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Synopsis : Bedroom, washroom, living room, office, elevator, there wasn't any place left where they didn't make out. However, everytime she did that* with him, she felt guilty, disgusted as the person was her sister's husband. She tried hard to avoid him, but he didn't let her escape from him. It wasn't she who wanted to cheat her sister by making out with her husband, it was he who continuously forced him on her and she simply couldn't resist him. This story is about Dimple who was having sex everyday and night with her own sister's husband, and her sister, Twinkle was completely unaware of her husband and sister's betrayal. Read the story to know what will happen when Twinkle finds about her husband and Dimple's sin.. How will she react? More importantly how will Dimple face her own sister? So, at last who will ends up with the playboy Arav singhaniya, who was messing up with these sisters, marrying to one sister, and having relationship with another?

I'd been home for half a month, but I still couldn't shake the feeling that Mom wasn't quite herself anymore. She looked and sounded like she always had, but something felt different. Then, one day, I got a message from her that sent a chill down my spine. "Lily, hide! There's a ghost in the house!" At first, I thought she was pulling a prank on me—or maybe her account got hacked. Then, there was a knock on my bedroom door. Mom, who had just finished cooking, called out to tell me the meal was ready. I was still hesitating when another message popped up. It was a voice message. "Trust me, Lily. I'm your real mom! The one out there is a ghost! Run!" It sounded just like Mom's voice from outside. My mind was racing in panic. Not hearing me respond, Mom giggled from the other side of the door and said, "I'm coming in."

"I'm sorry…" Giselle had her face bowed in guilt and her skin flushed in shame. She never imagined she'd be meeting him again. Not so soon, at least. "You're sorry?!" Ethan repeated indignantly. "For what exactly? Seducing me at the nightclub? Making me bring you to my house and into my bedroom, only to find out the next morning that you're married? What the hell are you sorry for?!" "Everything…" "Sorry doesn't change a thing. You tricked me and that's it. I swear to God, I'll make you pay. I'll make you regret ever deceiving me, Mrs. Giselle Scott…" ************************************** A billionaire boss. A divorcée employee. Estranged Exes. An imperfect situation for a love story, but can Ethan Hunt call off the uncanny attraction he feels for his one-night stand? Will his resentment for her shadow his longing to have one more erotic night with her? Read to find out.

As her ears started ringing, the lump in her throat growing, the words he spoke faded into the background. Her eyes welled up, and her breath hitched, she had heard him right? “Earth to Rebecca, hello?!” He replied to her in an annoyed tone. She took a deep breath, “After 20 yrs you really don’t want a life with me” she managed to speak slightly above a whisper. She had been his rock, put his needs first, never said no to his frivolous spending, and had loved him enough for the both of them; yet in the small bedroom in their city apartment he stood with divorce papers in hand. She hadn’t been naive about the rough patch that they were navigating, but they had always worked past because Rebecca had always put her husband 1st. “Rebecca I don’t love you and no level of your love is going to undo these divorce papers. I can’t even stand to be in this room with you, but I want to be on a united front when we tell the kids.”

One woman. Four possessive werewolves. When Agatha Celestra Moretti is handed over to the Blackblood Estate to pay for her father’s sins, she already knows her destiny. She already expected to be thrown into the bedroom of the most feared Alpha King in the underworld. King Dragon Blackblood is a man drowning in a twenty-five-year madness—until he touches Agatha. She is the only thing that silences the beast, and he intends to keep her pinned beneath him forever. But the Blackblood estate isn't just a cage, it’s a nest of possessive and twisted wolves. The King’s three sons. Wyvern, the wild rebel. Gregor, the cold mastermind. Rouge, the brutal enforcer. All of them smell the King’s mark on her skin. All of them want to overwrite it with their own. Agatha is just one human girl trapped in a house of wolves and monsters who refuse to share, and they are all losing their minds to have her. One woman. Four possessive werewolves. But why her? What's special on her to make the four of them rule by her heart?

“What's it called when you want to strangle someone and kiss them in the same breath?” That's Derek Yamanaka for you. My brother's best friend. My childhood tormentor. The cold-hearted billionaire who now has orders to watch over me like I'm some kind of child. He brings me coffee I never asked for. He glares at any guy who looks my way. He invites himself into my house, into my space, into my head. And the worst part? I can't stop watching him from my bedroom window at night. I can't stop thinking about his hands, his mouth, the way his voice goes low when he's trying to control me. I hate him. I want him. And when we finally snap, there's no going back. He says my body belongs to him now. Fine. But that means his body belongs to me too. Let's see who breaks first

I never meant to fall for my boyfriend’s father. When I caught Liam cheating and ran to his family mansion for answers, the last thing I expected was to end up pinned against his father’s desk, moaning Diego Ramos’ name while his fingers ruined me. Diego is everything Liam isn’t — powerful, ruthless, and dangerously addictive. The billionaire CEO is twice my age, my boss, and completely off-limits. But after one forbidden kiss, one stolen night in my childhood bedroom, I can’t stop craving the man who makes me scream “Daddy” while my family is downstairs. Now Liam is back with a fiancée on his arm, demanding his parents play happy family for appearances. His mother is threatening to destroy everything. And the worst part? I don’t feel guilty anymore. Because every time Diego looks at me like he wants to claim me, I realize the truth: I was never meant to be Liam’s. I was always meant to be his father’s dirty little secret.

On the morning Serena Voss discovered she had won the most prestigious architectural contract of her career, she drove home to share the news with her husband. She found him in bed with her cousin instead. He handed her divorce papers before she could speak. That same night, broken and stripped of everything, she drove straight to her mother's door and learned the betrayal in that bedroom wasn't the only thing the Voss family had taken from her. They had taken her father, too. So Serena stopped asking people to believe her. She stopped waiting for justice to arrive on its own. She stopped leaving doors open for people who had burned down everything she built. She disappeared. She rebuilt. She came back with a different name, a firm that was dismantling the Voss empire one contract at a time, and a patience so cold and precise it looked like indifference. This is not a story about a woman who forgives. This is a story about a woman who makes them pay, every single one of them, and walks away without looking back.

In the midst of a bustling metropolis, Sumire, a diligent and determined orphan with an insatiable thirst for knowledge, is engrossed in her studies while seated on a park bench under the radiant rays of the summer sun. It is here that she met a five-year-old boy, who unbeknownst to her, will change the course of her destiny. Mort, her fated mate, is an enigmatic vampire whose heart is captured at the very first glimpse of Sumire. Little does she realize that a world of supernatural beings surrounds her, as Mort's obssesion and desire for her sets into motion a series of events that will forever alter her life's trajectory. Their initial meeting serves as the threshold to an unknown realm, one inhabited by lurking monsters whose predatory instincts unveil a perilous threat. On a fateful night, beneath the crimson shroud of intimacy, that Mort awakens Sumire's dormant memories and primal thirst for blood. This awakening occurs whilst their enemies lurk menacingly outside their bedroom door, launching an unsuspecting assault on the bounty placed upon her head. How will Sumire navigate this newfound reality, where the tales of mere mortals pale in comparison? Will she be able to unravel the enigma of her own existence before it engulfs her?