**She wrote, "I am not dumb, I just want some care too, I also want love and affection."** he want sex (The first part revolves around obsession and lust only, abusive and no happy ending, but the base of the main story.) 18+ "Do you know why I call you Little Love?" he whispers. His arms tighten around her waist from behind, a wolfish grin on his face. She shyly nods as her head nods no. He laughs at the girl's innocence, caressing her bare belly. "because.." .... "y-you made me paint your portrait with b-blood of my cousin,m-mr archer ?" She shuddered as she stepped back, having fear and disbelief in her eyes, with tears flowing down her face. He rolls his eyes and pinches her cheeks playfully, like it's a joke to him. "Come on, little love. He tried to touch you. tried to run away with you, when you are my wife in my castle." arrogant yet lovely tone. (HE IS A HOLY HELL PSYCHOPATH, LOVE THE SMELL AND COLOUR BLOOD, OBSESSED WITH A GIRL, KING) (SHE IS INNOCENT, MATURE YET CHILDISH, OBEDIENT AND LOVED BY EVERYONE CUZ OF HER INNOCENCE AND KINDNESS FOR EVERYONE) ⚠⚠⚠⚠⚠⚠⚠⚠⚠⚠⚠⚠⚠⚠⚠⚠⚠⚠⚠⚠⚠⚠⚠⚠⚠❗❗❗❗❗❗❗❗❗❗❗❗❗❗‼‼‼‼‼‼‼ THIS STORY IS FICTIONAL. I don't want to hurt anyone's emotions and beliefs. Just a fictional story. for fun. Please read it with a free mind. No fight, no insult. It's a story of a different universe, a different world. NOT RELATED TO REALITY. King of Britain and an innocent girl from India 90s... BRITAINxINDIA 3 SIDE COUPLES ( 2 STRAIGHT and 1 GAY) It's gonna be lengthy, heehe WE RESPECT EVERYONE. PEACE. LOVE. 18+, violence, crime, abuse, abusive words. triggers, bla, bla, bla.. See you. take care

The door burst open, and Shivansh stood there. His hand was covered in blood, and blood streaks marked his face, making him look terrifyingly still. "Take your clothes off," he ordered coldly, his voice sharp with rage. "What?" I whispered, my mind refusing to understand his words. He stepped closer until my back slammed into the wall. His grip tightened around my arms, sharp pain ripping a gasp from me. He leaned in, his breath hot against my ear, close enough that I could feel his anger shaking through him. "I said, remove your fucking clothes, Aarohi," he whispered, anger trembling in his voice. One look at his eyes told me everything. He knows about him. --------------------------------------------------------

When a victim seeks out for the best advocate, he accepts to fight for her in return for sex as his fees. Anandi, a woman who lost it all, her sick mother hospitalised and her once a rich businessman father in jail fighting for justice. Anandi was a privileged daughter who got everything, got treated like a princess but everything changed when his father's business got bankrupted and he was put to jail, mother who couldn't handle it anymore got sick and bedridden. unaware of how the world works she goes to the high court and decides to take help from the best prosecuter, she expected a high fees but in return he wanted nothing more than her body. Things might sound easy, A poor woman and a rich man, first sex then love then happy ending. but every night she spends with him, she feels like he has more agenda than he reveals, something dark and dangerous for her, why does his eyes hold hatred for her? as he passionately thrusts inside her? is he just a stranger? or a man from the past she can't remember.

Warning🔞This story contains explicit scenes viewer discretion advised. She showed him kindness once. Now, he will never let her go. Shanaya Sharma is just 22, full of dreams-an MBA degree, her own business, a future she controls. But everything shatters when her father's secret debt is revealed. The only man who can save them? Lakshya Malhotra. He's 30. A billionaire. The owner of luxury hotels, endless properties, and a dangerous empire no one dares cross. Sinfully handsome, powerful, and used to getting what he wants. And what he wants now... is her. In return for clearing her father's debt, he demands Shanaya's hand in marriage. No choice. No escape. From the moment she says yes, she steps into a world of dark secrets, ruthless power, and a husband who watches her like she already belongs to him. He's cold, possessive, and obsessed. But behind his touch, behind his gaze-burns a desire that pulls her in deeper every day. She calls it a prison. He calls it forever. And soon, Shanaya will learn... there's no turning back from a man like Lakshya Malhotra.

{ A story where A rich rebellious guy fell for A timid innocent girl } " W..wh..what ar..e y...ou do..in..g " nervousness is clear in her body language while her eyes are stuck at the mirror in front or more like on the guy who's looking at her intensely , his eyes are dark and deep challenging to break the eye contact His cold fingers roamed carelessly on her exposed waist , she shivered under his gaze and tried to come out of his hold , only for him to tighten it even more . Slowly yet sensually his hand travelled up to her milky back, he hold the sting making her shut her eyes breathing heavily . He step even closer to her leaving no gap between " Finally Tum Meri Hui, Meri Jaan " he whispered in her ear making her shrink back in his arms unintentionally ( Finally You're Mine , My Love )

Zhang Wanwan, who is about to graduate from college, is betrayed by a scumbag. Her revenge goes wrong and she is reborn in the year of the high school entrance examination. She accidentally gets the Lingquan space, abuses her relatives, works hard to make money, honors her parents, changes her brother's life, and then meets the right person. When everything goes smoothly, she "wakes up". Is it true? Is it a dream? Since her life is still the same, she works hard to change, abuses the scumbag, fights the mistress, finds the Lingquan, returns to her hometown to start a business and get rich. When she sees that person again, Zhang Wanwan says happily, "Long time no see!"

~𝑪𝒉𝒉𝒐𝒅𝒆 𝒏𝒂 𝒄𝒉𝒉𝒐𝒐𝒕𝒆 𝒌𝒂𝒃𝒉𝒊, 𝒕𝒐𝒅𝒆 𝒏𝒂 𝒕𝒐𝒐𝒕𝒆 𝒌𝒂𝒃𝒉𝒊 𝑱𝒐 𝒅𝒉𝒂𝒂𝒈𝒂 𝒕𝒖𝒎 𝒔𝒆 𝒋𝒖𝒅 𝒈𝒂𝒚𝒂 𝒘𝒂𝒇𝒂𝒂 𝒌𝒂~ She stepped back as he advanced, her spine hitting the wall. "𝐘-𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐚 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭... 𝐰-𝐰𝐞'𝐫𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐬𝐮𝐩𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨-" He leaned in, palm flat beside her head, his breath brushing her skin. "𝐓𝐮𝐦 𝐢𝐭𝐧𝐢 𝐳𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐫𝐢 𝐡𝐨 𝐛𝐡𝐢 𝐧𝐚𝐡𝐢... 𝐩𝐡𝐢𝐫 𝐛𝐡𝐢 𝐭𝐮𝐦𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐩𝐚𝐚𝐬 𝐚𝐚𝐧𝐞 𝐤𝐚 𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐧 𝐤𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐚 𝐡𝐚𝐢, 𝐤𝐲𝐮𝐧?" Her chest tightened, breath uneven. "𝐏-𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞..." His fingers grazed her waist, slow and deliberate. "𝐒𝐡𝐚𝐚𝐲𝐚𝐝 𝐭𝐮𝐦𝐬𝐞 𝐧𝐚𝐟𝐫𝐚𝐭 𝐤𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞 𝐤𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞... 𝐚𝐛 𝐭𝐮𝐦𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐢 𝐚𝐚𝐝𝐚𝐭 𝐬𝐢 𝐡𝐨 𝐠𝐚𝐲𝐢 𝐡𝐚𝐢" And her breath- Gone. . . . . 𝐑𝐮𝐡𝐚𝐚𝐧 𝐑𝐚𝐣𝐯𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐡 𝐗 𝐌𝐞𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐆𝐮𝐩𝐭𝐚