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Twisted Hearts - a tale of love, fate, and obsession. She's a passionate graphic design student, focused on her dreams. He's a powerful CEO, a man who always gets what he wants. Their worlds were never meant to collide-until fate intervened, pulling them into a connection neither of them saw coming. Just as their hearts begin to intertwine, the past resurfaces-a shadow that refuses to be forgotten. A love long buried, a jealousy that knows no limits, and a deception that threatens to tear them apart. When hearts are twisted by fate and obsession, will love be enough to survive the storm?

Rudransh Khurana:- He is 28, powerful and cold. A self made storm with an empire at his feet and ice in his veins . As a chairman of imperion group, he didn't need people -he owned them. He felt nothing and moved through life like a shadow _ sharp, silent and dangerous. Rudra didn't follow rules .He rewrote them. Then came Aaranya... She is 21 - warm and grounded.A student of Delhi University, she wore her innocence like light but carried strength in every step. She was loyal,bold and soft in all the places where he was hard.. But her life changed ...when Rudransh Khurana,set his cold eyes on her. He forced her into his dark world... and made her 𝘩𝘪𝘴. He calls it obsession. But for Aaranya, it feels like a beautifully built cage. ---------- "You think signing that paper makes me yours?" she whispered. "No, sweetheart," he said, voice dripping with danger. "That just makes it legal. You were mine the moment I saw you- My wife. My obsession. And now... my prisoner." "This isn't love..." she said.... "No. This is OWNERSHIP." ____ But the question remains? Will she submit? Or will she fight to break free from the man who owns her?

( 𝐃𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐲 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 #𝟏) "Some storms don't come to destroy... they come to reveal who we truly are." He loved her once - like she was the only light in his dark, shattered world. Now, he can't even bear the sound of her name. Farzeen, the woman who once lived in Mudassir's heart, has become a stranger to him. A cruel twist of fate wiped away every memory of the love they shared - leaving behind only bitterness, hatred... and an unspoken ache buried deep beneath his broken soul. But love isn't always gentle. Sometimes, it tests you. Sometimes, it breaks you before it makes you whole again. Bound by a marriage neither of them chose, Farzeen fights to bring back the man who once cherished her - even as the world turns its back on her after a tragedy that stole everything she was. Will she find the strength to rebuild what fate has broken? Or are some loves meant to live only in memories - forgotten and unforgiven? Because the hardest journey isn't finding love... It's finding your way back to it.

«وقـع فـي حـبّهـا أولًا... و هـربت منـه قبـل أن تـلتـفت» كـانت تظـن أن العـادات سـتنقـذها منـه... و أن مـكانـتهـا كـزوجـة ثـانيـة سـتُبـقيـه بـعيـدًا عـنهـا لكـن مـا لـم تـتوقـعه هـو ذلـك الرجـل، الـذي لـم تـهزّه امـرأة مـن قـبل... و لا اسـتطـاع أن يـكبـح نـفسـه أمـامهـا مـهمـا حـاول هـي التـي تخـاف المـصيـر المفـروض عـليـها و هـو الـذي يـقتـرب مـنهـا كـأنهـا الشـيء الوحـيد الـذي يـريـده حـقًا و عـندمـا يـتحـوّل الهـروب إلـى انجـذاب، و الـثبـات إلـى رغـبة لا يـمكـن إخـمادهـا... يبـدأ القـدر فـي رسـم قصـة لـم يـقصـدها أيٌّ مـنهـما لـكنّـهمـا يـصيـران جـزءًا مـنهـا رغـماً عـنهـما *لـيـونـارد تـايـهـيـونـغ روتـشـيـلـد *ألـيـسـيـا والـتـون بـدأت 21/04/2024 غـيـر مـكـتـمـلـة *تـصـنـيـف الروايـة : زواج إجـباري *يـمـنـع مـنـعـا بـاتـا تـشـبـيـه روايـتـي أو الـنـسـخ و الـاقـتـبـاس مـنـهـا

Welcome to the world of Tokyo Revengers - but this time, you're not Takemitchy. You're Y/n: kind, brave, self-sacrificing... and the true heart of this story. This is Book 1 of a planned 5-part series that expands on the Tokyo Revengers universe with new depth, emotion, and twists you won't see coming. Get ready to fight, fall, and rewrite your fate.

Perfection is an art, if only it turns well with work. What if it gets used in your personal life too? Life turns out to be building a set of blocks, that gets placed in the same way as the other layer before, careless of building a rooftop.

Hello. My name is Alma Smith. The sole occupant of the research vessel Asterion. This is my final transmission. I am recording it because my human brain, with all its human neuroses, insists it is still useful. It believes, with embarrassing optimism, that if it keeps me talking long enough, a miraculous solution will interrupt me. That is my biology. The reality is that I am already dead by the time you hear this. I am approaching the event horizon of the black hole designated Sisyphus. An ugly irony who, like me, was not punished by labor but by hope. I did not fall in by accident or because I was suicidal. Asterion did this. Whether it was intentional or not makes no difference now. I have already sent you all the data. You can decide what happened. I no longer care. The point of no return is coming. Scientifically. But practically I crossed it long ago with the resources I had. I want to be clear about something. I am terrified. There is no heroic calm in me. Just a relentless fear pounding in my chest, begging me to keep looking for a way out. Surely there should be another option. Surely this is not how a thinking, sophisticated species ends up: alone, narrating itself into the dark. That may just be the human condition, though. You're on a planet. I'm in a murdering mechanical can. We're both floating in a vast black expanse, conscious and alone. Being human is wonderful. I've enjoyed it. But it makes uncertainty like this unbearable. The only comfort I have is knowing that no matter what happens, I am going to die here. If anyone hears this, I did not die quietly or bravely. I will likely die terrified and very human. But I went honestly. I understood what was coming. If that counts for anything, let it count out here. Time is strange now. Only forward and future. The concept of the past is obsolete. Perhaps it always has been. I love you, Dad. Happy belated birthday. This is Alma Smith, signing off.

"𝐈𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠. 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞 𝐈 𝐡𝐚𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐩𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝." ── Every summer, Yeorum returns with her family to Seabrook, a small coastal town in North Carolina, where her grandmother runs a jewelry shop by the sea. For her, those summers have always meant freedom and carefree days... but in recent years, friendships have slipped away like sand through her fingers, and at seventeen, Yeorum is resigned that this summer might be different-the one that could truly change her. A chance encounter with Liam, a bright and captivating boy, pushes her to live, to breathe, to draw again... yet behind his smile lies a secret that could change everything. Amid sunsets on the beach, starry nights, and slowly blossoming feelings, Yeorum and Liam discover a bond that has the power to transform their lives. But summer, as always, doesn't last forever, and every moment comes at a price. ── © 2026 _poeticthoughtz_

Axiel Gyle Fuentes, a celebrated athlete, lived and breathed running. Her passion fueled her success until a devastating incident shattered her world, leaving her unable to walk and her spirit broken. Plunged into darkness, Axiel loses all will to live, her dreams seemingly extinguished forever. Enter Rhys Cale Ventura, a licensed physical therapist and a devoted, albeit silent, admirer of Axiel's talent. He steps into her life, offering not just physical rehabilitation but also unwavering support and understanding. As Rhys guides her through each painstaking step, Axiel begins to rediscover her strength and resilience. But will Rhys be able to help her reclaim her passion and cross the finish line of life once more, proving that every step, even her last run, can lead to a new beginning?

♾️ "Wanting something or someone is okay, but never owning someone or something you really want" ____________________ Two Best Friends promise to be BEST FRIENDS FOREVER but when they finally set the rules for each other. As days, weeks, months and even years passed, they found each other Wanting Someone Special ____________________ This is the second story in this series hope you all still supporting me at this one. Thank you everyone. Status: Completed [Not yet edited] Started: Nov. 17, 2021 Ended: May 17, 2022 Book Cover by: @allydo_arts on twt

Chloe Chen, a rising econ star at Westmore University, is a hopeless romantic, which might have been admirable if she wasn't in love with a fictional character. Skye Lark is just the man for the job, an up-and-coming cosplayer with shapeshifting abilities that could rival Loki himself. When their two paths cross through an guerilla set up by Chloe's best friend, they find themselves drifting into an unlikely friendship. But can a bond really last if one person is hired to play the part? And how do you know you really, truly, know someone, more than just the idea of them? She likes him for his looks. He likes her for her money. That's what they tell each other, at least. But as their carefully scripted arrangement teeters dangerously on the edge of genuine romance, both of them are forced to confront the unbearable question: at what point does too much make-believe cross the line?

Long ago, a war shattered the heavens. Archangel Michael led the charge of light, while Azrael, the defiant, plunged countless angels into rebellion. Defeated, the traitors were cast down - but not all vanished into eternal fire. Some fell... here. They walk among us. They bleed like us. But their blood carries power - ancient, dangerous, divine. Whispers tell of their descendants: half-human, half-fallen. Marked by fate. Hunted by darkness. And bound to a prophecy that could ignite a war between Heaven and Earth. This is not a tale of saints and salvation. This is a story of shadows and seduction. Of mortals corrupted by divine blood. Of those who hunger for the throne of God Himself. The Legacy: Dawn of the Fallen Angels is a work of fiction. It is not based on biblical accounts, and all characters, events, and places are products of imagination. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. In memory of my beloved friend, Khail Narisma - A gentle soul who walked among us with quiet strength and grace. Your name lives on in these pages, as a fallen angel who never truly fell. - Elizabeth Belarmino, writing as Bethany Bloom

A collection of one-shot stories by Sereina Amore, where each chapter tells a different tale. From happy moments to unexpected twists, every story brings a new feeling and a little escape for anyone who reads. 𝜗ৎ

Bonds that feel like home and Tales that touched heart. How would it feel to read societies and school chaos romance friendship and neighborhood all in one book!!! 🌷💗🎀 𝘼𝙙𝙫𝙖𝙮 𝘼𝙧𝙤𝙧𝙖 - School topper a calm and gentleman boy started falling for his neighbour's niece Pranjal. 𝙋𝙧𝙖𝙣𝙟𝙖𝙡 𝙆𝙖𝙥𝙤𝙤𝙧 - Pranjal is a innocent kind and soft spoken girl who always helps other even if they hurt her. "𝗔𝗱𝘃𝗮𝘆 𝘀𝗮𝘄 𝗰𝗿𝗮𝗰𝗸𝘀 𝗶𝗻 𝗣𝗿𝗮𝗻𝗷𝗮𝗹'𝘀 𝘀𝗺𝗶𝗹𝗲 𝘄𝗵𝗲𝗻 𝘀𝗵𝗲 𝘁𝗿𝗶𝗲𝘀 𝘁𝗼 𝗵𝗶𝗱𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗺 𝗕𝗲𝗻𝗲𝗮𝘁𝗵 𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗽𝘂𝗿𝗲 𝗵𝗲𝗮𝗿𝘁"💗🌷 𝘿𝙖𝙧𝙨𝙝𝙞𝙩 𝘾𝙝𝙖𝙪𝙝𝙖𝙣 -An average introverted and underconfident guy belonged to middle class family always been far away and nervous especially around girls. 𝙎𝙢𝙮𝙧𝙖 𝙍𝙖𝙟𝙖𝙬𝙖𝙩 - a bold and confident girl impressed by his introverted and nervous nature. "𝗛𝗼𝘄 𝘄𝗶𝗹𝗹 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗶𝗿 𝘀𝘁𝗼𝗿𝘆 𝘂𝗻𝗳𝗼𝗹𝗱 𝘄𝗵𝗲𝗻 𝗳𝗶𝗿𝗲 𝗺𝗲𝗲𝗼𝘁𝘀 𝘄𝗮𝘁𝗲𝗿" 🫧❤️‍🔥 𝙍𝙞𝙫𝙖𝙖𝙣 𝘾𝙝𝙖𝙪𝙙𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙮 - A backbencher and a chill guy loves vyanika topper head girl since 9th. 𝙑𝙮𝙖𝙣𝙞𝙠𝙖 𝙈𝙚𝙝𝙩𝙖 -Hates people not in discipline and is perfect definition of beauty with brain. "𝗪𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝘄𝗶𝗹𝗹 𝗵𝗮𝗽𝗽𝗲𝗻 𝘄𝗵𝗲𝗻 𝘀𝗵𝗲 𝘄𝗶𝗹𝗹 𝗴𝗼𝘁 𝘁𝗼 𝗸𝗻𝗼𝘄 𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝘀𝗲𝗰𝗿𝗲𝘁 𝗮𝗱𝗺𝗶𝗿𝗲𝗿 𝗶𝘀 𝗻𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝗼𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗽𝗲𝗿𝘀𝗼𝗻 𝘀𝗵𝗲 𝗵𝗮𝘁𝗲𝘀?" 🍁⭐ 🍃𝟔 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬 𝐨𝐩𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐢

Abandoned one day after her wedding, Zainab Mumtaz-known as Zoya-flies to California in search of answers from the man she once called her husband. Instead, Bilal Ibrahim Malumfashi divorces her... so he can be with another woman. Broken and alone in a foreign country, Zoya makes one reckless mistake-one that should have ruined her life. Yusuf Kabeer Goro is cold, controlled, and dangerously untouchable. A billionaire doctor with walls built high, he saves Zoya when no one else does. Circumstances force them under the same roof, and what begins as tension slowly turns into something neither of them planned for. But healing is never simple, and just when Zoya dares to hope again, a painful truth comes to light-one that could destroy everything they're building. When love has already broken you once, is it worth fighting for again? "When it is real, you don't walk away-you fight." - Yusuf Kabeer Goro

The Girl Who Made Her Own Way is a quiet, deeply emotional coming-of-age novel about a middle-class girl known only as Rose. Set against the background of ordinary life and unspoken sacrifices, the story follows Rose as she grows up watching her parents choose responsibility over comfort and silence over complaint. From a young age, she learns that dreams are not inherited-they are carried carefully, often alone. Through school failures, financial limitations, fading friendships, and long nights of self-doubt, Rose learns the hardest lessons early. She learns how to endure without being seen, how to stay kind without being weak, and how to keep going when no one is clapping. At eighteen, she stands at the edge of adulthood-not successful, not finished, but resilient. Her real name is never revealed, because her journey is meant to belong to every girl who grew up too soon, learned strength before softness, and chose growth despite fear. This is not a story with a loud ending. It is a story that stays. Genre: Literary Fiction / Coming-of-Age / Inspirational Themes: Quiet resilience, family sacrifice, self-belief, becoming

Blurb: In the golden deserts of Rajasthan, where palaces gleam under the sun and secrets hide behind every stone, Chaand Rathore grew up in the shadow of royalty-an adviser's daughter, gentle and luminous, yet bound by the rules she could never break. Abhay Singh Rathore, fearless heir to the throne, carried the weight of a kingdom on his shoulders-but his heart had always belonged to the girl who once ran through palace halls laughing like the wind. Childhood friends torn apart by duty, fate reunites them years later, in a world where love is forbidden, whispers echo through the walls, and every glance carries a promise. Can Chaand and Abhay rise above tradition, politics, and danger to claim a love that was always meant to be? A tale of destiny, devotion, and a love written in the sands of time.

"Mujse pehli si mohabbat mere mahboob na mang Maine samja tha tu hai to darkshan e hayat Tera gham hai to gham dehar ka jahgra kiya Teri surat se hai Alam mai baharo ko sabat Teri ankoon ke siwa duniya mai rakha kiya " •~• Farz Ahemd ~✿~✿~✿~ " Aysi kya baat hai usmai jo ap use itni mohabbat karte " she asked her voice soft " Ek waja ho to batao yaha hazar wajhain hai" he said closing his eyes remembering their last conversation. ~✿~✿~✿~ " Use bhol jao qurutalain wo tumhare kabil nai tha" he said staring at the plant she jas just planted. " Mujhy bhola sakte ho ?" She asked him " agar bhola shakta to mohabbat na karta "

Hidden Number: Now we're going to play a game, little girl. Hidden Number: The name of our game is 'Don't You Die.' Hidden Number: Do you know why the game is named like that? Hidden Number: Because, in this game, you will want to die. Hidden Number: You will even attempt suicide. Hidden Number: And if something like that happens, you lose the game. Hidden Number: If you lose the game, then all the people you love will die at the same time. Hidden Number: The moment you attempt suicide, they all die. Hidden Number: What if your suicide attempt ends in failure? Hidden Number: Wondering how the game is played? :)

​"A single smile cost me my heart,a second smile gave me back my own. He once told me I was beautiful when my laugh was real-not forced, not tensed, just a pure, belly-aching joy. ​But then the tide turned. Now, he says my voice irks him and my crooked teeth annoy him. He calls me a vampire, claiming my pale skin and unaligned smile do nothing but drain the joy from the room. It's funny-he thinks I'm the one sucking the life out of him, when he's the one who took the bite out of me.". 🖇️📍All copyright reserves to @Adhuni 2026