What happens when sweet love of vihaan and Disha turns toxic? What happens when vihaan gets obsessed with Disha? Can Disha adjust with his obsessiveness? *Excerpt* "Strip." My eyes widens. "I said STRIP. DISHA." I shake my head. I would have done it if he was not angry. If he was my cute and sweet vihaan. He took the knife which was in the fruit basket. He pushed me on the bed so now I was laying on the bed. He puts the knife at the neck line of my top and sliding it down ripping the cloth in two parts. "How many times have I said you that I don't like when you talk to other boys." "Why?" I ask. I want to know why does he always gets angry. "Because I don't like it. Damn it." He rips the plazo pant in a one stroke of the knife.

╰┈➤𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤-1 𝐨𝐟 𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 They were school sweethearts - Their love was soft, unspoken, and filled with laughter. Until one day, she shattered him in ways no one else ever could. She thought ending it would set them free,but he refused to let her go -not when his heart still beat for her. Because his devotion wasn't fragile; it was fierce, consuming, and eternal. He waited. He longed. He haunted the memories of her smile,the silence of her absence. No matter how far she ran,his soul always knew the way back to her. For she was never just a chapter of his past -she was his destiny,his devotion,his belonging love. 𝐀𝐛𝐡𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐮 𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐡 𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐞 × 𝐑𝐨𝐨𝐡𝐢 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐚 ── .✦

#𝟑 𝐢𝐧 𝐒𝐢𝐧𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐂𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐥𝐞𝐬 ✮⋆˙ 𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 ✮ ⋆˙ Have you ever wanted something so destructive that it feels like your insides are burning with hatred? Yet, ironically, you long to fall apart and be shattered by this destruction. But is it really destruction, or the beginning of something inevitable? Something specially designed to be a your ruin. He broke me, shattered my soul, and then just sat by, letting me ruin him. He was satisfied, and so was I. We healed, only to break again. We understood it, we are meant to be each other's, an obsession. I am his obsession and so is he mine. We are together until we will be buried dead inside the heaven of sins.

dissing what he said away I clear my throat " I appreciate your help Mr. knight, but how about we let the cops do their job? And my name is nessa or Ms. Richard ". He chuckles " I said it's none of your concern mio angelo" emphasizing the nickname. " stop calling me that " I snap. what the hell is his deal, yes im grateful he's here and im not alone with the man but he's making things worse by what he's doing. " I can call you whatever I want, you know why?" He asks pulling me into his chest for the second time this day. only thhis time it doesn't comfort me, it scares me even more. My breath gets hitched, I feel as if my heart will come out of my chest. not in a good way, he's creeping me out. he caresses my cheek with his finger and says" because you are mine". ------------------------------ Nessa Richard, a 23 years old girl who works as a personal assistant to the famous billionaire Austin black during the day and at night goes to the strip club to support her best friend sofie benette who is a doctor and a stripper. Nessa believes in love and is naive for her age but also has an attitude and is a badass. She doesn't do one night stands nor relationships because she wants to focus on herself. ------------------------------ ace knight, a famous billionaire during the day and a powerful mafia leader at night. He uses girls like tissues and never hesitates to spill blood. He knows better than to trust people, but there is one person that he trusts with everything his work, his money, even his life.. Austin black, his best friend . He is ruthless, and as people call him a monster. what happens when he sees nessa during Sophie's show and gains an unhealthy obsession? Whatever he wants he gets and now that it's her, will he be able to get her? This story contains: • mental abuse •rape •mention of suicide •trauma But it has a happy ending:)

"Please Abhi ji... " she begged, her voice shaky, eyes searching his face for a flicker of mercy. She stepped back until the wall stopped her escape, her chest rising and falling rapidly. She could see it in his eyes-he was angry. But his voice? Too calm. Too controlled. And that scared her more than his rage ever could. He took another step forward, calm as ever, as if he wasn't burning inside. "Jaana, dar kyun rahi ho? Main kuch nahi karunga. Mat daro," he said smoothly, but the coldness in his gaze betrayed the lie behind his soft tone. (Darling, why are you scared? I won't do anything. Don't be afraid.) Her voice broke, laced with panic. "Aapne vada kiya tha... ki aap mujh par zabardasti nahi karenge," she reminded him, holding on to the last thread of hope. (You promised... that you wouldn't force yourself on me,) He smiled slightly, a calm too dangerous to trust."Aur Jaana, aapne bhi toh vada kiya tha ki aap apne boyfriend se kabhi nahi milengi. Aapne apna vada tod diya... ab meri baari " (And darling, you also promised that you would never meet your boyfriend. You broke your promise... now it's my turn.) His hands gripped her wrists and pressed them gently against the wall, not hurting her, but not letting her go either. Then, with a deliberate slowness, he leaned in and kissed her earlobe-sending a shiver down her spine. She squeezed her eyes shut, her heart pounding. She knew this wasn't about love. It was about control. Tropes: Grumpy × Sunshine He fell first, but she fell harder Possessive officer × innocent college girl Obsessed from the first glance Morally grey protector Touch her and you're dead Jealousy in uniform "Stay away from me" × "Make me" Danger disguised as devotion "I'm not good for you" × "I don't care" Trigger Warning: This story contains mature and sensitive themes including smut, manipulation, obsessive love, non-consensual scenes, and emotional/physical coercion .

"To all the girls who dream to be in arms of prince charming in day and wanted to get fucked mercilessly by a obsessed devil at night".

*#2 in Top Ten in India* on 16.02.2025 After Ishika died, she witnessed the cold and ruthless president, Abhiman Richard , who was to be avoided at all costs, had actually killed the couple who harmed her. He knelt before her grave with bloodied hands, kissing her body, saying, "Isha, it's too cold underground, I'm here to accompany you." Reborn into her youth, Ishika tormented the shameless bastard, Rishav and the despicable woman, Mehan, while also of curiously investigating Abhiman, as they were completely unfamiliar before. Unexpectedly, as soon as they became familiar with each other, she was cornered by the man. "Isha, you know full well that I love you deeply, yet you dare to provoke me! In that case, never think of leaving me." Now let's dive into the love journey of our cute couple of Abhiman and Ishika...🧸🤎

Book Cover By: @sudansaint A young waitress's dating life is a disaster, but her next encounter could be deadly when the alluring tattoo artist she's drawn to reveals himself to be a monster with a twisted plan to own her completely. •••••••• Raya finds herself falling into the lap of a mysterious and enigmatic tattoo artist, Jamal Hart, whom she had recently commissioned for a piece. Little does she know, Jamal has been secretly stalking and observing her every move, with a hidden agenda to corrupt and possess her. She doesnt know that Jamal's aloofness is a carefully constructed facade. He is obsessed with her. He knows everything: her work schedule, her favorite color, even the brand of lotion she keeps on her nightstand. His knowledge isn't innocent admiration; it's the product of meticulous, unsettling stalking. Jamal doesn't want Raya for a conventional relationship. His desires are far more twisted. He sees her perceived vulnerability as an opportunity. He wants to corrupt her, to push her boundaries, to strip away her independence and remake her in his own image. He wants to possess her, body and soul. (This story has been edited and is now completed.)

Bella Ross has always led a normal life, until three years ago the notes began. She knew he was there, hiding in the shadows but wouldn't show his face. She couldn't date or even talk to a man without his life being in danger and so she obeyed. She belonged to him. Her stalker. (Cover creds to @katrascal go check out their books!)

Emmy's life is going just as she'd planned: She's living in her own apartment, dancing every day and is just leaps away from being named her company's next Prima ballerina. And she's only 17. But all of Emmy's plans come to a screeching halt when the FBI shows up at her door to let her know that she's being stalked by a serial killer. Suddenly, the safe, insulated world she created for herself is riddled with violence, fear...and a growing pile of dead bodies. At first Emmy wants nothing more than to forget her chilling new reality - but her admirer isn't finished with her yet, and before she knows it, Emmy's stuck in a nightmare she can't dance her way out of. Content and/or trigger warning: This story contains detailed scenes of murder, rape, torture, sex and stalking, which may be triggering for some readers. [[word count: 80,000-90,000 words]]