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Vivien never thought her favorite mafia novel would become her prison-until she woke up inside it, trapped as the villainess fiancée who was supposed to die. She wasn't the heroine. She was the cruel woman who tormented Alina, the girl sold to Dante Moretti. A woman hated by everyone... and killed by the man she was promised to. But Vivien remembers every page. Every betrayal. Every heartbeat before her death. Determined to rewrite her fate, she avoids Dante and Alina, hoping to stay invisible. Only Dante doesn't look away. His icy gaze follows her like a predator's hunt. The cold, ruthless mafia king becomes dangerously obsessed-with Vivien She was never meant to be loved. Now she's his only desire. And in his world, obsession never lets go. At this point she wasn't running from the plot But his obsession.. ⚠️I claim this book is mine. If u didn't liked the storyline then please don't read. Don't be rude. Thank you⚠️

New jayfer story. I don't copy anyone's story. enjoy.. dark romance, mafia vibes , Secret love , obsession. no more spoilers.!!!...

Heyy!!! my self Dhruvi aka your Unknowngurl14 🖤 i don't copy stories. so this story is for jayfer fans!! if you're not a jayfer fan u can quit here only. this is when keifer & jay at island. this story will barely have 4-5 chapters. and every chp will have dark romance. Take your Snacks and be seated.

"Don't touch me... please, don't!" Dua screamed, trembling. "Shh... it's me... it's me... Baacha," Reyansh's voice was calm, steady, wrapping around her like a lifeline. Tears streamed down her face. "He... he will... he'll hurt me too... he bought me and my sister..." she sobbed, clinging to him in desperation. "Shh... I'm so sorry for your loss. No one will hurt you... not ever," Reyansh whispered, holding her close. Her body went limp, collapsing into his arms. "Baacha... open your eyes... talk to me..." he pleaded, heart aching. But she remained silent... unresponsive... leaving him holding her fragile form, the weight of her pain crushing his soul. ✨© Kaashi WRTS | 20 September 2025 | All Rights Reserved✨ ✓ Mafia × Innocent ✓ Talkative Female × Quiet/Listening Male ✓ Professor × Hacker ✓ Billionaire × Middle Class ✓ Sweet × Grumpy ✓ Possessive × Caring ✓ Protector × Vulnerable ✓ Silent Hero × Emotional Heroine ✓ Secret Identity × Curious Heroine ✓ Revenge × Redemption ✓ Dark Past × Healing Love 2025-9-20 started (⁠人⁠*⁠'K｀⁠)⁠｡⁠*ﾟ⁠+

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Regulus Black was a tragic footnote in the original tale - the Black family's "good son," and one of Voldemort's earliest victims. But in 1961, he opens his eyes again... and something inside him is different. With the iron shackles of a pure blood house around his neck, Voldemort's shadow rising across Britain, and a future that ends in death already written for him, Regulus does the one thing no one expects: He looks up at the stars. Magic is power that bends reality. So why do wizards waste it on petty power struggles? Why has a thousand year old magical civilization never once tried to leave Earth? If Muggles can reach for the heavens with steel and fire... what excuse do wizards have? Lily: "He's a different kind of Slytherin." Snape: "No. He's a standard Slytherin - and a dangerous one." Malfoy: "So... there's more than one choice." Sirius: "My brother's a pure blood fanatic!" Voldemort: "That Black... his talent is captivating. He will be made useful." Dumbledore: "Some dreams are greater than war - and far more fragile. Should I stop him... or help him?" Grindelwald: "Black... perhaps you're right. But it won't be easy." Regulus offers only one answer: "My journey is to the stars. I want no obstacles in my path."

in which a taylor madison grey is the reason behind michael joseph jackson's bright life

Blood on his hands. Soil under hers. A broken ring between them. Serenity Claveria used to sign death orders in diamonds, her wedding band flashing under chandelier light while she turned her husband's crumbling syndicate into an empire. Now that same ring lies split in two, buried beneath the Claveria garden she fled to where she spends her mornings with dirt under her nails instead of gunpowder, pretending the ghosts in her chest are just echo. At the gates, her past keeps knocking. Dario Valente arrives day after day with gifts that burn brighter than his apologies watches, cars, silk, all fed to the fire by Eli, the bodyguard who would rather die than let his former boss back into her orbit. Smoke curls into the sky like incense over a grave, and Dario watches the life he threw away turn his offerings to ash without blinking. In the treeline, another man waits. Salvatore Montenegro, once the bastard she insulted in this very garden, now a king in his own right, kneels in her soil like it's an altar. He plants the flowers she loves, reroutes wars away from her borders, and says nothing when her voice still shakes on her ex-husband's name. His devotion doesn't come with chains, only patience sharp enough to cut. The underworld thinks Serenity lost everything in that divorce. They don't see the moment her gaze shifts away from the man who broke her ring, and toward the one who's ready to guard the hand that wore it.

#5th series of Thakur Agastya Thakur A well-known name in politics, Agastya Thakur rose to power at an age when most were still finding their footing. He was a man of few words because for him, actions always spoke louder than speeches. Calm, composed, and unreadable, his silence often carried more weight than others' loudest promises. Despite the authority he commanded, Agastya remained deeply rooted in his values. His greatest strength was his family. He held immense respect for his Baba and Ma, not just loving them, but truly adoring them walking in their footsteps, guided by their principles. Power never distanced him from where he came from; it only made his roots deeper. Chandani Chandani was an innocent soul born into a cruel world. Raised watching her mother and grandmother live in quiet obedience, she grew up believing that women were meant to follow men's words without question. That belief wasn't taught it was lived in front of her every single day. She belonged to a small village so forgotten that most people didn't even know it existed. Her world was limited to the walls of her home; stepping outside was never an option, only a dream. Freedom was a word she had heard, never felt. At the age of eighteen, her father decided it was time to marry her off. Her fate was sealed early, though destiny delayed it for reasons unknown. Chandani was finally married at twenty one but by then, she had already learned that silence was survival. ⚠️book will in hinglish format with translation will mature too

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Family Sickics and Oneshots

#𝟏 𝐢𝐧 𝐔𝐧𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐃𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐲 ✮⋆˙𝐀 𝐒𝐨𝐟𝐭 𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞˙⋆✮ He carried scars no one could see, but in her arms those wounds began to heal... Ekansh Roy Kapoor, who lost his smile, his light, and his will to feel. Raised by his loving grandparents, yet haunted by a past he couldn't escape, he grew up to be cold, distant, and emotionally locked away... Enter Aarohi Singhania, a whirlwind of laughter, color, and chaos. A girl with sunshine in her soul, who crashes into his life with chaos, fiery arguments, and a heart that refuses to give up on him. Two hearts. One guarded by pain. One blooming with hope. Will she be the light that brings him back from the darkness... or just another goodbye he's too scared to say? ───⋆˙𖹭˙⋆─── "Aadat na ban jaaun tumhari." "Sirf aadat kyu? Tum toh meri khwahish bhi ban chuki ho." ───⋆˙𖹭˙⋆─── ✮𝐄𝐊𝐀𝐍𝐒𝐇 𝐑𝐎𝐘 𝐊𝐀𝐏𝐎𝐎𝐑 A heart once full of dreams, now wrapped in silence, too scared to hope again. ✮𝐀𝐀𝐑𝐎𝐇𝐈 𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐀 She carried a heart full of sunshine, determined to heal the boy, who forgot how to feel.

"It was simply just a season." "Not for me."

"I can't believe you, again!" I shout the moment I enter our room, my voice trembling more from hurt than rage. "You always do what you want, never thinking about anyone else." He stands there, rigid. "I'm not answerable for every breath I take!" he bites back. The words hit harder than they should. For a moment, I can't even speak. "You are my husband," I finally say, my voice low, dangerous. "And if being with me feels like a burden, you should've said it long ago." His eyes darken. In two strides, he is in front of me, so close I can feel the heat radiating off him. He grips my chin between his fingers, forcing me to meet his gaze. "You think I stayed because it was easy?You think I fought every damn battle for myself?" he asks, his voice rough. "I stayed," he continues, softer now, each word striking straight into my chest, "because every day without you... feels like breathing without air." The room spins. I blink, unsure if I hear him right, the anger draining out of me in one dizzying rush. He leans closer, his forehead brushing mine. "You're not my burden, jaan. You're the reason I even bother fighting." For the first time that night, I have no words left, only the way my heart betrays me, beating far too fast against my ribs. 𝐓𝐫𝐨𝐩𝐞 : •Brothersbestfriend •She fell first but he fell harder •Mature × clumsy •Replaced bride •CEO × MBBS

Dior cooper, isang lalaking walang kinagisnang magulang. hindi nakilala ni Dior ang kanyang ama dahil nabuntis lamang ang kanyang ina sa pagka dalaga,pero sa kasamaang palad binawian ito ng buhay habang ipinapanganak siya kaya tanging lolo lamang niya ang nagpalaki sa kanya! swerte nalang dahil billionaryo ang kanyang lolo at kilalang negosyante pero ano nga ba ang gagawin ni Dior kung ang nag iisang tao sa buhay niya ay mawawala pa dahil sa isang aksidente? buhay ang binawi buhay ang kapalit pero magkaroon kaya si Dior ng konsensya sa pagpapahirap nya sa inosenteng babae? *** HASSET DOMINGO, isang simpleng tao at may payak na buhay, hindi mayaman pero may kumpletong pamilya. driver sa isang kumpanya ang kanyang ama pero sa hindi inaasahang pag kakataon habang nag mamaneho ang kanyang tatay ay nawalan ng preno ang minamaneho nitong truck at bumangga sa isang mamahaling sasakyan at dahilan para mamatay ang mga sakay nito habang buhay na pagkakakulong ang kapalit hindi kaya ni hasset tiisin ang ama na mabulok sa kulungan kaya naglumuhod ito sa apo ng namatay na bilyonaryo pumayag ang bilyonaryong lalaki kapalit ng buhay niya mawawalan siya ng kalayaan magsisilbi habang buhay sa bilyonaryo kapalit ng kalayaan ng kanyang ama pero hindi inakala ni hasset na magiging sex slave siya nito! may katapusan kaya ang hirap na dadanasin niya sa mga kamay ni Dior? *** AUTHOR IM NOT A PROFESSIONAL WRITER, BUT I'LL TRY MY BEST PARA MAGING MAGANDA YUNG STORY IF EVER MAY MALI SA PAGSULAT KO AY IGNORE NYO NALANG PO😁✌️ Ang lugar,pangyayari at pangalan ay isa lamang sa mga imagination ko. *if you want completed story May natapos po ako ARRANGE MARRIAGE PLEASE CHECK ON MY ACCOUNT🥰

Cassiopeia is a twenty-one year old, freshly graduated college student, trying to find her position in the world. When her parents inform her of an arranged marriage and no ultimatum but to get married and take over the family business she's pressed into a corner, crowded by Lamelo Ball, her husband-to-be and famous NBA player with tendencies to step out on women. Facing many conflicts, the two struggle to push their differences aside. Will they flourish or will they wilt away in a dry marriage? STARTED: March 1st, 2022 FINISHED:

COVER BY ME just ended my first story - felt freedom for once just to walk back into the cage 💔 God I need to get out more 😞☹️

In a certain period novel, there is such a supporting female character: she first becomes attracted to the male lead because of his looks and forces her way into marrying him. Later, after the male lead injures both his legs, she wants to escape the marriage, but her father compels her to go through with it; afterward, she elopes with a pretty boy, successfully triggering the male lead's darkening (villainization) value. When Su Jiaojiao transmigrates into her role, faced with her father's grim expression, she abruptly changes her words: "I'll marry-how could I be unwilling to marry!" The next second, a voice rings out in her mind... --- Married a Disabled Bigshot in the 1970s (七十年代嫁给残疾大佬) by home Dubu Tianxia (home毒步天下)

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