Vivien never thought her favorite mafia novel would become her prison-until she woke up inside it, trapped as the villainess fiancée who was supposed to die. She wasn't the heroine. She was the cruel woman who tormented Alina, the girl sold to Dante Moretti. A woman hated by everyone... and killed by the man she was promised to. But Vivien remembers every page. Every betrayal. Every heartbeat before her death. Determined to rewrite her fate, she avoids Dante and Alina, hoping to stay invisible. Only Dante doesn't look away. His icy gaze follows her like a predator's hunt. The cold, ruthless mafia king becomes dangerously obsessed-with Vivien She was never meant to be loved. Now she's his only desire. And in his world, obsession never lets go. At this point she wasn't running from the plot But his obsession.. ⚠️I claim this book is mine. If u didn't liked the storyline then please don't read. Don't be rude. Thank you⚠️

Lila was just a prison cook - until the most dangerous inmate in the facility decided she belonged to him. Dante doesn't speak much. He doesn't need to. With a single look, he commands fear and absolute obedience. When his dark obsession lands on the quiet, beautiful cook, her life ends and a new one begins - one where she is claimed, marked, and bred against her will. Dragged deeper into his terrifying world of power and control, Lila fights him at every turn. But Dante is patient, ruthless, and completely unhinged in his love. He will burn letters, break bones, and shatter every piece of her old life until the only thing left is him. In his cage, she is both prisoner and queen.

#3 Legally InsanE Everything in my life was beautifully chalked out since childhood except for being smitten by my cousin's best friend . A rude mouth for others but a sweetheart for me , he made me fall for him , in my case I really fell from a height . My self esteem shattered , own respect ruined and I realized the biggest mistake of my life when he said and I quote "it was all a game for me " So I being my father's daughter , put myself back together and walked away from him with a bleeding heart but life took another nightmarish turn when he came back like a storm to ruin me again .With the same game , same rules and same false promises he thinks he can fool me twice . The height of cockiness of the Heir of a Royal legacy , the Almighty king himself is that he claims I belong to his toxic self . Tell him to dream on. °•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°• DO NOT COPY !!!

Preview: 'Stand up'. Without angering him more i stood up with a hand caressing on my cheek which has his fingers impression. 'Hands down' within a second i took my hands off my face. Tears pooled my eyes but i know better not to cry. Another hard slap, i fell to the ground tears flowed down. 'stand up' and again stood to his words. He grabbed my neck and.... A/N English is not my first language so there may be many grammatical errors. This story contains violence, abuse, bully, dark romance etc. This is purely fictional. For entertainment purposes only. I don't own any pictures its only for the references and imagination purposes. ⚠️ I do not support any of these vulgar practices # 1 in abusive content out of 13.5k stories 12.06.2024

A slow smile spread across his face. "I think God is finally on my side." My heart dropped. "Yadav..." he looked at Baba, "not only will you suffer death..." His voice turned colder. "You'll suffer through your daughter's screams too." --- "No..." I whispered, backing away. He started walking toward me. I clung to Baba, my body shaking violently. "Please..." Baba begged, his voice breaking for the first time. "Leave her... she has nothing to do with this..." But he didn't listen. He grabbed my arm and yanked me away. "BABA!" I screamed. He dragged me toward one of the rooms. I fought. Kicked. Scratched. "Leave me! Please! Let me go!" The door slammed shut. He threw me on bed..... PS - Not a love story. No happy ending.... 🏅#1 in #abusivecontent -1/4/2026 to 15/4/2026 🏅#1 in #abusivehusband - 15/4/2026 🏅#1 in #Domestiviolence - 15/4/2026

١٥٧٤♡ Luna Bellamy is your average 17-year-old-bubbly, clumsy, and hopelessly optimistic until a chance encounter with Alexander Voss, a billionaire so cold he makes winter seem warm. What starts as a disastrous meet-cute spirals into a gilded nightmare when Alexander decides he needs her. ࿔‧ ֶָ֢˚˖𐦍˖˚ֶָ֢ ‧࿔ Forced into a marriage of secrets and control, Luna discovers her new husband isn't just rich... he's dangerous. Mafia dealings, illegal empires, and a love that borders on madness-Alexander's world is a web of shadows. But the more Luna uncovers, the harder it is to deny the heat between them. He's obsessed. She's trapped. And love? It's the deadliest drug of all. Will Luna escape his gilded cage, or will she surrender to the man who'd burn the world to keep her? ١٥٧٤♡ 🔥 Perfect for readers who crave - Dark, possessive romance - Forced proximity & twisted chemistry - A heroine who laughs through tears - A hero who's equal parts villain and addiction - Mafia secrets, dangerous liaisons, and a love that ruins "I'll destroy anyone who touches you." - Alexander Voss Rank: #1 mafiaprincess °‧🫧⋆.ೃ࿔*:･١٥٧٤♡

Wolf-men, a dying breed that only produces male. How do they fix that? Simple! They kidnap human women and make them their mates. While running away from her abusive mother, Ember becomes one of these kidnapped women. The wolf-man takes her to his cave where she has no chance of escape unless she wants to plummet to her death. What will happen to her? With she escape or will she forever be in the cave? Officially finished September 18, 2022. Edited 2023. Sequel published August 1, 2023.

Don't come closer... please... I'm your sister's best friend...He stripped away not just her clothes, but her safety, her dignity, her sense of being. He was lost in a place of his own shattered trust, where the only thing he could silence was his own pain-by giving it to someone else...... In the heart of Delhi's luxury and silence, three lives intertwine-Raya, the gentle sister; Abhishek Rana, a powerful man with a storm beneath his calm; and Aayna, a bright, soft-hearted girl trying to survive a world that never gave her a choice. > ⚠️ Trigger Warning: This story contains graphic depictions of rape, physical and emotional abuse, violence, and suicidal themes. Reader discretion is strongly advised.

I thought monsters lived in nightmares. Then I met him. Rudra is powerful, feared, and impossible to defy. When he took me into his mansion, I thought it was to save me. I was wrong. His kindness hides chains. His touch burns like fire and freezes like ice. And his love... it's the kind that leaves marks you can't see, but feel every time you breathe. I should hate him. I should run. But every time I try, I end up right where he wants me in his arms, in his shadow... in his control. This isn't a love story. It's a trap I can't escape. ---

The National Defence Academy wasn't made for girls like her. It was built of granite and bloodlines, shaped by discipline, rank, and inherited pride. Its walls echoed with the footfalls of sons from powerful families, names passed down like medals-Ranas, Rathores, Malhotras. Not Verma. Not her. She earned her place. Through grit. Pain. And top scores. But no one cared about merit inside those gates. Not when he set his eyes on her. --- He noticed her on the third day. Pale skin flushed from the heat. Uniform a bit too loose. Marching a beat too slow. Weak by academy standards. Interesting by his. Major General Veer Pratap Singh did not entertain weakness. He hunted it. Broke it. Reshaped it. And when he looked at her-barely nineteen, lost among cadets bred for this world-he didn't see a mistake. He saw a challenge. > "Bring her to me." That was the first command. The beginning of a quiet, brutal undoing. --- She didn't understand, at first, why the air in the mess hall froze when he entered. Why the most feared, decorated officer in the country stared at her like she'd done something wrong just by existing. Why whispers followed her down every corridor: > *"She's the one he picked."* > *"The General's little cadet."* --- He never raised his voice. He didn't need to. His silence carried the weight of war. And before she could resist, before she could run-he was already under her skin. Controlling her sleep. Her schedule. Her meals. Her mind. And eventually-her heart. But that was the most dangerous part. Because love was never part of his war strategy. Only submission. --- > *This wasn't a story of romance.* > *It was a slow invasion. A quiet claiming.* > *And by the time she realized what he was doing... it was far too late to retreat.* ---