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"Kitni baar kahu ki mere liye wait mat karo. Kha liya karo" Haseena smiled as she sees a mild caring nature of her wife. "Aur mein apse kitni baar kahu ki main humesha apka intezar karungi" The word 𝒉𝒖𝒎𝒆𝒔𝒉𝒂 stung Karishma. ✯✯✯ She loved in silence, in patience, in ways I never noticed... until I could no longer ignore it. - Karishma She never left, never demanded, never asked-just present. Just loved without even knowing it. - Haseena It was always there, but hidden. It was just unsaid but obvious. Frozen Heart x Constant Soul Ft Karishma Singh and Haseena Mallik

\ 𝙎𝙡𝙤𝙬 𝙐𝙥𝙙𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙨 \ { ♛•~𝙔𝙄𝙉𝙒𝘼𝙍 𝙁𝘼𝙉𝙁𝙄𝘾𝙏𝙄𝙊𝙉~•♛ } 𝘼 𝙎𝙬𝙞𝙣𝙙𝙡𝙚𝙧 𝙬𝙝𝙤 𝙣𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙜𝙤𝙩 𝙘𝙖𝙪𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙖𝙛𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙛𝙤𝙤𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙪𝙣𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙩𝙖𝙗𝙡𝙚 𝙥𝙚𝙤𝙥𝙡𝙚 𝙪𝙣𝙩𝙞𝙡..... _________________________________________ | 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 •➤ 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐘 𝐈𝐒 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝟏𝟖+ 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐒 𝐒𝐄𝐗𝐔𝐀𝐋 𝐀𝐒𝐒𝐀𝐔𝐋𝐓 , 𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐒𝐒𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓 , 𝐑*𝐀𝐏𝐄 , 𝐓𝐎𝐗𝐈𝐂𝐈𝐓𝐘 , 𝐁𝐃𝐒𝐌 , 𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐃 - 𝐂𝐎𝐑𝐄 , 𝐍𝐎𝐍 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐓 , 𝐋𝐄𝐖𝐃𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐒 , 𝐑𝐔𝐃𝐄𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐒 , 𝐁𝐀𝐃 𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐔𝐀𝐆𝐄 , 𝐕𝐈𝐎𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 , 𝐂𝐑𝐈𝐌𝐄 , 𝐀𝐁𝐔𝐒𝐄 , 𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐃 𝐀𝐁𝐔𝐒𝐄 , 𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐃 , 𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐆𝐄𝐑 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐓𝐎𝐗𝐈𝐂 𝐕𝐈𝐎𝐋𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 | ( 𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐄 𝐃𝐎 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃 𝐈𝐅 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑'𝐄 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐀𝐁𝐋𝐄 ‼️) _________________________________________ 𝘍𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘤𝘦𝘯𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘰 𝘮𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘰𝘧 𝘙𝘢𝘱𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘦𝘹𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘦 𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘢𝘶𝘭𝘵, 𝘐𝘵 𝘪𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘳𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘤𝘪𝘻𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘸𝘢𝘺 _________________________________________

She probably thinks I'm going to fuck her. Instead, I go to my closet and take out a pair of sweatpants and a shirt that's small for me, and a medicine cream I often use for my own bruises. I place the clothes on the bed, then start to apply the cream on her arms. She flinches as I grab her arm. "I don't hit women." I say coldly. Although I was part of the mob, I did have some principles. She looks surprised at my words, probably not believing me given my reputation. She still winces as the cool cream meets her skin. I move on to her bare waist, carefully rubbing the cream on the bruises. My fingers brush over her back, moving her long dark hair to one side of her shoulder. I feel a pang as she whimpers when the cool gel meets the marks. I rub the cream into the bruises as gently as I can, trying to ignore her whines. I finally finish and close the bottle. Then, I sit on the bed, boring my eyes on her face. "Who did this to you?" I try to ask calmly, even though I'm furious inside. How dare somebody break what was mine? Her eyes dart back and forth again, and she swallows nervously. "I'm not going to ask you again. How did you get these marks?" I ask in a harsher tone this time. She gulps, then pushes some of her hair behind her ears. hi guys this is my first story im publishing on wattpad! I have been writing for a while but I've decided to start publishing since I am going through a bad year and a hard time and I'm hoping this will be a good hobby for me! pls like and comment and vote and I am open to suggestions :)

madara Uchiha, a man of power, fame, fortune, in a loveless marriage, seeking dominance, a pet to own. Seraphina, a crystalized kistune fox, a singer, Wishing for more.

𝓝𝓸𝓫𝓸𝓭𝔂 𝓭𝓪𝓻𝓮𝓼 𝓷𝓸𝓽 𝓰𝓲𝓿𝓮 𝓱𝓲𝓶 𝔀𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝓱𝓮 𝔀𝓪𝓷𝓽𝓼 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝔀𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝓱𝓮 𝔀𝓪𝓷𝓽𝓼 𝓲𝓼 𝓱𝓲𝓶...

Sexual content 18+ or MATURE audiences "You want to know who I am?" he punched his hips harshly against her. "I" slam "am" slam "your" slam "madness." He bit the side of her neck, wild in his passion. "I'm in your head, in your blood, in your very veins. I've claimed you before anything else ever could. Your body, your heart, your mind, your fucking soul, it's all mine. Your hunger is mine to feed, your madness is mine to tame. Do you feel that?" Eva Marchesi - the star stripper of an exclusive high-end nightclub in New York; a woman who moves under neon lights while a hundred secrets from the city's most powerful men lie hidden behind her eyes. And no one knows that those very secrets will one night lead her straight into the gaze of a man... who is none other than Cassian. Cassian Moretti - an Italian-American crime king; a man whose presence can silence an entire room with a single step. He was raised in the heart of Naples, where power was written in blood and loyalty was a sacred oath. When he finally came to America, he had only one goal: to build an empire of his own - one built on fear, precision, and deals that never leave room for regret. People whisper his name like a warning... because once Cassian sets his eyes on something - or someone - escape becomes impossible. All Rights Reserved

Yan Jiayi was on her way to take the college entrance exam-the biggest turning point of her life. As a lifelong top student, she had every chance to be among the best in the province, if not the country. She never doubted herself, and neither did her parents or teachers. But fate played a cruel joke. A sudden accident left her in a coma. From the edge of life, she watched her parents weep by her bedside, their eyes nearly dry from endless crying. It was then that a strange voice spoke to her-the self-proclaimed Master of the System Universe. He offered her a deal: take on missions across different worlds in exchange for a second chance at life. Yan Jiayi, thinking it was just another "study project," accepted. She didn't expect to be dropped into a blood-soaked battlefield. A man stood in front of her, cloaked in red, his sword dripping with fresh blood. The system chimed in, labeling him: "Target." But why did he have a blackening value of over 90?

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Seven men. Seven desires. Seven pleasures you never imagined. When the night falls and inhibitions fade, you become the center of their world - worshiped, adored, and utterly consumed by seven men who crave every inch of you. Each chapter unfolds a new fantasy, from soft intimacy to raw, primal passion, giving you a taste of every side of love and lust. This book is a collection of long, detailed BTS smut oneshots, where every encounter is different but equally overwhelming. No rules. No limits. Just you... and the seven who will never let you go.

They were crushed to serve, protect, and aid people with the powers that were burned deep within their DNA. But some fires refuse to be extinguished. Two-Sixty-Eight is one of many male Artificial Humans - experiments grown in secret underneath the towering LGA Hospital. An ironic disguise. Though they are born with the bodies of teenagers, inside they are still children - innocent minds wrapped in weapons of flesh. But innocence is a liability and their creators waste no time crushing it. From the moment they open their eyes, the torment begins. Merciless training. Punishment disguised as progress. Commands barked by Suited and Armed men who demand perfection. Obey or bleed. There was no other option. But one man dares to care. Two-Sixty's caretaker, Joseph Collins, goes against protocol and whispers forbidden truths - trying to keep the human part of him alive. On the other side of the laboratory, the female AHs are spared no more mercy. Designed not for combat, but for something colder. Surrogacy. But behind locked doors, a flicker of resistance grows within Two-Sixty's heart. He gathers a handful of trusted AHs and begins to question, to hope, to dream of The Outside - a forbidden place, that if uttered, could result in Capital Punishment. And no one ever came back from that. They've endured the crushing long enough. It's foolish to yank a dog's ear too many times. Eventually, they will draw blood. Backed into a corner, the AHs bet everything on a dream never tasted: escape. But will they succeed or will the price of freedom be paid in blood? It only takes a spark to start a fire. And this spark is about to ignite hell.

The world of The Night's Game is not ordinary. It is a world where nights stretch longer than they should, where silence weighs heavier than words, and where a single move on a chessboard can shift more than the game itself. Here, Selene reigns. A woman cloaked in shadows, flawless in her control, her presence is its own kingdom. Every glance is deliberate, every word sharpened, every silence a trap. She does not allow anyone close enough to see what lies beneath or if there is anything beneath at all. And then comes Orion. He does not fight to conquer her world, but to survive inside it. He refuses to fall behind, answering her piece for piece, silence for silence. With every move he makes, he is drawn deeper into her rhythm, into a place where vulnerability feels like strategy and truth feels like a lie. It is not just a game. It is a universe of power and secrecy, a place where night itself has rules, and where the question is not who will win, but how long the game can last.

For love, everyone has their own perspective. For some, love means letting go and admiring from afar. For others, it's devotion. And for a few... love is obsession. But what happens when devotion and obsession collide-when love becomes both strength and a shackle? A love that lets him fly, yet holds him by a thread. A love that controls, dominates... and yet worships. What happens when submission answers power? A love as pure as sin wrapped in silk ‐--‐-----‐------------------------------‐---------------------------------------------‐--- Top :- Kim Taehyung bottom :- Jeon Jungkook 💜💜💜

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"Be your own kind of beautiful," And be the diva 💅 ◇×-Tropes -×◇ Age gap Enemies to lovers Childhood crush Ceo x ceo Mafialeader x secret mafia queen Arrogant x Arrogant Her with anger issues x him touch her or die

"I want to stay out of Hell. I will do anything." To stay out of Hell, you have to stay away from hunters, monsters, demons, and angels. Essentially, you can only associate with normal humans, and Xal had gotten very, very good at that over the last six thousand years. Yet somehow, despite his lack of participation in the supernatural world, the Winchesters found him. They found him, and now he has to keep them both alive, or he gets a one-way ticket Downstairs, and that's about as far from an easy job as you can get. He's done everything they asked. He trusted them-like an idiot-but even when he came to after the fact, he didn't dare go against them. He put his head down and forced one foot in front of the other. Obedience to the best of his ability, right up to the line in the sand where compliance becomes dangerous. He has to walk that line-sometimes, he has to dance on it-but it's not like he has a choice. He belongs to Sam and Dean Winchester. What else can he do?

wlw story Maddie mae is entering her final year as a college student who has a hard home life and the only real friend she had moved abroad a year ago. Maddie is a shy girl who tries to be a wall flower. Although she is shy, she has a fire in her that she can not always control. She has beauty and a warm heart that turns heads. One of those heads was her stone faced lecturer Olivia stein. Hardened by past betrayals and over bearing parents, will this ice queens heart be melted by Maddies charm and beauty. Maddie 20 years old Olivia 32 years old Erin 20 years old Meridith 33 years old Tom 22 years old

Ava Hayes has always been the good girl in her small town-the one who never breaks the rules, never takes chances, and never lets anyone close. But one reckless night changes everything. Dragged out by her friends, Ava lets herself taste freedom for the first time-and ends up in the arms of Gannon Romano, the dangerous and magnetic son of one of the most powerful mafia families in the city. Their one-night stand was supposed to be a mistake she could forget. Instead, it becomes the night that shatters her world. Before the evening is over, Ava witnesses something she should never have seen-a brutal exchange between rival mafia families. Now she's marked, a liability that should be silenced. But Gannon won't let that happen. Hardened by his family's legacy, ruthless in every way, Gannon shocks everyone-including himself-when he claims Ava as his to protect. Only protection with Gannon comes with rules. He's a man of control, both in his world of crime and in the bedroom, and he demands her trust, her surrender, her submission. Ava doesn't know if she can survive his dangerous world-or the way he awakens something dark and undeniable inside her. When Ava discovers she's carrying his child, the stakes rise higher than ever. Between mafia wars, secrets that refuse to stay buried, and the pull of a man who terrifies and consumes her, Ava must decide: will she run from the darkness... or learn to live in it? Love was never part of the plan. Survival was. But sometimes, the two are impossible to untangle.

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A lost and mentally disturbed girl tries to heal from abuse and find herself with a psychologist, bad decisions and her mothers wrong teachings on religion " Dear God..." I pause repeating the phrase for the upteenth time. I felt totally stupid sitting here staring at the serenity of the lake and talking aloud to God. Seriously it would be so much easier if there was a hologram of the guy appearing whenever we wanted to speak with ( more like speak to ) him. I glanced down at the check list Daddy gave to me, all checked but one; _Talk to Him_ The words taunted me and as the temperamental fuck I am I seethed, " Oh I'll talk to him alright, Dear God, I really hope you're listening, I've had a lot of questions to ask you like for one why the fuck did you make me like this-I would say broken but Daddy doesn't like me referring to myself like that-why am I so different if you made us all in your single image, why did I get Cecile as a mother when people like Gladys exist,why are some born poor and others born rich,why are some people black and some white, why is there pain, why is there sadness, why is there death and loss, why is it that good things and people never last, why do people behave the way they do, you said we were created in your own image so why do we kill each other for money, why is greed in our nature, why isn't your love unconditional, infact, at this point,I'm convinced daddy loves me more than you do, he doesn't care if I've stolen, tricked or murdered, but you're ready to make me rot in hell for a little white lie, they say your love is pure but I think it's borderline obsessive seeing as you're ready to kill me eternally if I love any other God. Why didn't you bring my father back when I prayed and cried to you at your alter to bring him back but I guess you didn't think I deserved him. Why can't we see or at least hear you speak in your own voice, why do you make it so hard to believe in you (incomplete) I mean no disrespect.