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Kian's heart raced as he beheld the girl's beauty, her delicate features stirring something profound within him. Her small nose scrunched in her sleep, and her soft lips moved ever so slightly, painting the picture of an ethereal being. Was she an angel in disguise? With great care, he removed her jacket, ensuring his gaze remained respectful, and draped his hoodie over her. He also changed into a fresh T-shirt, all the while marveling at her innocent allure. "You're so precious and adorable, my little bambina," he whispered to her sleeping form, a smile gracing his lips. Noticing the bruise on her cheek, a fingerprint marring her skin, rage simmered within him. Whoever had harmed her would pay dearly. Yet, as he gazed at her, a deep connection took root, a vision of a shared future unfolding before him. When her beautiful blue eyes opened and met his, he felt an undeniable bond, a love at first sight that promised so much more. He longed to pursue her, to understand the pain behind those eyes and witness the beauty of her smile. He imagined it would be the most divine sight he'd ever behold. Her voice, a mere whisper, broke the silence. "W-who a-are you? W-where are y-you t-taking me?" It was the sound of heaven to Kian's ears. AUTHOR'S NOTE: Completed on Wattpad, if you want to read more, you can search my username on Wattpad, @Mary_Joye. i love y'all!

Love doesn't live in the arms of the man who bought you. That's what I told myself the night my mother sold me to clear my dead father's debts. Angelo Rossi is everything I was warned about. Capo of the Italian mafia, a man whose name makes grown men flinch. I was supposed to be his shield, a wife bought to quiet rumors of weakness after an attempt on his life. I wasn't supposed to notice the way he softens when he thinks no one's watching. I wasn't supposed to want him to. His brother notices too. And Roberto has never been good at wanting things quietly. Love built on a transaction is a fragile thing, and someone in Angelo's own house is determined to break it. Someone who has been circling us since the night I first walked through his doors. When the war finally comes for me, it doesn't just take my safety. It takes my memory, my sense of who I am, and the only proof that Angelo Rossi ever loved me at all. He built an empire on being feared. Now he has to learn how to be trusted, before the woman he bought becomes the one thing his crown, and his brother, can't buy back.

This is the story of the boy who would one day fall… so the world could stand. Before the kingdom burned, before the war shattered the skies—there was only a boy, a goddess, and a promise. Shiora has fractured into three realms: Light, Void, and Darkness. In the heart of this divided world, Nujah trains to become a Shinrei—a guardian of balance—while the monsters of light and shadow grow restless. With his adoptive mother Naraka, the Goddess of Light, and his loyal siblings by his side, Nujah will face sacred trials, forgotten gods, and ancient wars reborn. But can a soul touched by both shadow and flame truly protect what it loves—without becoming what it fears? >Follow nujahtgc on Instagram for visual content from the story.

This is the story of the boy who would one day fall… so the world could stand. Before the kingdom burned, before the war shattered the skies—there was only a boy, a goddess, and a promise. Shiora has fractured into three realms: Light, Void, and Darkness. In the heart of this divided world, Nujah trains to become a Shinrei—a guardian of balance—while the monsters of light and shadow grow restless. With his adoptive mother Naraka, the Goddess of Light, and his loyal siblings by his side, Nujah will face sacred trials, forgotten gods, and ancient wars reborn. But can a soul touched by both shadow and flame truly protect what it loves—without becoming what it fears? >Follow nujahtgc on Instagram for visual content from the story.

O mundo pertence aos humanos mas o que eles não sabem é que nas horas escuras da noite há um mercado de escravos que acontece no bosque. Ninguém sabe disso, exceto aqueles que são ricos e pagam uma taxa pela associação. À medida que o mercado de escravos vai de cidade em cidade, finalmente eles chegam ao seu destino onde chamam o comprador para informar que chegaram com algumas mercadorias intrigantes que ele pode se interessar. A escrava comprada do Mercado de Escravos no meio da noite foi levada para sua nova casa pelo seu primeiro Mestre. Ela se sente segura com ele, mas não se lembra de nada do seu passado e não sabe que segredos espreitam em sua mente. O Mestre que comprou um novo brinquedo pensou que ela era o que ele estava procurando. Ele esperava que ela durasse mais tempo que as outras, mas o que ele não esperava era que o passado voltasse para ele depois de cem anos sem ele. Com suas novas memórias, ele amolece, mas apenas por ela, pois ela agora é tudo para ele, ele não medirá esforços para protegê-la e ajudar um ao outro a se lembrarem do passado juntos. Excerto "Quem você pensa que é? Eu vou te expulsar desta área se você continuar vagando por aqui. Eu estava só tendo uma conversa com o meu futuro homem quando você me interrompeu." A garota apontou para Yuki culpando-a. "Querido, você ia pegar outra pessoa quando já tem a mim ao seu lado?" Yuki se virou e pressionou seu corpo contra o lado dele. Ela esfregou seu peito no lado dele para mostrar que ele era dela. "Você sabe que eu não posso te substituir, Liliana. Eu estava apenas dizendo a estas senhoritas que elas não poderiam ter a bolsa que eu encomendei especialmente para você." Ele moveu a mão para a bunda dela e apertou. As senhoritas ficaram embaraçadas por um momento. "Não, eu vou conseguir o que quero. Eu quero aquele homem e aquela bolsa!" A senhora gritou e seu rosto ficou vermelho como uma beterraba. Yuki virou a cabeça, "você não pode controlar os sentimentos de alguém. Você não pode se comparar comigo de maneira alguma, forma ou feitio." Yuki virou desdenhosamente a cabeça. "Ah é? ENTÃO EU TE DESAFIO PARA UM CONCURSO DE BELEZA!! Hoje há uma competição pela rainha da praia e se você ganhar eu vou te deixar em paz e me curvar para você, mas se eu ganhar eu quero essa bolsa e o seu homem!" A capa é um Produto encomendado e todos os direitos pertencem a mim e ao artista que o criou para mim.

Louise had always grown up with the mentality that only the prim got the finest things of life.She wasn't the type of girl to be seen in a cheap pub or an uncensored party.Lady Marie,her mother made sure to imprint her stamp on her daughter's life. All it took was a torn wedding dress,an old mustang and a green eyed asshole for her to realize life wasn't all about fancy tea parties and climbing up the social ladder.

Louise had always grown up with the mentality that only the prim got the finest things in life. She wasn't the type of girl to be seen in the pub or an uncensored party. Lady Marie, her mother made sure to imprint her stamp on her daughter's life. All it took was a torn wedding dress, a little mixture of identities and dear Louise witnessed the epic ride of her life. Secrets uncovered, bonds broken, lies and tales of deceit but most of all the unconditional love a stranger with a dark lurking past.

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*PLEASE NOTE: THIS NOVEL/STORY IS FOR THOSE WHO WANT DELVE DEEPER INTO THINGS IN DETAILS OF STORY TO FEEL IT COMPLETELY AND GAIN KNOWLEDGE TOO*. This is not a common werewolf story, where romance starts just like that. This is not a taking it straight to bed kind story either. This is a story where everything will be told in a new and detailed way so that readers would delve deeper into it and start living in the story. All the werewolf stories are from western part of the world but This is a fusion of the werewolf genre with Indian culture, ancient and modern one. This story will provide a fresh and new take on the common and old werewolf genre. This story will give a new kind of view and taste to the global readers. Set in modern-day Mumbai, Rosewood College is an elite institution known for its academic excellence and privileged student body. Its ivy-covered Gothic buildings and manicured lawns create an air of sophistication and mystery. Unbeknownst to most, the land the college occupies was once a sacred site for ancient civilizations, rumored to be imbued with mystical energies and supernatural occurrences.Amidst this prestigious setting lives Amavas, a 10,000-year-old werewolf who has seen the rise and fall of empires. Disguised as a humble canteen worker, he keeps his true identity hidden while navigating a world unaware of the ancient forces around them. His tranquil demeanor and rugged good looks draw curious glances, yet he remains an enigma to all.The Raheja family, epitomizing wealth and power, is deeply connected to this lore. Anya Raheja, the beautiful and haughty daughter of billionaire tycoon Vikram Raheja, initially dismisses Amavas, unaware of the ancient secrets tied to her family's legacy. Her growing fascination with him leads her to uncover dark truths that blur the lines between myth and reality.As powerful forces converge on Rosewood College, the collision of ancient secrets and modern ambitions sets the stage for a thrilling tale where every secret holds life-altering consequences.

Lohit had a simple life. It had no complications. He had a loving mother, a caring father and two best friends - was there anything more a kid of 11 could ask for? His simple life is thrown away into a turmoil one night when a so-called ancient cult attacks his home. What has his parents been hiding from him all his life. Read to find out.... A fresh story based in an imaginary land, relax it's still earth, just some cooked up places. I had this story with me for a long time and finally i am letting it out.....hope you guys like it!!