𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝟐 𝐨𝐟 𝐑𝐚𝐠𝐞 & 𝐑𝐞𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐛𝐮𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐇𝐀𝐓𝐄 𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐒, 𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐔𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐁𝐄𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐒 Varnika Rawat, one of the top fashion designers of New York. Despite being talented & successful, people misunderstood that she has reached the heights of success only because of being the sole heiress of Rawat Industries. She was living her carefree life, ignoring people's remarks but her life turned upside down when her childhood enemy Atharv Kapoor entered in her life. Atharv Kapoor, CEO of Kapoor Industries who is known for his sunshiny nature. But only the business world is aware of his monstrous side. Circumstances made both of them bear each other. But what will happen when she will feel something more than just hate for him? As much as she hates him, she's attracted to him. But the question is, will Atharv feel the same for her ? Will he try to know the misunderstood heiress ? Or will he again tag her as a mere spoiled princess? . . Be a part of their hatred journey to get answer about these questions. . ©𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐃𝐈𝐓𝐒 & 𝐂𝐎𝐏𝐘𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐒 𝐁𝐄𝐋𝐎𝐍𝐆 𝐄𝐗𝐂𝐋𝐔𝐒𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐋𝐘 𝐓𝐎 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑 #1 in enemiestolovers #1 in obsession

Gabrielle Lane, a very colorful and joyous woman with a big heart. She was never one to judge, spread rumors, or stay mad at someone for over a day. Closing up her shop one night she was bombarded by three men. Elijah Knight, a cold and dangerous man who never cared for anyone except his crew. A job gone wrong have him meet the the caring and sweet Gabrielle. He instantly disliked the young girl, hating everything about her. But when his hate turns into something more... something deeper, will he be able to control the obsession he soon has over her Warning: This is a dark novel and will have a lot of mature scenes. It will have also a lot of disturbing scenes such as violence, abuse, and other sensitive topics. This is not for people with soft hearts. Meant for 18+

"What are you?" the older man questioned, his voice a chilling blend of authority and amusement, like a knife wrapped in silk. "Your wife," I replied softly, my tone laced with the submission he seemed to crave. "No," he murmured, his lips brushing mine, the words a dark caress that sent shivers through me. "You are my doll, milaya." He towered over me, his intimidating presence both suffocating and intoxicating. The nickname, spoken in that deep, accented voice, wrapped around me like a chain I couldn't help but love. "You are the only woman who is allowed to warm my bed at night," he said, his voice a dark melody, smooth but unnerving. "The only woman who's allowed to step into my office and bend over my desk, waiting for me to come home so I can fuck you." A cold, low chuckle rumbled from his chest, the sound as sinister as it was intoxicating, sending shivers down my spine. ♡ Dimitri Mikhailov, the russian mobster. His presence filled the room like a storm. He didn't have to move or speak to dominate the room. Broad-shouldered and imposing, his scarred face told a thousand stories that he'd never waste words on. He was my husband and I was his precious doll.

Warning: DARK ROMANCE Story contains detailed mature scenes possessing dubious consent not recommended for age group below 18 years old. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED! Prologue Shadows engulfed his angelic features oozing devilish intentions. It wasn't until he took a step towards her did the gravity of situation descended upon and even then she couldn't do anything but shake in fear. She knew making a run for it won't do a thing, calling was not an option and if she screamed...she opened her mouth to shrill but a meek plea came out. Her body's lack of response terrified her, tears gathered in her orbs with horrible anticipation. With his each step nearer she gripped the frame of her window tighter hoping to keep her balance. It took him three steps to be inches away from her body. He slowly took his suit jacket off, making himself comfortable as he amusingly watched her shaken face. She was so horror-stricken to even look at his face. She gulped as his hand cupped her neck in a gentle grip, guiding her eyes to his. His eyes slipped from the hold of her eyes to her lips in a second. She grew self conscious all over again. His heated gaze on her lips was unwavering. In the moment of bewilderment and growing self awareness her tongue unconsciously wiped her lips wet and it was all it took for him to descent on her lips. Description Had it been upto him he'd have broken her down to pieces and never put her togather, instead, he let her build herself, he watched her collapse and stand, die and live, float and drown all the while playing her body like a putty in his hand. Her husband had never been gentle, his ways was one of his kind. He read her like a book and used her spells against her. She was vividly aware of what she was getting herself into but nothing could prepare her for the don who brought everyone on his feet and she was no exception. How would she survive his ways or even would she?

"I will never leave you alone, love." When the guy you slapped turns out to be the Heir of the company you work for. Hey, past self! I'm from the future haha. Um, this is awkward. Remember how I always used to say that my anger issues were going to get me in deepsh*t one day? Well... I don't know how to tell you this. I am in deepsh*t. Highest ranking: #1 in Culprit- 1/27/21 #15 in crimefiction-1/27/21 #1 in secretary-5/2/21 ᏂᎥᏕ ᏒᎧᎽᏗᏝ ᏗᏒᏒᎧᎶᏗᏁᏟᏋ

"Pick a number." He said, firmly. "Four?" "Higher." He demanded. "T-ten?" "Now turn around and show me that sweet little ass of yours." _______ ~♡BOOK ONE OF THE DESIRES SERIES - Rai had no choice but to drop out of college for the sake of her fathers health. With piling hospital bills and overdue rent to pay, she needed a way to make money and fast to keep the roof over her head. So, what will happen when Rai falls into a dirty business? What if becoming a part time prostitute was the only solution for her at the time? It paid enough to keep her father alive and have food on the table for the rest of the week. What more could she want? Will innocent little Rai be able to survive as one? Or will someone come save her? _______ A KIM TAEHYUNG FANFIC. What was previously known as 'Dirty Desires' is now being re published as, 'Her Desires' 𝚁𝚊𝚗𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜 : #1-MatureContent #1- Desires #1-Adultfiction #1- Taehyungfanfics #1- Kim #1-jacksonwang #1-Break #2- bts #2- hate #7-mafia #9-Jungkook

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𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝗔 𝗽𝗲𝗿𝘀𝗼𝗻 𝘀𝗼 𝗰𝗿𝘂𝗲𝗹, 𝗶𝗻𝗵𝘂𝗺𝗮𝗻𝗲, 𝗳𝗿𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁𝗲𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴, 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗲𝘃𝗶𝗹.. 𝘀𝗼𝗺𝗲𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝘄𝗵𝗼 𝗵𝗼𝗿𝗿𝗶𝗳𝗶𝗲𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗵𝘂𝗺𝗮𝗻𝗶𝘁𝘆 What would you do if the most deadliest man long for your love & affection? Would you run? What if he's known as the wicked murderer of the world. He has taken lives, committed crimes and robbed banks. He's dangerous and evil and now she is his victim for a lifetime. _____ Terror seized my entire body, terror that no one can understand who has not experienced it. Even the screams in my throat were frozen. Only my pounding heart, and my quiet sobs, said that I was still alive. _____ "Do you know what I'm going to do to you?" I nod, completely defeated. "Good. And what are you going to do about it?" I sob softly, knowing better than to make too much noise. "I cant do anything." "That's right. Now spread your legs." _____ PLEASE DON'T READ IF NON-CON TRIGGERS YOU, I WRITE ABOUT IT DOESN'T MEAN I SUPPORT IT!! [ WARNING - mature content, non-con explicit scenes, gore and death ] _____ #1 psychopath #1 taehyungff #1 jiminff #1 parkjimin #1 stalker #1 bangtan #1 angst #2 jungkook #3 btsfanfic #3 thrill #4 fanfiction #7 jeonjungkook _____ © Comfortkook

"Tae-Tae, someone's after us." When the guy you slapped turned out to be something you never expected. Hey, past self! I'm from the future. Haha. Um, this is still awkward. Remember how I used to think that my past is one day going to come and bite me in the back? Well... I don't know how to tell you this. It did. Hҽɾ Rσყαʅ Eʅҽɠαɳƈҽ (Sequel to His Royal Arrogance) by Swag Meow