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#Y/N I AM YOUR HUSBAND RIGHT#YES BABY# THEN WHY YOU HAVEN'T LET ME TOUCHED YOU YET DON'T YOU LOVE ME OR ARE YOU HIDING SOMETHING FROM ME# #No baby it's not true. I love you most. You are my everything# #IF YOU DO LOVE ME AND I AM YOUR REAL HUSBAND THEN I WANT YOU MY WIFE TONIGHT# Ohhh Taehyung... it's not possible for me..how can I tell you the truth that we are not married couple. I am one of your Army and you are my Idol.💔 🔞

When Arèya, a young woman caught between two powerful Sicilian men is swept into a world of obsession, loyalty, and love, she must navigate a violent rivalry that follows her across continents but as passion deepens and family is born, she discovers that home isn't a place, it's the people willing to fight and bleed for you. A MMF love story. [EDITING] *This is a [MALE-FEMALE-MALE] book, it's about two men who want and have the same woman, they're not in a relationship themselves, they just happen to want the same woman, there's no cnc, it's a dark romance because of what they're willing to do to keep her safe and sound. There are some things written in a different language later in the book but there are translations. Enjoy. MWAH 💋

Arhaan leaned in, whispering, "Aap yeh shaadi nahi karna chahti?" (Don't you want to get married?) She shook her head. No. "Mana kardo." (Refuse them) She broke down harder. He didn't understand why, but then, Arhaan saw him. The groom. Middle-aged, maybe fifty. Dressed in sherwani, heavy-eyed, staring at the girl with a smile that made Arhaan's blood run cold. The girl shrank beside him like a dying flame. Arhaan's jaw clenched. Now the puzzle clicked. Of course she ran. What girl in her right mind would marry a man old enough to be her father? ----- A stormy night. A runaway bride. A split-second decision that changes everything. When their paths cross by chance, one act of courage sparks a chain of events neither saw coming, and a love neither of them was looking for. A tale of hearts colliding in the most unlikely storm. But, saving her was only the beginning. Dive into Saifa: The Bride He Saved and get lost in a love story that will keep you turning the pages. ✨ - Siya M

!!Highly mature content ⚠️!! Villians love differently~ •In which a broken prince becomes a villain, and the girl he takes refuses to be anything but his downfall. >>>>>>>>> We have all heard stories of heroes and villains. Of good and evil. Of right and wrong. But no one talks about what happens when the villain has a reason. When the monster was once a boy who had everything taken from him. And when the girl meant to hate him starts seeing something she should not. Daniel is not a hero. He does not pretend to be one. And Aishlynne is not weak. She was never meant to break. He took her for a reason. She stayed for something she cannot explain. What exists between them is not love. It is not hate either. It is something worse. Something that pulls them closer even when they know it will destroy them. He is her captor. She is his weakness. He is her ruin. She might be his end. Or maybe... they were never meant to survive each other. And atlast {Villians love differently} >>>>>>>>> •Dark romance •Slow burn •Enemies to something worse •Morally grey characters

This is not just a love story... it's a story of what love becomes when honesty starts to fade. They were never supposed to be perfect - just real. A boy who loved deeply, purely, and without limits... and a girl who loved too, but was constantly searching for something more. In the beginning, it felt like forever. Late-night talks, promises, dreams - everything felt right. But slowly, things changed. Silence replaced conversations. Distance replaced closeness. And attention... became a need instead of a feeling. She said she loved him. He believed her. But behind the words were secrets he never saw coming - conversations with others, moments that crossed lines, truths hidden under lies. He stayed... not because he didn't see the truth, but because he loved her more than he loved himself. She stayed too... but not in the same way. This is a story of love that existed... but was never enough. Of loyalty that was given... but never returned equally. Of two hearts connected by feelings, but divided by choices. Sometimes, love doesn't end because you stop loving... it ends because you finally see the truth. And when the illusion breaks... you realize, it was never "us" to begin with.

Rae Innes never planned on raising her niece and nephew alone, but she's determined to keep Jordyn and Marcus safe-no matter what. A weekend retreat at the sprawling, high-tech Sunnyside Estate should have been a chance to catch their breath. Instead, it becomes a labyrinth of secrets, shadows, and sudden danger. When socialite guest Lila Anderson meets a mysterious fate, Rae finds herself swept into a puzzle that challenges her wit, courage, and trust. Her sharp observations, Jordyn's keen eye, and Marcus's restless energy draw them all into a web of intrigue-suspicion doesn't spare anyone. Every sleek hallway, every modern smart-home glitch, and every whispered secret brings them closer to the truth...if they can survive long enough to uncover it. ⸻ ©️ _RelleLebby_

Leah comes back to her Lancashire village with two suitcases, a bruised sense of pride, and the uncomfortable feeling that the city has quietly sent her home for repairs. Then, on the train back, a strange and charming man in a dark chequered coat tells her about a Sunday cloud and biscuit appreciation group in the park. It sounds ridiculous. Naturally, she goes. There she finds Doreen, with her biscuit tin and big-hearted certainty; June, who sees whole worlds in the clouds; Frank, who loves June with a patience that is both tender and breaking; Ben, who makes weather feel like an invitation; and Helen, June and Frank's daughter, practical and frightened, trying to hold her family together as June's dementia deepens. Told in poems, The Cloud and Biscuit Appreciation Group is a story about coming home, found family, slow-burn love, and the quiet ways people save one another - with tea, with biscuits, with turning up, and with looking where someone points before it disappears.

Derek runs into an old colleague. Someone he swears he hates. He only thinks about her constantly because he likes to be mean to her. So when she runs into his life again, how will he mess with her this time?

In a world where crime evolves faster than justice, one authority operates beyond limits. The Special Crime Investigation Authority (SCIA) is an elite, government-sanctioned agency reporting directly to the Vice President-tasked with handling the most complex, high-risk, and politically sensitive criminal cases across the globe. From the power corridors of Washington, D.C. to the hidden networks of Europe, from the controlled systems of Asia to the chaos of conflict zones, SCIA is deployed where truth becomes difficult... and justice becomes uncertain. They do not chase ordinary criminals. They investigate what others cannot explain. Each case is precise. Clean. Resolved. Too clean. As SCIA moves from one investigation to another, a disturbing pattern begins to emerge-cases that feel less like discoveries... and more like conclusions that were decided long before the investigation began. No evidence out of place. No witness out of line. No room for error. Only silence. In a system designed to deliver justice, what happens when the truth itself is being controlled? And if every verdict is already written... Then what, exactly, is SCIA uncovering? Tagline: "Not every case is solved. Some are decided."

- INTRODUCTION - Some stories don't start with love... they start with a problem. A problem that leads to a simple solution- "fake dating" But pretending isn't always easy. Not when the looks feel real, the words hit deeper than they should, and the line between "acting" and "feeling" starts to blur. What begins as a deal... slowly turns into something neither of them planned. If you loved chaos, tension, and fake relationships that don't stay fake for long- you're in the right place. - DISCLAIMER & WARNINGS - • This is a B×B (Boy × Boy) fanfiction. • Main pairing: Taekook (Taehyung × Jungkook). • Inspired by the concept and certain tropes from 2gether: The Series (fake dating, campus setting, character dynamic ), but the storyline is entirely original. Content Warnings: • Fake dating trope • Slow burn romance • Jealousy and emotional tension • Possessive behavior (fictional context) • Light angst and drama • Mature themes (later chapters) If you're here for soft love at first sight... this might not be that story. But if you're ready for something slow, messy, and a little addictive... you're in the right place. Reader discretion is advised.(🛑🚨) - A NOTE FOR MY TULIPS - Heyy tulips 🌷 this one's for you 🍿 Settle in, get comfortable, and let the chaos begin. Hope you laugh a little, feel a little... and maybe scream at the characters too. Enjoy the ride 💜

⠀ ﹝ ⠀ ℜ𝔬𝔪𝔢𝔩𝔩𝔢'𝔰 𝔇𝔦𝔩𝔢𝔪𝔪𝔞 ⠀ ﹞ ⠀⠀ ⠀ ── ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ . 𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐟𝐮𝐥𝐥-𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐛𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧. A gangster battling a terrible case of loneliness finds himself enamored with a beauty on social media. A voluptuous woman from the curvy side of Instagram and tiktok. She's primarily known for being a beauty-based influencer who is a part of a famous clique on social media. She's the 'thick friend' of the crew and the one that has a very rich man acting out of character. He can't help but check her story every two seconds and fill her DMs with tempting offers. The way he's acting towards a total stranger is concerning, but she's been through a lot. It feels good to have attention from a man. A crazy, possessive one, but a real man nonetheless. When she finally gives into his madness, it all becomes crystal clear as to why this man acts like he's known her for years.

How can you say this to me?? Don't come close to me.. don't forget I am married..I am Namjoon's wife Jungkook... Ohhh yeah..so what you are hyung's wife. It's just a coincidence that you both married because your parents' fixed this arrange marriage that's why you are trying to be a good wife nothing else. STOP PRETENDING... Pretending.... pretending what??? THAT YOU DON'T FEEL ANYTHING FOR ME WHEN I SEE YOU, WHEN I COME CLOSE TO YOU, WHEN I TOUCH YOU EVEN SLIGHTLY. YOUR HEART BEATS FAST WHEN WE ARE TOGETHER. MAY BE YOU HAVE FEELING FOR HYUNG BUT NOW YOU HAVE FEELING FOR ME TOO. It's not like that Jungkook.. I don't have any feeling for you...I..love my husband. I can't imagine anyone else. STOP SAYING IT AND ACCEPT THE TRUTH. WE BOTH FEEL FOR EACH OTHER. LEAVE HIM Y/N, BE MINE .I CAN'T SEE YOU WTH HYUNG.

[ Discontinued ] " You don't know how badly I want you, to ruin you utterly"- pulling her close, he whispered into her ear. " Let's see who ruins whom first...shall we?"- she answered, tracing her gun on his jawline. :::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::: In which, the biggest mafia in Russia, Jeon Jungkook wanted nothing but revenge from his three ex-gang members who have betrayed him brutally. However, he came to know that the three were helped by a lady mafia leader, known as 'H', head of the second biggest mafia group in Russia, listed as his another archenemy. What will happen when Jungkook decides to be her gruesome nightmare? And 'H' chooses to be someone he can absolutely loathe? Or some other mystery is going to unfold in between them that will make their twisted, hate-ship to take turns? From the begining to the epilogue, will it be 𝑳𝒐𝒂𝒕𝒉 𝒐𝒓... 𝑳𝒐𝒗𝒆 ?

touch her and die what if your family forced you to marry a minister who is 14 yrs older than youhh? unfairly your's vani is 22 and she is supposed to marry a minister and the thing is she already have a boyfriend and of course the story is about forced marriage both the male lead and female lead have different characters one is messy,stubborn and lound the other is strict, matured and calculated will this trope work lets see 😌🙌

[content warning: raped, sexual abusive] Kim Jisoo realized that her relationship with Seo Jihoon was continuing into a toxic relationship. Everything was taken away when Jisoo was rendered unconscious the night she brought her drunken lover to her apartment. She wanted to end her life, but her resolve told her otherwise. During her recovery, Jisoo meets Kim Doyoung who sad all the time around Yeouido in the spring snow. But the man's presence brings a million hopes that are almost dashed. The longer it goes on, the more the wounds pop up, causing her to fall into doubt.

Forty years of a life, forcibly compressed into a ten-year-old girl in 1991. Maya Brown is the world's most formidable and unintended anomaly. Torn from the present day into a childhood that wasn't supposed to exist, Maya carries the crushing weight of the next few decades behind her eyes. To preserve her sanity, she begins the Butterfly Manifesto, a definitive and secret chronicle of disasters, tragedies, and market shifts yet to come. As the years pass in her new life, the new timeline shifts both intentionally as she tries to benevolently intervene and involuntarily as her mere presence causes unforeseeable schisms. As the century closes, Maya is no longer just a passenger in time. She quietly becomes the architect of a new reality. She knows when the storms are coming. She knows who usurps power. She knows who lives and who dies. But as she learns to pulls the strings of a world that doesn't know it's being manipulated, Maya faces a haunting question: How much of the world can you rewrite before you lose the person you're doing it all for?

"Kneel... and show me you're mine." - Sreyashi Ashutosh --- Silence followed. She said it to a man older than her-without hesitation, without fear. Her gaze stayed steady, like the outcome was already decided. Aaron Alexander didn't react at first. No one spoke to him like that. But this wasn't defiance. It was certainty. He stepped forward, eyes still on hers- and then, quietly, he knelt. Not forced. Not broken. Chosen.

Camilla Alvarez, a rich independent CEO lady, wins a noble award on an award night. But when she receives a disturbing text message from an unknown number the following night, she is forced to join forces with another CEO in the same situation to find out who is sending them threats. Together, they help resolve each other's family issues, build a closer relationship, and reveal their stalker...but who could it be?

The Armed Forces : 0100 Philippine Air Force Major Adam Voltaire Velasco only believed in rules, order, and precision. Not until Clara Concepcion Madrigal, the only daughter of a respected senator came on his base and challenged his discipline.

"Still not sorry," he whispered against her ear, biting down on the lobe until she gasped. "Then we're not done." He shoved her forward again-onto her knees this time, her face against the cold wall. One thigh shoved between hers, spreading her wide. Exposed. Aching. Marked. And then he slid back inside her-slow, just to make her feel every inch, every throb, every desperate twitch of her own soaked body betraying her. "You were made for this," he growled, fisting her hair as he drove into her again. "Made to take what I give you. Even when it hurts. Especially when it hurts." His hand moved down her spine, fingers digging in, leaving hot trails of pain and ownership. And when he wrapped that same belt around her neck-tight but controlled-her moan turned guttural. Her body went slack, obedient. Perfect. He fucked her with feral precision-one hand choking her into silence, the other slapping her ass raw until she was gasping between broken sobs and soaked, whimpering need. "Louder," he growled. "I want the whole fing building to hear who's using you."* And she did. She screamed his name. Over and over. Even when her legs gave out. Even when her mind slipped past the pain and into the haze of raw, primal surrender. But he wasn't finished. He flipped her again-onto her back, her wrists bound by the belt now. He pinned them above her head, leaning down, his lips barely brushing hers. "One more," he whispered, almost gentle. "And you're mine again. Every broken little piece." And then he drove into her again, harder than before-like claiming territory that had always belonged to him. Her back arched, her bound hands clenched, and when the climax tore through her like a wildfire, he didn't stop. Not until she was wrecked. Wet. Bruised. Owned. He collapsed over her, breath ragged, his body pressed into hers, the air thick with sweat and sex and something deeper. Control. Punishment. And something that tasted a little like love.