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IMMACULATE HEART

PROLOGUE When love and command collide, what will shatter? Megara Smith, seventeen, faces a life irrevocably altered by her mother's betrayal. Not only did her mother abandon their family, but she also stole her father's fortune, leaving him bankrupt. Megara, already wary of the wealthy, finds solace only in her loyal best friend, Nathan Jones, a rare exception who chooses to attend their local community school despite his privileged background. Fate, however, has a cruel twist in store. Uriel Oman Jefferson, the arrogant and irresistibly handsome leader of the popular Zealous boy group, and heir to one of the UK's most powerful families, crosses paths with Megara. Their initial encounter at a local cafe ignites a spark of defiance in her, a spark that Uriel, accustomed to unquestioning obedience, finds infuriatingly captivating. Despite his fervent desire to forget her, destiny intervenes. Megara's academic brilliance earns her a scholarship to Royal Von High, Uriel's own exclusive domain. The unexpected reunion fuels his resentment, and he vows to expel her. But his attempts to sabotage her only draw them closer, a dangerous dance of attraction and animosity. Complicating matters is Hugo Arnold, the compassionate seventh grandson of the Arnold dynasty. He harbors a secret affection for Megara and desperately pleads with Uriel to abandon his vendetta. As Hugo forges a brotherly bond with Megara, his jealousy intensifies, threatening his friendship with Uriel. Will Hugo succumb to the bitterness brewing within him, or will he rise above his envy? This is a tale of love and betrayal, of fame and revenge, and ultimately, of the transformative power of empathy and forgiveness.
ACETECH2605 · 2.7K Views

SHADOWS OF THE HEART

The shadows lurked, its whispers a fearful caress to the heart. A word of it begot omen and doom is the person who sees it. The world was evolving, creatures emerging and some going instinct, but one rule remained among the humans, "BEWARE OF THE NIGHT CREATURES." Ophelia, tossed and turned by the cruel wind and unfortunate side of the world found herself embracing the very shadows that were feared by many. The shadow which always haunted her. Not only was she haunted, but she was also the reason the shadow lurked. Its darkness deftly intertwined with the course of her life, bringing to light secrets locked away in the abyss. Secrets which led her to the arms of the one whose statements remained of evil. Rumors of her prevailed, each one more abhorrent than the other. While most of the rumors were false, there were specks of truth in them. However, in the dance of darkness, its drums beaten by the shadows, everything and every danger she faced culminated on the day she was bitten by the very creature humans termed evil and vile. She was his pawn, his amusement to be poked, his first bite. Her blood the first to ink his fangs, had unbeknownst to him formed a forbidden and sacred bond that could not be severed unless she died. Gone from his play toy to the number one on his kill list, Ophelia found herself confronting dangers that she, no matter how hard she tried, could never win against. When the game of chase and death slowly evolves into an unspoken spark-like trail of shadows weaving in the hearts of the predator and the prey, Ophelia is conflicted about the path to follow. The path to toss the dangers aside and embrace the whispers of her heart— or, the path to heed the warnings of her heart and run further from her predator. Unfortunately, in the dance of the cruel hand of fate, whichever way she took, he was always there like a shadow ready to entrap her. SHE WAS HIS FIRST BITE AND HE WAS HER SHADOW.
Amzy_Bella · 3.1K Views

RENT A HEART

The past week had felt like a lifetime of dodging my own feelings. As I sat at the head of the table, I felt the dam about to break, then the door swung open, and my heart lurched. Chris stood there, a storm cloud personified. His expression was unreadable, but one thing was clear: he wasn't smiling. My staffs exchanged glances, their gazes then focusing on me. "Eve," Chris's voice was low. "We need to talk." The room went silent, thick with nervous energy. The unspoken question hung in the air. "Chris," I said, my voice calm despite my pounding heart, "can this wait? We're in the middle of an important meeting." I wanted him to leave, to deal with this later, on my terms. "No, it can't," he said, stepping into the room. His anger simmered beneath the surface, but there was a visible vulnerability that made my own heart ache. "Please excuse us," I told my staffs, who hurriedly packed and left us alone. "You just left. You left after that night with just empty words on a piece of paper and then went out of the country for a whole week, Eve. A whole week." I was surprised to see him so vulnerable, so angry. It was the first time. It was obvious he was hurt, and I knew I was wrong. He stalked towards me, like a predator, and as he got closer, the anger seemed to flicker, replaced by a different intensity. He stopped in front of me, and then, without warning, his arms wrapped around me, pulling me into a tight, desperate embrace. My breath hitched. I went stiff for a moment, surprised by the contact. Then, almost instantly, my arms went around him, clinging to his strong frame. A mix of emotions flooded me: surprise, relief, and an overwhelming need to simply hold him. I breathed in his familiar scent, a comforting aroma that had been haunting my senses for the last week. He held me tightly, as if afraid I'd vanish if he let go, and I didn't resist. I had dreamed of this. He pulled back, his hands on my shoulders, his gaze searching mine with an intensity that made my heart flutter. The anger lingered, but it was mixed with something else. Something softer. "I missed you terribly," he whispered, the words barely audible, but they resonated through me. ------ Eve, a fashion powerhouse ruling the world's runways, needs a fake boyfriend and fast, to appease her matchmaking mother.   Christopher, a charming, secretive, and dangerously attractive heir to the biggest conglomerate in the country. needs a distraction from his father's unwanted marriage plans. Their solution? A temporary romance brokered through a "rent-a-partner" app. What starts as a mutually beneficial arrangement quickly evolves into a sizzling romance, throw in a jealous childhood crush, a clash of powerful families, and a whirlwind of hilarious misunderstandings, and you've got a recipe for a romance that's as unexpected as it is unforgettable. Will their carefully constructed facade withstand the pressure, or will their fake relationship crumble under the weight of their undeniable, and quite unexpected, love?
Medist_Winnie7 · 17.4K Views

The Withering Paper Flower

Kanika Sharma was once a woman full of life—an ambitious HR manager, a loving wife, and someone who believed in the beauty of dreams. But marriage changed everything. A miscarriage shattered her, leaving her drowning in depression, an eating disorder, and a fear of blood. Instead of love and support, she faced blame, humiliation, and neglect. Her once-devoted husband, Vibhav, saw her as a burden rather than a partner. When strange symptoms began surfacing, she turned to him for support, only to be met with indifference. With no choice but to seek help alone, she walked into a crowded government hospital—where she met him. Dr. Mokshith Kapoor was a man of logic, not emotions. A brilliant cardiologist, he had spent his life avoiding attachments, believing love was nothing but a fleeting illusion. But something about Kanika unsettled him. She wasn’t just another patient. She was someone who had been broken but still carried the weight of hope. As fate pulled them closer, a silent battle began. Her husband accused her of betrayal. Her family pressured her to return. And as Mokshith stood by her side, she began questioning herself—was this companionship, or was her heart starting to waver? Did she truly love the doctor, or was she merely seeking solace? Could she ever escape the shadows of her past, or would she be forced to return to the life that broke her? With every passing moment, Kanika’s time was slipping away. But when the final choice came, would it be love, redemption, or something entirely unexpected? A story of pain, healing, and the fragile nature of the human heart—The Withering Paper Flower will leave you questioning whether love is a cure or just another illusion.
Librascales · 126 Views

"The Chains of The Heart"

In a world where power dynamics between Alphas, Betas, and Omegas dictate status and relationships, Rion an orphaned Omega, is desperate to save his younger brother Leon, who lies in a coma. Struggling to gather the funds for Leon's life-saving surgery, Rion strikes a deal with Jeakyung, a cold and dominant Alpha from an influential family. The deal comes with three unbreakable conditions: Rion belongs to Jeakyung, he must obey his every command, and-above all-he is forbidden from falling in love. Jeakyung harbors a deep disdain for Omegas for some reason. However, as their physical encounters intensify, so do the unspoken emotions between them. Despite the boundaries that were set, both Rion and Jeakyung find themselves drawn to one another in ways neither expected. Rion struggles with his growing feelings, hoping that Jeakyung might one day see him as someone beyond their deal . Meanwhile, Jeakyung is confronted by his own fears and past traumas that have shaped his view of love and trust. As tensions rise, secrets unravel, and outside threats loom, Rion and Jeakyung must navigate a complex web of power, desire, and forbidden emotion. Can love bloom in a world that has conditioned them to believe it doesn't exist? Or will the rules they created become the very thing that tears them apart? There also many other characters in this story who navigate their own journey. This is a story of vulnerability, crime, resilience, and the undeniable pull of the heart-no matter how broken or guarded it may be.
Anastasia2025 · 4.9K Views
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