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Some people enter your life like sunlight - warming everything they touch, making the world brighter just by existing. But what happens when that person has never once felt the sun themselves? --- "Or aapne?" She asked with curiosity. "I wished that I could call you Srishti." He mumbled. Advika stopped, this time 'she' was confused. "Huh? Srishti? Me? Why?" A gentle breeze flowed into the atmosphere, Advika's hair fluttered around. Some strands came to her face. "I think that name suits you." He said, his eyes stuck on the hair strand on her face. Before she could say anything further. He leaned forward. "May I?" He murmured. "...Han?" His hands moved towards her face, tucking back the strand that kept moving on her face. Advika's breath caught in her throat. He moved back without wasting any more time and smiled softly brilliantly. "I think that name suits you." He repeated. Advika again turned forward, she started walking again. "Ahh acha..." She flustered and took a deep breath to calm herself. "Devi maa ki help karti hu aapki wish puri karne main. You can call me Srishti." She glanced at the other side. "Yes, Srishti." For the first time she noticed-he had a gummy smile. A slight red hue rushed on her cheeks, one that is invisible but still their. 𝑺𝒓𝒊𝒔𝒉𝒕𝒊...𝒎𝒚 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒍𝒅.. --- Advika Agarwal, a warm and kind person-carries deep wounds. Wounds given to her by her close ones. Ishvay Solanki, bubbly and happy-but is he really happy? Or carrying ages of guilt. What happens when two people who shows what are not, and when they fall in love...slowly, but surely-A slow burn romance between two broken people who only know how to smile while hiding everything beneath. --- Will upload chapters every Thursday pm.(Saturday too if possible)

„The world is fracturing, Swallow, and what crawls out of the mire does not care for your noble privileges.'' Sixteen-year-old Sambor Sokolnicki was born with frost-white hair and a reflex that can freeze time - a gift he doesn't yet understand. Raised under his veteran father's iron hand, he was destined to become the Commonwealth's finest blade, in an age that forgot its guardians. Everything changes when a journal in the family armory leads him to a cave that reeks of lilac and gooseberries, where a power older than the Crown sleeps beneath a black monolith. Forced into flight from home, Sambor becomes an outlaw, riding south for Kraków with a star-forged sabre and an archer from the Wild Fields. Something dormant in his blood is coveted by the mightiest forces alive, while from Wawel's shadow a Gray Eminence counts the days until it wakes. What does he see in Sambor, the one who has waited in the dark for centuries?

Riel Damien Frost Amethyst, a cold-hearted billionaire and heir of a powerful underground syndicate, views his arranged marriage to Dwiriti Xanwier Xmalson as nothing more than a business transaction. But Dwiriti, a scarred aspiring marine biologist and biochemist deemed as ugly by the society, refuses to be broken by Riel's cruelty. With sharp words and unshakable indifference, he becomes the one thing Riel cannot control. What begins as disdain quickly festers into a dark obsession. Riel's growing desire to possess Dwiriti consumes him, blurring the lines between hatred and obsession. As Riel's need to break Dwiriti intensifies, he finds himself unable to stay away. In a game of power, desire, and possession, one question lingers: How far will Riel go to claim what he believes is his? Note- I don't like non con stories so will write dark romance without that, moreover dark romance shouldn't be about non consensual relationship P.S. - English is not my first language. Please pardon my grammatical errors. <3 (All the names and places in this story are fictional because I didn't want to use real names (surname) of people or locations. I don't have much knowledge about places, people, ethnicities, traits, or how people from different cultures and nationalities are. The biggest issue is that I've never left my own town to explore other places. While the internet can show me locations and how specific places look, I struggle to describe them due to my shortcomings as a writer. So, everything in this story is entirely made up. :)

Demor Island has one detective, one killer, and one name nobody can find .... Charlie. Detective Grayson has been hunting the same killer for three months. Fourteen victims. One number carved into each of them: 18. No pattern. No evidence. No face. What nobody knows ..... not the police, not the island, not even Grayson himself ....is that the detective and the killer are the same person. Shadow is a dark thriller about grief, justice, and the monsters we become when the law fails us. © Iram , 2026. All rights reserved. This story, including all characters, plot, dialogue, and world-building, is the original work of the author. No part of this work may be reproduced, distributed, copied, or used in any form without the express written permission of the author. Unauthorised use of this content constitutes copyright infringement

"I promised my heart to a girl from my past. I never expected a woman in the rain to make me want to break that promise." On the darkest day of his life, at his father's funeral, Azeem Malik met a girl he never forgot. Quiet. Gentle. Unforgettable. She handed him her handkerchief... and disappeared. He never learned her name. Never saw her again. But some memories refuse to fade. And fate rarely asks for permission. 🌧️🌧️🌧️ Years later, another woman crashes into his carefully controlled world. Zoya Mirza. Soft-hearted. Stubborn. Quietly strong. After spending her entire life being treated like a disappointment for not being the son society wanted, Zoya has learned how to carry her pain with a smile. Azeem should keep his distance because she was never supposed to matter. But somehow, little by little, she starts taking a place in his heart that was never meant for anyone else. How do you fall in love when your heart already belongs to someone from the past? As old wounds begin to heal and unexpected bonds bring people closer together, Azeem finds himself caught between the memory he never let go of and the woman standing right in front of him. Will he keep holding on to the past? Or risk everything for the future Allah may have written for him? A story about faith, family, healing, destiny and the people Allah writes into your life long before you understand why. Trope: 🌧️ Muslim Romance 🌧️ Slow Burn 🌧️ He Falls First 🌧️ Secret Longing 🌧️ Family Secrets 🌧️ Protective MMC 🌧️ Soft FMC #1 latest (20.05.26) #1 Afghan (27.03.26) #11 muslimlovestory (27.04.26) #3 rain (01.07.26) #7 emotionalromance (27.02.26) #2 newauthor (10.03.26) #7 Nikkah (16.04.26) #5 halalromance (25.03.26) #4 muslim (20.04.26) #9 muslimromance (08.06.26) #13 wattpadindia (09.08.26) #4 halallove (15.08.26)

A slum-born thief carrying a weaponized infection and a ruthless prince are bound by a corrupt military draft. Their forced alliance is the only defense against a deadly political conspiracy threatening the kingdom.***^^^*** She's the hunted. He's the hunter. But now, their fates are one. Jaxon Solis is the replaceable heir to a crumbling throne. Despite his powers of light, he is the darkest force in every room. He is a executioner. He might just be Death itself.Gwendalyn Rook is a thief from the slums who runs to survive. She is small, she is fragile, and she has been bitten by a monster whose venom will slowly drive her insane. Because of that bite, her very existence is illegal. When the unexpected draft forces them together, Gwendalyn must navigate treacherous palace conspiracies and life-or-death trials-all while hiding her condition from a prince who would execute her if he discovered the truth. Failure means exile. Success means survival. Maybe the spark between them is nothing more than necessity. Or maybe they are just lying to themselves. Because as the palace walls close in, the truth becomes undeniable :Falling for the prince is dangerous. Him falling too is lethal.

For centuries, war has raged between two ancient factions: the Mages and the Werewolves. Bound by hatred, neither side remembers how the conflict truly began. To them, peace is nothing more than a forgotten legend. On the battlefield, Andre Harrison, a newly turned twenty-year-old Alpha, follows a mysterious scent of forest and cinnamon through the chaos of war. What he discovers changes everything-the person standing before him is his mate, and he belongs to the very faction Andre has been raised to distrust. Caliph Benjamin, one of the youngest Archmages, has never understood why the two factions continue to destroy one another. He fights alongside the Mages not because he believes in their hatred, but because he fears exile and the loneliness that comes with standing alone. Then he meets Andre. The blue-eyed wolf should have been his enemy. Yet somehow, his presence makes Caliph's fear disappear. For the first time, Caliph knows exactly what he wants: to stay beside Andre and protect him, no matter what stands between them. But their bond is more than a forbidden connection. Hidden deep within the ancient records of both factions lies a prophecy known only to the elders-a prophecy that speaks of two souls born from opposing bloodlines, whose union could either end the war or bring about the destruction of both worlds. As the elders desperately try to keep the prophecy hidden, Andre and Caliph are forced to question everything they have ever been taught. Because Perhaps the war was never meant to continue. Perhaps they were never meant to be enemies. Perhaps their meeting was not a coincidence But the beginning of a destiny that neither the Mages nor the Werewolves can stop.

At Noir University, every legend has a beginning. When students begin disappearing without a trace, Kieran Vale and Nicolette Veras are drawn into a mystery hidden beneath the campus. Every clue leads to a single name whispered only as a myth. Nevah. Some say it never existed. Others say those who search for it are never seen the same way again. As truth blurs with deception and trust becomes dangerous, one question remains: What if the greatest legend isn't a story... but a warning?

Elodie Thomas, a classy girl, finds herself locked in a library with the school's bad boy, Dean. But to her surprise, he's very interested in books. After that incident, she began seeing him in a new light. Unbeknownst to her, he always saw her in a different light. Now watch as their relationship grows and blossoms into something more beautiful.

Kayla is a bubbly sweet girl who has two crazy besties and her life is nothing close to romantic.But when faced with her cold-hearted boss,she becomes a little bit more humble and catch feelings for the devil who in turn treats her like a maid. Kyle, owner of KFL telecom company,meets his new assistant and instantly start preying on her for his personal entertainment. --- "Why didn't you tell me?"Kyle asked seeming angry. "When would I have told you, Kyle?" I fired back, my fists clenched"You were a little too busy for me yesterday boss. I guess I'm not so important to you after all." I regretted what I said as soon as it came out. I sounded needy. Pathetic. "What do you mean by you're not important to me?" He says coming closer, his jaw ticking. "You know what. Nevermind." Recognition crossed his face. Shit. He knew. I need to go. I stepped back with my racing heart. "I need to go. Forget it." "Kayla" I waved him off. I needed to get out of this place. No I couldn't leave. But being near him was not an option. I needed a place to breathe. Conference room. Yes I'll go there. As I turned right into the conference room I heard footsteps behind me,"Kyle what the fuck?". His chest heaved as he locked the door. His grey eyes holding so many emotions, I shivered."You don't get it, Kayla". "Get what?" I crossed my arms, my pulse racing."Look Kyle you don't have to-" He closed the distance between us, cupping my face with his large hands and brought his lips to mine. Time stopped at the moment, seconds and minutes passing by. He tilted my head back, exploring my mouth with his tongue. My legs turned to jelly when he moaned into my mouth. Oh my God. His lips were warm and soft, and perfect. He tasted like coffee and chocolate. "Do you still think you aren't important to me" He whispered in my mouth. Shaking my head no, he chuckled breaking the kiss. #20 bossandassistant- 24/8/24 #2 boss- 13/8/26

Lachlan and Meadow were best friends...in elementary school. All communication stopped in middle school, and she never knew why. Meadow wasn't ignorant; Lachlan was good-looking, rich, and popular, everything she wasn't. It didn't take a genius to understand why he wanted to find new friends. It was senior year, and Lachlan had something to say to Meadow. But Meadow wasn't sure if she could ever trust the boy who ghosted her all those years ago. Unfortunately, she was the yearbook photographer and was forced to photograph the football team. Specifically, the star quarterback. She couldn't avoid him forever. Lachlan was the reason Meadow didn't trust anyone and had built her walls so high. Would he be the reason she tore those walls down?

Three people. One past that never really stayed buried. Aadhya Sharma knows better than to fall for someone like Aryan Rathore. Cold, arrogant, controlling, emotionally impossible and carrying enough guilt to drown in. But somewhere between late-night arguments, accidental softness, rain-soaked mistakes, and feelings neither of them were supposed to have, she does anyway. The problem? Aarav Mehta was always the safe choice. The good guy. The one who stayed. And when love starts looking more like betrayal, all three of them are forced to decide: is choosing yourself worth hurting the people you care about most?

~~~✿︎ 🇼 🇪 🇱 🇨 🇴 🇲 🇪 ✿︎~~~ 𝐕𝐈𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐒𝐇 𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐀 » A absolute dashing figure, A big boy oops... I must say a MAN ;) Straight out of a novel written by a woman, Often called as rude, arrogant... etc! Well known as 'V-Charm' cause he is damn' charming and a successful freak! A businessman, Note down a immensely successful one! He never regrets for anything he does, not even for burning someone alive "𝑰 𝒘𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒓𝒆𝒈𝒓𝒆𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒅𝒊𝒆 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒚𝒐𝒖, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑰 𝒘𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒉𝒆𝒔𝒊𝒕𝒂𝒕𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒌𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒚𝒐𝒖." 𝐕𝐈𝐇𝐘𝐀𝐀𝐍𝐀 𝐃𝐈𝐗𝐈𝐓 » She is a self-made billionaire, And her beauty isn't like once you cross her way you are going to turn around and look for her again, but damn' she is ethereal, you are going to stay right there to stare at her, She is untouchable, She holds the ability to tear apart anyone's heart! "𝑰𝒇 𝑰 𝒄𝒂𝒏 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒈𝒓𝒊𝒑 𝒐𝒏 𝒂 𝒇𝒍𝒐𝒘𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒘𝒉𝒚 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒂 𝒈𝒖𝒏?" Do they know each other ? < 𝙰𝚕𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚒𝚌𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚎𝚜 𝚞𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚢 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝙿𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚝! 𝙱𝚞𝚝 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚎𝚍𝚒𝚝𝚜 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚎 >

Alison Houston (Alice) was an ordinary teenager until one day she came across a shady businessman and got gaslit into buying a product called "Bottle Spirits", which is said to have the ability to summon a random fictional character from a fantasy series called "Gravilias Knights". Though at first she didn't believe any of it, thinking it's a lie, soon she realized her surroundings aren't the same anymore as fantasy characters started appearing in the real world, and a certain man keeps following her ever since she purchased the product. Who is this man? What does he want? Which character will come out of *her* bottle? What awaits her in the future? To find out, read "Bottle Spirits". [Not a romance story, kindly don't ship the two main characters. The protagonist (Alice) will eventually get a love interest of her age later on in the story.] ⚠️Disclaimer⚠️:‐ The story contains topics and gore imagery that may not be suitable for some readers.

🖤 SEASON ONE: The Beginning of the Nightmare 🔪 The Cassian family is trapped in the deadly web of a mysterious man's evil plan. He didn't even spare their youngest princess, 9-month-old Elara. Torn away from the people who loved her the most, she has vanished into a nightmare no innocent child should ever face. But the biggest questions remain... Who is this mysterious man? What does he want with little Elara? And why has he chosen the Cassian family? Will Raisan and Mira be able to find their daughter before it's too late? Meanwhile, 9-month-old Sahara, Elara's elder twin sister, cries endlessly-as if her tiny heart already knows that her sister is trapped in the darkest nightmare imaginable. Will the sisters reunite? Or is this only the beginning of a terrifying game? Welcome to Season One, where every secret has a price, every heartbeat hides a mystery, and every chapter brings the Cassian family closer to a fate they never imagined. Stay tuned for the upcoming chapters of Season One... 🖤🔪

"Some places give you a second chance. Some people make you believe in it." Aurelia has spent years hiding from the world, trying to fix a life that feels broken beyond repair. Calix doesn't talk much-but when he does, it's impossible not to listen. Second Cup isn't just a café, it's a refuge for lost souls, for second chances, for hearts that don't know how to heal. When Aurelia and Calix cross paths, sparks fly in quiet ways, secrets unravel, and both discover that sometimes the right person doesn't fix you... they just help you find yourself again. Warm. Tender. A story about finding a home in the most unexpected places.

He controls entire city but she controls his heart 🔥💋 shair : the name alone runs this city . streets bow to his command , and mercy doesn't exist in his dictionary . Ruthless , cold , Untouchable . until her.... his shayarin . 😩 where obsession wears the mask of love , and possession is the only promise . when the most dangerous man falls , he falls hard . and never let go . ⚠️ 🔞 | Dark romance | mafia | possessive ML | strong female lead | italian X indian Romance by 14septAuthor ✒️⛓️🍂

So long and far away, there once ruled a certain shogun in Inazuma. Stories about her tell how she went from being one of the most loved rulers in Teyvat to the most hated one. ¿How did this change happen so quickly? It begins with once upon a time... ❁None of these characters are mine, all credits belong to Hoyoverse ❁The cover is not mine, credits to its respective owner ❁This is an original story based on Aku no Musume/Daughter of Evil

✼༶｡.:✽・ﾟ✼༶｡.:✽・ﾟ✼༶｡.:✽・ﾟ✼༶｡.:✽・ﾟ A 16 year old Izuku Midoriya has just moved into a new home with his mother. He's extremely nervous about the move. He's going to have a different neighborhood with new people in a new place, and he's not exactly thrilled. All he can think about is how terrible his new life here is going to be, until he meets his next-door neighbors. One fateful afternoon when he gets a strange knock at the door. Izuku opens it, expecting a package, instead he was greeted by a handsome blond boy who looks to be around his age. If he wasn't gay before he sure as hell was now. Izuku realizes that maybe the move isn't so bad after all... All thanks to this one boy. Maybe some day they'll have a house of they're own. ✼༶｡.:✽・ﾟ✼༶｡.:✽・ﾟ✼༶｡.:✽・ﾟ✼༶｡.:✽・ﾟ This story is/contains: -slow burn -No quirk AU -smut -depression -eating disorder ----------------------------- If you read this I hope you like it! I'll try to update it as much as possible. Have a good day ♡