Emotional Stories

Older men make the best lovers-mature, experienced, they know exactly how to take control. But 𝗔𝗮𝗿𝗮𝗺𝗯𝗵 𝗞𝗮𝘃𝗿𝗮𝘆? He wasn't just a lover. He was a beast. A true Daddy-even if he was younger than me. "𝘔𝘢𝘺𝘢, 𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘢 𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘪𝘢𝘤. 𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘤𝘰𝘤𝘬-" I dropped the bottle onto the table with a heavy thud, then shaped my fingers into a circle and slid my other hand up through it, showing her exactly what I meant. "𝘛𝘦𝘯 𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘴. 𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘤𝘬." "𝘛𝘦𝘯 𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘴? 𝘏𝘰𝘸 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘥𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘈𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘮𝘣𝘩 𝘒𝘢𝘷𝘳𝘢𝘺 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘢-" she hiccupped-"𝘢 𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘤𝘰𝘤𝘬?" I leaned in so close my lips brushed her ear, my voice a drunken, filthy whisper. "𝘉𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘸𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝙨𝙚𝙭." "𝘉𝘶𝘵-𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘩𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳?" Maya's eyes narrowed. "𝘈𝘳𝘦𝘯'𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘶𝘱𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘦𝘭𝘴𝘦 𝘪𝘯-𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵? 𝘈 𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘬?" The grin slipped right off my face. I sat back, letting my eyes drift over the dim, smoky bar. My other friends were dancing under flashing lights, their dresses riding high, drinks spilling. My 𝗯𝗮𝗰𝗵𝗲𝗹𝗼𝗿𝗲𝘁𝘁𝗲 𝗽𝗮𝗿𝘁𝘆 was in full swing. But all I could think about was the way he'd stretched me until I cried his name. "𝘐 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵-" My voice cracked before I cleared my throat. "𝘐 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘈𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘮𝘣𝘩 𝘒𝘢𝘷𝘳𝘢𝘺." 𝗜 𝗵𝗮𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝗵𝗶𝗺. I hated his smug smile. His dangerous charm. The fact that everyone avoided

Eight years ago, I fell in love with a widower and the little boy who needed a mother. While everyone else saw Daniel rebuilding his life, I was the one holding it together. I dried Noah's tears, celebrated his birthdays, sat through his fevers, and loved him as if he had been born to me. Every time I asked about marriage, Daniel promised, "Soon." I believed him. Until the day I discovered he wasn't planning our wedding. He was planning his wedding to another woman. To make matters worse, the woman he was marrying had no idea I existed. She believed she was marrying a devoted single father, while the little boy who called me "Mom" had no idea his family was about to fall apart. Walking away should have been easy. Except Noah refused to let me go. And Daniel only realized what he'd lost after someone else started seeing my worth. A heartbreaking psychological romance about love, sacrifice, betrayal, healing, and discovering that sometimes the greatest love story begins the moment you stop begging someone else to choose you.

I was thirty years of age when my life met its sorry end once a simple married woman, my world shattered the moment I found my husband entangled in another's embrace. I died there, on the cold floor of the home we had built together, in a manner far more pitiful than I ever imagined for myself. And yet... I awaken. Breathing. Living. Reborn as the stepmother of a boy destined to become a villain- a child fated to meet the same miserable end as I once did. I failed once as a mother. So, what shall become of this second chance at motherhood? • Note: updates every Saturday Owner of the cover X\@irt_5433

My Last Rites My Brother Performed My Last Rites While I Was Still Alive. At fifteen, I was called a monster for a crime I never committed. My family performed my last rites and declared me dead while I was still alive. I begged them to stop. No one listened. I begged them to believe me. No one did. At sixteen, I watched the same ritual with numb detachment. At seventeen, I stopped caring. At eighteen, I watched it with amusement. Because I knew... It would be the last of my last rites I would ever witness. I laughed. Because I knew the next funeral would be real.

Power. Loyalty. Danger. The Don raised six sons to rule his empire. What he never expected... was to someone to come in and rule them all.

"Shaadi sirf naam ki hogi, Vedika." Arman's cold voice echoed inside the beautifully decorated room. "Don't expect a husband from me." Vedika felt her heartbeat stutter. This was not how she imagined her wedding night since childhood. Not after spending years dreaming about him. Not after writing his name beside hers in the corners of her notebooks. Not after waiting eight whole years for him to return from abroad. Arman sandhu. Her first crush. Her almost-stranger husband. The same boy whose one smile used to make her day... now stood in front of her with emotionless eyes. "I agreed to this marriage because of our families," he continued while loosening his tie, not even looking at her. "You'll get respect, my family name, everything. But don't expect love." Her fingers tightened around her red bridal dupatta. "Was there ever a time," she asked softly, voice trembling, "when you liked me even a little?" Silence. That silence broke her more than words ever could. Because for Vedika Malhotra... this marriage was the beginning of forever. But for Arman sandhu... it was just a responsibility. And sometimes the most painful love stories begin with a promise made in childhood... between two people who wanted completely different futures.

Five years ago, she chose love. When he had nothing, she stayed. Through the uncertainty, the struggle, the dreams that felt too big for reality-she was there. He promised her forever. Promised her a life where love would always come first. But when the moment came, he chose his career. And she was left behind. At eighteen, heartbroken and alone, she discovered she was carrying his child. A truth she could never tell him-because he had already erased her from his life. Blocked. Forgotten. Replaced by fame, success, and a world where she no longer existed. So she left. A new country. A new life. And a daughter who became her entire world. Five years later, in Los Angeles, she's built something strong from the pieces he left behind. Her daughter, Myra-bright, curious, and full of life-loves cricket, unknowingly cheering for the very man who broke her mother's heart. A match. A stadium full of noise. India vs New Zealand. And then... him. Standing on the pitch as India's opening batsman, living the dream he once chose over her. Their eyes meet after years. He sees a stranger. She sees the man who once promised her everything. And between them stands a little girl... who doesn't know the truth. Some love stories don't end. They wait. The question is- When fate brings them face to face again, will it be closure... or a second chance? #1 in breakup noww yayayay!!! date- 29.07.26

"He thought I was his fiance when he pushed me in his bed". She was just the quiet florist girl-delivering roses, not trouble. But when she stepped into the mansion with that bouquet, he mistook her for his runaway fiancée. And when the city's most feared mafia lord makes a mistake... he never lets it go. But was she really mute or pretending, it's still a mystery.

With Alyssa stuck behind enemy lines and the fate of the pack hanging, tensions are higher than ever in this final installment of the Fatal Trilogy. ***** Book 3 begins right where Book 2 left off, with Alyssa captured and brought to the top pack's lair in Montreal. Unsure of Daimon and the rest of the pack's fate, Aly has no choice but to start finding ways to free herself and her baby from the grasps of the top pack and their leader, Pablo. Meanwhile, what's left of Daimon's pack scrambles to come up with a plan to rescue their girl and take down the top pack for good. Content and/or trigger warning: This story contains scenes of violence and sexual activity, and mentions rape and sexual abuse, which may be triggering for some readers. [[word count: 150,000-200,000 words]] Cover designed by Ren T

Gu Zheng, the cold and powerful CEO of Gu Group, never wanted the arranged marriage forced upon him. On the night of his wedding, he leaves the country, abandoning a wife he barely knows. Three years later, he returns with only one intention-divorce. But the woman he left behind is no longer the same. Lin Yue, once bright and warm, now carries silent scars and secrets Gu Zheng could never imagine. The cheerful girl he once met has disappeared, replaced by someone distant and guarded. When circumstances force them to live together for one month before their divorce can be finalized, Gu Zheng begins to uncover fragments of a past he knows nothing about-and emotions he never expected to feel. The wife he once abandoned... may become the woman he can no longer walk away from. But when the truth behind the night that shattered her life finally comes to light... will their marriage survive the past? Or will it break completely?

💕💖A story that proves... love never arrives late. It arrives exactly when the heart is ready. Some women dream of becoming brides. Indira Kumar dreamed of becoming a mother. At twenty-three, she chose to raise her orphaned nephew as her own son, sacrificing the life she could have had without ever looking back. Thirteen years turned into eighteen, and somewhere along the way, she forgot that behind the word Amma was still a woman with a heart capable of being loved. Now thirty-six, plus-sized, soft-spoken, and hiding her insecurities behind warm smiles and graceful sarees, Indira believes love simply isn't written in her destiny. Until one Sunday morning... A cricket match. One accidental hand gripping a stranger's leg. One whistle she innocently demands from the man sitting beside her. One dimpled smile that shatters the walls around a billionaire's guarded heart. Vijay Varma buried his heart with his wife a decade ago. He never imagined that the woman who would teach him to live again would be the one who never believed she deserved love. As one son quietly becomes Cupid for his mother's happiness, two lonely hearts discover that sometimes... The greatest love stories don't begin in your youth. They begin when you've almost stopped believing in them.

Taken from her family at the age of four, because of a deep grudge, Aria doesn't remember the place she used to call home. All she knows now, is silence and pain. All she has is her broken self, and the hope of being free one day. She's been called a curse, and she's been called worse- to the point where Aria doesn't know what is true or not. She'll never escape the hell she's in, she'll never have a home or a family, right? *Sneak peek* Aria: "Where the hell are you?!" I wake up with a jerk on the cold floor of the kitchen's store. The rope that he used to keep me there when his friends were over, bit into my skin, and was now stained with red. He had forgotten. Again. But that was a good thing, because it means I didn't get beatings last night. I tired to move, but the pain from my ankle was sending vibrations to my brain, and I winced, my back hitting the wall hard. I closed my eyes, praying he won't find me- but luck is never on my side. He opens the door, and smirks as he looks down at me. His eyes were clear, he wasn't drunk. That was bad. He made it more painful when he wasn't. He undid the rope, and dragged me by the hair, into the kitchen. "You little bitch. Growing wings now, are we?" He threw me on the floor and kicked my ribs. Pain flared through me, but I shut my eyes tight. Don't make a sound. "Make me my damn breakfast right now. And I want it prepared next time or else." I nod my head, and get to my feet. But he dragged me towards him by the neck, my back to his front. His hand went under my shirt, the threat hanging in the air, and I squeezed my eyes shut. "Do you hear me?" I nod. His hand went up to my chest, and I swallowed the nausea rising up in me. "Yes who?" "Yes Daddy." I choked out. Then he pushed me towards the stove and walked out.

ඇය විවාහ වුණේ කැමැත්තෙන් නොවෙයි... ඔහු ඇයව විවාහ කරගත්තේ තවත් කෙනෙකුට ආදරය කරමින්. මලී නුරාග්ගේ ජීවිතයට ඇතුල් වුණේ නමට බිරිඳක් ලෙසයි. නිහඬ වේදනාවක්, නොකියූ ආදරයක්, බිඳුණු හදවතක් අරගෙන. නුරාග් ඇයගේ වටිනාකම නොදැක තවත් කෙනෙකුගේ බොරුවක අතරමං වෙද්දී... මලී තනියම වේදනාව විඳින්නෙ ඇගේ සිනාව අස්සේය. බිඳුණු පොරොන්දු අතර... සැබෑ ආදරයක් උපදින්න පුළුවන්ද? දුක, ඊර්ෂ්යාව, වෛරය, බොරුව... ඒ හැම දෙයක් මැද උපදින ආදර කතාවක්. ❤️

The Last Cabin Christmas I spent fourteen Christmases loving Carter Hayes. Fourteen winters. Fourteen trips to the same snow-covered cabin. Fourteen years of being his friend. The problem wasn't that he didn't know me. The problem was that he never saw me. When Carter arrives for our final Christmas at the cabin with a beautiful new girlfriend on his arm, I tell myself it doesn't matter. I've survived this before. But Sienna isn't like the others. She knows exactly how I feel about him. And she isn't afraid to use it. As the snow falls and old traditions begin for the last time, I realise something has to change. Because I can't spend another Christmas being someone's second choice. So this year, I choose myself. Even if it means leaving Carter behind. A friends-to-lovers, slow-burn romance filled with unrequited love, holiday angst, jealousy, heartbreak, grovel, and a happily ever after. ❄️ Friends to Lovers 🎄 Christmas Cabin Romance 💔 He Falls Second 😡 Mean Girlfriend Drama 🏔️ Snowed In ❤️ Grovel & HEA

"You were never meant to be my wife, Saanvi." "Don't worry, Reyansh," she replied quietly. "I was never planning to stay." Reyansh Malhotra never planned to marry Saanvi Rao. In fact, he made sure she knew that before the wedding even happened. When powerful families decide their future, love rarely gets a say. Forced into an alliance neither of them wanted, Reyansh offers Saanvi a deal the night before their wedding. Six months. Six months of pretending to be husband and wife. Six months until he divorces her and marries the woman he truly loves. For Reyansh, it is a simple arrangement. For Saanvi, it is a quiet sacrifice. Bound by a contract and trapped in the cold grandeur of the Malhotra mansion, Saanvi quickly learns that being Reyansh's wife does not mean being accepted as one. To him, she is only a placeholder... a temporary solution to a permanent problem. And when Rhea Kapoor-the woman Reyansh loves-walks back into his life, the fragile balance of their arrangement begins to shatter. But hearts are unpredictable. And sometimes the person meant to stay only for a while... becomes the one you cannot bear to lose. Because some contracts are easy to sign. Breaking them, however, might cost everything.

Seraphina Hayes always believed she would recognize betrayal if it ever came near her marriage. She imagined it loud. Obvious. Unforgivable. She never imagined it would look like this. Like her husband smiling at another woman the way he used to smile at her. Like late-night messages that weren't inappropriate - just intimate. Like emotional comfort slowly being outsourced. And she definitely never imagined standing outside a glass office in downtown Los Angeles... Watching her husband hesitate before pulling away from another woman's lips. The kiss wasn't hungry. It wasn't desperate. It was worse. It was familiar. And in that single second - She realized she had already been replaced emotionally long before that moment happened. She didn't scream. She didn't storm in. She simply turned... And walked away from the life she thought was unbreakable. Sequel of the novel tilted 'Unfaithful Promise' is out. Do read

I spent twelve years loving Mason Hayes. Twelve summers. Twelve birthdays. Twelve years of almosts. The problem wasn't that he didn't know. The problem was that he did. He just never realised what it was costing me. When Mason arrives at our annual lake house vacation with a girlfriend on his arm, I finally understand something I should have learned years ago: Sometimes loving someone isn't enough. So I leave. And for the first time in his life, Mason has to figure out what it means to lose me. A grovel-to-HEA romance about unrequited love, heartbreak, and finally choosing yourself.

𝐆𝐈𝐔𝐋𝐈𝐀 𝐕𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐎, a young girl who's never known stability. Raised by a reckless, unstable mother, she spent her childhood caught between drug runs and police raids, ruining her right for a normal childhood. One night when her mother goes missing, Giulia's whole life changes... again. Will being under the guardianship of her new older brothers give her a chance at normalcy in her life or will they cause even more mess than before? Healing isn't easy and trust doesn't come free. ☆ ☆ ☆ As I lied there in the hospital bed with a pounding headache, practically suffocating me while barely conscious, I heard that familiar, raspy, deep, sleep deprived voice that I've recently come to find comfort in. "Nessuno oserà toccarti di nuovo senza perdere le mani, amore," they whispered. (No one will dare touch you again without losing their hands, love.) I felt two hands hold my face with a soft kiss on my forehead. Their rough and large hands a contrast to their gentleness. The comforter over me shuffled as the familiar person brought them up to my chin and tucked me in. "Riposati ora sei al sicuro, bambina," they murmured, stroking my hair. Before I knew it, simply the presence of them reassured me as I felt myself drift off again into a deep sleep. (Rest now, you're safe, baby). ☆ ☆ ☆ 𝐑𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄 (noun): a state of being pleasantly lost in one's thoughts; a daydream.

"උඹව මට ලං කරගෙන මං කරගත්තේ උබවත් මගෙ පවුකාර ජීවිතේට ඇදලා දැම්ම එක කියලා මතක් වෙද්දි හැමදේටම වඩා මට වේදනයි චූටි.උඹ රැකෙන්න මම දුරින් ඉන්න ඕන කියන එක එදා තේරුනානම් දිවුරනවා මගෙ හුලගක්වත් උඹට වදින්න ඉඩ තියන්නෑ මම..." "ඔයා මට ආදරේ කරේ නෑ.." [💚දිනෙක හමුවූ❤️] yizhan nonfic sinhala happy ending start: 2025/06/03

He was a stranger. She was an orphan. Their families arranged their marriage. But love? That was something they had to arrange themselves. Aarohi Sharma has spent eight years being a burden in her aunt's house. When she's married off to a man she's never seen, she expects more of the same-invisibility, obligation, survival. Kabir Ahuja is a brilliant pediatric surgeon with walls so high no one can climb them. He agreed to this marriage for his dying father. Nothing more. But when their eyes meet at the jaimala, something shifts. Seven pheras. Two strangers. One lifetime to figure out what forever really means. A story of first kisses, uneven parathas, jealousy, period care, and two people who never dated anyone-finding everything in each other. Because love isn't about how you meet. It's about how you stay. TROPES🌸 ❤️ Slow burn ❤️ Virgin leads ❤️ Arranged marriage ❤️ Dual POV - Start date - 4th April 2026 - End date - 11th June 2026