Suniti 123
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Rebirth of the Departed soul
Fantasy Raj, a handsome, smart, arrogant, jovial guy who loves music, is the CEO of the Kapoor chain of hotels and industries and has a beautiful sister and a loving mother. He falls in love with his beautiful secretary Sujata and marries her. Sujata is a beautiful, intelligent, manipulative, and witty girl.
Unintentionally Raj is to be blamed for Sujata's father's death. Under mysterious conditions, he dies just after his marriage. With Raj out of the picture, Sujata gets the opportunity to avenge her father's death, and she manages to snatch everything from Raj‘s sister. Sujata even manipulates Raj’s sister Simmi and marries her to her brother Naman, who is a widower and has a son.
After Raj’s death, Sujata gives birth to his son, Abhimanyu. Abhimanyu, like his father, loved music and was gifted with a melodious voice.
Destiny brings him back to his native place where his path is crossed by his long lover Pankhuri. Even Simmi meets her long-forgotten love, Sanjay.
Nature takes its course and Abhimanyu remembers his past birth and comes to know the secret of his death.
Will he be able to avenge his death and disclose how he died? Will Simmi reunite with her lover? Let us go through their journey to know the answers.
The Prince's Bride
Billionaires Jaivardhan Singh Rathore the prince of Jaisalmer and the CEO of the Rathore group of industries is an handsome ,arrogant, rude businessman, but he has another side that only his close ones and loved ones know. A loving, caring, and jovial person. He was every girl's dream husband. Everything changed when his wife died during childbirth leaving a daughter behind. He shut himself from everything and committed himself to his daughter.
Due to his parents' pressure and for the sake Jai Var of his daughter, he gave his consent for remarriage. He wants to marry a girl who would take care of his daughter as his own. As any girl would consider herself lucky to be his wife. For this, he sets a plan and executes it.
Anaira is an intelligent, loving, caring, and easygoing orphan girl who lives with her father's friend. He considers her his daughter but his wife doesn't agree. She is pursuing an MBA degree and wants to complete her studies to find a decent job that would help her in leaving her uncle's house.
Alas! Life doesn't go as predicted. She is dumbstruck when one day she comes to know that she is not a poor person who is pitied but tables have turned around and she is the lost princess. From rags to riches.
Eventually both of them come together and unearth the secrets which were hidden in the Royal Chest. Secrets which would turn the course of their lives .
My Heart Belongs to You
Billionaires Viren the ML of the story who doesn't believe in romantic commitment. Living in NYC for a long time and his past experiences gave strength to his belief. He is the only son of the biggest industrialist Rai Bahadur. He is the CEO of the company. He is a ruthless businessman for the outer world but was very considerate and loving where his family matters or the persons he loved were involved. Viren is the most desired bachelor. He was tall and well-built with sharp features. Girls would die to have him.
Due to his past baggage, he didn't have faith in commitments, love, and marriage.
Priya, a middle-class girl, and assistant to Rai Bahadur was a chirpy, soft-hearted girl who could do anything for her family. She was a beauty with brains. She was fair with big doe-like eyes, thin pink lips, and long black hair.
What will happen when both of them are tied in a contract marriage for one year.?
One can not control whom to fall in love with, and the same happens with them. They fell in love with each other. Oblivious to each other 's feelings, they continued their awkward, unwanted relationship.
Circumstances take a turn and they decide to dissolve their marriage. With mutual consent, they file for divorce. After being separated they realize their feelings. Will they continue divorcing after realizing their feelings or would they come together?
"Why are you so skeptical since the morning You can share your problems with me"
"It is nothing, Viren Ji. Just a little bit "
"Priya, you know you can trust me. Maybe we can help each other."
"I didn't get what you wanted to confide in."
"Tell me your problem then only I can give you a solution."
"My sister is pregnant and her in-laws want five million and then only they will take her back. My brother is in his final year, which makes me the only bread earner of the family. Not only this last month my father suffered a stroke so his medical expenses are there. My salary barely meets the end. I had applied for a loan but today the bank has rejected it as there was nothing to give them as security." she spoke in between the sobs.
Just then the server arrived with their order. Priya composed herself. The food was served. Priya ate only a little bit; she was way too depressed to eat but Viren forced her to eat. Viren ordered dessert for both of them.
" Priya, I can arrange for the money you need. For that, you have to marry me on paper. Rest now as you were the one handling it for me. Dad is in critical condition and his only wish is to see me settled. You can think it over and reply to me in the next two days. As I had said we both can help each other only if you want."
Join their journey of twists and turns to know about them.
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UNDER THE PRINCE OF LUST'S WILES
JMFelic In a large shopping mall we went. It was three storeys high, complete with restaurants and fast-food chains. He guided me to the second floor where all of the goods I had specified to him were located. Again, stores after stores were lined up for me choose, but I decided to enter one where its window knickknacks caught my eyes. The store was named, Ann Summers.
Weird things. I most certainly hadn't seen objects like these in my entire life. The shapes were weird too; circular, elongated, heart-shaped in bold neon colors. There were even objects that looked like rods and cuffs of different sizes and colorful jelly rings with studs. My brain immediately registered children's toys?
However, the moment I stepped inside the store, my brain immediately scratched the word CHILDREN and replaced it with ADULT! My eyes widened as I took in every single detail that welcomed me.
Eriol, who trailed behind me earlier, now stood right in my side. He gave a light tap on my shoulder to which I immediately jerked away. Our eyes met and I swear he looked at me with a twinkle of mischief.
'Funny, you seem to have lost your way directly into this place, Milady,' he said and gave me a freaking roguish grin!
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I am hoping that my vacation in my Aunt's mansion is worth it. Leaving my volunteer work in Nepal abruptly is not what I wanted but there is nothing I can do, my Aunt is just too insistent. I know staying in there would be enjoyable, but I never thought that everyday would become something more... more than unbearable, and it all stems to a certain man - the head butler of the house - specifically too attentive of me.
Genre: Supernatural Romance
Status: Completed
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JMFelic Books The Art of Starting Over
Grump At eighty, I lay dying in a sterile hospital room, a life I felt was utterly wasted flashing before my eyes.
My wife of sixty years, Olivia Hayes, sat beside me, her stoic composure a familiar mask.
Then, her whispered confession shattered everything: "Tell Daniel… I've always loved him."
Daniel, her colleague from decades ago.
Sixty years of quiet resentment, of being a placeholder, a fool.
Rage burned in my dying body-a useless, consuming fire.
Then, darkness.
Light. Soft blankets. My young mother' s beaming face.
It was 1987. I was a baby again, but the memories of my eighty-year life, and Olivia's betrayal, were searing.
"Mom," I squeaked, my infant voice unwavering, "I won't marry Olivia Hayes."
Years later, at eighteen, the name Olivia was a constant dread.
Our families had an arranged engagement, a relic I had accepted in my past life.
This time, it was a prison sentence.
I saw her with Daniel Lee at the community center, laughing the unguarded laugh I rarely saw in our marriage, her caring gestures confirming the truth.
She approached me, that familiar stoic calm in place, perhaps to touch my arm.
I stepped back, a deliberate movement.
"Are you avoiding me?" she asked, her tone flat.
I met her gaze directly. "We should keep our distance, Olivia. It's better for everyone."
I walked away. My past life, a suffocating nightmare.
This life would be different. This life was for me.
I would be free. Reborn: His Betrayal, My Fortune
Celine Egan A faint, shimmering gold mark pulsed on my inner wrist, a birthright that let me see glimpses of the future. It was also the reason I died.
In my last life, my stepsister, Bethany Vance, with her gaudy gold bracelet, completely fooled our father, faking prophetic abilities that mimicked my own.
He adored her, while I was nothing more than a bargaining chip, handed off to Ethan Blackwood' s estranged brother, Liam.
I sacrificed everything for Liam, only for him to sneer, "A trick. All of it. Just to get power," moments before his fingers closed around my throat on our wedding night.
Then, darkness.
Now, I was back, in the same opulent ballroom, on the very day my father would announce the engagements. I watched Bethany preen as my father declared her engagement to Ethan, the Blackwood heir.
Then came my turn. "And I am also pleased to announce the engagement of my other daughter, Ava, to Mr. Liam Blackwood."
The applause was noticeably weaker. The familiar sting of being second-best, but this time, it was fuel.
The grand doors burst open. Liam Blackwood stormed in, ignoring everyone but my father and Bethany. "I reject this arrangement. I' m not marrying Ava. I am here for Bethany."
He offered a blank equity deed for her hand, dismissing me as he left. "You and I are finished. Bethany is the one with the true gift. She is the future of both our families. Not her."
In my past life, I would have shattered. This time, a cold, simmering rage ignited.
"Liam," I said, my voice low and steady. "You think you know what you want. But you are a fool."
He hissed, "Bethany' s abilities are proven. What do you have? Nothing."
I met his gaze, a cold smile touching my lips. "I have the truth."
I turned my back on him. This time, I wouldn' t beg. This time, I would destroy him. And I would take everything he ever wanted for myself. Living In The Haunted House
Adelheid Rufo Because I was greedy for a cheap place to live, I moved into a haunted house. The old beggar downstairs warned me in terror, "Miss, this house is haunted, you can't live here!" I smiled and reassured him, "It's okay, I'm even poorer than the ghosts, so if I move in, I'll be the one causing trouble." He didn't know that I've been able to see ghosts since I was young, and just last night, I stayed up late giving psychological counseling to a ghost. Finding Her Flavor
SHANA GRAY Ava Chen, adopted into the Hamilton dynasty, lived a life of polished perfection, her cool-girl facade masking a vibrant inner world obsessed with cheeseburgers and artisanal donuts. Tonight, at the annual Children' s Literacy Gala, everything changed. Skyler, the newly discovered "true" heiress, fueled by jealousy, wished on an antique locket for everyone to see the "real" Ava.
Suddenly, Ava' s every internal thought, from her deep-fried cravings to her scathing social commentary, became audibly broadcast to everyone nearby. Her meticulously crafted mask shattered, public embarrassment her constant companion. This bizarre "superpower" sabotaged her family's prestigious arranged marriage with the powerful Julian Astor, who rejected her publicly, sparking her adoptive parents' outrage. Branded a "liability" and a "public glutton," Ava was banished from their opulent mansion, deemed an utter disgrace.
Humiliated and perplexed, Ava couldn't understand why her mind had betrayed her with such mundane, food-focused secrets. Why was she cursed with this bizarre ability? What was the true source of this unpredictable chaos that had cost her everything? Yet, even amidst the chaos, a strange sense of liberation stirred within her.
Cast out but unburdened, Ava found refuge in an unexpected place: her childhood friend Rhys' s cozy bookstore cafe. Now, with nothing left to lose, she must navigate a world where her inner voice is a public spectacle, and somehow, find her true self amidst the delicious chaos. Justice for the Vance Heiress
Tango I woke up on my wedding day, the morning sun streaming into my opulent Charleston bedroom.
But the taste of asphalt and blood was still in my mouth, memories of screeching tires and a crushing impact vivid in my mind.
My stepfather' s perfect plan: a staged hit-and-run, his neat solution to inherit my mother' s fortune.
Because I had died.
Now I was back, alive, staring at the date-my wedding day, the day he had me killed.
A wave of phantom pain, of broken bones and crushed hope, washed over me.
Then I saw her: my stepsister, Brielle, in my custom wedding dress, admiring herself in the mirror.
The sight was a physical blow, a reminder of the humiliation and betrayal I endured in my first life as they drugged me and locked me away.
He walked in, Senator Richard Thorne, playing the concerned father, but his eyes were cold and full of the disappointment I' d known my whole life.
He gaslighted me, painting me as hysterical, just as he did before, controlling everything.
"Your mother is gone," he hissed, "And I control you. Don\'t you ever forget that."
I was trapped, again, the crushing weight of powerlessness threatening to suffocate me.
Rage, so profound it burned, replaced the despair.
Why did I have to relive this nightmare, this perfect setup for my destruction?
But something was different this time.
The naive girl died on that dark road; I was what was left.
If he wanted to control the Vance family, there would be no Vance family left to control, not the way he expected.
I found my mother' s hidden failsafe: an encrypted flash drive, her "in case of Richard" file.
It held years of meticulous corruption, a dossier so damning it would send him to federal prison for life.
With a grim smile and a single click of the send button, I launched the nuclear option, sending it to the FBI, SEC, and every major news outlet.
The game had changed, and they didn' t even know they were playing. The Million-Dollar Revenge
Isis Beutler My name is Sarah Miller, and I'd just hit the lottery for millions—a life-changing sum. I had a loving husband, Mark, his family, and my sweet five-year-old son, Leo. Our Memorial Day road trip to the Blue Ridge Mountains promised a perfect getaway.
But a chilling current ran beneath their forced smiles. At a breathtaking scenic overlook, the man I trusted most, my husband Mark, pulled me close. Then he pushed. The air rushed past, a brief, sharp pain, and then, nothing.
My spirit, unseen, lingered. I watched my murderers—Mark, his mother Brenda, and his sister Jessica—calmly walk away, plotting to claim my lottery money. But the true horror struck days later: my beloved son, Leo, called another woman "Mom," revealing he was never mine, but Mark's and his mistress Tiffany's.
My entire life had been a meticulously crafted lie. My love, a mere pawn in their cruel deception. The fiery pain of this betrayal ignited an inferno of rage and a singular desire: for them to suffer just as agonizingly as I had.
Then, darkness. I woke with a gasp to sunlight. The calendar read Memorial Day, the morning of the trip. This wasn't a nightmare; it was a miraculous second chance. An icy resolve hardened my core: They would pay. Every single one of them. Reborn: Femme Fatale First Daughter
Lian Shuang Mo Xuetong has lost everything. Her mother, her child, even her servants, have been killed. Betrayed, disfigured, and alone, she dies trying to destroy the people who deceived her… …and wakes up as a child again. Given a second chance, she vows to make things different. This time she will not be a naïve child. This time she is beautiful, cold, and willing to do whatever it takes to get revenge. But her plans are disrupted when she uncovers a thirty year old conspiracy that changes everything. Will she still be able to change her fate? And even if she does, will her new fate be any better, or will her hunger for revenge destroy her? Watching My Family Burn
Shi Liu I woke up floating.
Not in a dream, but tethered to a nightmare.
My body lay cold on the bed, while my son, Leo, whispered, "Papa won't wake up."
My wife, Eleanor, stood by the door, her face a mask of ice. I was a ghost, able to watch, but powerless to intervene.
Then Julian Croft appeared, oozing charm and false sympathy. The man who'd received my liver, the root of my demise.
Eleanor dismissed Leo's desperate pleas, accusing *me* of manipulation, of using our son. She chose Julian, leaving Leo behind, a small, trembling figure in our empty home.
What followed was agony. I watched my seven-year-old journey miles to her office, only to be publicly humiliated, framed by Julian, and then viciously beaten.
Eleanor, blind to the truth, abandoned him again, leaving him bruised and alone in a dark alley.
My spirit seethed, consumed by a cold, useless rage. How could she believe such lies? How could she discard her own child so easily?
The injustice was unbearable. I was murdered, my son brutalized, and the woman I loved stood by my killer. I longed to warn her, to protect Leo, but I was just air. A silent scream.
Then Julian delivered the final blow: my little boy was tossed into the freezing Hudson River.
But as Leo's small form sank into the darkness, a desperate hope ignited. A stranger, an angel, pulled him from the depths.
My death was real, my son's suffering unbearable. And now, the true battle for justice, and for Leo's future, was about to begin. 
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