"𝕀 𝕒𝕞 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕠𝕨𝕟𝕖𝕣 𝕠𝕗 𝕙𝕖𝕣 𝕖𝕒𝕔𝕙 𝕓𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕥𝕙 , 𝕤𝕙𝕖 𝕓𝕖𝕝𝕠𝕟𝕘𝕤 𝕥𝕠 𝕞𝕖" ----------------------------------------------------------------- "Neither she loves you nor she belongs to you" her ex fiancee shouted in anger. He stood up from his king-like chair and walked towards him in a casual demeanor...."But she moans my name pretty loudly at night!" He hissed near his ear in a devilish smirk!!!! "Why are you doing this Kabir...you are playing with her , you don't , in fact you can't love anyone" he said being heartbroken by his previous statement. Tck...tck ...tck....he laughed like a devil and said..." You are right I don't love her in fact I don't love anyone...but that has nothing to do with me having her in my bed , under me ,at my mercy and you know the best part , you my dear baby brother can't do anything about it!!! Follow this journey of madness and possessiveness !!!! Highest rank🥇 #1 in Wattpad #1 in maturethemes

"Sometimes love is the most dangerous weapon." 'Forbidden Love' 'Obsession' 'Forced Marriage' Where obsession becomes an all-consuming fire, and devotion is a weapon more deadly than desire. Lucifer never believed in the softness of love. Until Her. She was everything he wasn't. Innocent, untouched by the darkness he wore like a second skin. Yet, when she entered his world, her light became a light in his dark soul, blinding him. But love, when it comes to Lucifer, is never simple. Sameera becomes more than a mere obsession. She is his need, his weakness, the one thing he can't possess without breaking. As his darkness drags her deeper into his world of deceit, violence, and betrayal, their bond moves into something far more dangerous than love-it is a dangerous devotion. The more he tries to claim her, the more she slips from his grasp. But she's in too deep to escape now. When the enemies rises, It will be the one thing he cannot control: his love for her. A haunting tale of passion and peril, where obsession consumes all, and devotion becomes the most dangerous weapon of all. "Deadly Devotion." © 2025 [Angeldevilds]. All rights reserved Started: 7/4/2025

Disclaimer This isn't your standard dark romance. No forced marriage. No Italian or Russian sounding names. No instant love. No twenty-something virgin waiting to be "corrupted." And it contains an actual story line, that makes it interesting to read, with plot twists and turns. I can't stand "dark" male characters who are just shallow and arrogant with a leather jacket, so mine isn't. When he gets dark, it's genuinely unsettling, not sexy cosplay. A real redemption arc actually requires something worth redeeming, and this story doesn't shy away from that. I want you torn between wanting to kiss him or wanting to call the authorities. Dan is complicated, not because he recites cringy lines about his "darkness," but because he's built from more than clichés. If you roll your eyes every time a brooding man whispers "Can you handle all my demons?" and if you are looking for a storyline that it's more than girls meet boy - kidnap - love then welcome. You're in the right place. Now on the book: Dan is a ruthless mafia boss. Lilly is a kind strong girl who found herself in the wrong place at the wrong time. After she witnessed too much he decides to kidnap her. What begins as a game of power and punishment quickly spirals into obsession, blurring the line between desire and control. As secrets, betrayals, and other forces close in, captor and captive must confront a chilling question: is it love or just some kind of twisted desire? Finished: Nov 2026 10k views: 15 Dec 2025 25k views: 12 Jan 2025 #1 obsession 20 Dec 2025 #3 mafia 20 Dec 2025 #2 dark 15 Jan 2026 #2 crime 15 Jan 2026

His gaze locked into mine, intense, unwavering. "I need a verbal answer, little rose." I could hardly find my voice, but it escaped in a trembling whisper, "Y-yes... Abhii." In the next breath, he pulled my flush against him, his hand gripping the back of my neck. His lips found mine, gentle only for the first second before deepening. His kiss was commanding, urgent-sucking on my lips as if he'd never let me go. I tried to match him, to kiss him back, but his force, his hunger was overwhelming. All I could do was yield, surrender, let him take control. Wounded King is connected to the world of Shattered Silk, but it is a complete story on its own and can be read without reading the first book. Abhishek Rana never wanted a wife - only a name to offer someone with no one left. When he finds Naina, orphaned and alone, marrying her feels like fulfilling a duty... nothing more. "Not a single chapter wasted-every page pulls you deeper into a slow-burn that won't let you go." A slow-burn, age-gap romance between two broken souls forced into an unwanted marriage - and a love neither of them saw coming.

When She lost everything he came into her life as a new found light or that's what she thought but at the end he even made her lose herself...But is this the real end or there's something more to this story of a unloved bride. . . . "Please humne kuch nhi kiya...ple..ase mat..ki..kij.iye ye humare saa.th", she pleaded, her hands bleeding tied in the chains tightly. Her face covered with blood and tears. Meanwhile the eyes she stared through her lashes held only anger and hatred with not even a slightest glint of remorse. "Tum jaise ladki ko bazaar me 2 kodi me bechte hain log...Humne tumhe sar pe bithaye aur tumne...Tumhe biwi ka darja dekar sabse badi galti ki hai humne apne jiwan ki." With this he tightened the chains that tied her legs. He left without even sparing her a glance. She lied there lifeless. It felt like somebody has poured acid in ears and then and there she lost the only one she had...herself. . . . "Paas mat aana humare...Dur ho jaiye humse" , I screamed as I slid back across the floor , he advanced one step at a time, his pace steady and purposeful. "Bas karo jaana aajao apne asli jagah pe wapis", he said with a devilish grin that can take out even a dead soul out of the grave... He grabbed my ankle and pulled me, as I landed on his arms he said with possisveness lacing his tone..."And your only right place is here, jaana, right here in my arms..." "I failed you before, Siya. Now, I'd chain you to the bed if that's what it takes to keep you with me," Raghuveer murmurs, his eyes burning with an intensity Siya has never seen. . . His love, once neglected, has transformed into an obsession so intense it threatens to consume them both. As he fights to keep her by his side, she must decide if this newfound passion is something she can still embrace-or if it will be the force that tears them apart. © 2024 Siyaraghuveer. All rights reserved.

A 22 years old SIYA simple, introvert girl holds ethereal charm nd nature, Master's student! A 31 years old AAGNAY PRATAP THAKUR debut his political career...the most egoistic,cynosure, dominating, ruthless, handsome, richest politician of India. BUT, BUT, BUT WHAT WILL HAPPEN WHEN THIS 2 PERSONALLITY COLLIDE...one who hates POLTICIAN and one who is the most diplomatic POLITICIAN.... STAY TUNE FOR WITNESS THE MANIAC OBSESSION OF INSANELY OBSESSED POLITICAN !!!!!

She signed the paper with trembling hands, her vision blurred, her mind clouded-drugged and barely aware of what she was doing. "Why are you doing this to me?" she asked, her voice shaking, yet defiant. Even in her weakened state, she refused to show fear. The man standing in front of her stared with eyes that pierced through her soul, sending a cold shiver down her spine. "What did I do, sweetheart?" he said, his voice low, dangerous-yet laced with something disturbingly tender. "You look at me like I've wronged you. But all I did was what's best... I made you mine. You were mine the moment my eyes found you. And anyone who dares to take you away from me-will taste hell from this beast." His eyes burned with a terrifying mix of love, desire, obsession, and madness-emotions she couldn't fully comprehend through the haze in her mind. Overwhelmed by the drug, her body gave out. Just before she collapsed, he caught her in his arms, holding her close like she was the most precious thing in the world. He leaned in close, his lips brushing against her ear, whispering with venomous devotion, "At last... you're mine. Completely. Irrevocably. And I'll destroy anyone who dares to steal you from me." it is a story with obsession, madness love by a mafia lord towards a middle class girl.

I want you to want me. I want you to need me." His eyes search her. Because that's how I feel about you. I'm not the same since I met you. I'm starving for you. People say when you meet the one you love, that person can calm you down. Make you better." He shakes his head. "You fucking fan my flames. You make me feel invincible." He sighs heavily. "You deserve better than me," he whispers, placing his head against hers, "but I'm too selfish to let you go. She is annoying as hell. With no filter and an eternally sunny disposition. She says whatever's on her mind, no matter how poorly judged it might be. She's everything I don't want. But she might just be everything I need. And I don't know how much longer I can resist her sweet smile and her sinful curves... . . .

"Who are you? And what are you doing in my bathroom?" She asked, stepping back until her back hit the cold wall. He smirked, his gaze roaming over her body, His hand moved to her waist, his touch possessive as he held her in a tight grip. "Who are you?" She asked, her hands reaching up to remove his mask, but he held her hands and shook his head. "Why are you stalking me?" She asked again, He grabbed her wrists and pinned them above her head, his grip tight and possessive. "You like it, don't you darling? You like the feeling of being pursued." He moved his face to her ear, his breath hot on her skin. "Don't deny it, sweetheart." ........... Advait Singhania, A global heartthrob - An Enigmatic Rockstar. On the surface, he is charming, powerful, and talented. But in the shadows, he is her silent predator. Saisha Mehra, a fiercely independent Indian fashion photographer, who does global photoshoots for famous celebrities. She is bold and unapologetically honest. ............ GENRE - Dark Romance {18+} {THEMES AND TROPES} • obsession • cat and dog dynamic • strong, bold female lead • Dominant male lead • Dark pasts and emotional scars Setting : London - India .............. Words count - 76,670 .............. Started on - May 24, 2025 Completed on - ............... Pictures - pinterest {credits to the rightful owners}

He held up his hands, trying to sound casual, but the sight stopped her cold-blood smeared across his fingers, dark and fresh. "Relax, it's nothing," he said smoothly, his voice trying to soothe, but her heart pounded in stark disbelief. Her eyes widened, fixed on the crimson stains, a silent scream caught in her throat. Horror dripped from every glance. "Nothing? You killed him," she whispered, voice barely steady, trembling with a mixture of fear and accusation. "You're a murderer." He scoffed, a cold shadow flickering in his unreadable eyes. "Don't insult me wifey. I'm above that." The weight of his words pressed down like a guillotine as she steadied herself, voice sharp with defiance. "I'll tell everyone. I won't marry you." A slow, cruel smile curved his lips as he leaned in, his breath ghosting against her ear like a deadly promise. "Will you? Go ahead-tell everyone. I'll destroy everything you hold dear, just like your telling would destroy mine. We'll go down together." He leaned closer, his voice dropping to a chilling whisper. "And as for not marrying me... oh wifey , you don't get to choose. You'll be mine-whether it's in a wedding dress, or buried in a legend". He wasn't supposed to pull her in-didn't even understand why he was drawn to her. She wasn't the most beautiful, but something beneath the surface called to him. A ruthless heir haunted by betrayal, he never let strangers close... yet he craved to keep her. ☆☆☆☆ This story is not standalone. It is based on a character from another story. It's about a girl who has been overshadowed by her sister's beauty but has managed to keep herself from turning bitter. She has suffered enough-now it's time for her to find happiness. The first book is Khushi: His Lawless Love.