Dark romance|18+ | after chapter 24, available on stck She was raised to obey. He was trained to command. At twenty-one, she has lived her entire life quietly-studying in a government college, lowering her eyes, learning early that silence keeps the peace. When her family arranges her marriage, no one asks what she wants. They never have. At thirty-one, he is an Army Major with an unyielding reputation. Disciplined. Cold. Uninterested in marriage. He agrees only to satisfy his family-expecting a demanding bride, tears, tantrums, resistance. What he gets is a girl who doesn't argue. Doesn't complain. Doesn't rebel. Her obedience unsettles him more than defiance ever could. "You will sleep in my room from tonight," he said-already turning away, as if her fear was irrelevant. In a household where expectations are brutal and love is conditional, she is tested at every step. Mistaken for weakness. Pushed further into silence. And as she fades into the background, something dangerous begins to shift between them. Because he was never taught how to be gentle. And she was never taught how to say no.

"Why you always look so serious after church." Roman asked, his eyes low . "You just spent two hours talkin to God." Serene adjusts the strap of her bag, looking around to make sure no one saw them. "You shouldn't even be back here." He smiled at that. "You always say that shit." "I mean it," she said, but her voice was softer than she wanted it to be. Roman stepped close enough so she could smell the weed on him. "You mean it every Sunday, church girl." Her cheeks heated up from the slight embarrassment of him calling her that. "Don't call me that." He tilted his head. "Why not? That's what you are." "I'm not just that," she said a little defensive and unsure; she didn't know what she was, but she didn't want a boy she thinks is cute to think of her as just the quiet preachers daughter who was a square. His smile faded as his eyes narrowed and he tilted his head. "I know." Then, after a beat, "That's why I like you." Serene swallowed and her fingers tightened around her bible. "You shouldn't." "I know," licked his lips, his eyes dropping to her hands before trailing back to her face. "But here we are." ㅤꨄ︎ ʙᴜᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛᴀᴋᴇ ᴍᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴜɴ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴏᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇɴ ʙᴀᴄᴋ ᴛᴏ ᴇᴀʀᴛʜ ʏᴏᴜ'ʟʟ ʙᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘʀᴇᴀᴄʜᴇʀ, ɪ'ʟʟ ʙᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴇᴡ ᴛᴀᴋᴇ ᴍᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴄʜᴜʀᴄʜ -Mariah the Scientist

𝐋𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐧 𝐀𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐢 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐬𝐞 was the kind of girl who followed the rules; soft hearted, quiet, and careful with who she let in. 𝐌𝐢𝐠𝐮𝐞𝐥 "𝐒𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐤" 𝐑𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬 was the reason people locked their doors at night; charming, feared, and loyal to a world he'd belong to. What started as something simple turned into something raw, all consuming, and unforgettable. He gave her a taste of danger. She gave him something to protect and want to be better for; but love in their collided worlds doesn't come easy. Especially when a thorn meets a rose. 🥇 in bwhm -06/16/25 🥇 in hoodromance- 06/19/25 🥉 in urbanromance- 06/21/25 🥇 in urban- 06/22/25 🥇 in thug- 12/3/25

"You didn't eat again," he said quietly. She didn't turn. Didn't even flinch. "Maira," he spoke again, softer this time, taking a step closer. "I brought dinner. Atleast have a few bites." Her voice came out barely above a whisper, low, trembling. "Why? So I can stay strong enough to keep pretending?" The words hit him hard, knocking the breath out of him. "You're not pretending," Hadi said quickly, defensively, though he wasn't sure who he was trying to convince, himself or her. She turned slowly, eyes red and hollow. "Aren't I?" she asked, voice trembling. "I sleep in this room like a stranger. Even though I'm your wife. I exist in your world, Hadi... but can I ever exist in your heart?" "Maira," he began, this was the first time she had openly claimed her title as his wife and he didn't know how to respond, but he said with his tone heavy, "you know everything. I... I married you because I..." "...felt guilty," she finished for him, her voice sharp, cutting through the air. "You hit me with your car. My life shattered. And you had to save me to get rid of your guilt." He froze. Words deserted him. Her eyes dropped to the floor, tears gathering along her lashes. "At least Lubna has your love. Your son has your name. Me? What do I have?" --- 𝐌𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐚 𝐀𝐥𝐢. 24. No identity beyond that. No one to call hers. No place she could truly belong. Except in one nikahnama... where her name sat beside his. 𝐋𝐮𝐛𝐧𝐚 𝐀𝐧𝐬𝐚𝐫𝐢. 28. A talented interior designer. Graceful, and passionate about her work. Hadi's first love, and the woman the world recognizes as his wife. 𝐇𝐚𝐝𝐢 𝐀𝐧𝐬𝐚𝐫𝐢. 30. Successful. Respected. A loving husband. A devoted father. A man who did the right thing, even when his heart wasn't in it, and married a woman out of guilt... not love.

She was trapped in a toxic relationship with the underworld's most feared mafia boss-yet she stayed willingly. For one condition. As long as he allowed her to remain close to him, she would endure anything-his orders, his rage, even his cruel punishments. Blinded by an obsession she mistook for love, Ishita lived in his shadow, bound to his world, and chained to his name. But what happens when Sidharth, the 27-year-old ruler of the underground, discovers the truth she has been hiding... the secret that could shatter everything? Will he keep the fragile 25-year-old woman he called his own? Or will he destroy her the same way he destroys every enemy who dares to deceive him? Step into a story where love turns into possession, loyalty blurs into obsession, and one woman's reality becomes the one thing that could either save her... or get her killed.

"Why? You already broke my heart once.. I'd be a fool to let you do it again." "We not in college or kids anymore. It's different this time around." ★⁂✫彡 𝐀 𝐉𝐀 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐓 𝐅𝐈𝐂

"What does love feel like to you?" He leaned back, eyes locked on me. "You." I blinked. "Me?" "Yeah," he said softly. "When I think of love, I think of you. 'Cause that's what you been to me since the jump."

"What does it feel like to be a heartless bitch?" "Cold." . . . Everyone loves Katherine Hartley - or at least, they love the illusion. Katherine reigns both on campus and at the elite ballet academy founded and owned by her father. She's every warning wrapped in silk. Elegance carved in ice, she's a girl raised to be disciplined, untouchable and most of all; perfect - a swan sculpted by years of brutal training and emotional isolation. Love was never meant for her. Especially not the kind that lingers - obsessive, aching... wrong. Especially not from the boy she's known since childhood. He's the one who sees through her mask, sees everything she tries to hide. And for the first time, Katherine starts to wonder what it would be like to fall - even if it ruins everything. He knows loving her may ruin him. But letting her go would destroy him. He's everything she can't want. And the only thing that makes her feel alive. She's the only thing he wants, but can't have.

❝ A journey with Kasiani as she finds harmony, peace, and safety in the arms of the man who once led her life recklessly, and together, they rebuild a better future. ❞ Published: Jul 29th, 2025 Status: Ongoing Rankings🏅: 🥇 in Freaky 🥇 in newyorklovestory 🥈 in Ganglove 🥉 in Urban #4 in Toxiclove #4 in Hoodlove

" Run as far as your legs will take you little darling but don't hurt yourself. " ----------------------------------------------------- He hates her guts more than anything. He hates the fact that she is taking over him. He hates it that his heart is softening for her. He hates everything related to her. She is trying to mend their relationship despite all he things he made her go through. She is trying to cope with the life which has become more difficult after he came. She is trying everything in her power for him to accept her. Who knows who will win? Will she be able to succeed in mending their relationship or will she become as ignorant as her husband? Content warning ⚠️ 18+ scenes It has been removed earlier from wattpad. I don't know the reason. I had some back so I am continuing it. I have edited this story again. There might be some changes. I hope you will like this version better.