Zalim Ishq Novels & Stories

"I am very sorry for what I have done, but this would be very unfair, Elie, if you call this torture, " "You first, ruined my life with those nightmares, then kidnapped me! and now forcing me to marry you?! and you still say it is unfair to call this a torture?" I exclaimed, shaking my head in disbelieve and disgust. "I've had my reasons, " With guilt in his eyes, his voice came out as rough yet calm. "What reasons?!" He let out a long deep sigh, "I just didn't want to lose you again, " "Again?! I don't know what you are saying!"

He finally spoke. "Who?" James lifted his eyebrows in confusion. He looked around for the bartender and asked for another drink. “Marissa,” Damen said again and looked at his phone. James frowned in confusion and then suddenly his eyes widened. There was a smirk dancing on his face. He brought the bottle near his lips and said, "So, Damen my love … You are saying... your future girlfriend looks like your ex-girlfriend?" He said and busted out in laughter. "What the fuck? NOOO!!" Damen hit his leg. "Asshole, she is not my girlfriend." He facepalmed himself

Barbara My life was always meticulously planned out from the moment I understood what a mate was. I envisioned a future filled with happiness, love, and companionship. However, unlike many, my story didn't end with that fairytale ending. When I finally met my fated mate, it was an overwhelmingly blissful experience—something I had dreamed of for years. Yet, as the seasons changed and time went on, my happiness began to fade. My mate, once so deeply connected to me, eventually grew distant and no longer desired my presence. One day, he left everything behind—me and our two children—for someone else, abandoning the life we had built together and leaving me to pick up the pieces of a shattered

Dahlia Try taking him in? I couldn’t believe my ears. I’ve been a virgin all my life, except for the couple of times I had fingered my hole just by the thought of him fucking me. I couldn’t believe my wishes were coming true. The sound of his zipper was like a gunshot in the silent room. As the heavy denim fell away, I felt my breath hitch in my throat. I had seen him through the crack of the door, but up close, the reality was overwhelming.

Hazel's POV My heart clenched as tears suddenly gathered in my eyes, “Liam, I can't believe you. I just can't believe you would be so—” “You don’t believe me?” Liam asked, his voice dripping with disdain, “I can't believe you would stoop so low as well. You're a slut, Hazel!” His words were like a dagger, twisting my insides and carving out my heart. My tears blurred my vision as my legs buckled beneath me, “Liam, you're calling me a slut now? You're with your Ex! You're willing to divorce your mate because…” I choked, my voice filled with tears, “Because of her.” I pointed at Alessandra and she shrugged her shoulders, a small smirk playing on her lips.

She stepped closer, her eyes blazing, every word deliberate. “Waris isn’t my soulmate, Zara. A soulmate wouldn’t have treated me like trash. A mate is supposed to protect me, stand beside me, not assault me, not abuse me, not reduce me to an object of lust.” Her voice cracked for a moment, but she pressed on, fiercer than before.

He groaned, his fists clenched. I tilted my head, trying to understand what he meant, "I... I don't get your question," I replied sincerely. "Is it money? Fame? What is it?" Now it was my turn to control myself. My nose flared, muscles tensed as I felt the anger course through my veins, "I don't need anything," I seethed. "Don't test my patience. I hate it when gold diggers try to deny what they are" "I am not a gold digger, Zale.” It was as if that sparked something in his head. He turned around suddenly, startling me.

I squinted my eyes as I suddenly felt different kind of emotions consume me, despite the fact that I hated that I always had to be at the receiving end,i mean people always saw me at as the bad person and a gold digger. But I could not help but feel bad and overwhelmed at the feeling that he had used me as just a pawn in his game of chess,while I was there loving him unconditionally. I could not stop the feeling of pain that continually pricked me in my heart, also remembering that Reena had knew about it all along,but did nothing and just watched me get hurt. Was there even anyone that genuinely loved me in this world? Was there anyone that gave two shots about what I had been feeling?

His rough hands left red marks on her flawless skin. "What do you think of yourself? Huh! After a murder. You will have a choice. You can die easily after destroying two lives." His rage was out of control. He grabbed her by the jaws. His grip was so hard. Sia could feel his clenching finger on her cheeks. She has confessed the crime. she didn't have the right to resist. She has to withstand his pain. "In this life. I promise. I, Simon Cruz, will not let you breathe so calmly." He was Simon Cruz, beloved nephew of a powerful politician. Sia was certain. If he was saying

'' He said calmly; Tears filled her eyes; she stared at him with so much hate and disgust; she had never seen such wickedness in her entire life; but although she wanted to scream brimstones at him, she held herself; her hands fisting at her sides; she wanted to be strong but at that moment, he disgusted her so much that she knew it would blemish her soul if he touched her, a tear escaped from her right eye; ''Please, I beg you…even if You don’t love me… am still your wife. '' She pleaded; although he was so heartless that she didn't want ever want to beg him but she needed his mercy, if he could just let her go for that day, she would put the past behind her and forget everything he had don