"You think John would've ever made you feel like this?" I asked darkly, lips brushing her nipple as my fingers circled her again. "You think he would've claimed you like I will?" She whimpered. And when I pushed two fingers inside her, her knees buckled. "Say it," I demanded. "Say you're mine." She shook her head, biting her lip. "I hate you." "Then hate me while I fuck you," I snarled, lifting her up with one arm under her thighs and carrying her to the bed of straw and soft woven sheets they'd laid out like a royal gift. I laid her down like a queen, but I wasn't here to worship. Not tonight. I was here to destroy. ❀.•°°•.✿.•°°•.❀ 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐦. 𝐇𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐯𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐢𝐭. A chaotic 20-year-old girl. A 38-year-old billionaire with a past soaked in blood. And one forest mistake that ended in a forced tribal marriage. She thought she'd drive him crazy. He thought he'd never fall. But fate had a different game- one with bullets, betrayals, and a heartbeat that refused to stop. When love becomes war, and death becomes a lie... 𝙲𝚊𝚗 𝚊 𝚐𝚒𝚛𝚕 𝚠𝚑𝚘 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚋𝚞𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚍 𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚎 𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚒𝚗... 𝚝𝚘 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚒𝚜𝚑 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚢? ___________________________________________ ⚠️HIGHLY MATURE CONTENT | 18+⚠️ ⚠️ Spicy scenes ahead. 18+ only. Fully consensual & guideline-friendly.🔞 Started : 18 April 2025 Ended : 2 June 2025

"The Hacker and the Mob Boss" ❦ Reyna Fields seems to be an ordinary girl with her thick-framed glasses, baggy clothes, hair always up in a ponytail, and her head tucked away behind a computer screen. However, no one knows she's armed with a genius IQ and a heart of gold. She hacks her way into virtual systems on a search for her mother. Unfortunately for her, she has hacked into the wrong database. She hacked into the database of the notorious mob boss, Santino "Saint" Venturi. Saint is the opposite of his name. He's known for his ruthlessness. As a mob boss to a mafia, he learned to eat or be eaten. When Reyna stumbles upon his database, a plan dispersed into his mind. He's going to take her. ❦ "I don't share, angel." "He's a friend," she found herself saying. Dante was too busy staring at her to notice the fiery glare in Saint's eyes. She was mentally praying that Dante would just look away. His fingers trailed up her leg before his hand latched onto her sex. He held her there while a small gasp left her lips. "I will fuck you on this table if he doesn't stop looking at what belongs to me." ❦ HIGHEST RANKING: #5 romance - 6/26/22 Dark Romance Cover by @-simplyhan

"You are mine!" He roars. "I will do whatever it takes to make you know that. Whether it means I lock you up in a prison and throw away the key." Footsteps come rushing into the dining room, and I turn to see multiple men--guards I suppose, flanking one another. Each of their hands rest on things within their jackets. Which i can only guess are guns. What else would they be? He waves them off and stalks towards me, standing behind my chair. I try to turn my head to look behind me, at him, but his hands move to the sides of my face, stopping me. "I can give you the world Mia. I am no fool. I know that love takes time, and I will give you as much as it takes. But you are mine." He says so calmly. -------------------------- When Mia Jones, a College student from Australia with a mysterious past is offered the opportunity to work as a translator for a man she had never heard of in New York City, she had assumed it would be a normal job, little did she know it would be the end of her freedom. Matteo Giovanni is the most feared Mafia leader in New York, and the whole country, heir to the Italian Mafia, he is used to getting what he wants. And when he sees Mia walk into his office for a job interview, he knows he wants her. She is his light, and he is her darkness. Will Mia ever be able to escape Matteo and the Mafia, or will she fall in love before she can stop herself? WARNING: Within this story there is coarse language, themes and violence. ______________________ #1 in Romance 29/10/2020 ----------------------------------- Began: 21/08/2020 Completed: 13/01/2021

❝𝗞𝗶𝗹𝗹 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗟𝗼𝘃𝗲 𝗱𝗼𝗲𝘀𝗻'𝘁 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗻𝘁 𝗮𝘀 𝗺𝘂𝗿𝗱𝗲̨𝗿, 𝗱𝗮𝗿𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗴..❞ What happens when rage and obsession collide? Neither of them wanted marriage. But destiny rarely asks for permission. Especially when it's fueled by bullets, betrayal, and a twisted kind of devotion. 𝗦𝗵𝗶𝘃𝗮𝗮𝘆 𝗦𝗶𝗻𝗴𝗵 𝗢𝗯𝗲𝗿𝗼𝗶, is rage personified. The heir to an empire of guns and gold, he's the eldest son of a feared mafia family. Possessive, unpredictable, and unforgiving-he doesn't just protect what's his, he owns it. After rejecting nineteen marriage proposals, he reluctantly agrees to one... for reasons only his blood-stained heart understands. 𝗥𝗮𝗮𝘃𝗶 𝗥𝗼𝘆 has a temper just as volatile. The only daughter of London's businessman Omkara Roy, she has no interest in Indian traditions or being controlled. But when she's forced to return to India for a marriage she didn't agree to, her world turns chaotic. She just wanted her freedom. Not a husband with eyes full of fire and fists that have tasted blood. This isn't your typical arranged marriage romance. This is obsession, wrapped in tradition and sealed with danger. -𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗢𝗯𝘀𝗲𝘀𝘀𝗶𝗼𝗻 𝗟𝗲𝗴𝗮𝗰𝘆 2 ⋆༺ ٠࣪⭑ ༻⋆

"𝑰 𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒓𝒂𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒉𝒂𝒕𝒆 𝒎𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒃𝒆 𝒂𝒍𝒊𝒗𝒆, 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒏 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒎𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒃𝒆 𝒂 𝒎𝒆𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒚." ~~ DIVORCE AGREEMENT. My hands went numb. The paper trembled between my fingers. I looked up at him, praying it was some kind of twisted joke. But he didn't even flinch. He just pushed the pen towards me, his gaze sharp and unreadable. "Sign it, Mishti. You wanted him free. This is the cost." My chest tightened, the fever, the ache, the weight of everything crashing over me all at once. Behind me, I heard Arav struggling, his voice raw, "Don't you dare, Mishti! Don't beg to him. Don't give him that satisfaction. He should be the one apologising to you, not the other way around!" Sultan clicked his tongue, eyes narrowing. "He's still talking... making me angrier." His tone was calm, terrifyingly calm. "If I want, I can let him rot here for years. Do you want that, Mishti?" My stomach twisted. My hands were shaking uncontrollably now. He was serious. Dead serious. The inspector slid the pen into my hand. My eyes stung, the words blurring on the page. I didn't even recognize my own handwriting when I pressed the pen down, signing my name with a trembling hand. It felt like I was signing away more than just a marriage. I was signing away a part of myself. When I lifted my head, Sultan was watching me. Not triumphant, not smiling-just cold. "I want to start fresh. I'm planning to get married again. I don't want your nuisance anymore." I swear in that moment, something inside me just collapsed. Like all the years, all the love, all the pain I carried-it was for nothing. I wanted to scream, wanted to beg him to just once look at me the way he used to. He fixed his watch, straightened his cuffs, and picked up his coat like this was just another meeting that was done.

𝐁𝐎𝐎𝐊 𝟏 𝐎𝐅 𝐆𝐈𝐑𝐋𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐃𝐔𝐓𝐘 A U R E L I A : " I applied here to get away from my family and to pursue my career. Not fall in love with my boss. " R A I N E R : " You signed a contract, Gold. That means you're mine and there's no escaping me. " ⟡ 06/22/23 - 09/07/23 WORD COUNT: 123,000

The story of a royal The king who lost his heart to a girl at his first sight only.. his deep yearning for her.. his deep love for her.. join the love journey of the ruling king of jodhpur ABHIMAAN RANAWAT CHAUHAN.. The story of a normal girl Who is ambitious, carefree The girl who considers herself unworthy of getting love. Who totally believes in love but doesn't believes she deserves it. He is the dark haired love interest with all you can the red flags, who can kill and die forq her, she is the dusk of pretty evening who is home to pure imperfections. He yearned for her with all his passion She lost herself in his yearning. The journey of love, passion, obsession, dreams An Indian royal mafia romance!

Book one of Royal's romance by @/anmitales 𝑫𝒓𝒊𝒗𝒆𝒏 𝒃𝒚 𝑭𝒂𝒕𝒆 Some stories aren't chosen... they're destined. He saw her once-wrapped in grace, hiding something in her silence. She was never meant to be there. But neither was he. Rudraksh Singh Rajvansh doesn't believe in coincidences. And Mahira... she's about to learn what happens when fate collides with secrets long buried. A forced marriage. A stolen past. And a storm neither of them saw coming. He says it's destiny. She calls it betrayal. But in a game where hearts are the biggest pawns, can either truly win? ______________________ (Alert: Rewritten version of book previously known as 'Empire of Rajvansh'.) note: I don't own any picture in book all credits to respectful owner and the asthetic's made by only me.

Ranked #65 (09/02/2018) "Dev...please don't.." she struggled "What about....No!" he smirked, inching closer to her. Her Innocence attracted him. Her love weakened him. Her betrayal tore him. Meeting her after 3 years, all he wanted was revenge. In his own way. She was his to destroy. Only HIS! He wanted her to regret He wanted to see her suffer He wanted her pain He wanted revenge Yet she meant the world to him...she was his only love. [Private story with Mature content! Read it at your own risk] **Chapters have been privated! Please follow in order to read them!**

"𝙇𝙤𝙤𝙠 𝙖𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙗𝙚𝙜𝙪𝙢. 𝙏𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙨𝙪𝙡𝙩𝙖𝙣 𝙍𝙖𝙨𝙝𝙞𝙙 𝙬𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙤𝙣𝙡𝙮 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙠𝙣𝙚𝙚𝙡 𝙞𝙣 𝙛𝙧𝙤𝙣𝙩 𝙤𝙛 𝙮𝙤𝙪,𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙬𝙞𝙛𝙚,𝙈𝙖𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙖-𝙀-𝙏𝙖𝙝𝙚𝙧." ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ ˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ It was a political marriage. Last wish of his dying father. Getting married and increasing his legacy, that's all he wanted. He wasn't supposed to have feelings for her let alone feel possessive.But why does it feel like she belongs to him, she was his all along.She was. She thought her life was over. She was sure of it.But...then how did she end up here?Which year is it? She is a rajput princess?But didn't she just died? 𝘉𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘳𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘢𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘶𝘱 𝘢𝘴 𝘢 𝗋𝖺𝗃𝗉𝗎𝗍 𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘥𝘦𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘪𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘺 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘭𝘶𝘥𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘴 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘧𝘶𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘦.𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘺 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘴. 𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘯 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘢 𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘢 𝘴𝘶𝘭𝘵𝘢𝘯'𝘴 𝘸𝘪𝘧𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘱𝘰𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘭 𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯? Let's take a look shall we? #firstbook in Unwanted Series A/N: The first few chapters were written when I barely knew anything about vocabulary or knew how to write a story. I started writing on impulse so it may seem a little immature. But please don't judge the book by reading the first few chapters. I