Eshal was soft, ordinary, and far too fragile for a world ruled by men like Zayan Shehryar Mirza. A man feared across Karachi. Cold-blooded. Untouchable. Ruthlessly possessive. She was never supposed to catch his attention. But one terrified glance was enough to turn his obsession dangerous. And monsters like him don't fall in love gently- They consume* Trigger warning: 18+ content, Violence, Abuse, Forced Relationship Etc

🔺️toxic alert 🔺️ It's a very dark story a story of Voklov's Saša It's an imaginary story . The characters are developed with my imagination as I imagined namjoon as sasa and voklov as taehyung.. So bottom - sasa Top- taehyung I don't own any pic in this story...🚫

"When will you give me freedom?"- zhan " when i die... After killing you" - yibo

"you are my brother" "my kwan , I am your husband not brother" "no I will never accept this. leave me plz " The chamber echoed with my cries.. like every night the whole mansion heard my beggings but no one saved me....

It was almost 10 PM. I was sitting on the bed, brushing out my hair and slowly braiding it down my back. The night felt unusually quiet. Suddenly, my phone buzzed on the side table. I turned my head, wiping my hands to clothes as I walked over to pick it up. But before I could reach He got there first. Karan picked up the phone, casually glancing at the screen. His jaw tightened. "Ayden," he read out loud. His voice low. Dark. Sharp enough to cut. My heart stopped. "He's just a classmate," I said quickly, trying to sound calm. "Maybe he wants to talk about our group presentation. It's scheduled day after tomorrow." He looked at me. Cold. Calculating. Then, without another word, he answered the call and pressed the speaker button before handing me the phone. I hesitantly took it. "Hello...?" "Oh hey baby," Ayden's voice came through the phone, too loud, too playful. "Finally! Where were you? I called you twice earlier." I felt my skin crawl. Karan's gaze didn't move from me. "I...I was busy. Tell me fast, what's the matter?" I asked, trying to keep it formal. "Yeah yeah, about the presentation," Ayden replied, "we'll meet tomorrow and go through the slides together. Also, let's have lunch together, okay?" "No, Ayden, I can't. I have to come home early. You know the rules here," I said, trying to sound firm. "Oh come on, Aira," he insisted, "It won't take long. I'll drop you back before time. Don't worry, baby." he said playfully. "Ayden, please..." I tried again, feeling heat rise in my cheeks. "I said I can't.." Before I could finish my sentence, Karan snatched the phone from my hand and in one swift motion. Slam. Crack. The phone flew from Karan's hand and shattered into pieces against the floor. I gasped. My entire body froze. His eyes didn't blink. He turned to me, slow and deadly. "You're done with your college." My lips parted. "W-what?" "You heard me," he said, voice like ice. "You don't get to talk to anyone. Especially someone who calls you baby

"jis aadmi ne mera suhaag udaad diya... uska bacha mere aandar pal raha hai".

"Open it, my little siren" HIS voice was velvet-dark. "Your king has spoken.The sooner you obey the sooner this ritual begins." "I will not!" she spat. A low chuckle escaped him. "Ahh, such a queenly refusal.Fierce.Untamed." His fingers paused at the first button of her shirt. "But if my queen will not undress herself,then her king must do his duty." Her nails slashed across his chest,leaving red trails.He traced them with a smile. "Do you feel this?" he whispered. "Every mark you carve into me is your signature,little siren.Your claim." He leaned closer. "I am already yours.Entirely.Irrevocably. Your king, branded by his queen." 𝐏𝐑𝐀𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐓 𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐇 𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐄 A 27-year-old enigmatic mogul, commands a vast business empire that spans industries and continents.His name is synonymous with power and wealth, yet he remains an elusive figure, shrouded in mystery.No photographs of him exist, and he never appears in public,cultivating an aura of intrigue and fear.Whispers of his dark methods and ruthless tactics circulate in hushed tones,painting a picture of a man who thrives in the shadows, commanding his empire with an iron fist. 𝐌𝐀𝐘𝐀 𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐌𝐀 A 24 - years-old, is an acid attack survivor whose face tells a story of immense adversity, with one half bearing the scars of the attack and the other half remaining unscathed.Despite her remarkable academic achievements and stellar qualifications, she faces a relentless struggle to find a job.Potential employers see only her scars, disregarding her talents and capabilities, making her feel invisible in a world that judges by appearances.Her story is one of resilience and brilliance overshadowed by superficial judgments. What will happen when his eyes fall upon this little siren? 18+ #2 Virgin Male ( 04/05/2025) This story contains mature themes and Torture and Murder Scenes. This story is written by following all types of wattpad guide

In the heart of Toronto, Alessia Morgan Blake lives quietly between duty and dreams. Her days smell of old paper and coffee in her little bookshop. Her nights belong to her dying father.....the only family she has left. Her world is fragile, yet full of love. A devoted boyfriend. A future that finally seems kind. But under the wrong sky, fate listens. One wish upon a falling star tears her from her world and hurls her into another....a realm where kingdoms rise on blood and oaths rot in silence. Here, the moon is colder, the air heavier, and the throne belongs to one man: King Alaric Draxen Vortigern The ruthless ruler of Valemorra.....the Land of the Fallen Oath. A monarch forged in chaos and cruelty. Feared by his enemies, worshipped by his people, hated by the gods themselves. When Alessia appears in his throne room, lost, trembling, wearing clothes no one in his world has ever seen, she becomes his fascination. His curse. His obsession. The king who never wanted a queen finds himself consumed by a girl from another world..... a girl whose defiance lights the fire he thought long dead. But his desire is not gentle. It's possession. And his love is not salvation. It's captivity. She was light. He was ruin. And fate decided they would meet. To Alaric, love is not a word....it's a weapon. And Alessia is the battlefield. To him, she is not a guest. Not a stranger. Not even a prisoner. She is his..... to break, to worship, to keep. And if time dares to take her back, he will destroy it itself. Trapped between two eras, Alessia must choose: the world she left behind or the one that refuses to let her go. Because once the King claims something... he never returns it. ____________________ Read Prologue for details description

"Ahhh, please leave me!" I screamed as Aditya dragged me by my hair and pushed me down hard into the living room. He knelt in front of me and yanked my hair forcefully. "How dare you cheat on me?" he roared, slapping me back and forth. Hearing the commotion, his mom and sister-in-law ran out, shocked. "Aditya..." "Stay out of this, Maa," he growled at them. Even I flinched at his voice. "I thought you were different," he continued "But no... I was wrong to believe you" he spat. "I d-didn't do a-anything... h-he's just a f-friend and I swear we were just s-studying. P-please t-trust me" I cried helplessly. "Friend?" He chuckled. "Friend, lover, husband: everything to you is me. Me. Only me," he screamed like a madman terrifying me even more. "You need punishment" he whispered "After this, you'll even hesitate to breathe the same air with another man" he said like a psycho. Before anyone could react, he dragged me to the kitchen and slammed my hand onto the hot pan. A scream ripped out of me. My vision blurred; the last thing I felt was his arms catching me as everything went black. ------------------------ Ananya, a 20 year old college student, gets married to Aditya, a 33 year old psychiatrist, under unexpected circumstances. To the outside world, Aditya is calm, gentle and the perfect husband who takes good care of her. But behind closed doors, he is dangerously obsessive, controlling and dominant and Ananya becomes the only thing he wants to own. ⚠️ Warning: This story contains dark romance, obsession, control and toxic behaviour.

In the heart of Paris, Eloise lives a beautiful life, a life she's always dreamed of. She has a loving family, a best friend, and a degree in cyber security. Her goal is simple: to make her parents proud, to stand on her own feet, to travel the world with her best friend. But fate has other plans. A trip to Italy to celebrate her success will change everything. One encounter, one night and Eloise will cross paths with the Marchesi brothers. Her kindness, her innocence, her very heart will become the most dangerous temptation of their lives. Will her world stay the same or will it shatter completely? Eloise Marie Bennett is smart, soft-hearted, and kind. But in the shadows of Milan, her light is about to meet darkness she cannot imagine. ● ● ● Meet the architects of her new reality: the Marchesi brothers. Nathan and Aaron Marchesi are legends of fear. Mafia kings whose names alone send shivers through governments, gangs, and the underworld. Ruthless, sadistic, and merciless, they take what they want and no one dares to refuse them. Their power is absolute, their desire uncontrollable. And then comes Eloise. One girl. One spark. One forbidden obsession that awakens a darkness even they cannot resist. She is everything they should never touch and yet everything they crave. Her refusal ignites a fire they will stop at nothing to satisfy. Every rule, every limit, every line they've ever known......will be broken. They will stop at nothing to make her theirs. To cage her, to control her, to break her gentle spirit and remake it in their image. In their world, love is ownership. Care is control. And freedom is a concept they will burn to the ground to erase from her mind. Will Eloise survive the obsession of two men who fear nothing? Or will their dark, relentless desire consume her completely.....body, heart, and soul? Read Prologue for detail description.