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"Why don't you understand, Mr. Agnihothri?" The words were torn from my throat, raw and desperate. "I am not the one who is made for love. Don't try to heal me, Shiv. I'm telling you, you will only break yourself in that process," I screamed, the sound catching and splintering with a deep, shaky breath. ​But the expected anger, the frustrated retreat, never came. Instead, his gaze-intense, impossibly tender-met mine, and a small, maddeningly serene smile touched the corner of his lips. It was a silent challenge, a soft denial that made the fragile control I held on my sanity begin to crumble. ​"Let's stop this here, please," I whispered, the desperate plea barely audible, the fight draining from me. "You deserve someone whole, someone pure, not a shattered, half-broken glass doll like me." The confession was an admission of defeat, and a single, traitorous tear-hot and heavy-escaped the dam of my composure, tracing a path down my cheek. ​Something fractured in his placid facade. The smile vanished, replaced by a sudden, fierce darkness. He shut his eyes, his jaw clenching as he inhaled a deep, steadying breath, a visible battle raging to master a sudden, barely contained fury. Then, in a single, predatory movement, he erased the space between us. ​He captured my shoulders, his grip not cruel, but intensely demanding, and pushed me firmly back against the cool, unforgiving drywall. The sudden pressure was intoxicating, trapping me between the solid surface and his unyielding body. Slowly, deliberately, he leaned in, his intent palpable, until his mouth was almost touching my ear. ​"Saanvi," his voice was a low, resonant rumble, a silken promise laced with a dangerous possessiveness, "Even the breath I take when you are near me is elixir (Amrit) for my soul." His lips brushed my skin as he spoke the last word, the sheer intimacy of the contact sending a wildfire racing through my veins and igniting my heart into an uncontrollable inferno. ​

In the shadows of Seoul's criminal empire, Yoongi stands as the most trusted right hand of the city's most feared mafia. Cold, calculating, and always one step ahead.He's the heir in everything but name. To secure the future of the empire, a marriage is arranged: the mafia's daughter is promised to Yoongi. But hearts don't always follow power plays. As loyalties are tested and betrayals begin to take root, powerful figures move their pieces across the board including Yoongi's father, who has his own idea of who should wear the crown. But in a world where trust is rare and every move is watched, some alliances run deeper than they appear... and some hearts remain hidden in plain sight. Other hand, A boy delicate, defiant in his silence, broken not by the world but by the people who were meant to protect him. Yoongi's obsession is not loud. It coils like smoke possessive, burning, and dangerously close to crossing every line. One night, as the boy trembles before him, whispering, "P-please... I don't know anything...Leave me P-pleaseeeeee...", Yoongi's voice is ice and fire all at once, "Listen, little pretty thing," He growls, "I'm giving you time. Think. Be ready. I'll come back tonight and if you disappoint me... I'll remind you exactly who I am." There are many faces to a man like Yoongi, son, soldier, shadow, lover. But the most dangerous of all... is the one he hides when night falls. ___________________ A Collaboration book with @girl___clumsy NOTE: This book was written by someone else but in between due to some reason she delete it and AFTER HER PERMISSION, we are recreating this plot. This book contains: * Boy x Boy * Sexual Harrasment * Angst * Triggering scenes * Mafia * Force/Rape * Mature contents * Smut * And many more Main Ship: YoonMin Top - Yoongi Bottom - Jimin Side Ships: TaeKook and NamJin Top - Jungkook and Namjoon Bottom - Taehyung and Jin All Rights Reserved ✓ Don't Report or Repost ❌

While returning from a mission, a mafia boss found a boy in a vulnerable state. Soon, he realized that the boy was in a little headspace. Unable to leave him alone, he took the boy to his house and cared for him with all the warmth and gentleness he had. "Mommy..." the little one whispered softly as he crawled toward his mommy, who immediately picked him up in his arms. "Yes, baby boy," the mafia boss replied gently, hugging his little one close to his chest and showering him with comfort and safety. Top Tae Power bottom Kook Cover edited by me

Hundreds of years ago there was a vision, a vision forseeing the danger that would befall on the Jola kingdom. In the vision the throne went to the wrong hands and the Jola kingdom would suffer. Two brothers, one loved and chosen by God and the ancestors, the other disliked and hungry for power. The throne falls on the wrong hands, bringing a curse on the Jola clan. It would take five generations before the curse can be broken. Two people, brought together by fate, are supposed to break the generational curse before it goes onto the next generation. The curse should end with them because they are the chosen ones. "The suffering ends with us, not just for us, but for the generations to come." - Lubabalo Jola. STARTED: 13 March 2026. ENDED: EDITED: ☆DO NOT READ IF SENSITIVE SUBSTANCE ABUSE. ●This story is purely fictional. Any resemblance from characters, places and events is purely coincidental Hope you read and enjoy the book♡.

No name. No face. Just two songs and suddenly, everyone is listening. When an anonymous artist known only as Stori uploads two tracks online, the internet spirals. Millions of streams. Endless theories. A voice that feels too personal to belong to a stranger. No one knows who she is. But Billie Eilish wants to. What starts as curiosity turns into something harder to ignore. Because there's something about the music, something real. Something that feels like it was meant for her. And somewhere behind the screen, Stori is watching it all unfold... never expecting the world to find her. Or that one person actually might.

Vincent DeLuca, a powerful and ruthless CEO hiding a dangerous underworld identity, has lived a life hardened by loss and control. Ayla Seth, a warm and spirited café worker with a haunting past, still believes in the love she reads in books. When their worlds unexpectedly collide, secrets, danger, and guarded hearts begin to unravel, forcing them to confront their pasts and discover whether love can survive the shadows surrounding them.

Farrah Winters has spent twelve years building a life around a wound she refuses to name. She is excellent at her job, loyal to her one true friend, and completely untouchable in every way that matters. Then Knox Harmon comes back to Charlotte-the boy she loved at sixteen, the one she never told, the one whose girlfriend destroyed her in forty-two seconds on a gymnasium microphone. Now Knox is everywhere: at the charity gala, in the partnership meetings, standing across from her at a dinner party with Harlow's hand on his arm. The problem is that proximity does what proximity does when two people have been carrying the same unfinished thing from different sides. What starts between them does not ask whether the timing is right. What follows contains betrayal, a secret that was never supposed to surface, a poison slipped into a drink at a public event, a knife in a parking structure, and a woman who is very strategic and very good at it until she is not. Nothing here is resolved easily. But something is resolved, eventually, and it costs nearly everything to get there. Slow burn. Real heat. Real damage. Come prepared. ©️ _RelleLebby_// R. L.

මිරායු නිර්වාන් ආදිත්‍ය දේවනාරායන ''නේක වර්ණ කපුරු මල් අතරේ කපුරු පොහොට්ටුවකට සිත් ගත්තේ මන්දැයි නොදනිමි...'' . . . yizhan fan fiction dedu6767

Book 3 of The Journey Series Isadiel Zayas‑Smith grew up in a kitchen full of noise and heat, watching his father run Per Ardua with steady hands and a clear purpose. He always knew he wanted that life for himself. What he didn't expect was losing the person who mattered most before he ever had the chance to grow into it. Lizander Watkins had been part of his world since they were kids, first as a friend, then as something deeper, and then as the one who broke the trust they built in secret. Graduation scattered everything. Isa threw himself into cooking, into long nights and early mornings, into the routine that kept him from thinking too much. Ten years later, he has the restaurant in his hands and a life built on order, the noise never touching what he keeps inside. Then Lizander walks back into it. One look is enough to bring back the weight of everything they never said, and Isa feels the ground shift under him in a way he hasn't felt in years. Nothing between them is simple. Nothing is forgotten. And the man standing in front of Isa is not the boy he walked away from. Book 3 of: The Journey Series

hello starlights ⭐⭐... this is a new book for u guys... and this is a collab between me and blackwispers... hope you will like it... and we are not copying anyone's idea... this is our idea... and please do not copy our books... all the credit of the characters goes to ate lara... hope you will like this book too... see you starlights in prologue... bye... ∆ Your Author ∆ ...

Choi Y/N had spent her entire life saving hearts. A talented cardiologist, she believed in logic, medicine, and happy endings. Her story seemed to have one. Years ago, on her first day of college, she got lost and met a second year neurology student who would eventually become her best friend, her first love, and the man she planned to spend the rest of her life with. Together they survived medical school, built successful careers, and created a life that felt almost perfect. Everything was perfect. Until she crossed his path. One late night after leaving the hospital, a terrified scream led her into a dark alley. There, she found a young woman trembling in fear while a man stood before her, his clothes stained with blood. Believing the girl was in danger, Y/N acted without hesitation. She struck the stranger and pulled the girl to safety. She should have walked away. She should have forgotten his face. Because he was not a man people spoke about. He was a whispered warning. A shadow hidden beneath the city's glittering skyline. A name powerful enough to make criminals kneel and authorities look away. And from the moment she hit him, he became interested. Not angry. Not offended. Interested. What began as a single reckless mistake soon dragged Y/N into a world of secrets, obsession, and danger, where the line between protection and possession blurred, and where the most terrifying thing about him was not the blood on his hands. It was the way he looked at her.

She's a stripper that wants to make it out. he's a man that doesn't think he'll ever love again but, what will happen when their worlds collide? READ TO FIND OUT!

Mara Williams is twenty-four years old, drowning in debt, and running out of time. Working double shifts at Mel's 24-Hour Diner on Flatbush Avenue while her mother Clara fights cancer at Kings County Hospital, Mara exists in that brutal space between survival and collapse-too proud to beg, too desperate to keep pretending the math works. When she crosses paths with Dominic "Dom" Reyes at a Crown Heights loft party, the attraction is immediate but the danger is undeniable. Dom controls drug territory across the neighborhood with a quiet ruthlessness that commands respect from men who fear nothing, yet something about Mara pulls at him in ways he hasn't allowed himself to feel in years. What begins as a transaction-Mara making courier runs to cover her mother's bills-slowly becomes something neither of them planned for. Crown Heights is their backdrop: its brownstones and bodegas, its soca music and territorial corners, its beauty and its blood. As the rival Haitian crew led by Jean-Baptiste Laurent pushes into Dom's territory and a childhood friend's obsession turns lethal, Mara finds herself caught between the woman she was raised to be and the woman survival has made her. Keisha, her best friend, is fighting her own battle against an abusive partner. A determined detective is building a case that could imprison everyone Mara loves. Crown Heights is a slow-burning interracial love story about the price of surviving a world designed to crush you-and what it costs to find redemption once you've already paid. ©️ _RelleLebby_// R.H.

She built her empire on asphalt and grief, and she wasn't about to let some white boy with a pretty smile and a fast car take it from her. Raven Cole runs the most feared racing crew in Los Angeles. She doesn't trust easy, she doesn't love easy, and she doesn't forgive at all. After everything the streets took from her, she's running on fume and fury, and the only thing that keeps her breathing is the sound of an engine turning over before a race. Tanner Walsh isn't who he says he is. He drives too clean, lies too smooth, and looks at Raven like she's the only thing worth looking at in a room full of dangerous people. He's supposed to be building a case. He's supposed to stay cold. He's supposed to walk away. Neither of them are very good at doing what they're supposed to do. © Relle H.

A One-Shot Love Story On a quiet night under the moonlight, a hidden confession was carried carefully through silence. What was once simple friendship slowly grew into something deeper, as two hearts finally spoke the words they had kept buried for years.

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Some stories do not begin with love. They begin with acceptance. Indira learned early in life that it rarely asked what she wanted. Instead, it tested how much she could endure. Dreams were luxuries meant for others-women blessed with beauty, education, and voices that were heard. For her, life was a long corridor of silence, where simply surviving felt like an act of quiet courage. So when her parents fixed her marriage, she did not question it. When they told her the groom was not like other men, that his mind was not steady, that his life carried complications, she simply nodded. She did not ask why her. She never did. Aadhavan, meanwhile, stood at the edge of his own fractured world. Trapped between memory and loss, clarity and confusion, he was a man whose mind no longer obeyed the rules others lived by. To some, he was a burden. To others, an embarrassment. And to Indira-before she ever met him-he was simply a fate she had been asked to carry. Their marriage did not begin with whispered vows of love or promises made with certainty. It began with hesitation, misunderstanding, and fragile coexistence. Two strangers bound by rituals they barely understood-one who had learned to live without expecting affection, and another who did not yet know how to give it. She entered his life without expectations. She stayed without complaints. She loved without conditions. But, when the man she married finally remembers who he is, Will he remember her? Will he accept her as his wife? Or will he ask her to walk out of his life? To witness a journey woven with pain, endurance, silent sacrifices, and a love that is earned rather than promised, follow the story of Indira and Aadhavan. [☆ ONLY SAMPLE IS HERE, YOU CAN READ REMAINING CHAPTERS IN Amazon Kindle or Stck Reader App (stck.me App) WITH SAME TITLE OR USING MY PEN NAME Esora 05..☆]

A story of jeon jungkook and Kim taehyung intense love story. where Kim taehyung make his ways in jungkook cold heart will his fragile heart. where he will make his heart beat just for him. jeon jungkook who never let anyone enter in his heart open his heart for a beauty Kim taehyung. where jeon jungkook lifeless life will bloom with taehyung smile. A PASSIONATE LOVE STORY IN WHICH A VILLIAN A LONELY VILLIAN WOULD SACRIFICE EVERYONE JUST FOR HIS BEAUTY. ~~~~ *top jungkook *bottom taehyung *intense love * possession and madness * Dark jungkook * mature content * cold hearted person * craziness