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"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

❛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'

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

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.

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#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.

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. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

[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

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?

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.

❝ 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 ━━━━━━━

When the Pogues are out walking one afternoon, they come across a quiet, five-year-old girl sitting alone on the curb, clutching a small backpack and far too scared to speak at first. Her name is Reece, and all she knows is that her mother told her to "go find your father" before driving away. Shy, guarded, and clearly overwhelmed, Reece doesn't trust easily-but something about the group feels different, especially JJ, who feels an unexpected pull toward her from the moment they meet. Though he can't explain it, he becomes fiercely protective, staying close as the Pogues decide they can't leave her behind. As Reece is slowly welcomed into their world, the story unfolds through her small, frightened perspective and JJ's conflicted, instinct-driven one, exploring found family, abandonment, and the quiet bonds that form before anyone understands why. What begins as a chance encounter soon becomes something much deeper-setting the stage for truths that will come to light in later chapters. - Hi! I don't know when updates are but I hope you enjoy! 😊

You've been together for years and after much thought, You have decided to marry the tornado of terror. What could go wrong?

‧₊˚✧「 ❝ WHY ARE YOU SO MAD AT ME? ❞ ❝ BECAUSE YOU ARE INSUFFERABLE! ❞ 」 (extended summary inside!) (gilbert blythe x fem! oc!) (seasons 1-3) (started! 9/29/19 finished! 5/5/20)

Before the rise of Westeros, before the dragons of House Targaryen, there was Valyria-the greatest empire the world had ever known, forged in fire and blood, and ruled by Dragonlords who bent the world to their will. And then came the Doom. Centuries later, something awakens in the ruins of that dead empire. Vhaezrya, an ancient dragon bound in human form, opens her eyes beneath the ashes of the Smoking Sea. The world she once knew is gone-her kin reduced to bone, her empire swallowed by fire, and her name erased by time. Weakened and stripped of nearly all her power, she is forced to survive in a world that no longer remembers the Dragonlords. Alone and forgotten, she wanders through the ruins of Valyria searching for meaning in a dead world. But when she finally discovers proof that dragons still exist beyond the Narrow Sea, her long silence breaks. For the first time since the Doom, something stirs within her-hope. As the Dance of the Dragons begins to consume Westeros, Vhaezrya steps into a war not her own, hiding her true identity while secretly walking among kings, princes, and dragons. To reclaim what she has lost, she must restore her ancient power piece by piece-while deciding whether the world that replaced Valyria deserves to be saved... or burned into memory like the one before it. But in a world where dragons fight dragons, even a godlike survivor may find herself becoming something far more dangerous than she ever was before. This is a fanfiction inspired by the world of A Song of Ice and Fire. All rights and original material belong to George R. R. Martin.

ආලයෙන් වරම් ලද භූමියක කතන්දරය...🦚 "ඒකි භූමි බෙලිගල පුංචි හාමුට ආදරේ ගැන උගන්නුවේ "ආදරේ"ට අකුරු කීයද කියලවත් දන්නැති සන්දියේ ඉඳන්..."✍️

Izuku Midoriya was a 4-year-old boy with a dream of saving everyone with a smile. However, he had a problem. In a world where 80% of the population possesses a Quirk, he belonged to the 20% that didn't. Yet, he never gave up on his dream. One day, his former friend, Katsuki Bakugou, decided to attack a girl with purple hair, and Izuku stepped in to defend her. All credits to Kōhei Horikoshi. This is a translation carried out with full permission from the original author @ChristianMartins569. All artworks featured in the story belong to him, and full credit goes to him.

He is the world's biggest star She is his manager But when the heaven calls the angel answers Behind the glittering lights of the world's biggest stage lies a fierce devotion that could alter the course of music history. Nicole knows exactly who she is: independent, unyielding, and fierce enough to survive the shark-infested waters of the music industry. As the personal manager of the superstar Michael Jackson, her job is to shield him from a world that views him more as a money machine than a human being. From tyrannical family dynamics to scheming industry executives, Nicole stands as his ironclad anchor. Trying to change HIStory before it even begins. Michael is a force of nature under the stadium lights, but behind the scenes, he is a gentle soul fighting the deeply rooted ghosts of his past. In a world full of noise, Nicole is the only one who truly hears him. His angel. Trust is built brick by brick, and after the new era begins to dawn, the rhythm between them starts to shift. A quiet warmth is blooming in the dark. For Michael, the steady beat of Nicole's heart has become the only cure for his restless mind and the catalyst for a deep, consuming emotion he is only just beginning to understand. But with rising professional rivalries, secret internal family tensions, and an encroaching shadow that threatens Nicole's own strength, the ultimate test of their loyalty is about to begin. Can an angel protect the world's greatest star when the flames of fame threaten to consume them both? Will the cost of devotion be higher than either of them ever imagined? What doesn't kill you makes you stronger, but is it the case this time? Michael Jackson x (fem)OC