Week 7 Fnf Novels & Stories

Drishti : a 25 year old who wants to leave her parents and settle far away from them, especially her mom. She works for a Matrimonial company in daytime where she plays the role of a matchmaker for people and from evening to night she works for a call centre. She has only one motive in her life and that is to exhaust herself so much that when she returns home she can go to sleep directly without thinking anything about her parents. Rakshit : a 28 year old, works as an employee for a MNC. He lives with his mother who is a heart patient. He needs a wife in a week for a major reason and can do anything for that. So let's see if Rakshit and drishti will come together to become Drikshit. Note: It may be an Indian story but there is nothing in it that non-indians won't understand.So my dear non-indian readers please do give it a try... I won't disappoint you:)

My curse uprooted my perfect Chicago life and threw me to the wolves. It forced me to reject my fated mate. I could see the future, but all I had ever seen was death. When I moved to Rapid Falls, it was my chance to be a normal girl again. But within a week, I was being chased through the night by a pack of murderous werewolves. Until Brandon saved me. He was perfect in every way, but he was a werewolf. According to him, so was I. I was starting to fall for Brandon when I envisioned him dead. To save myself from grief, I rejected him. But when he risked his life and saved me a second time, I couldn’t resist my desire anymore. I struggled to find my way in this new world where wolves were both predator and prey. A world where Brandon was to die soon. Would I be able to harness my curse and embrace my fate?

I broke my leg in a car accident last week and had been stuck at home recovering, unable to go anywhere. Just as I was starting to go stir-crazy, a couple moved into the house next door—the one that had been empty for ages. I pressed my ear to the wall, catching every sound of them making love, and even recorded quite a bit. Still, I never expected something so sinister to happen. The man next door sounded exactly like my dead husband! I moved my phone closer to the wall and listened carefully. Suddenly, a scream exploded through the wall. “Lindy, you’ll die for this!” My scalp went numb. My husband was mute. The only time he ever spoke in his life… was the night I forced his head into a bucket of water. How did the man next door know my husband’s last words before he died?

Finding her fiancé making love to her stepmother wasn't part of Alani Lane's wedding plans, especially not a week before the big day. Devastated by the betrayal, she spends a reckless night with her cold, irrestible boss, Alexander Voss, a man who does not believe in love. He is not only her boss, but also her ex fiance's cousin, with scores to settle. When he offers her a marriage contract to get revenge on her ex, Alani agrees, but the terms aren't as simple as she imagined. What starts as a business arrangement soon becomes something neither of them expected. As secrets, lies, family drama and buried betrayals come to light, their perfect contract marriage turns into a tug of war between rules, love and reason. Will Voss, a man built on power, control, dominance and unbreakable rules learn to bend, or will Alani burn for him until there is nothing left of her but ash?

As my due date approaches, my husband's precious mistress falls into the water at a banquet. After being rescued, she immediately accuses me of pushing her. To "avenge" her, he throws me into a modified stainless steel water tank. I beg him, pleading for the sake of our unborn children. But he only sneers. "Don't try to use the babies to guilt me! You've still got a week before you're due. I know exactly how vicious you are—any child of yours would be just as rotten. Stay in there and reflect on your behavior. I'll let you out when you finally admit you're wrong!" Five days later, my husband returns home from a night out with his mistress, calling for me to come downstairs and serve them, as always. He doesn't know that my babies and I have already rotted beyond recognition.

One kiss. One mistake. One secret neither of them can forget. Yubi never imagined her life would change overnight. One week ago, she shared a fleeting, forbidden kiss with a stranger at a party, only to discover the next day that he would become her stepbrother. Now, living under the same roof as Trey, the man who haunts her thoughts, every glance, every touch, every moment is charged with desire. He is tall, controlled, impossibly handsome and entirely off limits. Trey wants her, but he knows it’s wrong. Yubi wants him, and she can’t deny it. As tension, jealousy, and temptation build, one thing becomes terrifyingly clear: some desires aren’t meant to be ignored and some mistakes are impossible to undo. Forbidden by blood, claimed by desire, can Yubi and Trey survive the fire of their attraction, or will their secret sin destroy them both?

One night, as I was making my way to the bathroom around 3 a.m., I saw my dormmate, Yvonne, squatting in front of our door. She was rearranging all our shoes so that their tips were pointed inward. I thought it was funny, so I rearranged them to have their tips pointed outward. The next day, I found that all of them had been positioned inward again. This kept happening for a week, and I continued to scramble things up, hiding the shoes, even, or tying the shoelaces together. But they always ended up being repositioned neatly inward. I started observing my dormmate and found her mumbling to the shoes while squatting at the door. I ranted about it online, only to have my first reply send chills down my spine. [Do you also get the weird feeling that something paranormal is happening around you? You have to move out before it’s too late!]

When twenty-two-year-old Evelyn Lockhart moves in the next to Connor Everest, bad boy billionaire and head of Everest industries, she makes a promise to herself to have nothing to do with the spoilt bastard. He's wild, untamed and makes her annoyed. And his wild parties almost every night keeps her awake. They get off on the wrong foot when Evelyn, fed up with his shenanigans, call the cops on one of his wild parties. Things get heated when Evelyn starts off her new job the following week and discovers that Connor is her new boss. With the press nosy for gossip, Connor fears his secret project which he's spent years working on would get leaked before it's ready and propositions Evelyn to be his fake fiancee at least until the project is launched. How long can they keep up the façade while still trying not to catch feelings?

Rachel had never known what the 'ultimate-freshman-torture'would look like until'the-Norbert-Williams-Karter', Winchester college's bad boy takes interest in her. Unable to face the torment from Allison, Norbert's girlfriend, Rachel flees back to her family home.. leaving behind her reputation that had been seriously marred by Allison as 'STALKER'and'SLURT'. But Rachel soon returns the next semester to complete her scholarship after Allison had disappeared as well. Her disappearance gives a single Norbert the chance to flirt and mingle with Rachel who is still trying to save the little dignity of hers left. But the irresistible Norbert comes up with a mischievous, more like devilish plan where they fake date for a week to clear people's mindset of her, while he in turn gets in her pants. What will happen when Allison gets back? Or when Peter-a transferred student takes immediate and intense interest in Rachel? Or when things fall apart??...

Hayden Baxter's sidepiece comes up to me and throws yet another tantrum. "I love Hayden too much. Can't you let me have him?" Hayden sits quietly on one side but texts me, "Just say yes and humor her for a bit." I do as I am told, then wordlessly begin to pack up my stuff so I can move out of the home I share with Hayden. On my way out, I hear his friends jesting, "Elena is surprisingly obedient. Does this mean she'll abort her baby if you ask her to, Hayden?" Hayden raises a brow, looking nonchalant. "Want to place a bet on it? "I bet she'd whine and throw a fit at the hospital entrance in a week, only to give in and do as she's told." I don't argue. Instead, I quietly tap on my conversation with someone else. "Will you marry me?" "Yes."