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lando norris x fem! oc social media story slow/sporadic updates © voidvaleska

Ishan stabbed Shubman, but instead of pushing him, he hugged him close letting the knife sink into his flesh. Because he finally gets to hug his husband for the first time. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Abhishek "I'm not killing you because you thought of him, I'm killing you because you dared to breathe in his direction." ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ DISCLAIMER This fanfiction is a non-commercial work. The original characters, universe, and source material are the intellectual property of their respective owners. Any original elements are purely fictional and created by the author. Nothing in the story has any resemblance to the character's real life. As stated earlier it's a fan - fiction. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

The beeping of the machines I was linked to only increased my state of panic, as a nurse put an oxygen mask over my mouth and nose. It was hard for me to breathe at that point, as I didn't understand what was happening to me. I tried my best to identify the faces around me, but I didn't recognize any, and it only made me more nervous as seconds went by. I wasn't able to stay still, as my whole body was shaking with fear. Electricity was coursing through every single nerve of my body. "Page Dr. Moseley!" one of the nurse that injected me Lorazepam in my IV exclaimed. "Ma'am, you're at the hospital, we've got you," she told me, looking down at me. I felt the substance take effect within a minute, and soon it was easier for me to breathe. I looked at the three nurses around me, and they all looked at me as if I was some kind of ghost. The one on my right asked her colleague to call my relatives, and a rush of relief invaded me at the mention of my family. As she was about to leave the room, I grabbed her hand, not wanting to be alone anymore. I looked at her with tears filled eyes, unable to speak at that point. She gave me a small smile, and patted the back of my hand to give me comfort. "Alright, I'll stay with you," she reassured, as I breathed in and out the oxygen mask on my face. "Your family should be here soon, you won't be alone." I nodded slowly, as tears fell from my eyes. I wasn't able to speak a word, because I was too scared that if I did, I would compromise my return to the real world. I didn't know for sure that any of this was real, if I was actually back from this horrible world I was stuck in. When the door of the room opened, a doctor came in, looking down at what I understood was my chart. He looked from the paper to me, and a smile appeared on his face. "Welcome back," he greeted, as he approached my bed.

friends break up, friends get married. but do friends fight to save the world together? st - seasons 3/5 oc x oc ©taylorwantsherscarf, 2025

#1- #Wattpad (05-09-2026) #1- Punjab #1- Cute #1- Meerut #1- Haryana #1-Introverti #1- Politics #1- Jatt "He rules Bathinda like it's his personal kingdom. She's just a quiet girl from Meerut who doesn't even speak his language-let alone bow down to him." Basuri Gupta didn't expect much when she packed her bags in Meerut, cleared CUET, and moved halfway across the country to study at the Central University of Punjab. Staying at her father's old friend's house seemed safe enough. She liked her jeans, she kept her head down, and she spoke only when she had to. She certainly didn't plan on meeting him. Nihal Sandhu is everything Bathinda warns you about. Six-foot-two of unhinged, hot-tempered chaos, wrapped in crisp shirts, Nehru jackets, aviators, and a heavy gold kadha clinking against his wrist. He's the guy who drives a black Thar like he owns the pavement, smokes away his volatile patience, and rules a tight-knit circle of ruthless boys who don't answer to anyone. When Nihal's eyes first land on the quiet, unbothered girl staying at his best friend's house-a girl who looks right through his dark stares instead of trembling-it snaps something inside him. She thinks she can just fade into the background. He's about to make sure her whole world revolves around him. "Akhaan vich ankh paun ton dardi ae, par mere dil diyan saariyan chahbiyaan ehde kol ne... sach aakhda, eh Meerut aali kudi mera sab kujh lut ke le gayi ae." (Translation: She's scared to look me in the eyes, but she holds all the keys to my heart... honestly speaking, this girl from Meerut has looted and stolen my entire world.) A slow-burn, obsessive romance filled with cultural clashes, language barriers, quiet defiance, and a Jatt who doesn't know how to let go once he's hooked.

❛They say what slips from our hands no longer belongs to us. But some souls were never taught how to let go, rather... they chase what was lost like a curse written into their blood, crossing lines, burning bridges, tearing the world apart if they must. For them, possession is faith, obsession is devotion, and surrender is a sin they will never commit.❜ ✧ RUKSHIT VOHRA, a twenty-nine-year-old man, devastatingly handsome and far more dangerous than his looks could ever reveal. He is the Mafia lord known as The Death Raider, and the Chairman of the Vohra Empire. One glimpse of him is enough to make a person feel death breathing down their neck. And yet the irony of fate: the man feared by nations is obsessed with the memory of a girl he knows nothing about. He doesn't believe in fate, mercy, or forgiveness. He only believes in possession and once something enters his heart, he will cross heaven and hell to claim it. ♡ RICHA DIWAN, a twenty-four-years-old woman, brilliantly successful, the President of High Ridge Corporation before most people her age even decide what they want from life. She loves hacking, especially when it's against those who dare to challenge her. A girl shaped by discipline, sharpened by intellect, and unknowingly standing on a ticking throne of blood and power. ✧ The story of two souls who were shattered, then rose again, stronger than before, only to be shattered once more. BOOK #02 in series 'DEATH GAMER'

"A cursed heir. A forced ghost marriage. An innocent boy bound to a haunted haveli. When Veeransh and Aariv are tied together by fate, what begins as superstition becomes a love powerful enough to defy even death." MXM mpreg supernatural LGBT bl violence abuse

مەشخەڵ~نیلا نیلا دوای 16ساڵ ژیانکردن لە ئەوروپا دووبارە دەگەڕێتەوە بۆ خاکی خۆی کوردستان و شارەکەی دەچنە ئەو گوندەی کە چەند ساڵ لێ ژیان چی ڕودەدات کاتێک نیلا چاوی بە مەشخەڵ کوڕە ئاغای گوندەکە دەکەوێت کە کوڕی هاوڕێی نزیکی باوکیەتی؟؟ مەشخەڵ:بەڕاستی تۆ سەرئێشەی سەر ئێشەیەکی بچووک نیلا:وە توش بێزارکەری و ساردی بەرێز مەشژەڵ مەشخەڵ:هێشتان فێر نەبوی ناوم بێنی سەرئێشەی بچووک نیلا:ئێ ناوەکەی تۆ لە خوێندنەوەی گۆڤارێک قورس ترە مەشخەڵ:بەڕاستی سەر ئێشەی ژانەر: دراما، ڕۆمانسی، کلتووری،کۆمیدی چیرۆکێکی کوردیە نوسەر:لاژە هەموو مافێکی ئەم چیرۆکە بۆخۆم دەگەڕێتەوە خوێنەر بن.

دخلت هذا الزواج حذرة منه، فكتبت شروط نجاتي بيدي. لكنني لم أكتب شرطًا واحدًا يحميني من ضعفي أمامه. B OU N D H E A R T S قُلـوب مُقيَـدة ــــــــــــــــــــــــــــــــــــــــــــــــــــــــــــــــــــــــ - Colin Rivanosh - Larina Montenrva 🛑 جميع حقوق النشر تعود لي ككاتبة أصلية لهذه الرواية. 🛑 لا أحلل السرقة أو إعادة نشرها، فالرواية كتبت بقلمي وهى فريدة من نوعها. 🛑غير مسموح لك بالتشبيه بينها وأي من الروايات الأخرى. ______ ـــــــــــــــــــــــــــــــــــــــ

[Zenbe University #2] Zabelle Noelani Marviero is a kind-hearted woman with a pure soul and a blessed mind. She is family-oriented and a very hardworking student who only wants what's best for her family. She has a dark past. A crazy secret that only specific individuals are aware of. Upon her journey, she met a woman who would test her patience, love, and self-worth. It was her boss. She is the one and only middle child of the Zenebe family. The boss, who will give her everything that she needs, will also ruin her peaceful existence. "My name is Zabelle Noelani-" She cut me off. Her eyes penetrating mine, making my hands shook in shock. "You're hired." Did she just hire me without asking for my background and experience? All rights reserved. No copyrights intended. 📌 FILIPINO-TAGALOG-ENGLISH 📌 GXG

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SEQUEL TO 'HER REPLACED GROOM' •~•~•~• "What do you need Ms. ?" He asked irritated. "Don't you know what it means when a beautiful girl tries to block your path, Mr. Oberoi?" She asked folding her hands on her chest. "No I don't. Now move aside!" He replied blankly and was about to leave when she suddenly held his wrist making him stop as his heart picked up it's pace. He turned around to look at her. She quickly withdrew her hand muttering sorry. "What do you want Ms.? " He asked. "Your number. And yes my name is not Ms. It's Anjali. Anjali Sinha." He widened his eyes hearing name. ___ Anjali Sinha is many things. She is bold. She is unapologetic. She is a girl who looked at a stranger across a wedding venue, felt something stir in her chest and decided - without hesitation - to do something about it. Rejection didn't break her. It never does. Because Anjali has spent her entire life learning that if you want something, you go after it. Nobody is going to hand you your dreams. Nobody is going to fight your battles. Nobody is going to choose you if you don't first choose yourself. Then there is Arhaan Oberoi. Successor to the Oberoi empire. Controlled. Calculated. A man who has mastered the art of keeping people at arm's length with nothing more than a cold stare and carefully chosen silence. He is someone who has learned - painfully and permanently - that love is not something the universe intended for him. That hope is a dangerous thing. That letting someone close only gives them the power to destroy you. Arhaan Oberoi does not do feelings. Feelings have consequences. Feelings have made him into someone he spent years trying to forget. But fate - stubborn and relentless. What neither of them anticipates is that the story pulling them together is so much bigger than either of them imagined. That the universe connecting them has roots neither of them planted. Can his darkness survive her shine or will her shine simply consume his darkness?

❝ 𝑶𝒅𝒉 𝒌𝒆 𝑫𝒉𝒂𝒂𝒏𝒊 𝑹𝒆𝒆𝒕 𝒌𝒊 𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒂𝒅𝒂𝒓 𝑨𝒂𝒚𝒂 𝑻𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝑺𝒉𝒆𝒉𝒂𝒓 𝑴𝒆𝒊𝒏 ⁠♡ 𝑹𝒂𝒏𝒋𝒉𝒂 𝑻𝒆𝒓𝒂⁠ ♡ 𝑫𝒖𝒏𝒊𝒚𝒂 𝒁𝒂𝒎𝒂𝒂𝒏𝒂, 𝑱𝒉𝒐𝒐𝒕𝒂 𝑭𝒂𝒔𝒂𝒂𝒏𝒂 𝑱𝒆𝒆𝒏𝒆 𝑴𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒆 𝑲𝒂 𝑾𝒂𝒂𝒅𝒂 𝑺𝒂𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒉𝒂 𝑴𝒆𝒓𝒂 ❞ A story where a bag exchange becomes the beginning of a love neither of them was ready for. ✧࣪˖ 𓂃 ❀ · · · 🦋 · · · ❀ 𓂃 ࣪˖ ✧ 𝓢𝓱𝓲𝓿𝓪𝓷𝓼𝓱 𝔁 𝓡𝓪𝓭𝓱𝓲𝓴𝓪 🌷 ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ ✦ ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ "No, This one's mine." She said clearly I know I put my bag here and it's in the same position as it was....what the hell, he is weird like he has his bag in his hand and he is just messing around.... what did he think... I have no time for this bullshit... Her mind was telling her ... just ignore him and walk "I just thought..." he added "𝑾𝒆𝒍𝒍, 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒘𝒓𝒐𝒏𝒈. 𝑰'𝒎 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒕𝒚𝒑𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒈𝒊𝒓𝒍, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑰 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒏𝒐 𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒃𝒖𝒍𝒍𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒕." ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ ✦ ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ Her heart felt unbearably small beneath the weight of her own prayer. "Mujhe ab sirf sukoon chahiye..." A tear slid down her cheek. "𝑴𝒖𝒋𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒐𝒌𝒔𝒉 𝒅𝒆 𝒅𝒊𝒋𝒊𝒚𝒆..." He looked at her blank shock...And for reasons even he didn't fully understand...He smiled Naturally. "𝑯𝒆𝒍𝒍𝒐, 𝒇𝒖𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒇𝒆." he said looking at her ━━━━━━━

لایرا میشێڵ خاوەنی شیرینخانەی سوویت سپۆتە ئەو شوێنە بچووک و پڕ لە میهرەبانییەی لە دڵی شاری نیویۆرکدا وەک مروارییەک دەدرەوشێتەوە. لایرا ژیانی خۆی بە ڕەنگ و تامی شیرینییەکان ڕازاندبووەوە، بەڵام ڕۆژێک کاتێک کچێکی بچووک و چاوگەش هەنگاو دەنێتە نێو جیهانە بچووک و شیرینەکەی و ڕێڕەوی ژیانی لایرا بۆ هەمیشە بەرەو ئاراستەیەکی نوێ وەردەچەرخێت. لە لایەکی تری شار براندۆن کۆڵ وەستاوە بەڕێوەبەری جێبەجێکاری کۆمپانیای زەبەلاحی "کۆل ئینتەرپڕایز" ئەو گەنجێکی دەوڵەمەندە کە خاوەن کەسایەتییەکی بێوێنە و سەرنجڕاکێشە، کە خەونی هەر کچێکە پیاوێکی وەک ئەو شک ببات. بەڵام دڵی ئەو قەڵایەکی داخراو بوو.بۆ براندۆن تەنیا دوو عەشق لەم گەردوونەدا ڕاستی بوون: میهرەبانی دایکی و پێکەنینی کچەکەی. بەڵام هەمیشە قەدەر لە پشت پەردەوە شتێکی تری ئامادە کردووە تەنیا یەک پەیوەندیی تەلەفۆنی کورت بەس بوو بۆ ئەوەی دیوارەکانی دەوری دڵی براندۆن بڕووخێنێت و هەموو هاوکێشەکانی ژیانی بگۆڕێت.

අකීකරු සිහිනයක් තුළ අතරමන් වුන අහිංසකාවියක්..

FBI Special Agent Y/N is sent undercover to investigate the world's biggest pop star: Michael Jackson. Her mission is simple. Gain his trust. Write your reports. Find the truth. The Bureau believes multiple suspicious leads justify opening Case File MJ-85-01. But the man she meets is nothing like the one described in the file. As every new report blurs the line between duty and truth, one rule becomes harder to follow... Don't let him know who you really are. And whatever you do... don't fall for him. A story inspired by an alternate timeline.

"....جیۆن جۆنگکوک چیت لەدڵم کرد خۆزگەم بەوڕۆژانەی تۆم نەدەناسی خۆزگە ئەوکات ڕەتم کردبایەوە بوون بەدایەنی کوڕەکەت" . . . . . . . . "....تۆنازانی کوڕەکەم چەندهۆگرتە تەنانەت پێتدەڵێ دایکە چۆن دەتوانی جێیبهێڵی و بڕۆیت باشە نەفرەت لەمن بەڵام کوڕەکەم جێمەهێڵە..." هەموومافێکی بۆخۆم دەگەڕێتەوە پیت بەپیتی خۆم نوسیومە

لونا هەمیشە خەونی بە سامان و شکۆمەندیەوە دەبینی.. بەڵام کاتێک بۆی دەردەکەوێ کە کە سەر بە یەکێک لە دەوڵەمەندترین خێزانەکانی لەندەنە ، خەونەکەی دەبێتە کابووسێکی ئاڵۆز . بەهۆی ئەوەی دەخرێتە ناو جیھانێکی دەوڵەمەندی و نهێنیەوە .. ڕوبەڕووی پێنج برا دەبێتەوە .. کە بەدەست هێنانی متمانەیان مەحاڵە ، بەتایبەت کاتێک دوانیان سوکایەتی پێدەکەن ، وە خۆشەویستی کەسێک سنورێک دەبرێت کە هەرگیز بە خەیاڵی دا نەهاتووە .. ئایە لونا دەتوانێت بسەلمێنێت کە سەر بە خۆیەتی یان درزەکانی خێزانە نوێیەکەی بۆ هەمیشە خەونەکانی دەشکێنن ؟ . . . . . { بە بێهێزیەوە دەستی ڕەیدنی گرت و دوا وشەکانی چرپاند «ئەوەی بەڵێنت دا بیبە سەر » «بەڵام بەڵێنە کە هی هەردووکمان بوو » ڕەیدن بە هاوارەوە وتی و دواتر فرمێسکەکانی ڕژانە سەر ڕوومەتەکانی} نوسەر /3> Queen

"لە دڵی تاریکیدا، کاتێک وا دیارە هەموو هیوایەک لەناوچووە و سێبەرەکان درێژتر دەبنەوە، ئەمەت لەبیربێت کەوا شەیتان بە چرپە دەڵێت: 'ناتوانیت بەرگەی زریانەکە بگریت' بەڵام جەنگاوەرەکە وەڵامی دەداتەوە و دەڵێت، 'من زریانەکەم'." دوای ئەوەی ڤێرا ئیڤانۆڤ ناچاردەبێت یارمەتی خوشکەکەی بدات لە بەدەستهێنانەوەی سیڤیەکی گرنگ دواجار خۆی دەبینێتەوە کە لەگەڵ دڵڕەقترین و بێ بەزەییترین مافیا گیری خواردووە کە فەرمانڕەوایی ترس و دەسەڵات دەکات. ئەو بوو بە کابوسی ترسناکی ڤێرا کە دەرچوون تێیدا ئەستەم بوو بە هەموو شێوەیەک. دەستپێک: ٢٠٢٤/٣/١٦ کۆتایی : ~ مافەکانی پارێزراوە

The Sisodia heirs are unrivaled in control and possession, and their world is a reflection of their might. With their family and surname commanding respect, prestige, and obedience, their lives are the definition of perfection from the outside. Yet, on the far side of the charm and flawless illusions exists an unseen reality. A reality of complicated relationships and messed emotions that felt ready to fall apart. Their home, once a sanctuary of warmth and togetherness, has become a space where silence is haunted by the whispers of bitter pain and guarded secrets. But... the time has come for the tables to turn. The destiny of the three brothers awaits their surrender, as they realize that life's greatest treasures lie not in what they possess. For it's not the empire that would forever define them, but the depth of their own desires. Will they be brave enough to accept and follow the will of their hearts? Tied together by blood and legacy, they navigate the complexities of love, family, and power. As they face their personal demons, they must confront the broken strings of their bond also. Will they find forgiveness or destruction in the shadows of the past? ༻⁺˚⋆｡°✰°｡⋆˚⁺༺ 𝓐𝓪𝓿𝓮𝓰 will take you across their journey filled with realizations, obstacles, challenges and imperfections. ╰┈➤ There is family, there is drama, there is romance and above all, there is love, which doesn't come easy.