#Dreame Love story Contest What happens when a Queen Serpent falls in love with an Alpha running for the king? Her Nemesis? Serpent Queen Sarvayoni is funny, witty, arrogant, a little stubborn, and a bit short-tempered, but a cunning cobra with a golden heart. A shape-shifter, Queen Sarvayoni has been blessed with the power to guise into any living creature. Be it a vampiress or a she-wolf. Twenty and four, she thinks of herself as tough, bold, fearless, and rebellious who is complete as she was. It was until she stumbled into the arms of her sworn enemy. Alpha Rudransh is the ruler of the Vinayaka peck. A thirty-something, he is a smart, powerful, intelligent, clever, and drop-dead gorgeous black wolf. His heritage, Alpha city, is magnificent. It is developed, rich, and famous amongst 49 subcontinents of Alphas in Cape Comorin. The wolves are living ahead of time in a super luxurious and comfortable lifestyle with elective democracy. It has everything that her country lacks. Recently, the government has taken over the Surp-smarajya, the country of serpents co-ruled by Queen Sarvayoni and her husband King Vachaspati, putting a full stop to age-old rivalry, destroying her world. But it is not the end for Sarvayoni to take anything less. The Queen seeks revenge. Burning in vengeance, she kills Luna Aradhya. She becomes Luna Aradhya. She has it all figured out. She has a plan. But what she did not see coming was the turmoil of uncontrollable emotions that made her heart skip beats and a lust for power. In the world of demons and angels, in Alpha city, she has truths to unveil that will put questions on her own identity. With Alpha King Atharva set for retirement, she can become the new Luna Queen…all she has to do is pretend. But the contest for the position isn't a stroll on the path. It will test her boundaries, she has no other option but to get along with Alpha. Only till the contest…She tells herself. Life is supposed to be simple unless she finds herself in one of the biggest conflicts of one's life. Sarvayoni has a past. Alpha Rudransh has a future. The present needs to be figured out. Sarvayoni… One should never find their husband's murderer, destroyer of one's world and life attractive. I should be feeling pure, naked hate towards the gorgeous six feet tall mighty werewolf. Granted he is more gorgeous than my dead husband, exceptionally clever and knows to lead. He is a wolf of wisdom, power, and valour but the pluses shouldn't excel the minuses. I can't stare at his gorgeous face. His sparkling eyes cannot give me jitters. I cannot fall for him. I am vengeful. I seek revenge from the Alpha and his kind. He has destroyed my world, taken it over, and flipped the ancient heritage into a modern marvel. He brought misery into my life. I had to live on the street and survive the trauma of hardship. For three years, I have fostered hatred, venom, and a wish of destroying him to the very core. Nothing can change in a matter of months. I am a Serpent. He is a wolf. We cannot be together. ~~ Rudransh… I love Aaradhya. She is my best friend and the best mate I can ever have. I cannot cheat on her. No matter what my wolf craves for or how rude she has become, she is my mate and it should be only her that I want. The sexual dilemma isn't for the wolves. She'd never be able to tolerate sharing me with anyone, especially my beta! She loathes Shantanu. I should not look at him that way too. Can a wolf be bi-sexual?

Komal Singh Sikarwar thought she had gotten over her haunting past, buried her love for her ex-boyfriend, and moved on with life. What she didn't know was her past had never stopped chasing her! The day, she got engaged to a Prince was the day he returned with a storm in his eyes and a passion would destroy both of them. But this time, he wasn't simply a business empire heir. He was the ruler with immense power and a desire to possess her-whether she wanted it or not! *** Vihaan Malhotra couldn't forget her after all those years. She was his one true love. The woman who had made his heart leap with joy and agony. Their break up was still a mystery for him and a wound that never healed. But he wasn't just any man to weep, curse and do nothing. He was a ruthless demon dressed in exclusively designed suits. It didn't matter that she would be a princess soon or that her brother was contesting for the General Election. The power and patriarchy be it-when he is set on a mission to make her his! **BLOOPER** "You don't know what you're getting yourself into, Vihaan. My fiance is a Crown Prince and my brother is a Member of Parliament. You won't see the dawn if you even touch a strand of me." She whimpered as my fingers dug deep in her flesh. I could see it in her eyes. She was scared and angry. Her hypnotizing eyes were challenging me to do something self-destructive. What she didn't know was my obsession with her had been destroying me for years already. ⚠️ Smut Ahead- Read cautiously

Hi, I’m Pietro Boselli, a wannabe detective whose life is anything but beautiful. I hate my job. My family has disowned me, the girl I love has abandoned me (like literally abandoned, she didn’t even leave a text before disappearing from my life) and I feel like shit. Ah, my beautiful ex-girlfriend, Kiara! Kiara Aronson was everything I wasn’t. She was gorgeous, intelligent, rich, and funny. We met at a high school party and I fell in love with her at the first sight. We dated, we split, we dated again and she abandoned me. She moved on and I didn’t. I drank every night to forget her while yelling colourful words at my fatty neighbour who brings a different girl home every night. I had almost forgotten her when a mysterious murder case brought the wave of colour in my life along with Kiara whose brother is the accused. Kiara was desperate and I wasn’t. She was successful and I wasn’t. She wanted to do nothing with me and I wasn’t. With Kiara hot on the tails of the murderer to acquit her brother from the judicial custody and my obsessive love to get her and finding the lost love and purpose of my life while fighting against the killer who would bend the hell to have the life of Kiara―would I regain the lost love and make something out of my shitty life? Or I am destined to die a loner? They say too much of anything is hazardous. Is loving someone too much a crime or it would force me to commit a couple of crimes?

#TheEilteAcademy The Starkids Academy is an exclusive school for the superstar's spoiled children where no 'ordinary outsider' was allowed to set foot in. Glimmering with luxury of the star world and unimaginable comforts, it wasn't a perfect place to start a fresh life, at least not for a girl who had been bullied half of her life and kicked out by her parents for choosing a mess for a guy. But the beggars can't be choosers.' In the world of countless miseries, Skanda Bharti had nothing but a few penny worthy scores. She could do all but take chances. The Bills were piled in the corner of her boyfriend's cramped apartment who had already dumped her for a sexy slut, and had hardly given her any option but to take whatever job that paid her survival needs. 'Guess, I am a guest lecturer at twenty-two!' She mused, already squirming in discomfort at the title. Life was hard on her and it was about to get harder. A night before her due acceptance, Skanda happened to get an invitation to a friend's party where she all but screwed the rich superstar's kid. Little did she know, Shawn Taylor would be one of her dreadful 'students' of the Starkid Academy. How will she survive in the captivating world of glamour full of angry teenagers when the charming face of Shawm had already scooped her feet? In addition, the rulebook of the Academy rules out any sexual relationships between the teachers and students. **Blooper** 'I want to do it again!' Shawn whispered huskily as he pinned my squirming body against the locker. He was tall and built, stating the obvious hours spent in the gym. 'We...we..can't!' I mentally smacked myself for stuttering, but it was hard to centralise my thoughts when a son of Zeus was peering at me seductively. 'Umm?' The questioning moan was a turn on. 'Let me see how long you can resist! It's going to be fun, Ms. Teacher.' He challenged and throwing a smug smirk left me in a pool of messed up thoughts.

Joon Park is a normal young boy, fresh out of school and all set to start college in a couple of months. He is nineteen with a slim figure, small face, puffy Korean eyes with double eyelids, straight eyebrows, and enviously flawless skin something his identical twin Jeenie Park shares with him. Twelve years of education has finally earned him a chance of breaking through the patriarchy and making his dream come true. He can finally move out of his stereotypical parent's house and live a life of his only there is one problem. he was sure he wouldn't be letting anything in the world to s

Sahababad was one of the presidential towns ruled over by the Al Said dynasty, the former sultanate of the region, and the most influential house of the land. The presence of the Al Said dynasty on the land was said to be immemorial and that it was known to be there since the rising of the time. The rules of humanity were given deaf ears by those in power, so where the women's ear-piercing screams of denial. The ruler of Sahababad and the leader of 'Azazela', a local mafia, popularly named by the natives, for the fact that the premises recognized as headquarters of the city lacked any sort of greenery. He was Sheikh Iblis Al Said. A man full of craziness, with the hunger of power in his eyes; he was recognized as a man possessed by Satan who wanted to conquer the world of evils. The hunger had turned into starvation over time and he becomes accustomed to having his way into everything. He was the person who hadn't heard a 'no' for an answer in his life of thirty years― perhaps that was a reason that he was so keen on conquering her. He was sure; he didn’t love, it was far from l**t. He, himself, didn't know what it was that was making him go crazy over her, compelling him to have her, but it was somewhere near love, hanging on the edge of l**t. It was... an obsession. She was his obsession who he desperately wanted to control to give relief to his bruised esteem. ------ Clutching the duvet tight; she secured it around her body covering the ruminants of her modesty. She was still breathing harshly. 'Useless to cover what the man has already seen.' He winked at her while walking past her.

DAILY UPDATES Swamy thinks she is an ordinary girl, a student of creative writing who has been blessed with the art to bring her imagination into life through words, plots, and presentation, she had been living a normal life—having outings with friends and dates with boyfriends, until the day she went to attend the burial of her cousin, Rustom. Swamy realized that carving life out of imagination wasn’t her only destiny. Instead, she had been born to accomplish bigger deeds. She was a saviour. Civilization is going to be destroyed if Swamy doesn’t do something. Desis, the evil wizard, who had been turned into a jinxed bat by Sanuali centuries back, was to regain his power. Once powerful, he was determined to spread evil in every fibre of the universe and the human civilization was on his next target. A Swastika amulet is needed by Desis to regain his lost power while using the same, he could be destroyed. Swamy realized, she had a treasure awaiting including the amulet, but it was too late. A hunt has begun by the evils and the defenders. Would Swamy be able to save her and the sorcerer’s world by finding the amulet before Desis could? ______ ‘Follow the pattern of the universe. A gift is waiting for you!’ The wind howled, making her shudder. Swamy stepped away from the coffin terrified and sweating. She looked around to find people in their ordinary parlance, mourning over the loss of a young gem unaware of anything that had happened to her. Only a pair of sapphire eyes were looking at her intently as if aware of what had just happened. She stared back for a couple of minutes, but then averted her eyes to the ground, looking at the corpse of her cousin, Rustom.

“Should someone beg for forgiveness for harboring an impossible love? No. Certainly Not. I am not sorry for loving her even when I know she cannot reciprocate it.” Dreaming of an enchanting future filled with passionate romance and never-ending delight, Surya fell in love with Sonia, a classmate who had nothing to do with love. The picture becomes a little delightful when she readily accepted his friendship, but it was never enough. Craving for something more than friendship, Surya follows the assistance offered by his ‘experienced’ friends in an endeavor to vow her, but fate had something else planned for him. Instead of inclining in his arms, Sonia declined his every approach as if adamant on shutting herself out. One moment, Surya feels he has finally made a place in her heart and is close to turning his dream into a reality only to be slapped back to reality the very next moment. Overwhelmed with rejections and denials, Surya formed every hypothesis for her hesitation, but the truth was something beyond his thesis. More relevant than ever before―Surya understands the reasons for Sonia’s resistance and takes an oath to shake her beliefs―His dreams shook to the core when Sonia declined to accept the offered hand and step out of the shelter. The boy with the dream, a girl with her own set of perspectives, four best friends ready to die, and lovely and strict parents to support and oppose the actions. Will Surya be allowed to fulfill his dream, or will destiny turn the table?

‘I want you to sleep with me, Ms. Rajput. I wish to have s*x with you before you officially become someone else’s wife. Now it is in your hand if you want to accept it or not. You know me better to understand that I do not force people into something they do not want to do. It is your wish if you accept my offer—it will be only one night or should I say few hours, or if you wish to reject it—well all I can say is best of luck for your future with that sickening over aged husband of yours who would make your first time even more horrible.’ Said Vihaan, stepping closer to Komal. He palmed her breasts, squeezing one as he looked straight in her eyes, eliminating the distance between their lips.