I saw her long before she saw me. She didn't know then that her fate had already been sealed, that every step she took was drawing her closer to me. Closer to what she would become. There was something in her-something fragile, something wild. A fear she tried to hide, wrapped in defiance and confidence. It was intoxicating, watching her, knowing that no one else could see what I saw. No one else could feel the pull like I did. The slow, deliberate unraveling of her world as it would soon be tethered to mine. I felt my heart beat once, hard and fast. It was the only signal I needed. She would be mine-not in some fleeting, hollow way. No. I would strip away every shield, every defense, until she was laid bare, body and soul. And when she looked at me for the first time, I knew. She was already mine. A. Trigger Warning ⚠️: This story contains intense and graphic content, exploring dark and disturbing themes that may be triggering for some readers. Sensitive topics are depicted throughout. Reader discretion is strongly advised. Proceed with caution: after this point, no additional warnings will be provided.

When an unexpected twist of fate, places her in the hands of a powerful and ruthless man, where escape is no longer an option. He is feared, untouchable, and dangerously in control of everything, including her. She fights. He watches. She runs. He follows. But in a world where power is everything, resistance comes with a price. And when he marks something as his, he never lets it slip away! © quill_empress

Shadow series book 4 [ slow updates ]

⚠️ Mature content only for readers above eighteen ⚠️ Jheel Kumari has been running away all her life. It has always been something to run from ; family problems, daddy issues, bullies, overweight criticisms, dark skin shaming, and.....him. He has been the biggest problem of her life. Him, who ruined everything in her life and.....her. So, like always, she ran but, from him the hardest and furthest. He is her nightmare. Advait Thakre. The son of the chief minister. He has never faced troubles, all thanks to the privileged life he got; amazing parents, wealth, supportive friends, liberty, fame, and what not. He has a bad habit of getting everything in his life.....except her. She is his stubbornness, passion, and madness. Her, whom he wants to accomplish like a challenge. She is his first and only problem. It's a game for both of them. For Jheel, it's hide and seek before she gets caught. For Advait, it's chess, and he is a mastermind of tricks and manipulation, making sure anyhow he wins. Let the game begin. *Not a sweet and simple romance. Contains mature themes*

#2 | Blood Constellations [Book 1 ~ Not a standalone] At Royale Crown Academy, where wealth dictates power and legacy defines worth, Dev Oberoi is untouchable. The heir to the Oberoi empire-a dynasty built on luxury, tech, and politics-he is ruthless, commanding, and dangerously possessive. No one crosses him and lives to tell the tale. Then comes Ishaani Varma. A soft-spoken, middle-class girl who enters the academy on a scholarship. She is fragile, painfully innocent, and entirely out of place in this world of private jets and designer labels. She doesn't understand the whispers, the silent rules, or the weight of Dev's gaze when he sets his eyes on her. But she is not the one to like them. From the moment he sees her, he decides-she is his. She isn't allowed to cry-because he will kiss it away. She isn't allowed to flinch-because only he can touch her. She isn't allowed to look at another man-because she belongs to him. But Ishaani doesn't understand obsession. She doesn't see the danger behind his devotion. Because in Dev's world, love isn't sweet. It is raw, consuming, and unbreakable. And in this dark, elite world-she will race against him only to lose? She was never meant to have a choice. But she wasn't like others, she was Femme Fatale. Vote.Comment.Follow.♥️

𝕿𝖔 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖜𝖔𝖗𝖑𝖉, 𝖍𝖊 𝖎𝖘 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖍𝖊𝖆𝖗𝖙𝖇𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖐𝖊𝖗. 𝕿𝖔 𝖍𝖊𝖗 𝖍𝖊 𝖎𝖘 𝖓𝖔𝖙𝖍𝖎𝖓𝖌. 𝕭𝖚𝖙 𝖙𝖔 𝖍𝖎𝖒 𝖘𝖍𝖊 𝖎𝖘 𝖊𝖛𝖊𝖗𝖞𝖙𝖍𝖎𝖓𝖌. ⛧┈┈•༶༶•┈┈⛧ "why didn't you reply to my text?" I asked, getting straight to the point. "What text?" she asked, genuinely confused or maybe just pretending. "What text? Really?" I scoffed. "You left me on seen, didn't reply, and now you're acting like you don't know what I'm talking about?" "Wait a second! Why are you acting like my boyfriend or something?" she snapped, crossing her arms. "It's my wish whether I reply or not. I don't owe any explanation to a stranger." "Boyfriend?" I raised an eyebrow, smirking. "I didn't know you were so eager to make me one." You just heard the word 'boyfriend' when I clearly called you a stranger," she said, rolling her eyes in frustration. "As far as I know about Aaina Mishra, she doesn't follow strangers on Instagram," I said, crossing my arms with a smirk. ⛧┈┈•༶༶•┈┈⛧ Aaina Mishra - A rare mix of innocence and fire. A design student who lives in sketches, colors, music, and books. She believes love isn't fun or casual-it's everything. A matter of the heart. Rishaan Arora - Charming, carefree, the Popular guy every girl crushes on. Famous as the "heartbreaker," who thinks relationships are just games and love is a waste of time. His main focus? Career, nothing else. She hates him. He likes her She ignores him. He doesn't like being ignored. She despises his personality. He adores her fierce attitude. What happens when the charmer the so-called heartbreaker falls for the one girl who treats him like he's nothing? The girl who ignores him like hell... The girl who might just be the only one capable of breaking his heart.

Zayn face was contorted into a twisted grin as he gripped my hair in a tight grip. With a cruel tug, he forced me to meet his cold, unyielding gaze. Tears streamed down my cheeks. "Vanessa darling," zayn sneered, his voice dripping with malice," you have a simple choice to make. Marry me willingly, or watch as those you love suffer in unspeakable fates. I have the power to ensure the safety of those you hold dear, but only if you comply. "Za-yn, please, I beg you. Please let me go. I pleas, and my sobs fell on deaf ears as Zayn's laughter, filled the room. "Looks like.... il mio bambino ( my babe ) needs to see what I can do. " Guards remove the curtains from the front of your queen. Now look in front of you ness. If you dare to look away, I will make the scene worse than it is. " He said with a smirk on his face. When curtains were removed in front of me. My eye balls came out of their sockets. My jaw dropped. Fear runs down my spine. My heart shattered into a million pieces as i saw my whole freaking family hanging on the wall with chains around their neck, ankles . My cousins, aunts, uncles, and my parents. They all were in front of me in unconscious and bad shape. Guards were around them, pointing their guns towards them. Za-yn ! I stuttered..... __________________________ Meet Vanessa Stevens,a young beautiful woman who lives in a small town in America. She's a florist and living her best life with her family members and her best friend. What will happen when she goes on a blind date on behalf of her best friend? What will happen when devil on earth sets his eyes on Vanessa? Meet Zayn DiCaprio Malik, a devil itself on earth. In the world, Zayn Malik is the feared mafia leader, striking terror along with his name .He can get whatever he wants in a blink of eye.His ruthless personality leaves no room for mercy. So what will happen when devil itself set his eyes on Vanessa? How he's going to make her his? If you want a detail description, read prologue.

SAWERA ALI wald SAQIB ALI kiya aapko SHAHNAIN SHAH ZORAWAR sey haq Mehar 1 billion rupees NIKKAH QUBOOL HAI?.....Mr.Shahnain please .......d-don't do this.....BOLO QUBOOL HAI WARNA MAIN TUMHARAY BHAI KO JAAN SEY MARDOON GA !!!...... 1...2...3.... Q-Q-Qabool hai ....Qabool hai . .......... That's my little kitten. before her mind loose senses and she fell he wrapped his hand around her petite waist and pick her up in his strong hold. Ab sey ye sirf SAWERA SHAHNAIN SHAH hai aapki beti aap logon key liye mar chuki hai.with that saying he take her from there leaving her whole family wailing and crying at his Men mercy . It's the story that will make you cry and bite your nails with suspense with Romance and immense Obsession ,will he break her or they have a happy ending but this was confirmed that so many obstacle are coming in his obsession and Family to live peacefully .

"Please.. please i am scared of you" "Shh don't be scared I will not do anything" he shushed her, and stared her... then gently he grabbed her long thick soft locks in his hard veiny masculine hand. "Please.. I don't love you" heart wrenching sobbed come out from her plumpy pink lips. "what a coincidence darling, I also don't love you.. Hmm" suddenly his grip tight on her locks. "keep that in your little head... THAT YOU ARE FUCKING MINE" "DID YOU UNDERSTAND" he shouted. "I asked you something did you" "my little girl" his deadly hollow eyes bore into her innocent ones .. "Ye..yes yes". She answered fearfully. "yes what little girl" "Yes... sir" "My little good girl" he caress her head.

"No-please-don't do this!" Seraphina sobbed, her voice cracking as she clung to her eldest brother's wrist. "I-I'll be good. I'll do whatever you say, just don't-" A sharp crack echoed through the room as his palm struck her cheek, sending her crashing to the marble floor. Pain exploded across her skin, but it was nothing compared to the terror clawing at her chest. From above, his voice was cold. Unmoved. "You will marry him." She shook her head wildly, crawling backward until her spine hit the wall. "He's a monster," she whispered, her breath shuddering. "He's not human. Please, don't make me do this. I'll die." Her second brother crouched in front of her, grabbing her chin roughly, forcing her to look at him. His lips curled, eyes void of warmth. "Then die." Her breath hitched. "But you will die as his wife." The door behind them creaked open. Heavy footsteps. Her father stepped inside, his expression unreadable. "Lock her in this room," he ordered. "She will not step out until her wedding day." Sera thrashed as hands seized her, dragging her toward the massive iron doors. "No! Please-Father, please!" But he didn't even look at her. The last thing she saw before the door slammed shut was her brothers standing side by side, indifferent as she was thrown into a fate worse than death. Then darkness. And the only thing left was the suffocating truth. She was a sacrifice. A bride to the Sinister, a devil himself. #A STANDALONE BOOK