Intenselove Stories

Warning: For mature readers only (18+). COMPLETED They started out rough. He took everything in a businesslike manner. He thought he could get her with his arrogant smirks, his womanizing style, but he was wrong. They were like opposite poles. She is sweet and simple. He is rough and famous. She is plain and he is fancy. How would Demetrio charm her? Is abduction works in the likes of her? Athena is a hopeless romantic girl. She's just like any ordinary girl who likes roses and chocolates. She believes that the perfect guy was just out there until she met the rude, intimidating, womanizer billionaire Demetrio Pallos. She hated his guts. But the sparks between them were palpable every time their eyes met, but she wants chocolates and roses which the other despised. Will they end up together?

# BOOK 1 IN RUTHLESS DESTINY || A REVENGE STORY || She is living mystry, He wants to solve. She is a cursed beauty, He wants to worship her. She fears to live, He becomes the reason for her to live . She hides behind silence, He learns to read her pauses. She is a story written in scars and stardust, He treats every chapter with gentle patience. She believes she is made of chaos, He sees galaxies stitched into her soul. She thinks she is hard to love, He proves love doesn't fear broken pieces. She walks with hesitation, He walks beside her never ahead, never behind. And slowly... She uncurls from her shadows, and learns that sometimes, being found is the beginning of healing . . . . . Seven years ago, their worlds collided in a fragile moment. She was lost and broken... and he reached out, healing wounds no one else could see. In that quiet space between despair and hope, she found comfort in him and slowly, unknowingly, her heart chose him. But fate can be ruthless. Years later, destiny brings them face to face again. She sees a stranger. He remembers everything. Because some encounters are not accidents... they are collisions fate has been preparing for. And when fate turns merciless, love is no longer the only thing waiting. Revenge is too. -----✯------✯ ------ ---------✯ --------- Will love bloom again... or will the past turn it into a battlefield? -🖤-🖤-🖤- DON'T COPY MY WORK . IT'S A WORK OF FICTION © Zayvera Dusk. All rights reserved. Plagiarism will be reported.

She laughs like nothing has ever hurt her. He sees the flicker she hides. Ira Parekh arrives in Mumbai ready for a new beginning - unaware that someone has been carrying the memory of her voice for an entire year. Kabir Patel never believed in fate. Until the girl he once searched for without a name walks back into his life... smiling. He fell first. She never knew. But some stories don't begin when two people meet. They begin when one of them remembers. And in a city of chaos and dreams, love finds its way - slowly, gently, magically - and become Sukoon of each other

The door clicked shut behind Aarohi, rain tapping softly on the windows. Campus quiet, lights dim-the office theirs alone. She stood just inside, heart pounding. "Feedback on my paper," she said, but her eyes told the truth. Arjun stayed seated a moment, sleeves rolled, tie loose, gaze lifting slow and hot. "You're late." "Traffic... and thoughts of you." She stepped closer. He rose, circled the desk, stopped inches away. One finger lifted her chin. "What thoughts?" "How you touch me. How you make everything else disappear." His smile was dangerous. "Honest tonight. Good." His hand slid to her waist, pulling her against him. She felt his hardness press through clothes-silent promise. He backed her to the door. "Open for me," he whispered. Her thighs parted. His palm glided up her skirt, fingertips finding damp lace. He exhaled sharply. "So ready... just from thinking of me?" "Yes, Professor." Voice shaky. "Couldn't stop." Thumb circled slowly over fabric. Pleasure sparked; she arched. His lips grazed her neck, teeth light. "Tell me what you need." "You. All of you. Teach me everything."

Welcome to a collection of steamy one-shots featuring EstWilliam - the couple that can't seem to keep their hands (or feelings) to themselves. This book includes: • Smut • Fluff • Omegaverse (Alphas, Omegas, heats, possessiveness, bonding, mpreg) • Jealousy • Soft aftercare • Emotional intimacy mixed with sinful tension Some stories are soft and domestic - warm mornings, lazy kisses, protective embraces. Some are intense - heated arguments that turn into something much closer, territorial instincts, whispered claims, hands gripping tighter than they should. And some? Some are pure chaos under closed doors. Every chapter is a different scenario, AU, or trope - but it's always Est and William, in every universe, finding their way back to each other... usually through tangled sheets and racing hearts. These pages aren't clean. They were never meant to be. ⚠️️This book contains mature themes, explicit content, sexual situations, Omegaverse dynamics, strong language, possessiveness, heat cycles and dark relationship elements.⚠️️ ⚠️️You've been warned.⚠️️

One accident. One last promise. And an enemy she was never meant to love.

𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐲 𝐩𝐨𝐢𝐬𝐨𝐧, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐲 𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐞, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐈'𝐝 𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐝𝐢𝐞 𝐝𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐞𝐫 ♡♡♥︎♥︎♡♡ "𝑰𝒏 𝒅𝒐𝒄𝒖𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒔 𝒑𝒂𝒓 𝒚𝒆 𝒎𝒆𝒉𝒏𝒅𝒊 𝒅𝒆𝒔𝒊𝒈𝒏 𝒌𝒊𝒔𝒏𝒆 𝒃𝒂𝒏𝒂𝒚𝒊?" 𝑯𝒆 𝒂𝒔𝒌𝒔 𝒉𝒆𝒓, 𝒏𝒂𝒓𝒓𝒐𝒘𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒆𝒚𝒆𝒔. "𝑴𝒂𝒊𝒏𝒆 𝒏𝒂𝒉𝒊 𝒌𝒊𝒚𝒂, 𝒚𝒆 𝑺𝒂𝒂𝒅 𝒏𝒆 𝒌𝒊𝒚𝒂," 𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒂𝒊𝒅 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒆𝒚𝒆𝒔 𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈. "𝑨𝒄𝒉𝒉𝒂, 𝒂𝒖𝒓 𝒚𝒆 𝑩𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒏𝒗𝒊𝒕𝒂 𝒌𝒊𝒔𝒏𝒆 𝒌𝒉𝒂 𝒌𝒂𝒓 𝒕𝒂𝒃𝒍𝒆 𝒈𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒂 𝒌𝒊𝒚𝒂 𝒉𝒂𝒊?" 𝒉𝒆 𝒂𝒔𝒌𝒆𝒅 𝒂𝒈𝒂𝒊𝒏. "𝒀𝒆 𝒃𝒉𝒊 𝒎𝒂𝒊𝒏𝒆 𝒏𝒂𝒉𝒊 𝒌𝒊𝒚𝒂, 𝒊𝒔𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒁𝒂𝒚𝒏 𝒏𝒆 𝒌𝒉𝒂𝒚𝒂," 𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒓𝒆𝒑𝒍𝒊𝒆𝒅 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒇𝒖𝒍𝒍 𝒊𝒏𝒏𝒐𝒄𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒆. "𝑨𝒄𝒉𝒉𝒂, 𝒂𝒖𝒓 𝒚𝒆 𝑯𝒐𝒏𝒆𝒚𝒃𝒖𝒏𝒄𝒉 𝑺𝒖𝒈𝒆𝒓𝒑𝒍𝒖𝒎 𝒌𝒊𝒔 𝒌𝒆 𝒑𝒉𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒎𝒆 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒍 𝒓𝒂𝒉𝒂?" 𝒉𝒆 𝒂𝒔𝒌𝒆𝒅 𝒂𝒈𝒂𝒊𝒏, 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒍𝒆 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒐𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒅𝒔 𝒉𝒆𝒓. "𝒀𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝑯𝒖𝒛𝒂𝒊𝒇 𝒌𝒂 𝒃𝒂𝒄𝒉𝒉𝒂 𝒔𝒖𝒏 𝒓𝒂𝒉𝒂 𝒕𝒉𝒂," 𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒓𝒆𝒑𝒍𝒊𝒆𝒅, 𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒄𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒃𝒂𝒄𝒌 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒕𝒉 𝒐𝒏 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒇𝒆𝒆𝒕.

"Duty first." He says it like a rule. Like a prayer. Like something carved into bone. 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. Steel trunks packed. A wedding under the weight of olive green. 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. 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. He belongs to the nation. 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. It is about more than one marriage. More than one longing. Brothers in uniform. Brides learning to love men who were trained never to need. 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. And yet..love does not lose. It transforms. It waits. It worships. "After the nation," he tells her softly one night, folding his uniform with careful hands, "there is only you." And for a soldier's wife in the nineties, that is not second place. That is everything.

Some love stories are not written to be shown, they are written to be felt. Mehram-e-Ishq is a tale of unspoken emotions, shattered trust, and a love that bleeds silence. When hearts love deeply, they don't break loudly- they ache quietly. This story was born on fleeting screens, but it continues where love is meant to stay- on pages that remember. If you believe love is not always gentle, if you believe pain can be poetic- welcome to Mehram-e-Ishq. ....➥ Couple Aesthetic ~1 Salambek Aziz • King of Merciless Haram Ghazi • A Civil Lawyer ✧ #SaRam ~2 Marwaan Saifi • Luxury Real Estate Ruba Shah • Luxury Interior Designer ✧ #RuWaan ~3 Rimsha Aziz • University Chairwoman Zaki Khan • Underground Hacker ✧ #ZakiSha ~4 Faris Quraishi • NGO Head Safiya Saifi • University Professor ✧ #FarIya . . . Previously known on Instagram, now continuing exclusively on Wattpad. ➥ For Phase 1 & 2 Check out on Instagram - @_.velvet.ink ➥ For phase 3 previous parts check out on Instagram - @void.scripts._

He is rage. She is peace. He breaks hearts. She heals wounds. He hates being challenged. She refuses to bow. Arjun never tolerates disobedience. Meera never tolerates pity. He doesn't smile. He doesn't apologize. And he definitely doesn't fall in love. She cannot speak... but her eyes hold a thousand unspoken emotions. Their first meeting begins with a fight. His harsh words. Her silent tears. But what happens when the man who never cared... starts noticing the girl who never complained? What happens when the arrogant king falls for the girl who cannot even say his name? And what happens... when the only peace he ever finds is in her silence?

"Love happened at first sight... and every moment belonged only to her. But when fate tore them apart, love turned into obsession. Now a man driven by madness is ready to cross every limit, break every rule, and tear down every wall to reclaim his love. But will breaking all boundaries be enough to win her back?"

Three couples. One campus. An arranged fiancé who can't stop staring. An enemy who wants her-but won't admit it. And a stranger who falls in love before he even knows her name. Heartline isn't soft. It's obsession, tension, and love you'll never forget. "Every heartbeat led me to you !!"

⁠☞The Mafia's Broken Bride⁠☞ Boss... we got the location of the orphanage. The girl we asked about... ??? Silence. The kind that suffocates walls. And for the first time in years... he breathed. A slow inhale. Like a man who had been drowning and finally found air. "Let's go..." he said. Two words. But his men felt the storm behind them. Other side... "Plzzz nahiii Dai maa... haam aap se vinti karte haii madad kijiye. Dai maa..." a girl cried. ["Please no, Dai Maa... I beg you... please help me... Dai Maa..."] Her voice trembled like a broken prayer in an empty temple. "Open the door! Leave her!" Dai Maa cried from outside, her frail hands banging against the wood. Her cries were desperate. Helpless. The man inside laughed darkly. "Yese kaise chhordu... I mahine se dekh raha hu... ek kis ke maafi chaal se maara us budhiya ne... teri wajah se..." he snarled. ["How can I just leave you... I've been watching for a month... that old woman ruined my plan because of you... because of you..."] His breath reeked of alcohol and hatred. He stepped closer. Too close. The girl stumbled back, her back hitting the cold wall. Her heartbeat pounded violently in her ears . He leaned in, invading her space, gripping her arm harshly. She cried out "Aah... nahi... nahiii!" ["Ahh... no... nooo!"] Her tears fell uncontrollably. Fear wrapped around her like chains. Outside, Dai Maa kept screaming. Inside, the room felt smaller. Darker. Suffocating. © 2026 Kaashi. All Rights Reserved. This story is a work of fiction. Any reproduction or copying without permission is strictly prohibited.

"You came to ask for justice," he said. She looked at him and replied, "I didn't know I'd have to risk my heart for it."

Lan Zhan an eligible and successful man. But one day a photograph changes everything and all he longs is revenge! Wei Ying a photographer who has come a long way but stayed in shadows all these years... yet he returns from the Heart he left, and wanted to hide from, why? let's see...shall we ? :)) ~~~~~ Wangxian bl Romance slight angst One Shot fanfiction ~~~~~~ the characters belong to the original Author Mao Dao Zu Shi, but the concept is entirely and exclusively mine alone. It is purely a product of my imagination. Not related to anyone. ********** Ongoing... #All Rights Reserved

In a world where strands of silk carry power, obsession, and control, every snip tells a story. Edge of Desire is a collection of seductive, dark romance short stories where women reclaim themselves one haircut at a time - leaving possessive lovers, toxic relationships, and expectations behind. From teasing bets and jealous whispers, to quiet rebellion and addictive tension, each story takes you closer to the edge: will they surrender, or will they cut free? Step into a world of desire, danger, and liberation - where hair is more than beauty; it's power, seduction, and freedom.

Between Love and Destiny is an intense emotional love story where feelings collide with fate, and hearts are forced to choose between love and destiny. Aashta - a simple, emotional girl filled with dreams, who believes in peaceful love and forever promises. She writes her heart out in her diary, never knowing that one day, someone will start reading her emotions without even touching those pages. Yash - confident, mysterious, and carrying a past he never talks about. There's pain in his silence and secrets in his eyes. He doesn't believe in destiny... but destiny believes in him. When their paths cross, what starts as silent glances slowly turns into something deeper - intense, protective, and dangerously emotional. But every smile hides a truth, and every truth comes with a cost. Will Aashta's pure heart be strong enough to handle Yash's darkness? Or are some love stories written only to test us... not to last forever? Between Love and Destiny isn't just a love story - it's about trust, obsession, fate, sacrifice, and choosing your heart even when it hurts.

this story about a indian girl and Italian mafia men. Toxic love story ..... ... : . Nicholas Liechten is the most dangerous mafia boss in the Italian mafia world .He is also a famous businessman he is so stoic and sadistic , a short, tempted , calm and aggressive , arrogant type person, and his name sends a shiver to people in Italy .. where Pooja is so calm , kind-hearted , childish and gentle ,humble girl she is 2nd b.b.a student she went to Italy on sole trip ....after completing of her 2nd year sem 1 exams .... so traditional , innocent, but intelligent her name is Pooja rajvansh.... what if these two opposite poles fell in love how they live run ? Stay tuned to this story

A tale of romance between two extremities, distances lies far apart. But they were destined to be together, the woollen cloth they wove together. They were meant to balance the worse and the best out of both worlds, both way different to co-exist. But they will manage, they always have and nothing to stop them from getting closer by the time spent together. But the story remains:- How do they meet?. How do they get acquainted? How do they move on with their story? These question will be answered through this short story as it will take you to this magical journey between the lovers of different worlds.

This is not a fairytale. This is not about forever. This is about love in its purest, most dangerous form - the kind that exists without permission, without promises, without possession. I did not write this book to be read. I wrote it because I had no choice. Because when love sets fire to your soul, you either let it consume you in silence... or you carve it into words. These pages are my offering - to the boy who will never be mine, yet will always belong to my love. If you have ever loved without being loved back, if you have ever let go but still carried someone inside you, if you have ever burned in silence... then you will find yourself in these words. This is not just my story. It's yours too.