Bought Meaning In Hindi Novels & Stories

Ariel watched with tears in her eyes, as her parents, her dignity, and her throne were taken away from her. Stripped to nothing but a servant, the only thing that she ever wished was for was the fall of her most hated enemy. Gaining his way into the pack house to gain her revenge, it turned out that the moon goddess had other plans for her, making Alpha Derek his mate. Was she going to follow her heart or the dying urge to take her revenge? While the dark shades behind her past clear out gradually, turns out that she must protect the ones that she cares most about. Why does the Alpha reject her even though he knows that she is the only one who can heal him from his curse, what dark secrets is he trying to hide what is the true identity of Ariel and why would her enemies want her dead by all means? Find out in this new werewolf series. "Wish I could hate you."

Sold by the man who swore he loved her, Seren Ashvale arrived at Vord territory expecting death. Instead the twin Alphas wanted her for one purpose, an heir their dying bloodline desperately needed. But the bond that bound her to both men was forbidden by law and impossible to deny. Pregnant, hunted by the council, and finally chosen by two Alphas at once, Seren had to fight to keep a love the world said could not exist.

At 18, Aria Voss was rejected by her mate. Zayden Cole, the powerful Alpha of the Storm Pack, looked her in the eyes and denied the bond that fate had given them. Humiliated and heartbroken, Aria disappeared without a trace. For three years, she rebuilt her life far from the Northern Territories—and uncovered a dangerous truth about her bloodline. A truth powerful enough to save an Alpha… or destroy him. Now twenty-one, Aria returns stronger, wiser, and carrying secrets that could bring the mighty Storm Pack to its knees. But Zayden is no longer the Alpha who rejected her. Haunted by an unexplainable darkness consuming his wolf, he is desperate for answers. Answers that lead straight back to the woman he cast aside. As hidden betrayals come to light and old enemies emerge from the shadows, Zayden must fight to win back the mate he lost. The problem? Aria isn’t sure she wants him anymore. And some rejections come with consequences even an Alpha cannot survive.

I bought a breathtakingly handsome and sculpted werewolf slave from the magic black market. His rock-hard abs were on full display, and his deep V-lines pointed straight down into his tight, low-slung pants. But once I got him home, it was clear something was very wrong. A low, suppressed growl rumbled constantly in his throat. He stared at me with his golden wolf eyes, looking like he wanted to tear me apart and devour me whole. His body burned like a walking furnace. I thought he had wolfsbane fever and frantically contacted the seller. The seller was silent for three seconds after hearing my description. [My dear witch, is it possible he isn't sick, but just...hungry?] [The kind of hungry...that makes a werewolf want to pin you to a wall and sink his fangs into your neck to mark you?]

"You faked the DNA test." On my anniversary, my family called me a fraud. My husband handed me divorce papers without hesitation. "You were never meant to be my wife." Overnight, I was discarded. The scandal of the city. But they forgot one thing: I never needed them. Before I was his wife, I was Mirena Sterling. The Investment Queen. A Wall Street legend. A racing champion. I gave it all up for a man who threw me away. Big mistake. Months later, I bought his company. He begged at my feet. "Give me another chance." I didn't even look at him. "Sorry, darling. I don't recycle trash." Then my former rival dropped to one knee. Alexander Pierce—the man who once mocked my fall. "Take back everything they stole," he murmured, eyes burning. "Then take me too."

On my birthday, my mafia husband, Alessandro, didn't come home to celebrate with me. He sent a bodyguard with a bouquet of wilting roses and a text message: [Picked these myself from the garden. Happy birthday, love.] A moment later, his right-hand woman, Chloe, posted an Instagram story. It was a fifty-thousand-dollar custom flower box, filled with black roses, their petals embedded with crushed diamonds. The caption read: [My Capo says, "If you love me, you show me devotion that never dies."] I didn't storm the casino to confront him. I just packed my bags and prepared to leave the city. The first day I was gone, word got back to me that Alessandro couldn't care less. He blew a ring of cigar smoke and said, "The world out there is dangerous. She'll be back in a few days, begging me to take her back." The first month I was gone, Alessandro tracked me down with an international call. "I'll buy you a villa in the Heights. Just come back, okay?" But a villa was never what I wanted.

After accidentally using my brother’s supplementary card to buy a coffee, my future sister-in-law took a screenshot of the transaction and posted it in the family group chat, “Home Sweet Home.” “You used my boyfriend’s supplementary card to buy yourself a drink. That’s really ‘classy’, I can tell the innocent little sister act when I see one. Coffee? Seriously? We all know what kind of message that sends.” Without even asking for an explanation, my parents just ranted at me nonstop. My brother immediately cancelled the supplementary card. Even after all that, my sister-in-law just would not let it go. “Where’s the money? You used my boyfriend’s card. Pay it back now!” I scrolled through years of bank transfers between my brother and myself, took a screenshot of every single one, and sent them into the chat. The next second, everyone in the family, except my brother, were stunned.

Kevin, the elite bodyguard I'd spent ten years training, chose my adopted sister, Eva, over me when it came down to life and death. So I went straight to an underground fight club and picked out the craziest, most ruthless bastard I could find. A month later, Kevin got word and came rushing back, dragging his battered body past the guards at my door, fighting within an inch of his life. He knelt on the floor, eyes bloodshot, clutching the hem of my dress. "Principessa, what does that scarred stray have that I don't?"

To take care of my mother after she fell and injured herself, I turned down a promotion and took a week off work to stay by her side. On the day she was discharged from the hospital, she smiled and handed me a small envelope. “Suzy, you’ve worked hard these past few days. This is just a little something from me. Go treat yourself to something good.” I wiped my hands, a quiet warmth spreading through my chest. When I opened the envelope, I froze for a moment. Inside was $2. Still, I told myself it didn’t matter. The amount wasn’t important. What mattered was the thought behind it. But the very next day, while scrolling through social media, I came across a post from my younger brother, the one who hadn’t shown his face at the hospital even once. Nine photos filled the post, all of them showing off a sprawling luxury mansion. In the center was a photo of the purchase contract. The caption read: “Officially the owner of a $2 million riverfront house. Big thanks to Mom for the support!”

I ordered a vampire online—Adrian. Hot, aloof. He was supposed to be my bodyguard and live-in housekeeper. But he was always staring at my neck like he was starving. Fangs popping out, eyes glowing red. And he was always walking around shirtless, wearing nothing but an apron. When I tried to stop him, he’d look all hurt and ask, "You don't like it?" "But you're blushing." I didn't know what to do, so I messaged customer service. They suggested, "You could form a bond with him. He'll be more obedient." So I did. But I had no idea I was forming a two-way mate's bond instead of a one-way master-servant bond. The night we bonded, he climbed into my bed, eyes glowing red. He licked my skin, hungry, grinding against me desperately and begging, "Master, just one bite, please? I'll make you feel so good..."