She walked into that club ready to sell herself- not for pleasure, not for desire, but because desperation makes even innocence cheap. She expected darkness. She didn't expect to stare straight into the eyes of the devil who ruled it. Aryan Abdullah. A man who kills without blinking, commands without raising his voice, and destroys anything that shakes in fear before him. She shouldn't have seen the blood on his hands. She shouldn't have watched him pull the trigger. Witnesses die in Aryan's world. Always. No exceptions. But she wasn't killed. No- he chose a fate far crueler. He stepped behind her, wrapped his arm around her waist, pressed his chest to her trembling back, and locked her shaking fingers around the gun. "This is hell," he whispered, before forcing her hand to fire the bullet. Her innocence died with the gunshot. Her soul burned with it. Her freedom was buried beneath his claim. "She is mine." The moment she became a sinner, she became his- a possession carved in fear, a witness turned weapon, a girl the devil decided he was going to keep. She wanted to save her father. She ended up belonging to a monster. And Aryan? He doesn't want forgiveness. He doesn't want redemption. He only wants her- terrified, stained, and tied to him with blood she never meant to spill. In his world, hell isn't a punishment. It's a home- and he just dragged her inside.

(Dark romance, abusive, violence and adult content.... please do not read if you are sensitive to these topics) He grabbed her jaw as he warned, "Are you up for giving up your life for his?.... remember, it's life time deal......" His fingers were trying have grip over her smooth skin, tinting her skin in scarlet. Her eyes were in tears, she looked at the kid at gun point then turned to the ruthless man himself, She whispered, "Leave him.... however he offended you.... I will pay the price...." Seth smirked at this stupid girl, he said, "So, everything you have will me on my mercy.... Your life, your death, tears, pain... everything will be my will.... only death will be escape..." She was fearful, trembling, she still said to herself, "I have to one to cry for me.... but this kid has..... If that monster wants life, then it must be some as useless as me...." She turned to the kid as she said, "Daniel.... go back... never mention this to anyone.... you never came here.... go!" Seth warned, "I haven't allowed him to..."His eyes showed his anger, and thrust for pain. She begged, "I am willing to give my life.... just let that kid go... Please Sir....." She whispered to herself I don't know what I am walking into... but.... I have no way but to face.... Seth warned with a deadly smirk, "Now... Your life is mine.... forever....."

It should've ended with distance. A silence. A closed door. But instead, it began here-pressed against a balcony wall, with her breath caught between fear and temptation, and his eyes burning with something far more dangerous than lust. He didn't touch her. Not yet. But the threat of it lingered in the space between their bodies, in the way his chest nearly brushed hers every time he exhaled. She could feel the tension rippling off him, barely contained-like a storm pacing behind his ribcage, just waiting to destroy. "You shouldn't be here," he said, voice rough, low, and shaking with restraint. But he was the one who had cornered her. He was the one who couldn't stay away. And she? She hated how much she didn't want to run. Because this-whatever this was-felt like standing on the edge of something irreversible. "You're my employee," he snapped. As if the label could cage what was already unravelling inside him. "You're a mistake I keep choosing." Her eyes met his-furious, pained, exposed. "I never asked you to," she said, but her voice cracked around the lie. His hand lifted slowly, brushing the side of her jaw with a touch that contradicted everything his words said. Possessive. Tender. He stared at her like she was the very thing he was never meant to want-and the only thing he couldn't stop needing. "I've spent years building walls to stay in control," he muttered, his thumb grazing her lower lip. "You walk in and wreck all of it... without even trying." She swallowed hard. This wasn't love. This wasn't even hate. This was obsession-raw, electric, and utterly doomed. And as his lips hovered over hers, trembling with the weight of a thousand wrong intentions, they both knew- 🥀It started with a look. It spiraled with a touch. And before they could stop it, they were already each other's greatest undoing.

The rain made her wet clothes stuck to her body like second skin. He could see the pale skin from now see through material. The cool air made her shudder but that wasn't enough to bring her closer to the king. The king stared hard at the beauty in front of him. He gulped when she timidly remove hairs away from her face. The water droplets still dripping down her throat and it made the king clench his fist to stop himself from running to her and suck that smooth skin. Just like he did hundred times before. He suddenly remember how sweet her lips tasted and he craved for that taste again. But he knew it's too late now. "Remove your clothes or you might catch cold" the authority in his voice buckled her knees but she had seen worse. He hold out his royal blue cape to her so she can cover up herself with it. "I left your Kingdom. You are not my king anymore " she tried to keep her voice from shivering. The anger in her eyes was prominent. "What are you trying to imply here?" The king step closer. Too close for her convenience. The rage began to built up inside him too. "You can't order me around anymore " she stated and looked away. The stubbornness he had fallen for. But things have changed now. At this the king laughed. That dark laughter she knows too well. "Should I remind you what else I'm to you? Other than your king, love? " he step closer. She didn't want to look away anymore. The authority and dominance suits him. "Should I remind you my every touch, my every kiss or my every stroke ..." "Enough" she turn around. Almost embarrassed and nostalgic. "That's for interrupting a king." He turn her around in his arms and swiftly claim her sweet lips. She moaned and realise that she could never run away from him now. Even if she wants to he would never let her.

Leonardo Garcia has a secret obsession. As a highly successful university professor, it's unlikely that anything disrupts his perfectly aligned schedule which keeps his compulsive mind rested. Possessive of everything he owns, the intense teacher is deeper than what he shows at surface level. At night, he watches her. Isabel Bianchi. At any given time, he knows where she is. Since their anonymous parting many years ago, unbeknownst to her, he continues watching her from the shadows in fear that he will hurt her. He knows her routine almost as much as he knows his own, so the moment she transfers to the on-campus part of the college he teaches at, his entire plans are thrown off their course. She's a powerful yet sweet woman nearly qualified to work as a psychologist. With a bright future ahead of her, she chooses a topic of interest for her psychology paper: her obsessed professor. Forced to be in close confines, with her probing questions and his short temper, his hidden secrets unfurl in the flickers of the night. This isn't a usual love story. This is a toxic obsession between a man with a past and a woman that's sure to be his future.

"You have no house to go to, no money, no friends and no child to drain me of child support. Don't be stubborn. You know you'll die without me, I'm your only family left." Once again that proud tone was sneered at me. "I worry for you." Devon's eyes glimmered waiting for me to go on my knees and beg him. I shake my head. "Worry about yourself Devon. Do you really think you'd go scott free after the shit you pulled today? You couldn't even let me mourn my baby in peace." I searched for his gaze, my eyes burrowing into his. "I promise you, if not today, one-day Devon. I'll make you wish you were dead." ____ Corrie North gave Devon Remington everything. Amazing sex? She gave him her body. A devoted house-wife? She abandoned her career for him. A fucking maid? She scrubbed every inch of his sprawling mansion. A child? She nearly died bringing their son, Haven, into the world. And how did he repay her? Devon betrayed her. He cheated with a younger woman, handed her divorce papers, and vanished on the day their son died in a mysterious accident. Two months later, he finally showed up to Haven's funeral, with his pregnant mistress on his arm. As if that wasn't enough, he accused Corrie of murdering their child. Devastated, Corrie vowed revenge. She vanished from Devon's life, promising that everyone who played a part in Haven's death would pay, including him. Four years later she returns and Devon wants her back. He'll do anything to make her his again. But Corrie isn't the same woman he left behind. Will she make him pay for his betrayal , or will old flames pull her back into the arms of the man who destroyed her? NOTE: Will be updated every Wednesday and Saturday ❤️ Ranking #1 out of 29.1k in plot twist

Book -II of The Same Stranger Trilogy -------------- 🚨 Read the Disclaimer. They say tragedy comes in threes. Did Dhruvi escape one... or has she already stumbled into the next? She tore herself free from Adhrit Agnihotri. But freedom is an illusion. His shadow lingers, waiting, watching. He is not finished with her. But this time, fate twists sharper. Because Veer is back. Or perhaps... he never left. Hidden in the unlit corners, lurking beneath calm waters, always there-unseen, unforgotten. Dhruvi tried to forget. But fate does not forget. Before everything else, she was Veer ki Sia first. She may have escaped Adhrit Agnihotri. But can she escape the man who was once her beginning- and might just be her end? Who? Veer. Her past. Her everything. Now staring back at her... face to face The past doesn't knock. It breaks in. And , Some shadows never fade. Some come back to claim you. You can't outrun what was once yours. Tragedy was only waiting its turn. ------------ BLURB:- "Next time ...you so much as look at another man... you'll remember this-my cum , soaking your bra and panties," he growls against my ear, the heat of his breath scalding.

𝐄𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐨𝐭 𝐃𝐞 𝐋𝐮𝐜𝐚 25 years old, a billionaire and Mafia Don. Everyone fears, admires and respects him. 𝐒𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐚 𝐕𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐨𝐬 20 years old and works in a bakery. Despite having a bad past, she is a really sweet and down-to-earth person. What happens when 𝐄𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐨𝐭 𝐃𝐞 𝐋𝐮𝐜𝐚 wants to claim 𝐒𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐚 𝐕𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐨𝐬 as his but she straight away rejects him? ▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎ I lifted my head up weakly and saw Elliott's deep green eyes gazing at me through my wet lashes. The madness and craziness in his eyes only made more tears stream down my cheeks. He was a complete psychopath. "Don't close those pretty eyes when I am making love with you, amore. Look at me, your husband." He rasped out and pounded inside me again, sending a painful jolt throughout my body. When was this going to finally end? I can't take this agonizing torture anymore. Tears blurred my hazy vision and a strangling sound left my throat when Elliott wrapped his hand around my throat. He was choking me mercilessly. I gasped for air and begged him to let me go but like always, he never did. He will never let me go. He leaned down and pressed a tender kiss on my jaw before we both came at the same time, his seeds filling my insides. I thought maybe this was the end, but he had other plans. He flipped me on my stomach, earning a whimper from me and whispered huskily near my ear, "Let's go for round two, shall we, my love?" ▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎ #1 in Captive #2 in CEO #2 in Forcedlove #2 in Italian #2 in Mafiaboss #3 in Darkromance #3 in Fear #4 in Manipulation #5 in Plottwist #5 in Character Development #7 in Billionaire #7 in Hurt ● The first few chapters contain some plot holes and errors, but as you read more, the chapters will get significantly better with prope