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Ava Monroe thought she was signing a lifeline, a contract marriage to Ethan Kingsley, the billionaire heir with ice in his veins and secrets in his eyes. In exchange for saving her family's legacy, she agreed to play the perfect wife. No strings. No feelings. No questions. But nothing about Ethan is simple. Behind the flawless smiles and public displays lies a web of power, betrayal, and buried pain. As Ava steps deeper into Ethan’s cold world of calculated deals and media deception, she discovers that the most dangerous game isn’t love, it’s pretending not to need it. And when secrets from their pasts begin to surface, old flames, hidden alliances, and a shadowy threat watching their every move, their façade begins to crack. What started as a contract may end in obsession. Because when hearts are locked in a battle of lies and longing… someone always gets burned.

Well, Keshav is the protagonist of the novel, I mean the hero of the book who has been trying to get over his ex-girlfriend Zara. He tries to forget her by indulging himself in liquor every single night but couldn’t get over her . But on new year’s eve , on Zara’s birthday , he receives a message from her and feels like he hit a jackpot by winning her back . But our dear Keshav finds her lying dead on her bed in her room 105 ,and ends up in a crime patrol like situation. He soon figures out that the person he had loved was murdered by her fiancee “Raghu” . Raghu kills Zara , as it turns out that she has cheated on him with an army officer who has kids . The novel depicts the “Kashmir and India” relationship , which speaks for the whole,” Kashmir people hating on Indian Army”situation. Zara Lone , the female lead as in the heroine of the book has an intriguing character depiction , who is quiet clever , confident ,successful modern girl and yet made a wrong decision .

One latte. Two names. A mix-up that started it all. Samantha Caldwell lives a quiet, well-ordered life. As a children’s book illustrator, she’s used to whimsical stories but she’s never lived one. Her weekly routine at the local café is her sanctuary… until a stranger named Luke Bennett sits across from her, claiming she stole his chai latte. What begins as a playful misunderstanding quickly spirals into a charming game of pranks, laughter, and escalating flirtation. Week after week, their coffee shop banter deepens into something neither expected: a bond that feels as real as it is unpredictable. Luke is spontaneous, poetic, and a little messy everything Sam avoids. But love, it turns out, has its own rhythm. And just when they’re getting closer, distance, doubt, and a life-changing opportunity threaten to derail everything they’ve built. From missed calls to heartfelt notes, and fox doodles to latte fueled confessions, Playful Love is a heartwarming story about the joy of letting someone in and discovering that sometimes, the best love stories begin with a little mischief.

This is not a love story. It’s the wreckage after one. this book is for those- "For the ones still carrying ghosts in silence." It’s about a boy who gave everything—time, heart, soul—to someone who barely looked back. This is a story of being forgotten by the one person you couldn’t forget, of watching someone become a stranger while they still carry a piece of you. He wasn’t chasing a fairytale. He was trying to make sense of a connection that once felt real—but maybe never was. Through short, intimate chapters, this story is about the haunting aftermath of love: the slow burn, sleepless nights, the what-ifs, the ache of being forgotten by the one person who mattered most. A side— the part no one ever hears. “If it was never real for you, why does it still ruin me?”

Aerish Elowen has loved Kael Renford for years but he doesn’t even know her name. Every day, she watches him from across the library, writing silent notes in her journal words meant for him, never to be sent. He once gave her a pen on a rainy day. He forgot. She never did. Now, Aerish begins to leave behind pieces of her heartnhidden notes tucked between pages of old poetry books. What if, one day, he reads them? What if love can find its voice through the quiet?

King Alaric was crowned by war, but ruled by desire. His kingdom needed peace, so he took four sisters—each an embodiment of deadly sin—as his queens. Liora, Queen of Lust. Sylva, Queen of Envy. Kaelira, Queen of Wrath. Darya, Queen of Pride. But no crown comes without thorns—especially when love, power, and betrayal entwine. Each sister wants his heart... and the throne. When sin becomes love, who burns and who survives?

I’m no hero, no reincarnated prodigy—just a 47-year-old man, a native of Orario, and a long-time member of Ganesha Familia. I’ve seen gods rise, adventurers fall, and promises turn to blood in the dungeon’s dark. This is not a story of chosen ones or meteoric level-ups. It’s a grounded take on Danmachi—where survival means strategy, money can rival strength, and Familia politics are deadlier than monsters. I won’t rush to the bottom of the dungeon. I’ll show how Orario really works. Welcome to the side of Danmachi where reality bites. ———————————————————————————————————— Disclaimer: Danmachi (also known as Is It Wrong to Try to Pick Up Girls in a Dungeon?) is the intellectual property of Fujino Ōmori, SB Creative, and other respective rights holders. I do not own any part of the original series. This fanfiction is a work of passion made for entertainment purposes only. I only claim ownership of the original characters and plot elements I have created specifically for this story.

“These bedchambers have missed your scent.” His voice, low and rough, made her pulse quicken. Her fear surged, boundless, as he closed the stained glass doors behind him. “Please…don't do this,” she pleaded, trembling as he pulled her close, his touch burning against her skin. “You fled this place while carrying my child. Why did you come back?” he murmured, his lips trailing down her neck as they had so many times before. "But you chased me all the way back!" her lips met his crushing her mouth with a forceful kiss burning her up. She groaned trying to free herself but it was a futile attempt. Dragging her to bed as she tried another futile attempt to escape he stripped her with rough yet controlled hands. "You could've casted me out of there. Gotten married to your ex. You had a better choice given," he kissed her collarbone. " But here you are laying beneath me as it was that night. When you were just a clueless innocent virgin." he grinned sarcastically. “I… don’t know,” she managed, her voice barely a whisper still trying to move away from his touch. "It useless to defy me. Now this is the only place left for you." And he reclaimed her with burning passion rendering her attempts to refuse him and escape him futile. ----->>>>> Luciana Mircea de Amanécer, princess of the Holy Empire that ruled the skies, had once lived in a world of beauty and privilege—a devoted father, joyful sisters, wealth, and a loving fiancé. Yet that life shattered with a single conversation. One day, her father appeared in her chambers, eyes solemn, bearing news that upended her world. “You will be married,” he said, but the name wasn’t that of the man she cherished. Instead, she was to be wed to the ruthless crown prince of the rival Demon Empire, an alliance forged to quell the simmering tensions between their kingdoms. “Father, please…” she begged. “My child,” he murmured, his voice heavy with regret. “It is your duty as the firstborn princess. This marriage will protect the realm… and your little sisters.” For the first time in her life, Luciana saw him bow to her, his plea wordless but clear. Yielding to her father’s desperate request, she accepted her fate. In a single day, she went from princess to wife, her dreams abandoned and her future reshaped. But worse yet the man who she was supposed to be wedded was replaced by a more ruthless hound. A more agonizing revelation that he was a slave with empty title in name. The white wedding gown was soon stained crimson, marking her descent into a life she could never have anticipated. Could she learn to accept a man for whom compassion was an unfamiliar luxury, or would the love she had left behind rise to rescue her?

AU - Cersei's fourth child had the Lannister looks. Blond hair, green eyes and a smile so much like her brother. Cersei could barely stomach the sight of it. ——————————————————————————————————— author: Rhaellion site: Archive of Our Own

Weekly updates every Sunday - 4:00 PM IST (UTC+5:30)! _______________________________ [Fan Fiction] [Cool Novel] [Light Hearted] [Villain Mc] _______________________________ A young man in his early twenties transmigrates into the world of Douluo Dalu—but instead of a rising genius, he finds himself in the body of Salas, the Platinum Bishop of Spirit Hall. As a Soul Douluo, his body is strong, but his lifespan is limited, and worst of all—his Martial Soul is missing. As he struggles to make sense of his situation, he uncovers a crucial truth: the emptiness in his soul isn't permanent. He can fill it by devouring another person's Martial Soul. Once he does, he will be able to cultivate like any other soul master. With Tang San’s rise on the horizon and Spirit Hall embroiled in power struggles, time is running out. Salas must act quickly—choosing his prey wisely, regaining his strength, and ensuring his survival in a world where only the strong thrive. The path forward is clear: find the right Martial Soul to devour, reclaim his future, and seize his chance at godhood before it’s too late. _______________________________

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Kade once the face of rebellion is sentenced to the Empire’s newest creation: The Hundred Cycles. A virtual prison. One hundred days. Each lasting four years inside. Agony. Death. Rebirth. Again. And again. The world watches. The Empire applauds. Ashar disappears. When he’s finally released, they expect a husk. But something else comes out.

After a lifetime confined to a hospital bed, a terminally ill teenager's journey ends, only to begin anew. Offered a second chance by a celestial being, they awaken in Fallout, equipped with standered mechanitor abilities and finally having the chance to truly live.

> “You changed your name, your face, and even your soul... but you can’t run from blood,” Lucian whispered, pressing the barrel of his gun to her chest. “You’re still a Valente.” Sera met his gaze, unflinching. “And you’re still a monster. Let’s dance, devil.” ---- Sera Valente, daughter of a fallen mafia boss, has lived in hiding for the past ten years after witnessing her family’s massacre by a rival syndicate. She’s been living a quiet life under a new name, attending university, and pretending the past never happened. But when her uncle is found dead in a suspicious car explosion, Sera is pulled back into the world she tried so hard to escape. Enter Lucian Moretti, the cold and ruthless heir to the powerful Moretti Mafia family—one of the key players suspected in her family's downfall. But Lucian has secrets of his own. He knows things about Sera’s past that could shatter everything she believes about the night her family died. When Sera is forced into a marriage alliance with Lucian to prevent a mafia war, sparks fly—both deadly and seductive. She plans to kill him after getting close enough. He plans to control her... but neither is prepared for the dangerous attraction growing between them, or the truth that will unravel everything. As alliances shift, betrayals multiply, and blood debts come due, Sera must decide: can she destroy the man who might have saved her life—or fall for the one person she was raised to hate? --------

I remember the way he looked at me, his eyes weaving a tapestry of promises. I trusted him with my whole heart, unaware that those threads would soon unravel, leaving me shattered.

She is just seventeen. Just a teen but is suffering too much to hide. She lives in a facade making everyone around her believe she is living like a beautiful flower. She thinks she can hide her real self behind her cold mask. Thinks she can hide her tears behind those closed bathroom doors. Thinks she can always fake her pain with that heart-filled laugh and sweet smile of hers. Thinks she can hide her scars behind those clothes. She thinks she can hide her sufferings behind that perfect happy perception everyone has made of hers. But she is now tired.