Phycopath Killer X Psychiatrist 𓂃˖˳·˖ ִֶָ ⋆𖹭⋆ ִֶָ˖·˳˖𓂃 ִֶָ She studies broken minds. He owns the ones that break the world. Amaira Rai Mehra Sweet, caffeine-fueled, a little clumsy, and a little too sharp for her own good. In her way to become psychiatrist, who believes every mind has a story... even the darkest ones. Ariv Rico Santaro Italian, tattooed, ruthless. A New York syndicate king who doesn't stop for anyone, except the girl who accidentally walked into his chaos. She was supposed to diagnose him. He decided to stay. Doctor and patient. Bunny and her madman. A love story where therapy sessions are dangerous, rules are blurred, and obsession feels a lot like fate. Some minds are meant to be healed. Some were meant to collide. MATURE CONTENT - EROTICA - ROMCOM NOVEL

He was her brother's best friend. She was his only obsession. Khwaish Khan, the sweet doctor who believed in saving lives. Agastya Qureshi, the ruthless politician who believed in taking what was his. Khwaish wanted a fairytale love, but Agastya didn't love, he possessed. His touch was filthy, his obsession brutal, the kind that chained her body, mind, and soul until escape wasn't an option, only surrender. Because in his world, she wasn't a choice. She was his. To worship. To make love to. To ruin. When desire becomes obsession, who will shatter first - the rabbit which fears, or the snake which hunts? What happens when old promises re-surface, and vows chain them in a marriage of convenience? Will Khwaish fight his filthy obsession... or crave the ruin he promised? | Book 2 in Crimson Vows Series |

✨ DEDICATION ✨ To All broken hearts, who wonder where they belong.....They belong here...... 🎀Tropes🎀 CEO × CEO He falls first - and harder Arranged marriage Age gap Grumpy × Sunshine Forbidden love Mystery - thriller Karma & redemption Dark secrets Healing Romance Obsession Jealous and possesive ML He makes rules she breaks them He lets her

(SLOW UPDATES) *𝙏𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙞𝙣𝙣𝙚𝙧 𝙬𝙝𝙤 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙨𝙝𝙞𝙥𝙨 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙘𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙞𝙫𝙚❟ 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙘𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙞𝙫𝙚 𝙬𝙝𝙤 𝙨𝙞𝙣𝙨 𝙩𝙤 𝙨𝙪𝙧𝙫𝙞𝙫𝙚.* Run. The carnival is dead. No lights. No laughter. Just rusted rides and torn tents whispering in the wind. A place forgotten by time. A place that should've stayed that way. I weave through broken stalls, my anklets betraying me with every step. Chhan... Chhan... "𝘉𝘦𝘬𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘳 𝘬𝘢𝘳𝘬𝘦 𝘩𝘶𝘮𝘦𝘪𝘯 𝘺𝘶𝘯 𝘯𝘢 𝘫𝘢𝘢𝘪𝘺𝘦..." His voice drifts through the air. Calm. Lazy. Too relaxed. I duck behind an abandoned game stall, pressing a hand over my mouth. The scent of rust and damp wood burns my nose. Click. His lighter flicks open. Shut. Open. Shut. I peek through a gap in the stall-he's nowhere. But I know better. He's here. Somewhere. Watching. The lights flicker. The Ferris wheel groans to life, metal screeching as it turns. My stomach drops. No. I spin, ready to run, but my feet freeze as I see it-cables. Thick, rusted carnival wires looping around the ground like vines. And one of them... Tightly wrapped around my ankle. A sharp tug-my body jerks backwards, my scream lost in the wind. I thrash, clawing at the ground as he pulls me in. Slow. Effortless. Like I was never running at all. "𝘈𝘢𝘱𝘬𝘰 𝘩𝘶𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘪 𝘬𝘢𝘴𝘢𝘮, 𝘭𝘢𝘶𝘵 𝘢𝘢𝘪𝘺𝘦..." His shadow looms over me, the glow of his lighter flickering against his smirk. "Enough, Butterfly," he murmured. "Time to come home."

*𝙏𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙧𝙪𝙡𝙚𝙧 𝙤𝙛 𝙙𝙖𝙧𝙠𝙣𝙚𝙨𝙨, 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙛𝙧𝙖𝙜𝙞𝙡𝙚 𝙨𝙤𝙪𝙡 𝙬𝙝𝙤 𝙙𝙖𝙧𝙚𝙨 𝙩𝙤 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙝𝙞𝙢.* Book 1 of ᴄʜᴀɪɴᴇᴅ ᴄʜᴏɪᴄᴇs. A Royal Romance story. "Every curve of you is made to fit into my hands. My hands and my hands only." He lowered his mouth to her shoulder again, trailed moist lips to the nape of her neck. "Don't worry, My Angel," he whispered. "I'm made for your hands, too." ✧ Nikolai Ivanovich Petrov isn't just the youngest son of the Russian royal family-he's a mafia lord, a storm in human form. With the looks of a Greek God, he's a dangerous blend of beauty and power. His empire stretches across continents, built on fear, loyalty, and blood. Power is his addiction, and he's willing to do anything to claim it. To solidify his control, he needs one thing: a marriage. Not for love. Not for desire. But as a strategic weapon. And Radhika Bhardwaj, the naive daughter of a broken family, is the perfect pawn. Radhika was never meant for this world. A girl who once dreamed of freedom, now trapped in a marriage that serves nothing but Nikolai's ambitions. She didn't choose him. She didn't even get a say. Nikolai didn't care for her innocence or her life. For him, she was just another piece in his game. But in her, Nikolai sees something no one else has ever dared to show him: vulnerability, and a spark of light that might set fire to his world. Two worlds crash. Two souls collide. He doesn't care if she hates him. But he will own her anyway. "I hate you," she said. "I hate you too, baby," he replied. A man whose control over everything is absolute, can a single woman change the rules, or will she be crushed under his weight?

Have humans made you lose all hope? Been disappointed one too many times? Have you considered looking for romance with a monster? Want someone scaly or furry to cuddle at night? Crossmatch is what you need! Crossmatch is a dating agency that pairs singles of all species based on the 3 C's: chemistry, compatibility and commitment. Our clients are looking for a lasting relationship and to live happily ever after. This book contains 3 stories featuring a minotaur, a gargoyle and a goblin! Expect smut, romance and a bit of humour. Can be read in full on Inkitt ❤️

____ SMUT 18+ ____ ! I will ruin your ability to walk.... This is the story of Pragya and Abhinav Abhinav singhania raizaada - mafia boss Pragya raj - college girl Prateev - their son Mohit - abhinav younger cousin brother Jaya singhania raizaada - his mother Dev shighania raizaada - his father Sona shighania raizaada - his grandmother Sonakshi - abhinav cousin sister Aakansha - his badi mummy

- "Has he ever touched you?" - "Is that your only concern?" - "That definitely is one of my concerns, doll. Now answer ME." ⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘ She was moments away from saying "I do" - dressed in pure white and trembling with anticipation until Rex Knight walked in. Her groom fell first, blood blooming like a nightmare across the altar. The next bullet was a warning. For her. He didn't come to stop the wedding. He came to reclaim what's always been his. How dare she stand dressed in white for another man. A mistake. That one he had to correct with a bullet. ❣ But here they are - love drowned in blood, lust laced with history, and only one way forward. ⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘ She's the servant's daughter. Sweet & untouched. He's the arrogant mafia prince who turned her sweetness into his favourite muse... much before they both could even understand these things! ⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘ "Marry me. Now," he ordered. She stared up at him, her heart hammering like a trapped thing in his daunting presence, "No... n-not until I breathe," she whispered. His sly smirk widened. How he loved this new side of his little Ela.. his precious doll! ❣❣❣ →Dark romance!! Reader discretion is mandatory X

Aiyana Thakur × Devan suryawanshi [ The story is fictional and have high mature content read only if you are eligible] [ ⚠️Mature content read on your own risk and do not report ] She was beautiful and delicate like flower and fierce at the same time . Apple of her parents eyes . he is wild , dominating, cold but loves only her and would go to any extend to get her She was heartbroken when got to know she was bethroted to someone when she was born but her heart belongs to him . But he was happy hearing the news of her being bethroted to someone but why ? let's unfold the truth together ? How will she get away from this promise made when she was born ? Or will she have to end up getting married to that person ?