Forced Marriage Novels

Life is something which doesn't happen according to our wish, but thrills us with it's unexpected twists and turns. For most of the girls,life is an everyday challenge. From her birth,she faces problems in many forms- girl discrimination, love, lust, betrayal, s*xual harassment, acid attacks and many more. This book is a war against acid attacks on girls. Everyday we read about acid attacks on girls, in newspaper. In this book, let's see how RUDRANI fights with fate, life, society and wins her life. The real men never fall for outer beauty of a girl. He will try to read her heart and loves her as she is. Let's see whether ASHUTOSH is a real man to understand RUDRANI or a normal guy who hurts her as everyone do. Love is a magical word which had power even to tranform a life of a person who doesn't have any hope on life. It can heal a heart or break a heart. Let's see whether ASHUTOSH heals RUDRANI or further breaks already broken her heart one more time. *************** YOU ARE BEAUTIFUL NOOOOOOOO Rudrani PoV: My head, face and body were aching badly. I am unable to open my eyes. But somehow I opened my eyes. I looked around once. I found doctors and nurse. It means I am in hospital. "Maa" I tried to say. Nurse came to me. "Rudrani, are you ok? " I nodded. I remembered that day where that idiot attacked me with acid for refusing his love proposal. Acid? How am I now? I tried to touch my face but nurse stopped me as they kept glucose to my hand. "I want to see my face" I said to nurse in very low voice. "Rudrani, your face was tied with bandage. It underwent 12 surgeries till now after acid attack" nurse said shocking me. "Bandages will be removed in a week. You can see your face then. Be brave" she said and left. After a week, my bandages were removed. Doctor asked me to see my face. "NOOO" I said as I got terrified seeing my face. No, it's not me. It's not me. It's not me. I said to myself though my inner self was saying to me that it's me and from now I am going to live with that face. I remembered my olden days where I won Ms Beautiful smile for fresher's day. My friends used to say I have very beautiful smile which can easily take away heart of anyone. I smiled at their praises. Because I didn't want to take away heart of anyone. I just want to focus on my dreams and life. But now along with my beauty, my dreams too faded. How can I go out with this face? How can I show my this face to people around me? I cried uncontrollably for 3 months. What did I do to deserve this? How can that pervert change my life completely within a second? After 3 months, I was discharged and came to home. Mom and my younger sister Ushasri consoled me. But my dad who never likes me as he hates girl child, started scolding me. "That's why I said not to send this girl to college. Education is not for girls. I told you to get her married at 14 years itself. But you didn't listen to me. Now no one marries her. She perm...

After Amber Louise Yzabelle ran away when she knew that she was pregnant and thought her man died in the accident, she started to live independently with her son, Ethan. Until she met Barack, a renowned businessman who was once her boss and she as the secretary became her fiance. As fate plays her so well, they have to deal with a business in the Philippines where Amber originally came from. What if the father of her son was actually alive but did not know that they had a child would cross on her path once again? Would she introduce her son to him or stand that it was hers and Barack's son? Would she forget and bury everything in the past or she will choose to Remember the forgotten? *************** Remembering the forgotten Chapter One I pushed the white window curtain in our room sidewards to check the weather outside. The environment was dark and shady as the sun was covered by full gray clouds. Dry orange leaves scattered along the way and the trees were lifeless, taken by the cold breeze of winter. It's the first week of December and everyone was preparing for the winter season. However, we are doing different. We are scheduled to go to the Philippines for one and a half weeks of Barack's business deal. Not even a single plan of me to go back there as I have left a lot of miseries and memories. But, as Barack's former secretary and her fiancé, I have to go with him as a support and assistance to a place foreign to him. He has been so good to me and to my son, Ethan since I have met him. I think he deserves my full support even if it would cause me to reminisce about my past. I heaved a deep sigh, pulled back the curtain and fixed the collar of my white turtle neck long sleeve top tucked with black fitted jeans and black tassel loafer with a combination of white on the front. I stepped my foot on the way to the full length mirror and fixed my light brown wavy hair flowing down to my shoulders then tucked it to my ears. I forced a smile before grabbing the winter blazer on the coat hanger beside me. Just in time, the door opened exposing our personal assistant, Elaine. "Are you ready, Yzabelle? " she asked, walking inside the room, dragging our suitcase. I smiled at her and said, "Yeah, maybe. I was just excited to see our homeland. Please bring the suitcases down and I'll check my son there. " She immediately nodded and did what was told. Elaine is also a Filipina like me who went here in Italy to work. I met her three years ago and decided to hire her as our house keeper and assistant to look after my son, instead. She knew my story and was the same as me with her. I didn't see her only as our helper but also as my friend and compa...

"So please tell us, sir. What is your greatest weakness?" "Losing my wife", he grinned, glancing at his woman, Delia, with a goddess-like aura seated next to him. The interviewer cooed, "Aww, that's beautiful. What will you say is your greatest strength?" "Having my wife", he waved at his beloved-who sat with her legs crossed, smirking at the interviewer. The interviewer awwed, "Okay sir, last question... How would you describe your wife?" His lips grew into a devious grin, uncontrollably holding the hand of his heart's desire. "The best dream no man but me deserves". The entire audience clapped in adoration. Delia smiled, glancing at her husband then back at the interviewer. The interviewer then asked, "And sir, bonus question, how would you describe your marriage?" "A condom". Delia, his wife then chipped in, "A paranormal one, at that". "One that none of us can escape, unless we go boom!" He smiled. *************** Nerd In A Paranormal Condom Rating ___________________________________________ This book is rated 16+, readers discretion is advised. SVNL Chapters of this book contains graphics writings not suitable for young readers. It consists of gore, strong language, steamy scenes, racism and discrimination, offensive and insensitive characters and thoughts. If you are at all sensitive to religion diversity, racism, sex and anything related to the listed, please read at your own discretion. All are thought from the character's point of view in life, alongside the author's belief. You have been warned! Do not troll or leave negative comments because you disagree with aspects of this book-you are free at anytime to stop reading; do not try to spread your hate to a person's book. Every content of this book is pure fiction. If there are any similarities to reality, it is a complete coincidence. Thank you and please don't forget to comment and vote! NOTE: This is book one of the D'KAT series. The series of 4 sisters. It is also a STANDALONE, you do not need to read it to understand the other books or vise versa. This book focuses on one of the sisters, D. This book is a combination of two different countries and cultures. Nigerian and American. Some native languages and local slangs are used purposely by the characters (the words that are slanted), but all are translated for foreigners' better understanding. And any word you notice without a bracket, it means that it doesn't hold any importance to the sentence; it's just an exclamation or causal sound used. This is a slow burn novel, the characters' development are slow and gradual, so to understand reactions of characters in certain chapters. The MCs' meeting starts all the way in chapter 13, but before that, you'll have a great understanding with the characters. This book ISN'T fully edited, so you might notice a few errors. Apologies for any mistake you might encounter, all will be noted down and corrected as soon as...

Marisa, sweet and a talented dancer who runs a dance institute with her best friend. What happens when one of her students is the niece of her ex-husband. Will she be able to forget her past and give a second chance to Alex? Alex, a workaholic and a determined guy who has never failed to accept all his flaws. A guy who has always owned up to all his mistakes. But one of the biggest mistakes was to let go of his wife three years ago. Will the guilt-ridden Alex be able to convince Marisa to come back in his life? Two individuals who were once bound by the law; but circumstances tore them apart. However, after three years, destiny bought them in front of each other. Will they be able to move forward together with help of their friends and family? And will love blossom between them? Join the journey of Alex and Marisa! <3 *************** Heart Beats For You Chapter 1 ‘Finally! A start to something new. It has been three long years, and it's about time to let everything go and have a fresh start. ' This was the very first thought that came into Alex's mind as he entered his new apartment, which was on the ninth floor of the building. The past three years have been hard for him. Divorce from his wife, the true colors of his ex-girlfriend, his parent's disapproval of his behavior, his efforts to mend his relationship with his sisters, everything has taken a toll on him. For the past three years, he had been living with guilt and he still feels at fault for his actions. He looked at his apartment and had a satisfied grin on his face. It wasn't anything exclusive but a comfortable condo for him, just as he likes it. It has been a while since he has started to live in his comfort zone. He sometimes felt like smacking himself for not changing his attitude sooner because if he did then not only his life but even others' lives would have been much easier. He gave a long sigh, took a shower, and was about to go to bed earlier than usual until he heard the loud music which was coming from downstairs. He groaned and dragged himself to have a few words with the owner. Hopefully, it was not some young adult who likes to throw late-night parties on a regular basis. The irony of life. He used to be that kind of guy who used to have late parties every other night, but with age, things do change. He is not an old fellow with gray hair; he is a young man who is almost thirty. He is just more mature than other guys his age. Life and experience do that to you or any other person in this world. As and when he was walking down the stairs, the music got louder, and it was doing nothing but aggravating him more with each passing second. He took a deep breath and rang the bell just before the music stopped. Some timing the keeper has. He might as well have a word with the respective owner so that t...

He was cursed by a sorceress to hell where he exhausts decades of his life crawling his way up until he becomes the king that rules the dark lands in the pit of hell. For hundreds of years, he longed to be human again, to breathe in the fresh air of the earth above. He was waiting until the right time, the right key that could set him free back above the pit of darkness. But he was not ready when that key turned to be a very beautiful innocent woman that was mated to him, the descendant of the sorceress herself. ********* From a very young age, she had been alone survival. Her parents had died in a tragic accident, according to the police report. But she knew it wasn't an accident, it was fate as her elders had explained to her days after the incident. Her elders also guided her all through her adolescent life, up until she reached adulthood. Then they unveiled her true destiny as they told her that she was to set the dark lord free. She was skeptical but mesmerized when she saw the handsome, arrogant, c *************** Mated to the Dark Lord The Beginning Hundreds and hundreds of years ago "Arkael my king, please do not this to us, we have been following your order... you can not take our livelihood away. How are we supposed to fend for our needs? our children, our elders, please my king, I beg you... " she was kneeling down begging him. "You have been warned shaman, we do not take lightly on witchcraft in our kingdom. Enough! I've heard plenty from my advisors. You and your people are to leave the kingdom, and search for another place to live. " The handsome king Arkael stood up, and was about to leave his throne when the old woman took out her hand. She held out an old dirty pouch, and took out a hand full of what looked like dust and blew it onto his face, then drop the rest to the floor. It blew up in smoke, his guards were suddenly holding her down but her voice was loud and threatening when she chanted her words and cursed him to damnation. King Arkael vanished into thin air, and she was decapitated on the spot. ******* "Arrghhh... ughh... " what did she just do to me. My body felt hot, my skin was burning, like hot flaming fire was licking all over my body. I could still hear her, chanting the words of a language that I did not even recognize. I could feel myself falling fast to a never-ending black pit, where is she sending me to? She cursed me, I told her to leave my kingdom and she cursed me. I had defended her, I had spared her and her people's lives and let them walked away from my kingdom and she cursed me to. . where am I? It was not until my body crashed to the black soil I could see my surroundings, vast deserted land of nothingness, sky tinted in a deeper shade of red in a much darker color than the evening summer sun. It was a hot surrounding but somehow I feel cold like I was dead inside. Am I dead? did she kill me? am I in hell? I winced as I felt the hurt in body, I tried to move but it seem

Meet Khadeejah Muhammad Agogo, the beloved and only daughter of Alhaji Muhammad Agogo and the heiress of a multimillion company. A headstrong, spoiled brat, who has a strong dislike for the poor. But what happens when she crosses paths with the witty Yushraf Sufyaan Imam and develops feelings for the lower class man, whom after the death of his parents was left to take care of his twin sister. Will their relationship work out? Or will there be hurdles hindering it? Find out by reading this mind blowing book ❤️ *************** My Crush Chapter 1 Deejah's POV "Deejah! Deejah! Deejah! " I heard someone calling my name from what seemed like a distance. "Who the hell is calling me this early! " I grumbled, with my eyes still closed. Groggily, I was about to open my eyes, when mum suddenly barged into my room, uninvited. "Won't you come down for breakfast? " She questioned, gazing intently at me. "Your dad has been waiting for you for a while now. His tea has gotten cold, just because of you. " She queried. Before I could give her a reply, she had already turned around and walked out of the room. I go out of the comfort of my bed and rushed to the bathroom to take care of my business. Emerging from the bathroom, I sauntered to the closet and put on a maroon colored gown, with a scarf tied around my head. Immediately I was done, I left the room for the dinning. "Good morning, dad," I greeted and took a seat on one of the chairs, beside him. "Good morning, my princess. " He smiled at me. "how was your night? " "It was fine, dad. " I responded, before turning to my mum and greeting her as well. "Good morning, mum. " She responded nonchalantly, in an almost inaudible voice - like a grumble. By the way she responded to my greeting and the demeanor she had on, anyone could tell the type of relationship we shared. I was much closer to my dad, than I was with her. Right from when I was just a just a kid, she had thought dad spoiled me too much. It aggravated her. My mum, Hajiya Rukkayah, was a simple, yet strict woman. She was very gorgeous. Her one sided dimple made me admire her. Though she always reprimanded me for every single mistake, I understood it was because she wanted to instill good morals in me. Because she believed it was women's job to take care of their home singlehandedly, she remained a housewife. My dad, Alhaji muhammad Agogo was the most handsome man I had ever seen. His smile alone, meant the whole world to me. As the only child he had, he loved me immensely...