~ A L L E S A N D R O B L A C K W E L L ~ The silken torment of her hair, the phantom ghost of her scent, the lethal curve of her lips-I am haunted by the softness of her skin and the melody of a voice that could summon devils. She possesses a mouth as sharp as a blade, a tongue that cuts deep, but it is those eyes... those endless, abyssal black orbs that stare back at me, daring me to break. Her confidence is a collar around my throat, tightening until the air turns thin. It brings me to my knees, a king desperate to kneel, trembling with the need to surrender my very soul at her altar. She is whiskey in a porcelain teacup fragile, deceptive, and burning with a fire that threatens to consume me whole. And I am the addict, parched and trembling, dying for a single taste of that ruin, desperate to drain the cup. She was never merely a part of my world. She is the axis on which my world turns. She is my world. ~ K A L Y A N I D E S H M U K H ~ He was the midnight rain cold, relentless, and washing over everything in his path. He was the exquisite kind of ache, a beautiful sorrow that offered a terrifying, silent peace. A pain that felt like salvation. But I was an intruder in his gilded empire. He was carved from the finest marble of luxury, born into a world of opulence where I had no place to stand. He was the King seated upon a throne of shadows, and I was merely his lawyer nothing more, nothing less. He was the storm that owned the night, and I was the moon that had no choice but to wane, to vanish, and finally, to leave.

Tanush Malhotra is the definition of Perfectionist. The youngest CEO in his company's history. His intimidating presence, cold precision, and zero-nonsense attitude make people step aside long before he steps into a room. But behind the impeccably curated exterior lies a man who feels everything too deeply but he just refuses to let anyone see it. Meet Kaira Singhania, a proud man-hater with a burning list of reasons to stay that way, she trusts no smooth smile and no charming words. Offline, she's fierce, independent, and frighteningly hard to impress. Online, she transforms into a full-blown social-media butterfly, effortlessly glamorous, chronically trending, and unapologetically herself. But fate has other plans. In a twist of events neither saw coming, Tanush and Kiara find themselves into a rollercoaster of unexpected emotions, fiery arguments, and stolen moments.

Killian Carson x OC *** Meela Patel had nothing. Killian Carson had everything. *** Nisha's life was shit. She balanced school and work and her best friends, Vaughn and Gareths, mafia drama. The last thing she needed was a reminds that Gareths psychotic little brother existed. *** Killian's life was shit. He, of course, was obsessed with his girlfriend, Glyndon. At least thats the facade he out on for himself and everyone around him. And he believed it, until she entered his nightmares for the first time in two years. *** Warning this is a dark romance. if you don't like this genre this book is not for you. I don't own any of the characters or world building except Meela Patel. The characters and world building belong to Rina Kent. Enjoy :)

She didn't want it. Not her magic. Not her soulmates. All Mickey Forbes wanted was some goddamn peace and quiet. The Mikaelsons had other ideas. Klaus x OC x Elijah New chapters every Tuesday and Thursday

( previously known as | owned by him | ) He is a psychopath... "Vihaan Singhania" Living deep inside a hidden mansion, buried within the dark forest, far from the city and the rest of the world. A man who despises human touch, who carries scars of a childhood drenched in trauma... Yet, beneath that darkness, he always craved for her existence. She is a 19-year-old girl living a peaceful college life... "Kiara Rathore" A girl who secretly devours dark romance books, dreaming for her forbidden fantasies to someday breathe into reality. Two different worlds. One cruel obsession. A tale where darkness meets desire. Rest to be continued...

𝐇𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐑𝐞𝐝𝐞𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐫, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐆𝐨𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐬. Love is hope for the hopeless and sin for the saint. Love is both a salvation for the lost and a temptation for the righteous. It drives people to cross lines they swore never to. But when two souls intertwine, promising to hold each other till eternity, love becomes something far more profound-both a sin and a salvation.

❝𝐀𝐝𝐯𝐚𝐢𝐭 𝐬𝐢𝐬𝐨𝐝𝐢𝐚 & 𝐌𝐢𝐤𝐬𝐡𝐚 𝐒𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐚❞ I should not feel anything for someone who is my enemy, someone who has caused me so much pain that the very thought of him should fill me with nothing but rage and bitterness. Yet, against all logic, I feel it-I feel the heat rising beneath my skin . The mere idea of his touch sends shivers down my spine, igniting sensations that I desperately want to ignore. This isn't right. I shouldn't crave the presence of someone I despise, but my body betrays me, responding to him in ways that my mind fiercely rejects. He stands so close that his breath fans across my face, warm and intimate, stirring emotions that I refuse to acknowledge. A slight movement is all it would take for our lips to meet, for this unbearable tension to shatter into something far more dangerous. His hands are braced on either side of my head, trapping me, yet he doesn't need to touch me to make me feel trapped. His body hovers just out of reach, yet I can sense him, every inch of him, as if the air itself is an extension of his presence. I shouldn't desire this man. I shouldn't want to close the gap, to feel the press of his body against mine. I should be repulsed, disgusted by how my thoughts betray my hatred. But my body doesn't listen to reason , it yearns for what it shouldn't, driven by instincts I can't control. I despise him-my enemy- My rival-but the line between hatred and desire is blurring, and I'm terrified of which side I might fall on. {𝖠 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗇𝖽𝖺𝗅𝗈𝗇𝖾 } | | Mature content 18+| |

Frederick Vanderbilt, headmaster of the elite boarding school, Archon Academy, was found dead at age 63. Lorenzo Mancini Headlines filled the newspapers, reporting the latest high society news. It just happened to be the death of the one person I considered a dad to me. His death seemed normal to others, given his age, but I knew better; he was murdered. And I would find the culprit. Eleanora Callisto Growing up dirt-poor meant I was ecstatic about receiving a scholarship to one of the most prestigious schools in the world. My life was finally changing for the better. Little did I know that I would become the prime suspect in a high society murder case.

"Was I really stupid to think he loved me? Even after everything he said on our wedding night?" she asked herself, tears streaming down her face as she looked at her babies. ___ "I want a divorce!" she said, her voice trembling, deeply hurt by his words. ________ Vrishik and Aadhira have been happily married for five years, raising two beautiful children. But is their happiness just an illusion? What drives Aadhira to ask for a divorce? Discover their story in the book!