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If you love contract marriage stories… then READ MINE! (But warning: this is not your typical contract marriage tale — especially after the first few chapters ) Tara: “Why did you marry me, Mr. Suryavanshi?” Vikram: “To watch you suffer.” Tara: “Wait right there, Mr. Suryavanshi. Let me show you what real suffering is.” And from that day onward… Vikram didn’t just lose his ego. He lost his peace, his sanity — and maybe his spine too. Yes, they hurt each other. Yes, they love each other. Yes, Tara might've emotionally bulldozed him... but hey — there’s also fire, tension, crazy chemistry, and buckets of laughter (because where Tara goes, comedy follows). So go read my story "The Coldest Wedding Night" …and if it made you laugh, cry, or scream into your pillow — What happens when two strong-headed.who can't even stand each other's existence—are suddenly bound by the most sacred yet coldest bond of all… marriage? Welcome to the world of Tara Bansal, a smart, spirited, and emotionally rich girl with a sarcastic tongue and a heart that often hides behind her sass. And meet Vikram Suryavanshi, the cold, controlled, and commanding CEO who doesn’t just walk into a room—he owns it. Their wedding night wasn’t a dream—it was a disaster. No candlelight, no love, just icy silence, shared glances of irritation, and a mental checklist of regrets. They didn’t choose each other. Destiny—or rather, family drama, power games, and past secrets—chose for them. But what starts as a deal, slowly begins to crack open. --- Inside the Suryavanshi mansion, drama simmers behind every closed door. Tara, the new bride, tries to adjust between fake smiles and real heartbreaks. She isn’t here to impress anyone—not Vikram, not his Dadi, and definitely not the high-class whispers of society. Yet somehow, her natural warmth begins to thaw frozen hearts, even the one Vikram claims he doesn’t have. Vikram, despite being sharp and stone-hearted, finds his carefully curated world disturbed by Tara’s unexpected presence. Her words trigger him. Her silence haunts him. And her vulnerability—though she hides it fiercely—touches him in places he didn’t know existed anymore. Their chemistry is chaotic. They fight. They taunt. They draw pillow walls in bed. And yet… they wake up hugging each other without even knowing how it happened. --- But this isn’t just about a cold marriage turning warm. It’s about: Unspoken traumas Unintentional care Growing attachment masked as hatred The fear of love and the fear of losing it When Tara laughs with kids, Vikram watches. When Tara gets close to Prithvi—Vikram’s rival—Vikram burns with jealousy he can’t explain. And when almost-kisses turn into real confusions… the heartbeats grow louder. But just when things begin to shift—when stolen glances almost become confessions—life throws a twist. Prithvi’s growing closeness. Vikram’s bottled-up pain. And Tara’s unknown storm that still hasn’t hit the story yet… The journey from hate to hesitation, from awkward eye contact to sleepless tangled nights—is slow, spicy, and stunningly emotional. --- This isn’t a love story. It’s a battle of egos that falls into something dangerously close to love. It’s The Coldest Wedding Night— Where hearts collide. Secrets hide. And love… doesn’t knock. It breaks the damn door.

When you've travelled far and wide with Death herself. Would you consider her your friend? The mark on your hand means something to you. The black x with a line running clean through it runs from the back of your hand to your wrist. Will she respond like she said he would or will she leave you to die. Well then, it's a good thing she owes you a favor then isn't it.

My name is Toshiaki Honda, a game developer behind some of the most popular RPGs out there. Life was already great—until one day, I found myself transported to a world full of magic and fantasy! Is it dangerous? Is it tragic? No—this is the best thing that’s ever happened to me!

It all started when Bella's friend, Shena disappeared suddenly after her sex tape with her boyfriend was all over campus. Helped Gerald, Bella tried to find her best friend. However, evidence has been found that Bella is becoming less and less familiar with Shena. ___ “I don't want to deal with that crazy girl. If you came to ask about it, then you're in the wrong person. Please go.” He said. The old man didn’t seem to like Shena very much. "Go! No matter who it is when I have to deal with that bitch, I hate it," said the woman who standing in front of Gerald. She seems to have considerable anger against Shena.

Rumors been spreading all over the 5 Kingdom, Dystopia, Dysmetria, Dyspraxia, Dysplasia, Dysphoria about a vampire living in the human world, that's why a guardian is sent to punish the vampire's wrong doing, but things is not always what you'll expect it to be. Dane met a stranger... And she doesn't expected that her life will change after crossing path with a stranger.

The world will be a sad, sad place without a bit of humor in it, a dreary place without a bit of thriller and action. And even worse than this, absolutely unexciting without gods to tease, demons to taunt and monsters to tame. From a long line of strange, from a clan unwilling to conform with the generic rules of the world, sprouts a seedling of beautiful chaos with a knack for pranks, taunts and bone to never let go of a grudge. To all lay a path, to a fated destiny, and of all the myriad paths to choose from, he chose to become the Lord of Jesters, to bring about a happy ruin, to put a smile on the faces of those he holds dear and the opposite on the face of those who dare go against him. The world is not ready for him, yet they must deal with him best they can, beware the path of the CLOWN.

This event happened on Mars, a red desert planet, in 5067, 50th centuries later, humanity has finally conquered Mars, exploiting a newly found energy resource, a new type of energy base mineral, this led to the rapid development of the race and new finding... That's what the records mentioned, but was that true, the crimes and genocide truth hidden from all, the dark history. what about Earth? The boy made out of his predecessor walks towards his own Doom in search of the truth, accompanied by his classmates, he shall end the journey alone. "We are are clones made by them, we failed are purpose, so we shouldn't be living"

When the person you hate becomes your lover, Will you be accepted or shall you escape into your fantasy world?

Sophie Wexler transmigrated into a novel about The Galaxy, becoming the vicious, F-rank Healer-class cannon fodder. The original owner constantly caused trouble and made things difficult for the female lead, earning her the hatred of the entire internet. Upon transmigrating and seeing that everything had been ruined by the original owner, Sophie's only thought was: "What kind of nightmare start is this?!" To escape the original owner's fate, Sophie Wexler worked diligently, conducted herself conscientiously, stayed away from the male and female leads, compensated the soldiers harmed by the original owner, and strove to be a model citizen of The Galaxy, absolutely refusing to be the cannon fodder 'offed' by the Imperial Marshal! Broke and powerless, Sophie also had to support a man who'd been innocently dragged into the original owner's mess. She had no choice but to hustle. She started live streaming, became a masked singer, and held concerts. At first, netizens were scornful: 【Tsk, how good can she possibly sound?】 Later, the netizens were forced to eat their words. 【Damn, that's so good I'm on my knees!】 【What the hell, the violent episode of my Disorder Period has actually been soothed?!】 【The toxins in my Spiritual Sea have actually been eliminated!】 Her live streams went viral, the masked singer became a huge sensation, and tickets for her concerts were snapped up across The Galaxy. Sophie was content, thinking, "This time, I must have finally escaped the original owner's fate, right?" But what do you know, the man I've been doting on and supporting is actually the Imperial Marshal?! --- One day, Yancey Forrest came home to find that the boisterous person who was always claiming to be good to him was gone. His eyes darkened. Provoke me and then think you can leave? After catching her, Yancey traced his fingertips along Sophie's neck, smiling gently. "Why run?" Sophie trembled. "You... you're the Imperial Marshal?" His identity exposed, Yancey Forrest took her hand and slowly placed it on his own neck ring. "You know I won't kill you, don't you?"

In her past life, Su Yaoguang bought Xiao Yanci, supported his education, and helped him rise to great heights. She became his wife. Everyone praised him for never abandoning the farm girl who funded his rise. Su Yaoguang also believed she had found a good man. Unexpectedly, when she was seriously ill, she saw Xiao Yanci bring his first love and a child who resembled them both to her bedside. "Dad, mom, when will this person die?" the child asked, holding Xiao Yanci's hand. Xiao Yanci responded, "Soon, just wait a bit longer." That was the moment she realized: she had wasted her entire life on the wrong man. Returning to the age of fifteen, Su Yaoguang pointed at the bloody young boy: "I want him." In her past life, no matter what she gave Xiao Yanci, she only received a cold expression. This time, the young boy, like a wolf cub, dropped his guard; everything Sister gifted was the best. Sweet as milk. Devoted beyond reason. He melted her completely. Until one day, the young boy took a high position. Not wanting history to repeat itself, Su Yaoguang packed her things and slipped away at night, only to run into a man as noble and unattainable as a deity. "I've heard you call us siblings everywhere. Good sister, shouldn't we change what we call each other?"