She prayed for freedom. He gave her chains... and called it love. She was innocent. A girl of faith, raised on temple bells and whispered prayers. He was ruthless. A mafia don who ruled Mumbai with blood and bullets. When her father made a deal with the devil, she was given away as payment. A forced marriage sealed not with love, but with power. To the world, Aarav Malhotra was untouchable. To her, he was terror wrapped in a black sherwani. Her husband. Her cage. Her obsession. She prayed for freedom. But he whispered against her ear, "The only god you'll ever worship, jaan... is me." A story of forbidden love, dangerous obsession, and a marriage written in fire and blood. Warning: ⚠️ This story contains dark romance, forced marriage, violence, obsession, and 18+ content. Read at your own risk.

"Please let me go." I scream hitting my fists against his back. My hands hit him repeatedly. He drops me down suddenly and for a second I thought he was letting me go. ♡~♡~♡~♡~♡~♡~♡ ✦ "𝐀 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐟 𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐝, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚 𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐠𝐚𝐳𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐬 𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐞... 𝐨𝐫 𝐬𝐚𝐟𝐞." ✦ ♡~♡~♡~♡~♡~♡~♡ ⋆. 𐙚˚࿔ Mysteker 𝜗𝜚˚⋆ I scream loudly from frustration I throw everything across the room. The TV smashes. Glass decor shatters. The room becomes a mess. Tears sting my eyes. I scream again. Then I feel his arms around me. Caging me into a hug as I let out a sob of frustration. I'm stuck here. Again. ♡~♡~♡~♡~♡~♡~♡ Aurora has been stalked for the past 3 months by a man who she drunkingly spent a night with. She has no memory of his face making it harder to find out who he is. Aurora has no clue that her stalker could be someone far or someone so close to her. ♡♡♡ Noah has been fascinated and obsessed with Aurora ever since that night and decides to stalk her after realising she has no memory of him, making it a game for Aurora to find out his actual identity. ♡~♡~♡~♡~♡~♡~♡

Carefully hidden secrets are suddenly exposed, and two strong women are forced to make choices that will make or break not only their futures, but the lives of those they care about most. A choice to survive, or a choice to truly live. Is it really possible to pick up the pieces and find a life when all of your hopes and dreams lie shattered on the floor? **Please be warned that this book contains, violence, abuse and other difficult themes. This is book 3 in Mind's Beautiful Prison Series. If you haven't read book 1 and 2, this book is not a stand-alone and I recommend starting at the beginning of the series.** Mind's Beautiful Prison #1 Secrets Love & Lies #2 Mind's Cage Door #3

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.* ---

⸻❀❦❀⸻ **𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝑀𝒶𝒻𝒾𝒶 𝒟𝑜𝓃'𝓈 𝐵𝒶𝓁𝓁𝑒𝓇𝒾𝓃𝒶** ⸻❀❦❀⸻ She was "perfection"*-an ethereal ballerina, "blind yet breathtaking, fragile yet untouchable." A delicate doll crafted for the stage, never meant for the hands of men. But "Damian Romanov was never just a man." He had always watched her-not with admiration, but with "obsession." A dark, merciless desire that saw her not as a dream, but as something to "own, to break, to ruin." She was "his" to shatter, "his" to collect when there was nothing left but "silent screams and trembling hand." At times, she was "beyond repair" yet she knew-no one would take her from him. Not her father, the Capo who lived only to serve him. Not his fiancée, Not even his own father, the man who once ruled before him-because no one stood in Damian Romanov's way. Once, her "cage was golden." Now, it was "platinum-stronger, colder, inescapable." ⸻❀❦❀⸻ **𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝑀𝒶𝒻𝒾𝒶 𝒟𝑜𝓃'𝓈 𝒞𝒶𝑔𝑒** ⸻❀❦❀⸻ ⚠️ 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆: 𝐓𝐑𝐔𝐄 𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐊 𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄 ⚠️ This is not a fairytale-it's obsession, ruin, and submission. A world where love is a weapon and pleasure bleeds into pain. #ExplicitSmut #BDSM #NonCon #DubCon #Violence #Bloodshed #MafiaBrutality #PowerImbalance #Possession #Captivity

I hear Timothy huff. "Come back to the house voluntarily and I'll go easy on you for your punishment." He sounds bored. I guess he's not enjoying running after me anymore. Still I ignore him and continue to walk forward. My walk is more like a drunken wobble now. Everything hurts. I get a few feet further before he pulls me back by my hair. "Stop being stubborn." It feels like he's trying to pull my hair from my scalp. I scream and scratch at his hands. "Let me go!" "You like it when I chase after you. Huh, Rose." He's breathing hard. Oh my god. This is really how I'm going to die. He pushes me onto the ground then grabs my leg. I grab and claw at the ground as he starts to drag me back towards the house. Stones, roots and dirt rub against my body scratching me. I can't continue to be dragged like this. We are at least three miles away from his house. "Let me up, I can walk!" I can barely recognize my own voice. It's so raw. He continues to drag me for a little while longer before picking me up and throwing me over his shoulder. My body hangs from his limp. When we arrive at the house he takes me straight to his bedroom. He tosses me on the bed like I'm a pillow making my head bang against the headboard. I grab my head and cover my face. "Strip." He breaks the silence. This is darker than Mia.

Thomas Sighing I pull Mia into my arms. She groans a little so I know she is still awake, at least enough to hear what I am about to say. "If you leave me I will hunt you down and drag you back here. I will chain you to my bed and you will never see the light of day again. I know everything about you down to the teacher you had in the first grade Mrs. Hughes at HillCrest elementary in Marietta Georgia. Mia I will give you the entire world, but I will take everything away from you if you try to run from me, so I suggest you be a good girl and stay put." She's got me too hooked to let her get the idea of leaving now, she has to know there are going to be consequences to her actions. Mia's body goes tense in my arms. A lopsided grin makes its way onto my face. "Nod if you understand." My thumb rubs a part of her naked belly that I'm resting my hand on. She gives me a small nod. "Good, get some rest, we go again in thirty minutes." - Chapter eight Book will get darker as you read along...

Irina came to the city with quiet hopes and a heart still untouched by the cruelty of the world. She never meant to stand out. But she did-to the wrong man. Louis Velinova doesn't live in headlines. He lives in shadows. A powerful, unseen owner of a corporate empire, untouchable by law, unknown to the public. To most, he doesn't exist. To Irina, he became god and executioner. He stole her from everything she knew. He buried the people she loved. He twisted her days into silence and her nights into survival. And he called it love. He told her she was his. He made her bleed and kneel and shatter. All with the quiet, methodical obsession of a man who had been broken long before he broke her. But Irina never became him. She never became cruel. She became patient. This isn't a love story. It's the slow, sharp tale of a girl who was hunted-and the man who thought she could never strike back. He created the ending with his own hands. She just delivered it.

Anastasia I've been on the run for eight years, always looking over my shoulder, always waiting for the past to catch up with me. It wasn't just Aleksandr I left behind, it was the suffocating world of the Volkov Bratva, where loyalty is synonymous with chains and love is just another weapon. I thought I could escape, that the new life I'd built in the shadows would protect me. But when I saw him across the room, the air seemed to vanish. Aleksandr Volkov. Older, sharper, more dangerous than I remembered. His eyes burned at me, and I knew it wasn't forgiveness he sought. He wants revenge. And I know Aleksandr well enough to understand one thing: he doesn't let go of what's his. Aleksandr She thinks she can hide from me. She thinks eight years will be enough to erase what she's done to me, to my family. Anastasia. My sweet, defiant зайка. She was mine since my father brought her into our home, and she'll be mine until I die. But she ran away, leaving me with nothing but betrayal and the relentless need to find her again. Now I have her, my little foster sister. As soon as I saw her, all the reasons I had to hate her dissolved into an overwhelming truth: I need her back. Not just to punish her for leaving, but to remind her where she belongs. She can fight me, resist me, but it won't matter. Anastasia has always been mine. And this time, I won't let her go. Triggers Warnings : - use of weapons (guns, knives...) - abuse - sex content - killing - violence - CNC This story is not for everyone, but for an informed audience. Please use caution, as this is sensitive and potentially disturbing content.

FOR THE DETAILED DESCRIPTION, READ PROLOGUE. As the description was too lengthy. i couldn't write it here. :) _______________________________ "Sera, I am not the one to repeat my words. So you better say yes in front of the whole kingdom when I ask you to mark me," Damien said, glaring at me. "Never," I spat. "I will never mark you, you fucking hybrid," I said with all the anger inside me. "Then you leave me no choice," he said as his eye color shifted from hazel to a deep crimson red. His vampire side had taken over. He took a step closer, and my heart started pounding in my chest. I knew exactly what was going to happen next. This time, it was his vampire side. Last time, it was his wolf. Each time I resisted him, he hurt me, made me regret it. And now I knew he was going to compel me, force the answer he wanted out of me. I quickly shut my eyes tightly so he couldn't use his power against me. There was no point in running, I was already injured, already weak. A cold, dark laugh filled the room, sending a shiver down my spine. "My, my, look how afraid you are, my Sera," he mocked. I could feel him getting closer, his presence suffocating. Suddenly, he yanked my hair back, hard. I screamed in pain, but I refused to open my eyes. "Be my good girl and open your eyes, Seraphina," he commanded, his voice low and dangerous. "Never," I growled in defiance. I couldn't believe the Moon Goddess had mated me to this monster. I despised him. Every inch of my soul hated him. "Give me all the pain you want, but I will never obey you," I spat, my voice filled with hatred. He chuckled darkly. "Then, as you wish," he murmured. I barely had time to process his words before sharp pain pierced my neck. His fangs sank into my flesh with full force, tearing through my skin. I let out a blood-curdling scream as agony burned through me. My eyes snapped open involuntarily, locking onto his, and in that moment, I realized I had made a terrible mistake.