"The servants are still awake downstairs. My wife is just down the hall." ​"You shouldn't have come up here tonight," I say, my voice low, a deep baritone that carries a sharp, aristocratic edge. ​"H-Hukum... main toh bas..." I choked out, a hot tear spilling over my lashes as my hands tightly fisted into the simple fabric of my faded cotton tunic (poshak). I looked up into his cruel, handsome face, completely trapped in the golden cage of his desires. (Hukum... I was just...) __________________________________ I want to warn everyone right at the start: this story is extremely dark and contains a lot of disturbing content. If this isn't your cup of tea, please don't read it. I don't want any negative comments, as I have already given you fair warning.

This isn't for you if you like fairytales . It's not for soft hearted ones . " How many times ? " He asked gently, his frame close to hers . She was terrified beyond measure. " W.what ? " She dared to ask . He chuckled. " How many times shall I beat your disobedience out ? " " A.ab.abhimaan " she whisperd . " Mhm ? " he hummed. " M.maine k.kuch nahi k.kiya iss baar " She pleaded softly. " You weren't trying to escape guards ? " He asked , wiping her tears . She froze. " Can't function long with a dose , can you ? " He said while rolling his belt on his fist .

He wanted her scared. He wanted her desperate. He wanted her begging. Her on the floor, knees spread, dress pushed up, legs trembling while he loomed over her. Tears in her eyes as she whimpered his name. His hand tangled in her hair, forcing her to stay still while he... Those delicate legs? Made to be opened by him. His hands. His mouth. His torment. His bliss. He'd keep her in silk gowns and lock every door. He'd feed her, bathe her, cradle her... And then bend her over and breed her again.-her beneath him, crying out his name as he forced her open, spilling himself so deep inside her that her body would never forget. Watching his seed drip from her thighs only for him to push it back in, growling that it belonged to him. He imagined her swollen with his child, belly soft and round, marked by his hands, his teeth, his scent. Everyone would know and see it. She is his muse, his heaven and he is her cage. :::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::: Primrose was meant to bloom. Instead, she was plucked-young, unripe, and fed to a world that devours girls whole. In a time where men held every law, every title, and every key, Primrose Everdell becomes the price of her father's illness. A devoted servant to the powerful family, he is now bedridden, helpless. And when the patriarch offers a "solution"-marriage to their eldest son-Primrose is given no voice. Only silence. Only duty. Her girlhood ends in the bedchambers of Styles Manor, where screams echo down stone halls and no one dares interfere. Her days blur into the quiet horror of submission. Her nights into the claws of a husband she cannot understand - and who does not understand her. . Perhaps she was never meant to be understood, only possessed. Why her? Why must she suffer for the sins of power? Trapped in a world where innocence is currency and silence is survival, Primrose must find meaning in a life written for her by others - or risk losing herself entirely.

"I didn't choose to love you. I just... can't exist without you." "I'll give you lots of money. Spend a night with me." "Never. I will never let you go." "I want you to marry me." She said no. He threatened her brother. He kissed her without permission. He made her bleed-and then cut his own arm to feel her pain. "I'm a monster. But you're mine." She wears his sindoor. His mangalsutra. His name. She never wanted any of it. "I hate you," she whispers. "I know," he says, weeping at her feet. "But I'll spend my whole life making you love me." "Don't you feel shame?" "I only feel you." A village girl with dreams of becoming a teacher. A ruthless heir who has never been told no. A marriage built on obsession, fear, and a love so dark it destroys everything it touches. He calls her his queen. She calls him her cage. "You can force me to marry you. You can force me to wear your sindoor. But you can never force me to love you." "Watch me, sweetheart. I have forever." VEER RATHORE doesn't love. He possesses. ANANYA doesn't surrender. One temple. One glance. One obsession that will burn the world. "If you take off that bangle,ready to see your brother loses his hands." "If you try to leave, I will find you." "If I can't have you... I will die. And my family will make sure yours dies with me." 💀 Dark Romance | Obsessive Hero | Forced Marriage | Possessive Love ⚠️ He's not the prince. He's the beast who burned the fairy tale. "You are my heart. And a man can't live without his heart." "I will never love you." "Then I will spend forever being worthy of you." "You're a monster." "I'm YOUR monster, sweetheart." "If one drop of his blood falls, I will paint your village with your family's blood." "He grabbed her so hard her bangles broke. She bled. So he cut his own arm to feel her pain." " Sweetheart, You Are Mine" dark Indian romance where love isn't given. It's taken. And once he's seen her face, he will never look away.

You and your family came to see me-I said no. Baat khatam. Rishta kahin aur dekh lo. And LEAVE. ME. ALONE!" My chest heaved with emotion, my vision blurred with tears I was trying hard not to let fall. But he didn't even blink. He simply looked at me with that dark, unreadable gaze... and then moved toward me, slow and steady, till I was pinned between his car door and him. No one could see us like this. He leaned in, caging me with his arms on either side of my head. His breath brushed against my skin as he whispered, "You don't wanna marry me... hmm?" I looked away, panic flaring again. He tilted his face, locking eyes with mine. "Bolo." I whispered, "No..." A cruel smirk curled on his lips. "Toh phir kis se karni hai shaadi?" he whispered. "N-no one..." He straightened up-now towering over me-and then, without warning, grabbed my waist and lifted me off the ground. My hands were caught between us, pressed to his chest. "A-Aahan-what... what are you-" I stuttered. "Shh," he murmured, lips brushing against my cheek. "You've said enough. Ab suno." "We're getting engaged in one week. Then the rest of the rituals. And after that," he paused, tightening his grip on my waist, "we'll get married." "Chahe tum khud mandap tak aao... ya main tumhe zabardasti le aaun. Samajh aaya, jaan?"

Celestine, an omega princess of a fallen kingdom, is claimed by the demon prince Zephyr. He is beautiful, eternal, and cruel. His love is a slow, golden erasure. Each feeding a brushstroke of intoxicating pleasure. Each night a descent into perpetual bliss. Now she drifts in a constant haze, her memories dissolving one by one. She has learned to surrender to his darkness every night. He promises her endless children and calls it love. He whispers that she is happy, beautiful, forever his. She is starting to believe him... - "You are mine, Celestine," he said. "You have always been mine. You just did not know it yet." 🥀A Dark Erotic Fantasy Romance ⚠️ CONTENT WARNING: This work contains mature themes, including explicit scenes, abusive/toxic/possessive dynamics, graphic violence, and other dark subject matter. Reader discretion is strongly advised. 18+ ONLY 🔞

ɴᴏɴ-ᴄᴏɴꜱᴇɴꜱᴜᴀʟ ꜱᴍᴜᴛ - ᴅᴀʀᴋ ʀᴏᴍᴀɴᴄᴇ ... "I h-hate you" His movements halted as he removed his head from between her thighs Seeing her weep, blankly staring at nowhere, and with an unpleasant appearance showcasing her dishevelled hair, her swollen eyes, her bloodshot face and her abused lips only brought an unsettling smirk to his face "Don't worry," He smiled, atrocious and pitiful, filled with traitorous emotions that she once thought was innocence "I hate myself too..." ... BTS DARK ONE-SHOTS-BOOK 2 BECAUSE THE FIRST BOOK WAS DELETED BY WATTPAD ⚠️ Just a gentle reminder, this book consists of all of those dark, deep and passionate as well as gross and non-consensual content, so kindly if it makes you uncomfortable, leave my book or better my account because all of my books contain the above description Please don't report ❌ Thank you!

As a mafia princess, Ravenna was raised to be a perfect porcelain doll-exquisite, docile, and silent. But to her four stepbrothers, she is more than that. She is their addiction. Their possession. Their obsession. Every night, they play their twisted games. And every night, she loses a piece of herself. She dreams of escape, but the cage they have built has no doors. Only them. Then a massacre destroys her family's empire. She is rescued by a mysterious man named Luciano Bianchi. He is powerful, dangerous, and devastatingly beautiful. And he offers her two choices: become a fugitive or his woman. She should be afraid. She is. But fear has never felt this much like safety. - "I'll never get enough of you," he murmured, tilting her chin up. "You're mine, pretty doll. Remember that." 🥀A Dark Erotic Mafia Romance ⚠️ CONTENT WARNING: This work contains mature themes, including explicit scenes, emotional/physical/sexual abuse, toxic/possessive dynamics, graphic violence, trauma recovery, and other extremely dark subject matter. Reader discretion is strongly advised. 18+ ONLY 🔞

Wren wakes without a name, without a past, without any memory of the life stolen from her. Ambrose is there - beautiful, patient, waiting. He tells her she is his fiancée. He tells her he loves her. He tells her she is safe. In his secluded estate, he feeds her, bathes her, and lets her carry his children. Her days are measured by his approval, her nights blurred by the sweet wine he offers. But somewhere beneath the haze, a voice keeps whispering-a name she cannot remember, a life she cannot reach, and a truth that would destroy everything he has built. - "You're mine," he said, and his voice was soft, was certain. "You understand that, don't you, Wren? You're mine. Now and always." 🥀A Dark Gothic Erotic Romance ⚠️ CONTENT WARNING: This work contains mature themes, including explicit scenes, toxic/possessive dynamics, and other dark subject matter. Reader discretion is strongly advised. 18+ ONLY 🔞

In the heart of New York City, control is everything. Until she rewrote the script. For eight years, Liam Sinclair has been completely alone, dedicating his life to preserving his family's three-generation publishing legacy. He doesn't do distractions. He doesn't do messy. In business and in his private, kinky lifestyle, his word is absolute law. Remi Evans knows all about survival. Raised in the foster system, she's used to cramped apartments, terrible roommates, and dead-end jobs. Landing a foot in the door at Sinclair Publishing was supposed to be her saving grace, even if her boss treats her like dirt. One moment of speaking out of turn changes everything. After dazzling the entire department with a flawless 15-minute design, Remi finds herself fired by a jealous manager and cornered in the lobby by the CEO himself. Instead of being cast out, she's pulled straight into Liam's orbit as his new assistant. Moving to the 27th floor gives Remi the career jump she always dreamed of. But the closer she gets to her enigmatic boss, the more the boundaries between professional and personal begin to dissolve. Liam wants to nurture her talent, but he also wants to consume her-introducing Remi to a world of submission, control, and raw desire she never knew she needed. But Liam has spent eight years controlling every part of his life. Remi is about to become the one thing he never planned for-and the one distraction he may never be able to give up. ⸻ ⚠️ MATURE CONTENT & READER CAUTION This book is intended for mature audiences (18+) and contains explicit sexual content and adult themes. Please read at your discretion. This story includes: * Workplace romance * Bullying * Dominance and submission * Light BDSM * Light bondage * Anal training * Fisting * Squirting * Breeding kink * Lactation kink * Power dynamics * Explicit sexual situations