♤ Who is the bodyguard and of whose? Who is the boss and of whose!? ... Try to find out how taynew manage their lifestyles.. Genre : bxb { I will try to explain everything but still if u want to go for detail then go here - @pedu_6! }...♡…
Singto was an employee on krist office. While working with singto, krist slowly fell in love with him and forced him to marry him. On the other side new love's tay but tay don't want him for some reason but slowly his mind was changing. I know this is slight confusing but if u want to know more then read and find 🍂…
" U know right, nobody is allowed to love here!! Then how could u!? " " It just happened! " " It shouldn't had happened!! U r gone today. Who is it!? " He smiled and said " Captain! " *Almost fainted* " I thought u wanted a peice of cake but u wanted the whole cake!?! " Taynew. Genre : bxb ..♡…
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" Poison was given to him. Thankgod, he is here in time! " " I know that. Wait, that means he didn't die? " " U know..? R u also a doctor? " " No! I know because I'm the one to mix the poison in his drink! " SHOCK. GENRE : Boyxboy Simple : ENEMIES TO LOVER!Includes : - Age gap - Obsessed (First/Second) male lead ..♡…
"Anaaya! look at me!" He held my chin with his cold finger tips and I shivered at his touch. He pulled me to stand in front of him facing him, directly looking into his now dark green eyes. His gaze was heated and I knew he was angry. His hand was holding mine and the umbrella. It was cold but the grip was tight. Once again my knees were weak and my cheeks felt warmer but the cold breeze kept hitting me. "I'm sorry, okay?" He mumbled, his voice barely a whisper. His dark eyes kept burning into mine. His cold hand cupped my jaw. He gazed my jaw with his cold finger tips, and I unknowingly leaned into his touch again. His hand was cold but I could feel his warm breath from this close. I never believed time could stop until this moment when I have my eyes pierced into his standing dangerously close and not able to look away. He brushed his fingertips through the outline of my jaw and moved upwards to my cheekbone and then to my lips. and I closed my eyes at his touch whimpering."Anaaya" he said in a painful whisper and I could nearly feel his warm breath hitting the bridge of my nose even more and I could feel it with a hint of fruity smell. "Aryan" I whimpered.I felt his presence even much closer and I was weak in my senses. My mind almost blank, my heart racing and my nerves tingling. **************Anaaya is an awkward, Introvert Tomboy. Aryan is playful, hot and adventurous. Who was her bestfriend, but moved away a long time ago.After a few rough and traumatic events, Anaaya hates Aryan. And loses faith in friendship, relationships and love. When their paths cross again, She drives him crazy, he annoys her. But they can't stay way from eachother. Can they be falling for each other?And there's her hot crush.Love is never simple.Can it be more complicated?…
"She was a really...happy person. I knew her...for 4 years now...we studied...in the same school. Yes...she had some problems...after her mother....."Amara, a girl in her mid-20s was found dead one day. She was a surgical intern, a very cheerful person. People suspect that it was a murder. Jack Byrne is an investigator and an old friend of Amara who decides to give her justice. Will Amara get justice? Will Jack be successful?........!!COMPLETED!!…
This story is based on my fantasies and nothing. The work is pure fiction. The book is based on my favourite genre and all the work is done by me. If anyone is triggered by anything @ichbinprerana_25 is my Instagram profile, we can exchange words..and I really loved all the reviews and feedbacks...love you all beautiful and precious people 💗💗…
Witness the beautiful love story of Anurag and Prerna.…
A Short love tale with some twists, engulfed in the spirit of music as an art form to bind people together…
This story starts from the night of Elle getting stood up by Tuppen and his confession as to why he did what he did and what follows after Elle yells at Noah! I have always wanted Noah to be a slightly more introspective character and not a full bad boy as he is shown in the first movie. Even though I loved every bit of both The Kissing Booth films, I couldn't help think of other ways Elle and Noah get together, fighting odds and resisting their feelings before finally giving in. And give Elle more credit and show her slightly more mature and sensitive in a good light. The characters belong to the amazing Beth Reekles but the story is mine along with the few characters that I've created as part of this story-line. Please comment and let me know what you think, and I am open to plot feedback and story line suggestions as well for the future. This is my second fanfiction and definitely a better plot in my head. Happy Reading!…
What is love? Is it the light of your life? Or the darkness of the night, where you can't fall asleep? Or, to shades of crimson painted on your fingers which you can't seem to come clean? What is it to you? What is love to you? Is it the passion you keep at night, loving deeply every moment with everything you have?Or it is the passion that paints you crimson, in the shadows of your love?Or is it the passion you burn in, burning everything else in the ashes for your love? What are you in love? What can you become, in love?…
Initially, a neighbour then a visitor then friends. First saw them in the terrace, who knew those new comers will be a part of my life. Friendship grip became so strong that their death turned to be a sin at last.…
Love is a pure bond between a boy and a girl. The entry of a third not only loosens the bond but also creates a deep pain in tri-souls. My story ahead is all about a secret love. Read ahead to know that whether it gets a complete meaning or is left incomplete.…
Memories are a part of life. It hurts and sometimes includes the best part of our journey,life. Even if memories of past force us to be down,we should never look back and continue. The following poetry upholds such a situation. Please go ahead and have a look at it.…
For every work we need hardwork to do the best. But every work does not belong to the same category. Some of us enjoy life being honest while others being dishonest. Not all the citizens of our nation become doctor,some of us even end our life in jails. Although we say,but it is not correct that hardworks mean we are doing something right. Hardworks can also be done for evil jobs. However hardworks for evil deeds does not signifies success. It highlights success for failure.…
In the heart of a rain-soaked Mumbai, Pia, a pragmatic booklover sipping cold coffee in her favorite bookstore café, meets Kabir, a charming chai enthusiast who believes in love at first sight. As they clash over their opposing views on romance-Pia's skepticism versus Kabir's optimism-their playful banter reveals a crackling chemistry neither can ignore. Amidst the backdrop of the monsoon rains, they explore the fine line between attraction and love, discovering that sometimes, the most unexpected encounters can lead to the most intriguing possibilities. Join Pia and Kabir on a spontaneous journey that proves that sometimes, embracing the chaos can be the start of something truly extraordinary.…
This book is a collection of poems. It is completely different from my previous book. These are random poems more like all the different thoughts that go through my mind. It signifies a Walk through my thoughts and so is named A Walk. I really hope you all enjoy and love this book.Please do vote, share and comment your views they mean a lot.…
A song for Faking Delinquency. This is about Falice coming out of her shell and fighting for herself. It's about her wanting to do stuff for her sake, not anyone elses.…
This is my entry for How to Be a Girl fanfic competition. If this wasn't a fanfic/one shot I would have named this The Final, because...you'll see when you read it. So, even if I don't win, if people could comment and vote for it. I would appreciate it.…
She lives in silence. She lives through eyes. She hopes for a better life, but knows that she will never be normal. She prays that people will accept her but knows that she'll stand out. Who is she? She is everyone, she is anyone.…