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Kim Min-koon ends up as caregiver for his brother who's a little. He loves his brother and wants to take care of him, but his brother fights his headspace a lot. This is my first LittleSpace book. It is non-sexual and may contain some little spanking.

For India's fiercely patriotic cricket captain, the sport is a sacred duty that demands the sacrifice of a personal life. For a brilliant young media intern, he is an ultimate idol. But when their paths cross behind the stadium lights, they must decide if a love that transcends boundaries is a fatal distraction-or the very thing that will lead them to ultimate glory.

Every wolf dreams of hearing the Moon whisper their mate's name. Seren Ashwood wishes she never had. At twenty-three, she travels across the Frozen Territories after receiving the ancient Moon Summons. The Northern Alpha-Kael Draven-is her destined mate, the future High Alpha who will unite twelve kingdoms. Only... When Seren arrives, Kael doesn't smile. He doesn't welcome her. He barely looks at her. Because the woman already standing beside him-the beautiful healer Lyra-is the one he loves. The Moon may have chosen Seren. His heart never did. Can love freely chosen become stronger than love destined by fate? "This is not primarily a werewolf romance. It is a fantasy epic wrapped inside a romance."

"Can't you understand? I don't love you. You are a minor, and you're my best friend's sister. This isn't right-it can never happen." With those final words, he turned away, leaving her behind. Tears streamed down her face as she stood there, shattered, her heart breaking into pieces. •┈••✦ 𓆩ᥫ᭡𓆪 ✦••┈• "Why don't you understand? I am not interested in you!" she shouted, her voice filled with frustration. "I don't want to marry you! I was young back then... it was just a foolish crush. I don't feel anything for you anymore!" She had spent years trying to forget him, forcing herself to move on. Yet now, when she had finally freed herself from the past, he was the one chasing after her. "Please, Petal... just one chance," he whispered, his voice breaking as he fell to his knees, his pride abandoned. •┈••✦ 𓆩ᥫ᭡𓆪 ✦••┈• • T R O P E S • • Brother best friend • She fell first and hard • Slow burn romance • Age gap (7 year) • Nerd fl • He never saw her that way... until • Protective to the extreme • Only soft for her • He spoils her excessively • Possessive beyond limits • Burns with jealousy • Husband duties taken seriously • He'd destroy anyone who hurts her

A soldier in the Indian Army. He survived the toughest terrains, excelled in combat, stood firm with practiced discipline... and the only battle he lost was in front of a girl. Daughter of a soldier. She grew up in a military environment, witnessed people living on the edge with the constant fear of losing their loved ones. She lived that fear herself... yet couldn't stop herself from falling for that one soldier. Both their minds knew the challenges their fate would bring. But their hearts, their hearts still chose each other. Dive in to know their story. - @tales.of.orchids

Persephone Hera Hunters left her tiny Tennessee hometown with one dream-to become the country music star she'd always promised herself she'd be. Years later, she has everything she thought she wanted. A platinum record. Sold-out tours. Awards. Fans who know every lyric. The only thing she doesn't have is the ability to write another song. With her record label demanding a new album and every blank page mocking her, her best friend convinces her to go back to the one place she's spent years trying to forget-home. Back to Knoxville. Back to the family ranch. Back to the memories. And back to Hunter Matthews. The boy next door. The star quarterback. The one who made high school miserable by teasing and tormenting her every chance he got. The same boy she'd secretly loved since first grade. Hunter never expected to see Persephone again. After his father's death shattered his dreams of becoming a professional musician, he stayed behind to save the family farm and care for the only family he had left-his mother. Every sunrise is spent feeding cattle. Every weekend is spent risking his life bull riding at rodeos just to keep the farm alive. Music became something he only sang to the fields. But the moment Persephone walks back into town, every feeling he'd buried comes rushing back. She thinks he hated her. The truth is far worse. He loved her so much that sixteen-year-old Hunter had no idea how to show it without pushing her away. Now she's the country superstar writing songs about heartbreak. He's the farmer whose dreams never left Tennessee. And as old wounds reopen, secrets come to light, and unfinished feelings refuse to stay buried, they'll have to decide if love deserves one more chance...or if some songs were always meant to end before the last chorus.

𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ💌𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ ❝ किसी दिलवाली ने... किसी मतवाली ने... ❞ ❀༉‧₊˚. हमें ख़त लिखा है कि हमसे पूछा है... ☾⋆⁺₊✧ 𖹭 के घर कब आओगे... ✧˖° लिखो कब आओगे... 𓂃♡𓂃 ⋆༺𓆩☾𓆪༻⋆ "𝐃𝐮𝐭𝐲 𝐅𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭." He says it like a rule almost like a prayer like something carved into bone. 𓍢ִ໋🌷͙֒ And she nods... even when her heart wants to ask,"And me?" ❀༉‧₊˚. This is not a love story that begins with stolen glances. It begins with family decisions. Horoscopes matched and Steel trunks packed. A wedding under the weight of olive green. ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ The Nineties. Landline calls that end too soon. Handwritten letters that smell like ink and longing. Army quarters where wives learn the sound of boots before they learn the rhythm of their husband's breathing. ☾𖤓 They were strangers when the sindoor was placed. Strangers when the regiment called his name louder than she ever could. Strangers... who slowly started choosing each other in the quiet after the bugle call. 𓂃𓂂𓏸♡ He belongs to the nation and She belongs to the vow. And somewhere between salutes and suppressed desires love begins to bloom... not loudly, not rebelliously but devotionally. ❦ This is a story of officers who will always choose the border over the bed. Of wives who will fold their loneliness like a neatly pressed uniform. Of couples who do not fall in love at first sight... but kneel into it, day by day like prayer. 𓇢𓆸 ୨♡୧ Some will fight their own hearts. Some will almost break. Some will whisper, ❝ Stay. ❞ even when they know he will leave at dawn. ✧༺♥༻∞ Because here desire burns. But duty wins. 𓂃☾𓂃 And yet... love does not lose. 𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊 It transforms. It waits and It worships. 𓆩

This book need lots of time and changes so chapter will come lately, I'm sorry.

He was never meant to be mine. Just someone I painted. Someone I kept. From a distance that felt safe... until it didn't. - Shub 🌷

Quackity was red like fire. If Bad was too close to it, he would burn and disintegrate to nothing but ashes. But when there is this safe distance, when he makes sure that everything is okay, the fire gives off warmth and love. Like Quackity. He was red like blood, like a whisper of passion and love, but also a scream of danger. He reeks of anger and resentment, of grief and revenge. But he also gives off longing kisses and touch-starved hugs. He was both of those things. And Bad equally loved them all.

"When Little Miss, "I Can Do It Myself," Meets "Mister Sit Down." ••••••• "Don't tempt me, little menace... unless you're ready to see what happens when I stop holding back." She's in love with the wrong guy. And the right one just happens to be the most dangerous man in the city. Riya can't let go of Vamsi-her boyfriend, her comfort, and her biggest mistake. Then comes Veer Singhania-cold, feared, and everything she should run from. But around her, he's different. Still dangerous... just in a way that feels almost safe. Secrets don't stay hidden forever. And when love gets tangled with loyalty, someone always ends up hurt. A twisted mafia romance where fear isn't the weapon-feeling is. --- "I don't want her scared of me. I want her ruined by me." End of story. A Twisted Romance By.. Moonstruck_Bookworm ..... Started: 6 March 2025 Ended: 31st July 2025

In an alternate universe, Lucknow's Mahila Police Station is not just fighting crime. It is fighting silence, power, and the cost of caring too much. Haseena Malik believes emotions make better police officers. The world keeps proving her wrong. When a new officer enters her life, someone who understands both law and loss, Haseena finds herself standing at a dangerous edge. Between justice and compromise. Between love and control. Between the woman she is and the officer she must remain. This is not a comedy. This is not easy love. This is a story about choosing someone when the system gives you every reason not to.

Nyx, a fire-hearted girl with too much pride and too many secrets, was never meant to fall so deeply. But she did-into Lilith, the quiet girl with a gaze that spoke volumes but lips that never confessed. For years, their connection danced between obsession and silence, until Nyx said too much, and Lilith said nothing at all. Broken by rejection, haunted by what could've been, Nyx escapes into college life, where a mysterious and beautiful senior named Selene begins to slowly chip away at the walls around her heart. Selene-charming, patient, and dangerous in the way she sees through everything-becomes Nyx's unexpected anchor. But while Selene is falling, Nyx is still searching for the pieces of Lilith she left behind. Meanwhile, Lilith burns from afar. Her silence was sacrifice. Her rejection, protection. And now, the girl she swore to shield is slipping away into the arms of someone else. This is a story of yearning and obsession. Of girls who love too quietly and too much. Of betrayal, guilt, healing, and the question that hurts the most: What if she was always yours, but you let her go? ---

Aiko falls first. Kanamori falls harder but refuses to admit it. Hair clips, late nights at the Eizouken club, quiet moments that feel too intentional to be accidental... everything starts to blur the line between "just practical" and something more. Until Aiko confesses. And Kanamori panics. What follows is distance, regret, and the slow realization that some feelings don't disappear just because you ignore them. They were never just casual. Not even close.

Eyeball does care about Chris, honest. He wishes he'd been a better brother, but it's too late to change things now. Snapshots from the film Stand By Me from Eyeball's point of view.

The carriage is too small. The air is too thick. And Colin Bridgerton is far too aware of how close she is. Lady Amara Sterling sits across from him, hands folded neatly in her lap, her composure flawless-despite the echo of another man's name still ringing in his ears. He watched her dance. Watched her smile. Watched them look at her as though she were something to be won. And now she is here. With him. Alone. Every jolt of the carriage tightens the tension between them, each stolen glance unraveling the restraint Colin has clung to all season. Jealousy burns hot and reckless in his chest, spilling out in sharp words he never meant to speak... and confessions he never planned to make. Because watching other men court her is unbearable. Because pretending he does not care is worse. Because some loves are too quiet for society-but far too loud to ignore. One carriage. One truth on the verge of being spoken. And a line that, once crossed, can never be undone. A Bridgerton season 3 inspired romance.

he never asked for this marriage. He never believed in love. When Y/N, a kind-hearted village girl, is forced into marrying the most feared businessman - Jeon Jungkook - her life turns into a storm of secrets, danger, and unexpected emotions. Cold, ruthless, and untouchable, Jungkook treats their marriage like a business deal. But behind his walls lies a man haunted by power, betrayal, and scars no one can see. As their worlds collide, Y/N finds herself trapped between fear and desire, between chains and freedom. Will love bloom in the darkness, or will his ruthless heart destroy them both?

Characters belong to Rick Riordan; I do not claim ownership. Probably OOC. English is not my first language-beware of grammar and spelling mistakes! After the war with Gaea, Camp Jupiter is forced to reckon with countless changes: Jason's departure, the deaths of legionnaires, a shaken chain of command-and a praetor barely holding herself together. The Twelfth Legion struggles to recover from its losses. Rome demands leadership-unyielding, decisive, and willing to bear impossible weight. Hazel Levesque never asked to be involved. At fourteen, she is loyal, brave, and painfully aware of the cost of war-but Rome has never spared the young. As expectations rise and loyalties fracture, a new praetor is expected to command the Twelfth Legion. Will they rise to meet Rome's demands-or be crushed beneath them? Can they truly bear the responsibility of being one of the youngest praetors in Camp Jupiter's history? Will they lead the legion forward-or collapse under the weight of Rome's expectations? Will they be remembered as a great leader... or as an embarrassment? And above all: can they make a child of the Underworld earn the respect that was stolen from them at birth?

You were cast to fall in love with him. On script, it was simple-stolen glances, soft confessions, a love story written to make millions believe. But off camera, he doesn't switch it off. His touch lingers too long. His silence says too much. And the way he looks at you... feels dangerously real. As your drama climbs the charts, so do the rumors. Fans dissect every scene. Paparazzi follow every step. And somewhere between scripted kisses and unscripted moments, you stop knowing what's acting-and what isn't. Because he doesn't confess in words. He writes songs. And every lyric sounds like you. But in an industry built on illusion, loving him might cost you everything. So the question isn't do you love him? It's-can you survive it when the world finds out?

He was supposed to help his best friend get with the boy. He just didn't expect he'd fall for him first. ***** Owen Chandler never meant to get involved with Milo Maverick. The loud, charming, and undeniably popular new kid. His only intention was to help his best friend with her stubborn crush on Milo and stay out of the spotlight. But Milo has a way of pulling people in. Especially in private. Owen didn't mean for himself to be dragged so deep into this. He didn't mean for the lines to blur between what's planned and what's real. He didn't mean to catch feelings. And he certainly didn't mean to kiss him. Now, all that's left are layers upon layers of secrets.