She was never loved. Not by the world. Not even by her own father the man who tried to sell her when she was only seven. Growing up unwanted, she stopped asking for fairy tales. She stopped believing in miracles. All she ever wanted was simple to be chosen. To be kept. To be loved just once in her life. So when marriage came, she thought maybe this was it. Maybe this was her escape from a childhood filled with betrayal. Maybe her husband would finally see her worth. But she didn't know the truth. The man she married wasn't looking for love. He was looking for revenge. Haunted by the death of his parents, he vowed to destroy the man responsible. And when fate placed the daughter of his enemy in his hands, he made a promise she would suffer for her father's sins. To her, he was hope. To him, she was punishment. In a marriage built on revenge and innocence, can love survive? Or will hatred burn everything before it even begins?

The first rule of the Ricci estate was simple. DO NOT LOOK AT THE CAPO! Dalia broke it the moment his shadow filled the doorway. She had felt him before she saw him. The shift in the air. The quiet fear that crept up her spine and settled between her shoulders like a warning. Men like Lucien Ricci did not announce themselves. They were sensed. Felt. Endured. Everyone said he was ruthless. That his hands were stained with blood and power in equal measure. That once you belonged to him, you never truly left. Dalia had never planned to belong to anyone. She was just a maid. Quiet. Invisible. A girl with dreams tucked away where no one could touch them. Until his eyes landed on her and did not look away. Until his voice said her name like it tasted good. Until one command changed everything. There was a moment, later, when she would understand that it had never been about choice. That desire had teeth. That power could be intoxicating when it wanted you back. Lucien Ricci did not chase. He waited. And when Dalia knelt at the edge of his world, trembling but willing, he knew exactly what he would do. He would ruin her carefully. He would claim her completely. And she would never be the same girl who walked into his room again.

#1-HIS SINS (ARSH MEHROTRA X ARISA VERMA) "Arisa, you are such a bitch. But don't worry I will answer your question. What I want from you is this" he said and in the next second, he held my nape with full force and slammed his lips on mine. I almost jumped back in surprise and my eyeballs would bulge out from my eyes, I was not expecting this. I was ready for a slap but not this. What is happening? I slapped his chest but he did not stop, his hold over my nape tightened as he devoured me whole. His lips moved ferociously and I could feel myself powerless. How can I not reject him? I need to fucking step away. He held my hair and pulled them back in a swift motion, my head was lifted up and he kissed me again, this time involving his tongue. I was struggling here but he was enjoying it. I know, this is what he enjoys the most, making me a worthless person, making me a fragile woman and making me feel unwanted and ugly. Story about two rivals who reunite after two years and are trapped in a steamy office romance sequel. Are they just sexually attracted or does their desire take over their hearts? Arisa Verma, an intelligent genius who secures a good post in the famous company is met with her biggest rival to date, Arsh Mehrotra who happens to be her project leader. ~HER ONLY BEAUTY IS HER F-UCKING BRAIN ~HE ALWAYS WINS, EVERY TIME Tropes -Academic Rivals -Romantic Rivals -Enemies turned Lovers -Office Romance -Grumpy ML -Sassy FL -untouched leads -Forced Proximity -dark romance Story is for 18+

Here's a glimpse of what's to come: "You gonna come for daddy again you little slut? You can't take this dick anymore baby?" His words were all it took to push her over the edge. Lola screamed as her orgasm hit her like a freight train, her body convulsing and shuddering beneath him. Logan followed soon after, his hips stuttering as he spilled himself inside her with a low growl. Lola closed her eyes, her heart full despite the uncertainty that still lingered in the back of her mind. In that moment, she couldn't deny the truth of his words. They belonged to each other, for better or worse. ----- Lola has been through a lot, trying to escape her abusive father and dealing with the betrayal of her boyfriend, Christian. But things take a supernatural turn when Lola attends a family dinner with Christian's family and discovers that her mate is her boyfriend's brother. As Lola tries to figure out where she belongs in this new world of werewolves and family drama, she must also confront the truth about her own past and the trauma she has endured. In the end, she must make a choice about who she wants to be and where she truly belongs. Full of twists and turns, this werewolf story will keep readers on the edge of their seats until the very end.

[𝐌𝐈𝐓 • 𝐁𝐎𝐎𝐊 𝟏] He managed to make a sane eighteen-year-old INSANE. ~ He was fascinated by her. And he wanted to make her fascinated about him, so he played a game with her. Messed with her mind in ways he shouldn't have. The catch: he was the only one that knew the rules. Note: The Main Male Character in this book has mental issues regarding Child Abuse, Trauma, and Mental Abuse. I wanted to give a reason WHY he would be a psycho. (MIT Series • Book 1 ) ( First Draft | Editing Offline ) ( Mature Audiences Only ) ( Trigger Warnings Inside ) ( Completed: Dec 12th, 2021 ) Copyright © 2021 Dylan Crown. All Rights Reserved.

𝐻𝐼𝑆 𝐹𝑂𝑅𝐶𝐸𝐷 𝐵𝑅𝐼𝐷𝐸 Bound by Fate. Trapped by Hate. Consumed by Obsession. She has been a prisoner her entire life-locked away, tortured, and left to drown in nightmares that never end. The world beyond her room is a mystery, and love? A fantasy she never dared to dream of. He is a prince and a ruthless CEO, a man who bows to no one. But even power couldn't save him from the trap set by her cruel uncle. Kidnapped and forced into an unwanted marriage, he sees his bride as nothing but a chain around his neck. A fragile, unwanted burden. But when he learns the truth-the horror she has endured-his hatred turns into something far more dangerous. Possession. Obsession. An undeniable craving to claim what was forced upon him. Yet, in the shadows lurks another-a woman driven to madness, in love with him to the point of destruction. She will kill, manipulate, and tear the world apart to have him, even if it means erasing the wife he never wanted. In a marriage forged by cruelty, love may not be the only thing that blooms... because sometimes, obsession is the deadliest poison of all. Trops:- business × students Strong ml × innocent fl Grumpy × sunshine he fall first and harder Mature Agegap ©All rights reserved

𝐀 𝐫𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬,𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐏𝐨𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐧 𝐙𝐚𝐲𝐚𝐚𝐧 𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐤𝐮𝐫. 𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐩𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫,𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐨𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐲. 𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐢 𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐤𝐮𝐫,𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐟𝐞,𝐚 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫. 𝐃𝐞𝐞𝐩𝐥𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐥𝐲 𝐢𝐧 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐨𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐫𝐞. 𝐀𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭,𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐲𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐡𝐢𝐦. 𝐖𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐬𝐨𝐦 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦? He kissed away her salty tears and stopped thrusting. He pressed his lips to hers and whispered hoarsely, "Don't cry." She gazed at him through tear-filled eyes, and her lips quivered. "But what if I don't love you anymore?" "Then don't love me. Just enjoy being loved by me."

~ABHIMAAN MALHOTRA ❤️ SAMANTHA SINGH~ "Tell me, wifey. You were so eager to marry me, huh? Do you have any extra needs that I can fulfill?" she fumed in anger upon hearing his disrespectful words. She raised her hands only to slap him and shut his mouth from saying more harsh words to her. "Don't you dare think that, Samantha," he said, holding her hands tightly. "Let me go, Abhimaan!" she shouted. "Then, why the fuck did you marry me? You are nothing more than a gold digger." Hearing that word broke her level of patience as she lifted her knee and hit him hard on his member. "You better not use that word again, Mr. Malhotra", he groaned in pain, moving away from her. Abhimaan Malhotra, CEO of Malhotra Group of Industries, is nothing but a definition of Greek God by looks and a walking centre of storm. His first love is his business, and the love that lasts has yet to enter his life. Samantha Singh, a girl who is working for not to live a better life but to save her father's last memory, his cafe, by paying off the huge amount of debt. When the crisis hits her hand and she is on the verge of losing everything, there are hard decisions that she has to make, and that involves marrying her father's best friend's son, Abhimaan. Getting into a loveless marriage was the least she would have wanted in her life, but that's what DESTINY means, right? "Divorce me and set yourself free." Abhimaan's cold voice echoed inside the room. "I can't divorce you, Mr. Malhotra," Samantha whispered, tears flowing down her cheeks. "Then accept that you are a gold digger." His voice broke her heart when she realised that she had already fallen for him. "Yes, Abhimaan, I'm a gold digger," she admitted with a barely audible voice, but enough for him to listen. What will happen if the walls start colliding and circumstances make them stand beside each other? WHO WILL DESIRE THE OTHER FIRST? Read "HIS UNWANTED DESIRE" to get all your answers. [Note: Weekly Updates]

Vihaan's POV The more you run from me, the worse I'll. become for you, jaan. Anayra's POV I'll run away from you, no matter what. happens next. ~ DESCRIPTION ~ "Please... let me go," she cried, her voice trembling as she struggled in his grip. Her small hands pushed against his chest, but his hold only tightened. Vihaan stood there, expressionless-his face a mask of cold dominance. "Never," he said, his voice low and final. Without another word, he dragged her closer to the sacred fire burning before the idols of Radha and Krishna. The flames flickered, casting shadows that danced over their faces. As he began taking the vows, his hand locked around hers, her tears streaming down like shattered pearls. She kept wiggling, crying, begging-but his resolve never wavered. When the final vow was taken, she looked at him through blurred eyes, hatred lacing her trembling voice. "I hate you," she whispered, before her body gave in and she collapsed-unconscious in his arms. For a long moment, Vihaan just stared at her pale face, a dark calm settling over his features. Then, with a faint, twisted smile, he murmured, "And I'm obsessed with you." He carried her out, placing her gently on his lap as he sat inside the car. His fingers brushed against her tear-stained cheek, his voice dropping to a possessive whisper. "You're mine... only mine." No one could have imagined that one day, she would be bound to someone like this-forcefully, fatefully, irrevocably.