Amelia McCarthy; a 21 year old young girl, coming from a good family. She is a lively college student, majoring in business. Ajax Santiago; a 26 year old hot billionaire and a Mafia King to all the other mafia. When Ajax sets his eyes on the beautiful Amelia, he couldn't help himself but make her his queen whether she likes it or not. --------------- The sun had set by now and street lights were lit in the dark. Amelia was walking when suddenly she felt someone following her. Goosebumps raised on the back of her neck at the thought. She looked back and as she did, a shriek left her lips. There he was, standing in all his glory, right in front of her. 'AJAX SANTIAGO' The man whom she feared, the man she had escaped was standing right in front of her. She knew, she was doomed. He was there to get her. Ajax looked back with an evil smirk formed on his perfect lips. "Hello Love!" ----------- The first thing Amelia felt after gaining her consciousness back was the slight ache in her head.She shook her head a little to clear her vision so that she could see properly. Her eyes widened and a frightening scream left her lips. There he was, the devil of her life, sitting on the big seat with a glass of some expensive wine in his hand. A gun placed at the table in front of him. He tsked; "You scream a lot, love" -------------- If you have a liking towards forced relationships which include cold, cruel and selfish Mafia king falling in love with a pretty girl and doing every right and wrong in his will to make her his. Then this story is for you. Their relationship might be toxic at some stages but it won't be abusive. The beginning of the story contains non-abusive forced romance. It progresses from non-con to consensual sweet and caring love. There are further descriptive details in the Description chapter and a prologue containing scenes from all phases of LIJAX Love.

A story about two powerful mafia families from Italy and Russia who agreed to have an alliance through a marriage of convenience. It's a story of a broken soul who was used a pawn in the game of power. It's a story of Serafina who shares her guide to mafia marriages and how to survive one.

The woods were silent, cloaked in mist and mystery. Twigs cracked beneath his boots as Jeon Jungkook walked with calculated steps, the chill of the forest matching the cold in his eyes. But something shifted-an instinct sharpened by years of distrust. He halted. There was someone behind him. In a blink, he turned and slammed the figure against a tree, one hand gripping the collar while the other drew a gleaming pocket knife from his coat. Its blade kissed the soft skin of the person's throat-threatening, precise, unflinching. His cold gaze met wide, terrified eyes. It was her. But he didn't move. His expression remained carved in stone-emotionless and cruel. The knife stayed near her neck as his breath hitched, not from shock, but from something darker. "Why the f*ck are you following me?" he growled, his voice low and venom-laced. "I-I... y-young m-master, I-I was a-afraid t-to stay there a-alone... t-that's why I f-followed y-you..." she stammered, her voice trembling like the rest of her. Fear shimmered in her eyes-but he didn't care. He didn't flinch. Instead, with no warning, no mercy, he leaned in and crashed his lips onto hers-rough, demanding, and overpowering. It wasn't love. It wasn't gentle. It was a storm. prince x maid

Adirath Singh Rathore × Sanskriti Sharma Healed Hearts Series: Book 2 Can Be read as Standalone Adirath Singh Rathore, the Hukum of Rajasthan. A king feared by men and obeyed by institutions, Adirath lives by unbreakable rules forged by witnessing cruelty within his own family. He despises lies, refuses emotional dependence, and believes love is a weakness capable of destroying order. Sanskriti Sharma, a girl blamed for her mother's death, starved of affection, denied safety, and surrounded by men who either ignored her suffering or exploited it - learns early that survival means becoming invisible. Her only protectors are her brother, Rohan, and her nani. And when her nani dies, the last shield disappears. Their worlds collide through fate and force. The first time he sees her, something primal awakens inside him - an instinct to claim, to protect, to make her his own. He forces her into marriage. It is a story about power being undone by gentleness - and a woman learning that love does not have to be earned through suffering.

𝓦𝓪𝓲𝓽, 𝓚𝓲𝓽𝓽𝓮𝓷, 𝓾𝓷𝓽𝓲𝓵 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓼𝓮𝓮 𝔀𝓱𝓸 𝓘 𝓽𝓻𝓾𝓵𝔂 𝓪𝓶... 𝓘 𝓪𝓶 𝓪 𝓶𝓪𝓷 𝓷𝓸𝔀. 𝓝𝓸𝓽 𝓪 𝓫𝓸𝔂. 𝓐 𝓶𝓪𝓷 𝔀𝓲𝓽𝓱 𝓭𝓮𝓼𝓲𝓻𝓮𝓼... 𝓽𝓸 𝓯𝓾𝓬𝓴 𝔂𝓸𝓾, 𝓭𝓸𝓶 𝔂𝓸𝓾, 𝓬𝓵𝓪𝓲𝓶 𝔂𝓸𝓾, 𝓹𝓸𝓼𝓼𝓮𝓼𝓼 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓹𝓻𝓸𝓽𝓮𝓬𝓽 𝔂𝓸𝓾. 𝓙𝓾𝓼𝓽 𝔀𝓪𝓲𝓽, 𝓚𝓲𝓽𝓽𝓮𝓷. "Be a good boy, hm?" You pet his head lovingly and start walking away. A second later your baby boy calls you again, so you turn. "Nuna." "Yeah?" "Don't wear those jeans again," he orders. His innocent eyes and fluffy cheeks puff up. Confused, you just nod your head before walking out again leaving behind a man whose cock is throbbing, thick and hard. For your kitten personality and mommy body. You're just the right mix he needs, you're the only one who gets him so fucking stiff with a glance. He smirks, throwing away his glasses. "Wait, kitten, until you find out who's lusting for you, until you see the man I am." ༶•┈┈┈┈┈┈୨♡୧┈┈┈┈┈•༶ ╰┈➤ ❝ jeon jungkook. ❞ ╰┈➤ ❝ smut, mature themes, language, paraphilias, shameless horny behaviour, protagonists are switches, nuna kink, baby bun kink, kitten kink etc. ❞ ╰┈➤ ❝ appearances are deceptive ;). ❞ ╰┈➤ ❝ mdi. ❞

He was her husband... But in his heart, there wasn't even a corner that belonged to Arunima. To the world, they looked like the perfect couple. Inside, they were falling apart-quietly, painfully. Arunima kept searching for a home in his arms... while Aastik drowned himself in the scent of another woman. But one night, Arunima's silence shook something deep inside him- forcing Aastik to face the truth of the marriage he had been running from. Can love return to a place it once abandoned? Or is this marriage nothing but a mask slowly breaking both of them? This is a story of hurt, longing, misunderstandings, and a love that refuses to die even after it breaks. If you love intense marriage drama, emotional betrayal, and slow-burn romance, this story is for you.

[ Political Heir × Brothel Girl ] "You see this? Take a good, long look." He gestured vaguely at her crumpled form. "Because it's the last time any of you are ever going to see her." Roshini let out a fresh sob. He ignored her. He was addressing the crowd, his audience. "I don't know which one of you sick bastards has been enjoying this, and I don't care. But the party is over. This one?" He leaned down, grabbing her chin and forcing her tear-stained, terrified face up to look at him. "She's mine now." ▪▪▪▪▪▪▪▪ I went to the brothel to drag a name through the mud. Hers. They said she was a sin men paid for, so I decided I'd be the only one who touched her life from that night on. I told myself I was punishing a lie, protecting my blood, ending a disgrace. She never cried. Never begged. Just looked at me like I was temporary. I thought I was punishing her. I thought I was ruining her. I went to ruin her life. Instead she ruined me. Slowly ruined me. ◀ | MATURE CONTENT | ▶ ▪▪▪▪▪▪▪▪ All Rights Reserved 2026 © Chiya Saxena

The unexpected death of Jeon Yoona leaves everyone in a state of shock. It felt like a personal loss to everyone around her. The hollow void she left behind in the heart of her husband could not be compared to a small word like grief. Jungkook couldn't let himself fade away with her. What would happen to the tiny lives they made together? Watching him struggle to balance his work and kids, his mother suggests him to get married again. Having enough of her everyday pestering, he reluctantly agrees. Despite knowing the struggles their married life would go through, Suzy agrees-wants to marry him. What happens when these two different worlds collide? Will she just be a mother to his children or would ever be able to come close to being a wife~ His Wife? _____

❝You mean, both of us can get benefit out of this thing?❞ "That's literally the reason people call it FWB," he sighs, tired with your innocent ramblings. "FWB?" You question, confused. Shrouding your smirk behind the tilt of your head, you continue acting oblivious. "Friends-with-benefits, you know that, don't you?" The lines on his forehead show how bothered he was by this. Everyone your age ought to know friends-with-benefits, right? "That's really a lot considering you don't even treat me as a proper friend. Can't it be called something more simple? I don't want to feel like I'm taking benefit of somebody. We can call it sex exchange? Or sexchange?" You smile proudly, coming up with it on the spot. He remains numb, staring dead ahead like always. The familiar expression of his coldness replaces his handsome features once again. So cold, a learned shudder passes down your spine. He's a snowman, he's an iceberg, always so fucking cold. Your insides prick when the expression replaces the rare mood of him wanting to talk. Talking with him is no different than talking to an inanimate object. "Fine, sexchange." "So, you agree? You'll dat- fake date me?" "I'll fuck you. That's it." *** ➼ mature content. ➼ smuts, angst, fluff, love, softness, jealousy and a cold jungkook who can fuck you harder than he hurts you.

Laxmi finds herself married to a man she was never supposed to marry. A man who looks at her like she stole something from him. But somewhere between hatred and destiny... she might just find her home. After all, every raahi eventually finds a place to stop. Tropes : • Erotic Dark Romance • Desi village romance • Touch Her and Die • Emotional intemacy / Healing • Forced Proximity • Suspense