expensive cologne curled around her. "And you, Adair..." His tone sharpened. One breath more and those lips would certainly brush the shell of her ear. "You don't just crawl... no." A pause- sharp, surgical. "You spread, like a fucking disease." --Gray's Grace is a haunting tale of love caught in the gray - where nothing is certain, and everything is at risk.--

She wanted to hold him. But she knew she had to let go. It was the constant fear that pushed her to leave- the guilt that she would only ruin him, that her darkness would swallow what was beautiful. He didn't try to fix her. He understood. Painful, but he waited. Patiently. Waiting for the day she could finally see herself through his eyes. And after the storms, she realized that love doesn't erase scars- it teaches you how to live with them.

Y/N pov: As usual, I was sitting in my room with tears in my eyes from seeing my husband in the arms of other women who were having fun and laughing with him. There are moments when I question what I did to merit my husband's severe treatment. I heard a loud thud from the door and opened it, causing my blood to run cold. He starts talking while keeping his gaze on my face. "You think you are the right person to slap Samantha?I do not recall granting you permission to beat up people in my palace." He looks at me icily with emotionless eyes. "I have the right to slap one of your concubines, of course. I am, after all, the queen of this palace and your wife. He chuckled while examining me from head to toe before saying those words that broke my heart into a million pieces and made me want to turn it into stone right then. "You are nothing more than the daughter of our rival, and if it were not for the palace and my people, I never would have married you in the first place.You are insignificant in comparison to the woman I adore and desired.I would not have married a woman like you if it were not for the throne." I rubbed the tears from my eyes, laughed harshly and sarcastically, and said "A woman like me? After spending the night with other women, who are you to say this? Unlike you, at least I put effort into this marriage.You only cause me sorrow and regret; you have never shown me any concern.You are not even deserving of the titles of king, spouse, or partner." As he spoke, his eyes were laser-like. "When your own parents did not even give a damn about you before sending you to me, why should I?" As he concluded his statement, he grinned. "So, Jeon Jungkook, let us get a divorce and call it quits on this marriage." He looked at me right away, and I could feel his surprise because, after three years of marriage, he never imagined that I would say this. ___________________________________________________ The book is currently being edited.

"If you lie to a doctor, you'll be buried six feet under and if you lie to a lawyer? You'll be hung six feet above. The choice is yours. Do you want to speak the truth?" ***** Jeon Jungkook, the cruel and most ruthless lawyer in the history has never lost even a single case. He could even turn the tables and prove the guilty as innocent and innocent as guilty without even a one bit of regret. He was married to a guy named Kim Taehyung who was illiterate, and whom he hates the most. But the twist is, Jungkook was himself held as the prime suspect of murdering his father. Would he be proven innocent or guilty as charged? Read to find out. [Suitable for any age group to read. No slangs used, no cuss, no mature content]

She talks to them She controls em She's caren cromen Beyond reality

"𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐞 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫. 𝐇𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐢𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥." 𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐘𝐀 𝐑𝐀𝐈𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐃 Never meant for anyone to read her diary. A leather-bound book soaked in lust, secrets, and unspoken hunger-each page dripping with fantasies she couldn't say aloud. It was her escape. Her addiction. Her confession. Until he found it. 𝐑𝐈𝐕𝐀𝐀𝐍 𝐖𝐎𝐋𝐅𝐄 Cold-blooded. Illegally gorgeous. Feared like a myth. Desired like sin. He doesn't fall. He doesn't feel. He rules the campus without a crown-dangerous, possessive, and never interested in anyone... until her. Now, he's everywhere. Whispering filth in the dark corners of the library. Leaving marks on her body her mind her heart. Touching her like he created her. Now he wants more. Not her smile. Not her words. He wants her soul. Her submission. Her everything. And he'll burn the world if anyone else dares look at what's his.

Let me, dear readers(even if there will be only one reader who can find himself or herself calmer and happier after reading this short story]. Let me talk to you once again! Can you see picture of happy young girl with brother or cousin? Or, if we watch carefully, only younger is happy, and older is serious and somewhat tensed? Who is he? Older sister, cousin, young hired child nanny or housemaid? She and child seem to be modestly dressed but do not look like very exhausted, miserable and hungry. Unfortunately, my new friend had other life, even more difficult than people on this picture.I can hope the children pictured here did not go through what she did, because no child deserves this life path.