_____________________________________ ✨THE DEVIL I CALLED HUSBAND ✨ _____________________________________ Amisha (eleven, white kurta, black skirt brushing ankles, single thick braid swinging) appeared at the archway. Her eyes were huge, confused. "Kahan ja rahe ho aap?" She twisted the end of her braid. "Sab log aapko bye bolne aaye hain..." He didn't turn. "Foreign. Padhne." Her sandals scraped closer. "Kitne din?" No answer. "Wapas kab aaoge?" Still nothing. "Aap wahan kya padhoge? Maths? Woh pulley wala?" She tried a smile. "Mujhe bhi sikha dena jab-" "AMISHA, CHUP!" The roar exploded, raw, vicious. He spun, face twisted, eyes black fire. "KITNI BAAR BOLNA PADEGA? MUJHSE SAWAL MAT KAR! HAR BAAT MEIN MUJH PAR LATKTI HO JAISE KOI GADDI HO! MAIN JA RAHA HOON AUR TUMHARA KOI HAQ NAHI HAI ROKNE KA!" She froze, braid mid-swing. "SAMJHAA? TUM EK BOJH HO! SIRF RONA AATA HAI! MOTI, CHOTI, BEWAQoof LADKI! MAIN YAHAN SE NIKAL RAHA HOON AUR TUM MERE LIYE KUCH BHI NAHI HO! KUCH BHI NAHI!" Each word was a slap. He stepped closer, towering. "AGAR EK AUR SAWAL KIYA NA, TOH AAJ HI IS HAVELI SE NIKALWA DUNGA! JAO! ABHI! MUJHSE DOOR!" Silence cracked open. Amisha's face drained white, then flooded crimson. Her lips parted-no sound. Tears spilled, instant, silent, huge. She turned. Ran. White kurta flashing like a ghost down the corridor, braid whipping behind her like a broken rope. Sobs tore out of her throat (sharp, animal, terrified). Abhiraj stood rooted, chest heaving. The courtyard blurred. His own voice echoed back, monstrous. He punched the pillar once-hard. Knuckles split. THIS STORY IS WRITTEN WITH THE HELP OF "AI",BUT STORY LINE IS MY OWN. Please read whole story.male lead have a really good character development This story is from 2000's era.but it will be not that old time one okay there will be still some moment which shows that this family have mind okay.enjoy!!

Every October, Heaven fears the arrival of her dead boyfriend's spirit. The leaves fall, the nights stretch longer, and with them, jungkook comes to haunt her every year. It's been four years since his death, four years of sleepless nights haunted by his voice and his touch. Cold, lingering, and possessive. This specific year, he had promised her, that this will be her last october which leaves her in complete terror. She seeks help from her therapist but as the days creep toward October's end, Heaven feels his presence again. Her heart pounds with the terrifying realization that Jungkook has no intention of letting her go. Will she survive? Or this will really be her last october? PLEASE DON'T READ IF NON-CON TRIGGERS YOU, I WRITE ABOUT IT DOESN'T MEAN I SUPPORT IT!! [ WARNING - mature content, non-con explicit scenes, gore and death ] ©ComfortKook

"Are you trying to seduce me with that knife sweetheart?"

"Love, I am a free woman now" "Not until I am alive" started: March 2022 finished: May 2024

On his planet, women don't choose, they're chosen. When a male claims a life partner, it is final. Permanent. Absolute. Belle, a university student, travels to this uncharted world for research. But she's unprepared for Thraxos, the towering, pale-blue warrior who rules with unchallenged strength and sees her as the one thing he's been missing. He's never chosen a life partner. Never needed one. Until her. But Thraxos doesn't love the way humans do. His affection is possession. His protection is control. And Belle's fire only draws him closer. Now, caught in a place where her voice means little and her body is his to claim, Belle must decide: resist the darkness, or surrender to the one male she was never meant to survive.

"Mr.kim I'm r-ready uhh for w-what you asked for, please leave my f-family" Saying with her head hung low. Ashamed! she feel ashamed of herself. never in million years, she never expected such a situation comes to her life. "So you ready to spread your legs for me ? you're ready to be naked under with me ?" His knife-like nasty words hurt her heart. She could not answer his question, her nature prevented it. "I asked you something yn" he spoke sternly. " Y- yes" she said without looking at him straight up. "In return what do you expect from me?" he stated with cunning smirk on his lips. "Stop everything and let my family live peacefully" she averted her gaze toward him hopefully he will leave them. "So, Is this your price? You are expensive, I have never spent this much money on anyone. Hmm,, It's okay, you're worth the cost" *** Kim Taehyung, a young handsome business tycoon and ruthless mafia, lust after a woman. He just want to spent a one with Yn but everything deteriorated when she slapped him. His desire has become an obsession. He wanted revenge for every word she had spoken against him. He wanted to reciprocate the slap she gave him. He intended to break her completely.

𝙰 𝙹𝚎𝚘𝚗 𝙹𝚞𝚗𝚐𝚔𝚘𝚘𝚔 𝚏𝚏 ✨🔞 📍𝘚𝘺𝘱𝘯𝘰𝘴𝘪𝘴: 𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝗅𝗂𝗏𝖾 𝖺𝗌 𝖺 𝗌𝖾𝗋𝗏𝖺𝗇𝗍 𝗎𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗋𝗎𝗅𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝖪𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖩𝖾𝗈𝗇. 𝖶𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗐𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝗈 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗍𝗈𝗅𝖽 𝗈𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖺𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗆𝗉𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝗍𝖾𝖺𝗅 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗁𝖾𝗂𝗋𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗆.✧⋄∘∿⊷⋰

Veiled Obsession: Passion in the shadows She hated him since her childhood and loved the other one. But what will happen when she finds herself being between two brothers who both want to claim her fully?

❛ 𝙎𝙃𝙀 𝙒𝘼𝙎 𝙉𝙀𝙑𝙀𝙍 𝙃𝙄𝙎 𝙏𝙊 𝙃𝙐𝙍𝙏- 𝘽𝙐𝙏 𝙄'𝙇𝙇 𝙈𝘼𝙆𝙀 𝙎𝙐𝙍𝙀 𝙎𝙃𝙀'𝙎 𝙈𝙄𝙉𝙀 𝙏𝙊 𝙃𝙀𝘼𝙇 ❜ He built an empire with blood and silence. Kim Taehyung, the ruthless CEO who never let emotions interfere with power... until he saw her- fragile, bruised by love. 𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴𝘯'𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘢𝘷𝘦. 𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘴𝘢𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥𝘯'𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘭𝘬 𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮. This is the story of a woman who thought love only hurt- and the man who taught her that even the coldest hearts can protect what's precious. 18+ | Contains mature and triggering content.

Forced into a marriage neither of them wanted, a fierce Greek mafia princess and a ruthless Sicilian underboss must navigate a storm of power, passion, and betrayal-only to discover that their greatest battle might be against their own hearts. *** They hated each other from the moment they met, but little did they know, they were destined to be together. Millicent Rhea Darmos: Princess of the Greek Mafia. At 25 years old, she's established herself as a self proclaimed boss bitch, running her own publishing company. But now it's time she fulfils her duty to her family's organisation. It's time she gets married. Costantino Salvatore Accardi: Underboss and Heir to the Sicilian Mafia. At 28 years old, he has no interest in settling down-he already has it all. He believes in family above all, so why bring in an outsider? Yet, after a strange string of events, the two of them find themselves thrust into married life. It's full of chaos, drama and all kinds of tension. The question is, how do they survive their marriage and the storm that follows? *** "I've never kissed anyone." My voice trembled with a tinge of vulnerability - something I hated. But Costa didn't seem to mind that I was nervous or anxious. "Good. You're mine." He spoke so seriously, without a flicker of doubt as he took my hand in his. "So you want it be special, principessa?" "Every girl's first kiss is special." I whispered, watching as he brought my hand up to his lips. "I only care about yours."