♠️ BOOK ONE OF BRIDE SERIES ♠️ "A Queen doesn't need a King to rule". ZAID EDOARDO D'ANGELO X RAJSHREE RAISINGHANIA ____________________________________________ "REVENGE" That's what he wanted from my elder brother. Everything was going smoothly, I was focused on myself. But He entered in our lives and destroyed all my hopes, dreams like a storm. I never wanted to get married yet I gave myself to this monster whose insanity knows no bounds. My brother had betrayed him and he took me as a peace settlement between two Mafia families. I married him. I hated him from the bottom of my heart, each fcking cells, but maybe all this time I wanted a person like him. The man who makes me forget my past demons while he holds me closer..... ____________________________________________ "MONSTER" I'm sick of hearing this, whole life. Yes I'm a monster whose hands had taken numerous lives but I don't give two fcks because all I wanted is power, to rule the fcking World. Driven by Power and Blood. But for her, I was anything but a monster. My inner monster rests when she put my head over her lap. I never thought I would start killing for a woman. My traitor's sister. I wanted her brother's head because he snatched everything away from me. At first I wanted to use her to torment her brother but plans has changed. Now all I want is her and only her. She was torn between duties as a sister and as a wife, who will she chose....a brother or husband? Witness the journey of Heartbreak, betrayals, passion, obsession, hate, love.... Warning ⚠️ : 18+ content Plagiarism is highly prohibited 🚫

There's this silence between us that stretches longer than it should, and it wraps around my chest like a weighted blanket. My throat tightens. I stare at him like I'm trying to memorise the face of someone who shouldn't exist. A dream made real. My lips part before I can stop myself. "Were you sent by my dad to take care of me?" The question hangs in the air, trembling like the last leaf in autumn. Aiden's gaze softens. His lips tug into the gentlest smile I've ever seen. It's the kind of smile that could mend broken wings. "No" he whispers. "I volunteered." The words hit harder than I expect. Like a punch wrapped in silk. I gasp, air leaves me in a rush I can't reclaim. But before I can fully process what he's just said, he takes a step closer. His fingers ghost over my cheek, brushing away a tear I didn't realise had fallen. And then-he kisses me painfully slow. His hand cups the back of my neck, anchoring me to a moment I never want to end. And just when I think it's over, he pulls away just enough to look at me. His thumb traces the damp trail of tears down my cheek. He doesn't say anything. He just leans in again, and kisses them away. One by one. My tears. My pain. My silence. All kissed away by a boy who didn't come to save me because someone sent him. He came because he chose to.

"What the fuck are you crying for?" He asks, gripping my neck tighter as tears rolled down my cheeks. "People cry when the dick is good!" I snapped. He darts his tongue out to wet his lips and I can see the tongue piercing clear as day. "My dick that good, darling?" I nod, "Your tongue is even better." I spread my legs and tilt my head. "So shut up and clean up the mess you made between my legs." He chuckles and smirk, "Yes ma'am. After all, your word is my law." Checkmate. ®

His hand lifted slowly, almost shaking, until his knuckles brushed her cheek. "Don't touch me." "I told you," he said, stepping closer until his chest nearly touched hers, "I won't hurt you. But I will touch you." "You think that's any different?" "Not when it's me," he said without hesitation."You'll see the difference." "You're mad," she whispered. "Mad is chasing something that doesn't exist," he murmured. "But you... you exist. I can see you, breathe you, touch you." He pressed his palm to the wall beside her head, caging her in. "You're mine to protect. Mine to keep. Mine to..." his eyes flicked down to her lips, lingering, "...claim." Her breath hitched. "Claim? I'm not yours." "You were mine the moment I saw you," he said, his hand sliding to her jaw. "Every fear, every wall you hide behind-they're mine now. I'll tear them down, one by one, until there's nothing left between us." Her lips trembled. "Why me?" "Because I've never wanted anyone else," he whispered. "And I never will." She searched his face desperately for a trace of softness, but there was none. "You can't just decide that." "I didn't decide," he murmured. "It happened the second I saw you. The second you looked at me in a way no one else ever has." "I never-" "You did," he cut her off "You're trying to forget it because you're scared. But fear doesn't change the truth." His thumb brushed against the corner of her mouth. "I told you before... don't talk to Varun. Don't marry him. You'll only marry me. Because you're mine." Her eyes stung, tears threatening. "Stop saying that me... you'll feel me." Her voice cracked. "You're insane." "And you're my obsession."

The office was quiet, I pressed against him on his lap until he shifted me onto the desk, shoving papers and pens aside to make space. He held me steady from behind, hands gripping my hips as he thrust into me. My nails dug into the wood, and I gasped, every movement making me burn with heat. "You're so tight," he groaned, voice low and rough, teeth grazing my shoulder as he pressed deeper. I moaned, chest flush against the desk, rocking back instinctively. "So good... only for me," he whispered, lips brushing my neck, fingers digging into my waist, voice thick with need. I shivered at his words, pressing back into him, feeling every pulse, every movement of his body against mine. "I'm so close..." he muttered, each thrust deeper, harder, every groan dragging me higher. A knock on the door made me freeze, but he didn't stop. "I'll be there in a minute," he told to the person at the door, one hand lightly pressing my mouth. "Quiet, or there'll be consequences later." I whimpered, hips pressing against him, His voice cut through, De Sousa series 1 "You feel so good... so fucking good Bellisima"

Faith Anderson. An innocent girl, who grew with the love of her Dad and her elder brother. Since, her mother died while giving birth to her, she has become the world to her dad and brother. Romano brothers. A cruel, vicious Mafia, disguised as successful businessman to the world. They are , in short the psychopaths. What happens when their gaze fell on the innocent Faith. Will they change for her or will they become her worst nightmare ever? • • • " P-please ... Please l-leave him, please... I beg y-you..." Faith cried, thrashing in Lucian's arms. " You motherfucker, don't do this to her. Leave him. " Chris yelled at the trio. His friend was at the verge of loosing his life. " Shh, baby, why are you taking his side? Huh? " He gripped her hair tightly. " Do you feel anything for him? Huh! Tell me. " Lucian seethed looking at her. " FUCKING ANSWER HIM. " Azron hollered kicking the tied person in his stomach. Panic was bubbling inside Faith and she couldn't able to say anything. " Answer me or your brother will pay the price along with him, kitten. " Zanvil said taking a sharp knife and grazing the tip at Chris's neck, so slightly, that it drew some blood out. Seeing this much of blood infront of her, Faith felt her head spinning. Her struggles becoming weak. " ANSWER ME GOD-DAMN-IT. " Lucian pulled her head up with her hair. " N-No..." She managed to let out a whimper and collapsed on Lucian. She was barely conscious. " Oh, baby, I knew it. It's okay, Lucian don't hurt her. " Zanvil left Chris and walked towards her. Lucian kissed her lips briefly while Zanvil caressed her hair. " But, this guy made us insecure. He has to pay little one. He'll be punished. " Azron scowled, taking a cleaver in his hands. " DON'T DO THIS TO HER. PLEASE. " Chris pleaded the trio for her sister and his friend. He knew his friend is going to die tonight. He also knew he couldn't do anything. But it was too late. ••• © Copyright reserved.

WARNING ⚠️ THIS BOOK CONTAINS MATURE THEMES "You like this, don't you?" His voice was dark velvet, wrapping around me, sinking under my skin. I swallowed hard, refusing to answer, but my body betrayed me-the sharp inhale, the way my lips parted, the way my thighs pressed together. He noticed. Of course, he did. He stepped closer, eliminating the space between us, his heat overwhelming. "Say it." I shook my head, a weak attempt at resistance. His fingers traced up my arm, slow, teasing, until they reached my throat. He didn't squeeze, didn't apply pressure-just let his touch linger there, making me hyperaware of my own racing pulse. "Liar," he murmured. I exhaled sharply. "You're too close." His lips brushed my ear, not quite a kiss, just a whisper of warmth. "And you're not stopping me."

"Hey husband." He glared. "Since you married me out of so much love, princess treatment is mandatory." "You've been testing my patience since morning." Devin said flatly. "Oh, have you given up already? Bad. Don't give up so easily, husband. You have to bear with me all your life." He held my arms and pulled me closer. "I'm not good at taking tantrums." Our faces were inches apart. I whispered "Don't worry, I'll make you a pro." "Samantha, I'm not Davide who is madly in love with you and is willing to tolerate this bullshit." "Tantrums in front of Davide? Nope. Never." I smiled. His eyes flicked, just for a second to my lips before returning to my face. "It's only for you, husband." "Stop calling me that." "What? Husband? But you are my husband. Lawful husband." A slow smirk tugged at his lips. "You know... it'll be fun taming you. Now I'm here like you wanted, so let's go." "But-" I started. I am not going with you so easily. "Now what?" "My legs are hurting." I pouted. .... She was chaos. He was calm. She was a pure soul. He was a murderer. She was sold. He was the buyer. Samantha Jones, an innocent lively soul. She has a dream to open her own cafe. Devin Volkov, a CEO billionaire and mafia leader who is here to destroy Samantha's family. She started living with Devin's family 8 years ago, she was scared of him and he hated her for one mistake. He bought her for millions of dollars from her own father. Why did he? What did he have to do with her? Why did he marry her even after hating her? Tropes : grumpy x sunshine age-gap slow-burn forced marriage possessive she fell first, he fell harder

⚠️Content Warning⚠️ This is a dark romance novel intended strictly for readers 16+ It contains explicit sexual content, including frequent detailed sex scenes, BDSM (domination, submission, bondage, and consensual pain), and threesomes/group dynamics. The story features a large age gap, dubious consent/coercion, graphic violence (including murder), possessive and obsessive behavior, stalking, power imbalance, manipulation, and a morally black/psychopathic hero. Some themes may be triggering. Reader discretion is strongly advised. ...... When hypersexual Rose John witnesses a brutal murder on a dark, rainy night, she thinks it's the end of her peace...until the man she saw that night walks into her classroom two days later, wearing a suit and a wicked smile. Rafael Santoro. An impotent man A man who can't have a good sexual pleasure Her new professor. Her nightmare..or her dangerous temptation. Behind his calm, charming facade lies the truth: Rafael is a ruthless mafia boss hiding in plain sight, a man used to taking what he wants...and right now, what he wants is her Rafael is possessive, dominant, and dangerously protective. A man who can't feel sexual pleasures only with pretense. The world fears him, but with Rose... he craves her submission, her trust, her love. And he will destroy anyone who stands between them...even her own doubts. Now trapped in his web of obsession, Rose must choose: resist his family's dark seduction, or surrender to the man who might ruin her...

I came to Blackwood Elite University to stay invisible. No one was supposed to notice me. No one was supposed to care. Then Rhys Hawthorne looked at me like I was his. Like I'd always been his. One moment I was walking through the hall- the next, my back hit the wall, his hand around my throat, his voice in my ear. "I'm going to make your life a living hell." I don't know him. I've never met him. But he knows me. Watches me. Follows me. Controls everything around me like I already belong to him. And the worst part? Something about him feels... familiar. _____ A Glimpse I'm invisible. A scholarship student surviving in a world I don't belong to. That's how it was supposed to be. Until storm-gray eyes lock onto mine across the hall. And everything changes. He moves fast-too fast. Before I can react, my back slams into the marble wall, the impact stealing the air from my lungs. A gasp tears out of me. His hand wraps around my throat. Not choking. Holding. Claiming. "Hello, sweetheart." My pulse jumps wildly under his thumb as the entire hall falls silent. "Get off-" "No." His lips brush my ear, sending a shiver down my spine I refuse to acknowledge. His fingers close around the silver necklace at my throat. "You don't know me, do you?" "I've never seen you-" Something dark flashes in his eyes. He yanks the chain just enough to pull me closer, my breath catching as the world tilts. "I'm going to make your life a living hell, Lyra," he murmurs. "Until you remember why you're mine." Then he's gone. Just like that. Leaving me shaken, breathless... and terrified. That night, I find a photo of myself sleeping slipped under my door. Day one. You're already mine. You just don't know it yet. -RH ___ A dark romance with a possessive antihero, "touch her and die". "His to Fuck | 18+" is a standalone dark romance novel. It is the 3rd book of the "The Hawthorne Legacy " series.