"The devil's hand can hurt anyone, but not her." An abusive father. A school bully. She never had love. She never had safety. But one wrong number changed everything... A gangster who walked into her life and claimed her as his daughter! As if she had always been his! Ready to burn the world for her. He was supposed to be a monster. But for her, he became protection. Possessive. Deadly. Unconditional. And from that moment, the Devil decided she was his daughter. When the world failed her, the Devil himself chose to become her father. To the world he is the Devil with bloody hands... but for her, he is a father she never asked for! The Gangster Who Called Her Mine!🖤

She survived captivity. She survived torture. She survived things no child should ever endure. But nothing prepared her for discovering that being forgotten hurts less than being second choice.

Update schedule is every Friday .... •••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••• 💐Hey there,My lovely Tulips🌷 Welcome to a world where vengeance simmers beneath every smile and betrayal lurks in the shadows,but underneath we can see a pure love tale. Meet a man destined to wear the crown to rule the rajasthan and underworld with ruthless discipline and unwavering honor.publicly,he is the polished CEO of Rathore empires.privately,he is the silent puppeteer of a vast criminal empire.His heart? Ice-cold. His beliefs? Unforgiving. To him, women are nothing but greedy opportunists-chasing wealth, fame, and power. He despises love, loathes marriage, and mocks commitment. But fate doesn't ask for permission.His blood-soaked world takes a sharp turn when she arrives. A woman whose smile could melt steel. A woman who dares to walk into his mafia kingdom and-without warning-claims his heart. Her warmth seeps into his soul, stirring emotions he buried long ago. Let's crack open the story with lines that grab readers by the collar and say ,"Buckle Up". ⚠️ A word of caution:Trust no one-not even this author. Because in this tale, masks fall, truths twist, and characters reveal sides you never saw coming. And yes... there's a secret. One I'll only reveal at the very end. Tropes: Mafia romance Hidden identity Grumpy × sunshine Obsessive male lead Possesive female lead Slow burn Past secrets

Everyone in Vivekanand Institute of Studies feared three things 1. Bullies 2. Bullets 3. Brutal Veeraj Dahiya No, He was not brutal........ he was Blunt, Boundless, Cold blooded and heartless. From Campus fights to open firing in rallies, Veeraj was a certified Haryanvi Jaatt His bad boy personality made many campus girls drool over him, But he? Heck no!! he knew his standards. Coming from one of the hella rich and powerful families of haryana and being the only son of the most powerful MLA to ever rule the state, Dheeraj Dahiya, Our hero was not afraid of anything ( let's see for how long) REET THAKUR: A simple girl from Rajasthan who desired freedom more than she did oxygen. Having a toxic and patriarchal house, she never got validation at home. But how did she end up having the privilege to study at the prestigious Vivekanand Institute of Studies? Well, it would have gone the other way if Shushant Rana didn't wanted an educated daughter in law!!!! Let's see how will this freedom cost her for something she never knew she would desire for Warning: mature content and use of f•ul language

Born a forbidden hybrid..half Dragon, half Lycan. Araya Dravén has spent her entire life hiding. Not just her power... but her bloodline. Because Araya isn't the abandoned outcast the world thinks she is. She is the only daughter of Commander General Vealen Dravén, Supreme Commander of the Dragon Armies, second only to the Dragon King himself. His wealth can buy nations, his influence can shift thrones, and his strength is feared across every clan. And for eighteen years, he hid his daughter from a world that would end her for what she is. Until the Academy of Flames and Fangs summons her. Here, strength determines status... power decides survival... and fate chooses your mate. But fate betrays Araya the moment she arrives. Her first fated mate, a rising Lycan prodigy, takes one look at her low-status cover identity and rejects her, unaware that she is the heir to the second-most-powerful Dragon in existence... and the key to a destiny that could elevate him beyond imagination. Her second destined bond is far more perilous: a Dragon prince who sees through the lies she built her life on... and recognizes exactly what she's hiding. Now, caught between rival clans, resurging grudges, and brutal trials, Araya must keep her identity buried while navigating two dangerous destinies and two hearts powerful enough to shatter kingdoms. Enemies want her broken. The Academy wants her controlled. Everyone wants the truth. But Araya didn't come to be claimed. She came to survive. And survival is something she excels at. And somewhere deep in the shadows of this world... something long-buried has begun to awaken. In a world of fire and fangs... she might be the spark that burns the old order to ash.

​"My sister stole my fiancé, thinking she had left me with nothing. She celebrated her victory, unaware that her betrayal was the best thing that ever happened to me. To save the family's honor, I was betrothed to the one man she fears most: her own ex-fiance ASHUTOSH CHAUHAN. He is a hidden titan of industry, a man of ice and iron who commands every room he enters. She despises him; Now I'm beginning to realize why, But as he pulls me into his cold embrace, I'm learning a dangerous truth: The only thing more satisfying than revenge is being the woman he'll burn the world for." But things gets messy when the family's curse is revoked, one person's greed will create havoc in everybody's life. 'Game of love will turned into Game of survival" "We are divorced" × "I don't care" "Stay away" × "Make me" "Move on!" × "Not possible!"

Vaishnavi didn't leave Dev to escape him. She left because staying was killing her slower. Separation was supposed to be peace. It became war. Quiet. Invisible. Inevitable. Inside the Rathore mansion, she isn't a princess anymore. Not a daughter. It's not a mistake that can be corrected. She's a trigger. A walking fault line. Every corridor whispers her past. Every shadow feels like it's watching her bleed in silence. She lives in a house that once worshipped her name and now pretends she never existed. And far away-yet dangerously close-Dev feels it. The distance doesn't soften him. It sharpens him. The man who once restrained himself for her is losing his patience with mercy. His aura coils are dark and controlled, burning beneath the surface like magma waiting for a fracture. Every lie the Rathores swallowed. Every truth, Vaishnavi stitched into her silence. Every wound she never named. He feels them all. Because she is no longer shielded by his shadow. And he is no longer protecting the world from himself. This isn't heartbreak. It's a fuse. Because Dev without Vaishnavi is not calmer. He is deadlier. And Vaishnavi without Dev is not safer. She is unguarded. Secrets don't stay buried when two empires breathe the same air. Blood remembers. Trauma leaks. Truth claws its way out. Every step Vaishnavi takes inside that house rewrites the past. Every breath Dev takes outside, it promises destruction. They are still bound. Not by proximity. Not by vows. Not by words. But by a bond, violent enough to burn kingdoms once it snaps back into place. And when they collide again- It won't be emotional. It won't be gentle. It won't be merciful. It will be a reckoning. Because what's coming next isn't love. It's inevitable. 🔥

Privious name of this book : Twisted Obsession : A Mafia Romance "obssetion? No, kiddo. What I feel for you is much darker than that." ✦ ─────────────── ✦ "Run if you want kiddo. I enjoy the chase." ✦ ─────────────── ✦ Slap He didn't touch his cheek. He didn't blink. Something inside him simply shut down-the human part. What was left was the Beast. Not rage-rage is loud. This was control. This was the silence of the deep ocean. He stepped closer, invading her space until she was forced to "Interesting," he murmured. That was all. No explosion. No shouting. And that frightened her more than any roar ever could. He reached out and took her wrist. His grip was firm, unavoidable-a band of iron that didn't squeeze, but simply ended her freedom. "Do you know," he said, his voice lowering to a register that vibrated in her bones, "how many people pray I don't notice them? How many men have died just for looking at me the wrong way?" His thumb pressed lightly against her pulse. Her heartbeat was frantic, a trapped bird. "And you," he continued, his eyes darkening into twin voids of obsidian, "raise your hand on me." He released her wrist suddenly, only to grab her upper arm with a strength that brooked no resistance. He began to drag her. Not toward the house. Not toward the towels. He dragged her toward the dark, restricted end of the pool-the section where the water was deep, shadowed by the overhanging architecture. "Advay, stop! You're hurting me!" He didn't respond. He didn't even seem to hear her. He stepped down into the water first, fully dressed in his charcoal trousers and silk shirt. The surface changed around him, shifting and swirling as if recognizing its master. Then, she saw them. Five shadows beneath the surface. Massive. Sleek. Moving in a rhythmic, terrifying orbit. There are Sharks . Vrishti's breath froze in her throat. "No," she whispered, her voice trembling. "Ad

In the Luciano-Kwon syndicate, power is a birthright, and blood is a weapon. But for Gabriela, blood is just a stain. Daughter to the infamous Latin-Italian Capo, Lorenzo Luciano, and the calculating, ice-cold Japanese-Korean-Chinese matriarch, Mei, Gabriela was born into a throne of shadows. But in a family built on legacy, she is the unintended afterthought-the least favorite, the forgotten heir. While her older sister, Mei-Lian, is groomed for alliances and her six older brothers-Leonardo, Alfonso, Riccardo, Romeo, Francesco, and Junfeng-train to inherit the empire's violence, Gabriela exists on the periphery. She is the ghost in the mansion: ignored by her mother, dismissed by her father, and treated with cold contempt by her siblings. Yet, this neglect has forged her into something the Famiglia never intended: observant, ruthless, and dangerously independent. She knows the secrets whispered in three languages, and she can move through the compound unseen. The brothers-six towering figures who rule the organized underworld-are cruel but undeniably protective. Their dominance is suffocating; they push her away, yet their loyalty is a double-edged knife, ready to cut down anyone who dares touch their family burden. But when a long-forgotten debt comes due, threatening to expose Gabriela to the most dangerous enemies the syndicate has ever made, the Famiglia is forced to finally look at their ghost. Now, Gabriela must navigate the viper's nest of her own home, where the only thing more deadly than the rivals outside is the family she desperately craves to escape. Will the least-loved princess rise to command a dynasty, or will she be the first casualty of the war within her own bloodline?

QUEENS OF CHOAS SERIES PREQUEL!!! Once upon a time, a girl was sent away. No trial. No second chance. Just a story everyone believed because it was easier that way. Five years later, she comes back. This is the part where, in a Disney movie, she'd forgive everyone, hug her family, and learn the power of love. Instead, Gianna De Santis learns how to break bones, keep secrets, and survive rooms that were never meant to be safe. The family expects a villain. The kingdom expects obedience. And some Princes are not always charming . There are no fairy godmothers here. Only men with power, women with knives, and lies that refuse to stay buried. And while everyone's busy wondering if Gianna is still dangerous- They forget to ask the real question: What happens when the girl they tried to erase comes back sharper... and finally decides to stop being nice? Because this isn't a Disney movie. And the girl who survived the tower doesn't believe in happily ever after- She believes in consequences.