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𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐜𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐫. 𝐒𝐡𝐞'𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐲 𝐡𝐞𝐫. Liana Russo is used to being adored - feared, wanted, worshipped. Heiress to one of the most dangerous crime families in the city, she's always had power. Control. Men at her feet. Until Reyna Rivera shows up. Ex-military. Cold as steel. Her new bodyguard. She doesn't flirt. Doesn't react. Doesn't care that Liana's used to getting her way. And Liana? She doesn't like women. She doesn't. ...Right? But Reyna watches her like she's a problem to solve. Protects her like she's already hers. Touches her without ever laying a hand. And if Liana isn't careful- She might stop wanting to be feared. She might start wanting to be ruined. ༺✧༻ 𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐝 ✓ 𝟒𝟎 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 Credit to the incredibly talented @lunarloverz for making the cover 🫶

بیرۆکەی ئەم چیرۆکە پیت بە پیت و وشە بە وشە بیرۆکەی خۆمە و هەموو ڕوداوەکانی ناو ئەم چیرۆکە بەپێی مێشکی خۆم ئەنووسم وە بیرۆکەکەیم لە هیچ چیرۆکێک نەبینیوە چوونکە ڕوداوەکانی ناو چیرۆکەکە تەواو جیاوازە لە چیرۆکەکانی تر کۆپی کردنی چیرۆکەکەم لە کەسایەتی خۆت کەم دەکاتەوە👍

Harry Potter returns after two years away to discover Ginny Weasley with someone else. She's moved on. He hasn't. And now he must confront what he left behind; before it slips away forever.

── .✦ Off Campus "You're so busy watching him, Ivy... you haven't noticed he's looking somewhere else." John Logan x female oc Off Campus season 1 - Started: 21.05.26 Finished: ???

"𝑫𝒉𝒗𝒂𝒏𝒊...𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒉𝒂𝒕𝒆... 𝑴𝒊𝒏𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒇𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉... 𝑴𝒊𝒏𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒂𝒓𝒈𝒖𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉... 𝑴𝒊𝒏𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒕𝒆𝒄𝒕... 𝑴𝒊𝒏𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒅𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒐𝒚... 𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆..." Some love stories begin with stolen glances. Theirs began with arguments. Dhvani Maheshwari - soft-eyed, sharp-tongued, dramatic beyond control. Krishiv Ranawat - silent, dangerous, infuriatingly composed. From the very first meeting, sparks didn't fly. They collided. Every conversation turned into a debate. Every glance carried challenge. Every moment together felt like a battlefield where neither was ready to surrender. She thought he was arrogant. He thought she was impossible. And yet... neither could stay away. What begins as rivalry slowly turns into something neither of them planned - something deeper, heavier, more consuming. The fights soften into teasing. The teasing turns into stolen moments. And somewhere between ego and emotion, they fall. Hard. But Krishiv doesn't love halfway. He loves with intensity. With possession. With a quiet claim in his eyes that says you're mine without ever asking permission. His protectiveness borders on dangerous. His jealousy burns slow but fierce. And when he chooses Dhvani, he chooses her completely. Dhvani, with her innocent heart and dramatic soul, never imagined love would feel like this - overwhelming, consuming, beautiful... and terrifying all at once. Because this isn't a gentle romance. This is obsession wrapped in devotion. This is fire disguised as affection. This is love that doesn't fade - it takes over.

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Votes for my future stories, part 2.

In a world where classification determines whether you are eligible for society or not Ellis try's to fight it with all he's got. See ellis is a very shy and introvert person. Kai is the opposite he's outgoing and proud of his classification. One day Ellis gets hurt playing on the field but doesn't want to be a bother so he keeps quiet, crawling into the shadow corner of the football field. Hey luv's this is a new book, well i hope this book is good or even better than littles academy! TW: slight swearing. trauma. child abuse (physical remembered) and only verbal in actual scenes *from parents* (there might be more TW'S as more chapters come out!) Please vote and comment it would mean the world to me!! Luv ya~dais

They were never meant to cross paths-at least, not in any way that mattered. He carried his anger like armour, sharp enough to cut anyone who came too close. She held her faith like a quiet promise, even when she didn't yet know how deeply she needed it. From the moment they met, conflict sparked between them: harsh words, clashing beliefs, and a silent competition neither wanted to acknowledge. They were opposites in every way that counted, bound by circumstances they couldn't quite escape. But life has a way of softening hard edges. As days turned into weeks, something shifted. The arguments didn't stop, but beneath them grew an unexpected understanding. A shared vulnerability. A longing neither dared to name. And as he began searching for peace-real peace-he found himself drawn toward the faith he had once ignored. Their story is one of yearning and restraint of painful mistakes and the courage it takes to forgive. This is not a love born from perfection, but one forged slowly, gently, in the spaces where two wounded hearts learn to heal. It began with conflict. It grew with patience. And somewhere along the way, enemies became something far more complicated. "𝑯𝒆 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝒎𝒚 𝒍𝒐𝒚𝒂𝒍𝒕𝒚 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒂𝒓𝒎𝒐𝒓; 𝑰 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒃𝒆𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒚𝒂𝒍 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒇𝒊𝒓𝒆" ___________ [This story is completely fiction. Do NOT take it your hearts or hate on it. It's completely based on the author's imagination. Think before ruining someone's hard work!] ___________ Alas! Meet ya'll in the story!

چی ڕوو دەدات ئەگەر لە باوەشی سەرسەختترین دوژمنتدا بەئاگا بێیتەوە و بزانیت پاشەڕۆژێکتان پێکەوە دروست کردووە کە هیچی لێ نازانیت؟ "ئارمەند و نەهیر" دوو ناو کە تەنیا خوێن و دوژمنایەتی کۆیان دەکاتەوە، بەڵام بەیانییەک لە ماڵێکی بچووکدا خۆیان دەدۆزنەوە، لە کاتێکدا نەهیر دوگیانە و ساڵێکی تەواو لە ژیانیان بە تەواوی سڕاوەتەوە! ئەوان چۆن لە دوژمنەوە بوون بە عاشق؟ ئەو ڕاستییە چییە کە وای کردووە هەموو شتێک لەبیر بکەن؟ چیرۆکێک لە نێوان عەشقێکی قاچاخ و یادەوەرییەکی ونبوودا. 🤍💍🌻

Do you want a chill-out book club, well this is the book club for you. A chill place to get your book read or get comments. This is the book club for you.

The love that separated but came back and formed a beautiful family.She loved a man but after a few years of separation because of a woman who replaced her and many years of coma she forgot everything but her love never left her heart Pain.in the end will back together. As time passes, his good children will continue his story. Story My childhood first love 9첫사랑

i wanna dance with kaachan 🥺

Akai Masemi, as ever love the star as her own. for how long she guided herself to the north, to guide her to see her father that face no longer remembered. it's a shame, shameful. something has happened, the day her father disappeared is also the day she lost her dream. "I don't want to be a detective, nor this... not becoming a black organization agent or a spy or- Becoming like my parent..." 'I want to lay down and watch the star moves, if only... if only I could be a child once again' she thought as that syringe come in contact on her neck as bullet rain coming from behind. (Detco x oc/reader with name(?) can't decide- but choosing name for this story is important than using y/n)

The Blood King is dead. The kingdom should finally know peace. Instead, the shadows he left behind are beginning to move. Forced into a new existence she never wanted, Celeste struggles to find her place within House Voss while navigating the terrifying realities of immortality. As old wounds heal and fragile happiness begins to take root, an unseen threat quietly gathers beyond the castle walls. Because some legacies do not die with the men who created them. And some mistakes refuse to stay buried. As secrets from the past emerge and enemies draw closer, Celeste, Elias, and Silas will discover that surviving the Blood King was only the beginning. The throne was never the danger. What it left behind was.

"I don't ever want to see your face again just get out. This was your friendship??? I hate you do you get that I fucking hate you. Just get the hell out of here" shouted Abhi on a petite girl named Ashi. That girl left the city leaving everything behind with her family although she was an orphan... *5 years later* A strong-headed girl in her 3rd year of college is heading toward her dance studio to facilitate a session. But every day while entering her dance studio she remembers someone but neglects her thoughts. At night: She was studying at her desk but her eyes fell on the small carving on her desk. Brushing her hand on the carving she thought "Why did you hurt me so much?? You didn't want to see my face right, I would make sure of that." A lone tear fell from her eye and she slept on her desk. On the other hand: A man enters his office and keeps himself busy at work, doesn't bother to eat or sleep. He works till late at night. His eyes suddenly land on a small photo frame kept on his table. He asks the frame "I uttered some rubbish and you accepted?? I believe that I was never important to you. I can bet that you don't even remember me once." Saying this he slept holding that frame tightly to his chest. Let's indulge in this story. Love or Hate? Together forever or Separation? HI GUYS!!!! I am a very new writer Please support me and motivate me to write more. Vote and comment Loads of love!!!! Thank You!! Anamika

The two met, both of them were delighted to learn that their parents had arranged for them to be together.

Ayana Bree Halloway came to Hawaii expecting sun, sand, and a modeling gig that would let her show off just how good she is at everything she does. She didn't expect private beaches that felt like their own little worlds, friends who live for chaos, or nights that blur into mornings with tequila and laughter echoing in her ears. She didn't expect to get pulled into adventures she didn't sign up for, or to feel alive in ways she didn't know she could. Every day here is messy, every night unpredictable, and every plan she makes gets completely obliterated by the kind of chaos only Quen and Larri can create. Paradise isn't calm-it's a storm, loud and unapologetic, and Ayana can't get enough of it.

چیرۆکێکی کوردییە تەمەنێکم بە دیار خۆشەویستییەکەوە بەڕێکرد کە پێموابوو دوولایەنە شەیدای پیاوێک بووم کە خەیاڵم وابوو منی لە دڵدا شاردۆتەوە بەڵام ڕاستییەکە زۆر لەوە دڵڕەقتر بوو.... ستێرا هەر لە منداڵییەوە ئاشقی ئادەم بوو هیچ شتێک نەما نەیکات بۆ دڵخۆش بوونی ئادەم بەڵام کاتێک ئاهەنگێکی زانکۆ دەکرێت ئادەم لەبەردەم کچێکی تردا چۆکی دادەدا و ئەڵقەی هاوسەرگیری پێشکەش کرد جیهان لە دەوروبەری ستێرا وەستا کاتێک شەو درەنگ دەکات و ستێرا لەتاو ئازاری ئەشقەکەی و ئەو خیانەتە نازانێت چەندێک کات درەنگە لە پڕێکدا لە ناو ئەو تاریکی و بێدەنگییەدا سێبەری کەسێک ڕێگەی لێ گرت پێش ئەوەی بتوانێت هاوار بکات یان داوای یارمەتی بکات دەمی دەگرێت و بەرەو تاریکییەکی قووڵ دەیبات لەو شەوەدا نەک هەر عەشقەکەی ستێرا بەڵکو پاکی و کچێنی و هەموو ژیانیشی لەلایەن دڕندەیەکەوە ڕفێندرا و دەستدرێژی کرایە سەر جەستە و ڕۆحی ئایە ئەو شەوە کۆتایی ستێرا دەبێت؟ ئایە ئەشقەکەی دەگۆڕێت بۆ ڕق؟