Desi Stories Novels & Stories

Her mind got stuck on the mention of Dabir's name. "And then Mom told Zamin to... Aunt Iman?" Madiha was halfway through her story but realized Iman was not listening. "Huh? What were you saying?" "Nothing." Madiha shook her head. It wasn't anything important. "Can you please make laddoo for me?" The sweet little balls of gram flour were Madiha's favorite, especially the ones that Iman makes. "Of course." Iman andwers as memories of past flodded in her brain.

"I'd like to warn you about something, Mr. Voss." He arched a brow. "Oh? And what's that, Miss Davis?" I leaned in closer, lowering my voice to a whisper. "I'm not like other women. I like being in control." A dark smirk tugged at his lips. "And?" he prompted. "And I can be very possessive, Dangerously possessive." His eyes darkened further, the black swallowing the brown.

They finally had to leave and he finally had to look at her as they said their goodbyes. Something was wrong somewhere, definitely wrong. The De Leta house was not in any financial crisis that would warrant a political marriage such as this to the De Laton family. All they had was an absurd amount of gold and riches and their stupidly golden blonde hair that was known as a family trait only in their family. She had tried speaking to her father about it and knowing the reason why but he wouldn't answer her.

Diavolo chugged down another glass as he watched the whore in front of him reach to her back and unclasped her bra. She rolled it down her shoulders and threw it to the floor. Her boobs dangled from the result. Usually, he would be impressed but then again, he wasn't. He had met all sorts of women. He had slept with all kinds as well. It doesn't matter how sexy she looked. What matters is if she would be able to take him, all of him for the rest of the night.

Each volume of Strange short stories will have 3 medium-sized stories and about 10 short stories. To make it easier to understand and more transparent, this chapter will be like a summary for this and the following volumes. Vol.2: medium stories: The antics of Bia's crew ( ABC) Bia comments on a crew of children of criminals, in an invisible ship. In this world full of magic, demonic beasts and restrictions, they live on the run, abandoned by their parents. Not being accepted anywhere in the world they have to survive on small illegal jobs and from time to time to plunder.

As the prince's sacrifice and the priestess's magic were remembered and celebrated by generations to come, their love and loyalty for each other were an inspiration to all, and they lived happily ever after. When the monsters that attacked the caravans that roam the red desert and stories of spirits that roam the desert, the woman who is the demon of the desert seducing and eating her victims, who find her in the desert, beasts that roam the night, tales of mysteries and stories of hidden worlds. The red desert was a place of mystery and danger, where stories of monsters and spirits were passed down from generation to generation, the most feared of these creatures being the demon of the dese

something else. Kira had always despised Jax—not because he was weak, but because he was everything she wasn't. Where she thrived on control, he embraced chaos. Where she demanded respect through fear, he earned it through cunning. Their rivalry had been a game of cat and mouse, each trying to outwit the other, each time coming dangerously close to crossing the line between hatred and obsession.

“But I just don't talk much about it because whenever I do, people think I'm weird.” He leaned back in his chair, his eyes still on mine. "Mystery is a common theme in ancient cultures," he said. "But if you're interested, I could tell you more. Over dinner, perhaps? I promise, I won't bore you with endless academic lectures. I can make it...entertaining."

"I didn't want to. I tried not to. But I do." His arms tightened around her. "Say it again." "I love you." "Again." She laughed through her tears. "I love you, Drake Montenegro." He kissed the top of her head and held her like he would never let go. --- They spent the rest of the morning on that bathroom floor, talking about nothing and everything. She told him about her childhood, about her parents who had died when she was nineteen, about the years she spent working three jobs to put herself through college. He told her about his father, a cold man who had built the Montenegro empire and then handed it to Drake like a curse. He told her about the loneliness of wealth, the way people always

Your words will actually make this Diwali a happy one (⁠人⁠ ⁠•͈⁠ᴗ⁠•͈⁠) Most of my readers are non Indians and if you want to know more about Indian festivals, wedding rituals, etc, you can read my other dark romance story - 'Caged in the Dark Embrace of my Saviour.' available on G00d Novel. It has an Indian setting. ~~ I have good news to share with you all, the story 'Auctioned to my Brother's Best Friend' has been selected for a short film and soon it will be launched on Good Shorts and Dramabox 🥳 ✧⁠◝⁠(⁠⁰⁠▿⁠⁰⁠)⁠◜⁠✧