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𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐫𝐠𝐮𝐞𝐝 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐢𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐭. 𝐇𝐞 𝐟𝐥𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐚𝐦𝐞. 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭? 𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐨𝐭 𝐦𝐚𝐝, 𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐚 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒅𝒆𝒓. 𝑨 𝒓𝒐𝒎𝒄𝒐𝒎 𝒃𝒐𝒐𝒌 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒐𝒔 :｡･:*:･ﾟ'★

Roman Mariano doesn't believe in mercy. Cold, calculated, and feared by all, he built his empire on blood and control. When Aurora Vasquez stumbled into his world, he convinced himself she was a weakness he needed to destroy. But hatred turned into something far more dangerous, an addiction he couldn't shake, a craving that consumed him whole. He gave her the illusion of choice, but in truth, he never planned to let her go. Aurora Vasquez wants one thing: freedom. Every moment in Roman's mansion feels like a beautiful prison, gilded but suffocating. She dreams of running, of breaking the chains that keep her tied to him. She tells herself she hates him for everything he's done, but as the line between fear and desire blurs, she can't help but wonder-will she fall for the man who trapped her?

#𝐈 𝐢𝐧 '𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐡𝐚𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞🧿✨' 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 ✧˖° Ｍｉｓｈｒａ ｗｅｄｓ Ｍａｈａｊａｎ？ °˖✧ ⟡ Welcome to a shaadi where the pheras aren't even theirs, but the rishta might just be. ⟡ Kiara Mishra once believed in love- the soft, school-girl kind that blooms in quiet corners and ends in heartbreak at railway stations. Back then, she was the shy, clumsy girl who fell too hard for a backbencher with a dimpled smile. Years passed. He became a memory. She became a fire- Dr. Kiara Mishra, bold tongue, sharp mind, zero time for nostalgia. ♡✧──────✧♡ But fate? Arre, that old troublemaker had other plans. A best friend's grand Udaipur wedding drags her straight into royal halls, nosy aunties, dhol beats... and him. Ruaan Mahajan. The boy who once held her heart... and maybe, just maybe, never returned it. ✦ Seven days. ✦ Forced encounters. ✦ Meddling friends. ✦ Too many sparks for two people pretending they've "moved on." ✦ And one big, fat Indian wedding that refuses to mind its own business. What could possibly go wrong? Answer: Everything. ...including the way she still looks at him. ...including the way he never stopped. ꕥ A chaotic, nostalgic, slow-burn reunion you won't forget ꕥ ✧──────────────✧ #3 in schoolromance #2 in chaotix #1 in sadlovestory #1 in devotion #1 in crush #2 in secretadmirer #2 in purelove #1 in childhoodsweethearts #1 in teenromance #3 in lovestory

𝐇𝐢𝐠𝐡 𝐒𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐥 𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐀𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐀 ♡ 𝐀𝐆𝐍𝐈 Aisha Sehrawat never planned to fall in love. Not in 11th standard. Not with the boy everyone warned her about. Agni Rathore. 12th. Senior. Biker. Fights more than he speaks. Rumors say he's broken, dangerous, heartless. From the moment he sees her-big eyes, soft voice, trembling hands holding books like they're armor-Aisha becomes the only thing that makes sense in his messy life. She's sunshine. He's the storm no one survives. He doesn't know how to love gently. He only knows how to protect violently. But first love isn't fairy-tale perfect. Family, fear, scars that refuse to heal-Agni learns that loving someone is the easy part. Keeping them is the war. She believes in goodness. He believes he was born to destroy it. And somehow, they still choose each other. She'll teach him softness. He'll burn down the world if she cries. Because Aisha might be made of petals, but Agni? Agni is the fire that guards her.

Her doom is their entertainment. When the gods choose a princess to relive the end of her world forever, they forget one crucial detail: How many times can a victim die before she decides to fight back? Now she's ready, to take back what was stolen, soul by fiery soul.

When Cal bought the Old Gamblers mine she was not expecting the events that came... Playing a twisted game of find the object, rude (and cute) Time jumpers, the constant threat on her life, trying to save the future, and having to say goodbye to her family... Journey with Cal as the ultimate chaos of Time Travel invades her life. Done editing...

In the year 2099 all humans below the upper middle class line are assigned soulmates at birth with the rich and powerful to strengthen the human race into a perfected breed. Beauty, brains, and money, power and glory will make America what it once was a century ago. Until a secret rebellion forms under the very noses of the government that created this new world order...

Panama, 1947. William Drake can get you anything you want -- for the right price. When a missing persons case offers him the chance for some quick cash, he's all in. What starts as a simple job turns out to be anything but when he crosses paths with Zamira Roon, an alien princess crash-landed on Earth in search of a fugitive and a dangerous weapon. He's no hero, and she's no human, but together they'll risk the odds to save their planets, their people and, just maybe, each other.

Aya has always carried her world alone-quietly, obediently, invisibly. Until the heartbreaks stacked too high. Until Raz left her feeling unworthy. Until her family's silence felt louder than screaming. Until the weight of life finally pressed her under. After nine interrupted attempts to disappear, Aya chooses her final one with precision: open water, midnight, three heavy stones in her backpack. No witnesses. No more mistakes. Only peace. But the water refuses her. And so does the last man she ever expected to care. Haze-her distant, perfectionist neighbor who never spared her more than a passing glance-appears out of the darkness and drags her from the water, furious and terrified. Aya begs him to let her go. Haze refuses. What begins as an unwanted rescue becomes a collision of two damaged lives. He carries his own buried past; she carries her unread letters of goodbye. And somewhere between all the hurt and all the breaking, they start to pull each other back to the surface-slowly, painfully, imperfectly. But saving someone isn't the same as loving them. And loving someone isn't the same as staying. Will Haze be the anchor Aya has never had? Or another wave waiting to drown her all over again? A story about the heaviness we hide, the ache of being forgotten, and the terrifying tenderness of being seen. A romance carved out of survival-messy, real, and heartbreakingly human.

𝙏𝙞𝙩𝙡𝙚: 𝐆𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐈𝐧 𝐇𝐞𝐫 𝐄𝐲𝐞𝐬 - He saw honesty in her smile... never realising it was gold she was after. ∘₊✧──────✧₊∘ ✨ 𝐕𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐚 𝐊𝐚𝐩𝐨𝐨𝐫 24. Cold-blooded mastermind with the face of an angel. Born into a middle-class world but thrust into a rich-kid playground through a scholarship, Vanya learned young that money doesn't just talk-it laughs at the poor. She had comebacks sharp as knives, a smile that could kill, and two childhood friends who watched the world's glittering cruelty alongside her. By class 10, the trio made a silent vow: "If gold is what they worship... then gold is what we'll steal." From a corrupt billionaire's wedding-one month, one heist, one perfect plan. But fate had its own plot twist. ∘₊✧──────✧₊∘ ⚔️ 𝐀𝐝𝐯𝐚𝐢𝐭 𝐎𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐢 26. Decorated DSP. Ruthless. Unshakable. Unattainable. A man whose voice can silence chaos. Ten criminal gangs down. No third walk free. He doesn't chase criminals-he traps them. But when he meets Vanya... The hunter doesn't know he's already prey. ∘₊✧──────✧₊∘ But what happens when... A criminal starts falling for the cop chasing her? And the officer starts falling for the lie she lives? " 𝘚𝘰𝘯𝘢, 𝘬𝘪𝘵𝘯𝘢 𝘴𝘰𝘯𝘢 𝘩𝘢𝘪, 𝘴𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘫𝘢𝘪𝘴𝘢 𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘢 𝘮𝘢𝘯 𝘚𝘶𝘯, 𝘻𝘢𝘳𝘢 𝘴𝘶𝘯, 𝘬𝘺𝘢 𝘬𝘦𝘩𝘵𝘪 𝘩𝘢𝘪 𝘥𝘦𝘦𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘦 𝘥𝘪𝘭 𝘬𝘪 𝘥𝘩𝘢𝘥𝘬𝘢𝘯..." 🎵 "𝘋𝘪𝘭 𝘴𝘢𝘮𝘣𝘩𝘢𝘭 𝘫𝘢 zar𝘢... 𝘱𝘩𝘪𝘳 𝘮𝘰𝘩𝘢𝘣𝘣𝘢𝘵 𝘬𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘦 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘭𝘢 𝘩𝘢𝘪 𝘵𝘶..." 🎶 ⚠️ Betrayal tastes sweet when sugarcoated with love. ⚠️ He's sworn to to follow rules and she is living for breaking them.

"Main Gehra Tamas Tu Sunera Savera 💗 Main Tera Oh Main Tera💗 Musaafir Main Bhatka Tu Mera Basera 💗 Main Tera Oh Main Tera 💗" Mahima Mishra never imagined her arranged marriage with Aadvik Agnihotri would turn into laughter, stolen glances, and unexpected love. At the same time, Anika Mishra and Shaurya Agnihotri can't stand each other... until sparks fly, and enemies slowly turn into lovers. Between family chaos, wedding plans, and playful moments, four hearts learn that love often comes when you least expect it.

Years after Tunde Badmus saved Nigeria from the Omu Ibikun plague, his family finally found peace. But when his granddaughter, Adesewa, visits Mushin on a simple family trip, her blood accidentally reawakens the ancient darkness sealed under the abandoned church where the plague once began. A forgotten door cracks open. Old spirits whisper again. And Adesewa becomes the center of a new rising that threatens to finish what the first plague started. Now, a new battle is brewing ,one tied deeply to her bloodline , and the dead are preparing to return.

The abyss was sealed but its echoes still bleed. In the aftermath of war and sacrifice, Elowen and her companions return from the depths of the mountain wounded, but triumphant. The artifacts have been reunited. The old Covenant remade. Selyra has been unleashed but not shattered. But peace is a fragile myth. Rumors whisper through the broken domains of Nocturnis. Entire bloodlines vanish without a whisper. Elemental storms return in unnatural cycles. And from the ashes of forbidden magic, a new power begins to rise: The Duskborne. Born of tainted lineage; half Lycan, half witch, half forgotten sin, they are the children of exile, brought up in shadow, bound together by secrets. Their leader moves like mist across a broken landscape, hunting Elowen... not to kill her, but to claim her. As the old alliances disintegrate and the mysteries of Elowen's heritage begin to surface, the legacy moves in to annihilate her. Torn between the remnants of the guardians and the seductive call of a dark destiny, Elowen must choose: Will she remain a source of balance or the catalyst that annihilates fate itself? Destiny forged her. War shaped her. But love... love can annihilate her. Welcome to Book Two of the Eclipsed by Fate series, where every truth has teeth, and not all monsters hide in the dark. Be sure to read book I, to understand the backstory!

Londeka's life was never easy, but nothing could prepare her for the cruelty and obsession of MaMshengu, who sought to control her and even her newborn child. Determined to protect her family, Londeka escapes to Johannesburg with Sabelo, where they begin a new life filled with love, safety, and hope. As MaMshengu's obsession drives her to madness, Londeka's courage, patience, and unwavering love ensure that her child grows up free and secure. Phakathi Komhlane Nembeleko is a powerful story of resilience, the triumph of love over fear, and the ultimate victory of those who fight for their freedom and family.

"If nothing saves us from death let our love at least save us from life . i will die peacefully knowing that my most beautiful and my loving wife was in my arms . i love you and I'll love you even after life . he took the last breath and that was the last of it . "go now , they've prepared a place for you . paris is heaven . you'll lay in his arms forever" those were emihle's words . they echoed in my head . i lay on his chest holding his hands . "in your arms i'll lay forever and i took one last deep breath . my name is Nosipho Zondi and that's how i fell in love with the blind man"

The jerk's eyes widened in disbelief. "Don't tell me she's our classmate." My eyes mirrored his shock. "Wait, what? He's our classmate?" I asked, my voice laced with disbelief. Aleena nodded. "Yes, he's Avyaan Parekh." I couldn't believe it. "Well, well, well," Avyaan said, a smug smile spreading across his face. "Looks like we're going to be seeing a lot more of each other, NI-TI-KA" I rolled my eyes, my mind racing with witty comebacks. But before I could respond, Aleena intervened. "Okay, let's not make a scene here. We have classes to attend" I nodded, grateful for the rescue. As we walked away, I couldn't help but steal a glance at Avyaan. He was still smirking, his eyes gleaming with amusement. I made a sign with my hand, like I was going to punch him, and raised an eyebrow in a threatening gesture. Avyaan just smiled lazily and twisted his finger near his forehead, like he was screwing an invisible light bulb. The universal sign for "you're crazy".

The Harbinger is gone, but his fall has left a power vacuum and power never stays unclaimed for long. In the fragile dawn after victory, Nocturnis stands at a crossroads. Wounded and rebuilding, the city faces a new threat: the return of the rogue packs, exiles who once lurked in the wilds beyond the walls. Now they rise in alarming numbers, their ranks swelled by deserters, mercenaries, and bitter hearts with nothing to lose. Whispers speak of a hidden leader rallying them with promises of a new order one where the Alphas fall and Nocturnis bows to no crown or council. Tasha Blackwood, still bearing the scars of the Harbinger's war, must navigate the treacherous currents of politics, betrayal, and the uneasy unity of her people. But even as she fights to keep the city whole, she and Alexander are tested in ways neither battlefield nor prophecy prepared them for. Luna and Alpha, bound by love yet pulled by duty, must face the truth: in war, the enemy is clear but in peace, danger can wear the face of a friend. Allies will falter. Old enemies will resurface. And as the drums of rebellion echo beyond the city walls, Nocturnis must decide whether it will stand together, or burn from within? This is a sequel to Loving A Stranger

𝐉𝐎𝐄 𝐊𝐄𝐄𝐑𝐘 | in which two lovers end on a bad note, and learn to fall in love again. - {SOCIAL MEDIA X REAL LIFE} {JOE KEERY X FEMALE OC}

Hello, my dear readers hope you enjoy my poetry. I just wanted to convey my feeling through this poetry hope it did. Thank you so much my dear readers ❤✌

DARK WITH LOVE """Is my dad the reason for everything?""" Zoya's voice broke. "I waited for you, Ren... and I'm tired. But now... it's too late. I want to move on." Ren looked at her, his eyes brimming with tears. Later, Zoya walked in wearing her bridal dress, holding a bouquet of flowers. Her eyes shimmered with unshed tears, fighting to hold them back tears heavy with regret. Han whispered to her,"My choice is always good."