❖═══ COMPLETED ═══❖ 𝑰 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒃𝒐𝒓𝒏 𝒂 𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈. 𝑰 𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒕𝒊𝒕𝒍𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒅𝒂𝒚 𝒎𝒚 𝒏𝒂𝒎𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒄𝒂𝒎𝒆 𝒔𝒚𝒏𝒐𝒏𝒚𝒎𝒐𝒖𝒔 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝑷𝑶𝑾𝑬𝑹 & 𝑭𝑬𝑨𝑹. They says his name in whispers. A man with no mercy no weakness. I was just a mistake_ a girl who got in his way He is cruel, controlling feared by all He says he will ruin me He rules her world... will she survive? "I hate you," I told the most dangerous man of the country. He only smirked, like my fear amused him. "Hate me all you want," he said. "You still belong to me." "Let me go!" His eyes darkened. "Never." ZAVİYAR SINGH RATHORE - ZSR Feared. Ruthless. Untouchable. His name alone makes men tremble and women whisper. He is power. He is danger. And now, he wants her. IRHA KAPOOR _ Alone. Broken. Stronger than she knows. Escaping a past filled with lies, abuse, and betrayal, she thought she could run. But fate has a way of bringing the hunted straight to the predator. Top ranks ❤️ March 30, 2026 #1st enimiestolovers #2nd feared #6th controlling #8th. lovehate 26 April 2026 1st rank #devil 1st Rank #escape ❤️❤️

Arav×Isha 💀 He saw me on the metro. Just once. That was all it took. I didn't even notice him. But he remembered everything . Two weeks later, I woke up in a bridal saree, sindoor in my hair, and a mangalsutra around my neck. No pheras. No promises. Just a forced marriage... and a door that wouldn't open. "You're mine now," he whispered. "Even if you hate me for it." I tried to run. More than once. But he always found me. And every time I left, something inside me shattered louder than the door I slammed. I told myself I didn't love him. I swore I hated him. But then... Why does it ache more to leave him... than to stay with my captor? ------------- Honestly, this is my first story. Good or bad, both responses are highly appreciated. 🏆1 in #captive (30/06/2025) 🏆 1 in #touchherandyoudie (28/7/2025) 🏆 2 in #dominace

duplicitous adjective- marked by deliberate deceptiveness especially by pretending one set of feelings and acting under the influence of another Cleve University is the richest, most influential, luxurious university in the world. Getting a scholarship is rare but an accomplishment to receive, earning you bragging rights. Estrella Parker earned her scholarship despite having many responsibilities on her plate. That won't let her stop her though. Meeting many people during her journey, friends, acquaintances, and enemies. . . . . "Ren Miller." Known as the Golden Boy always having a smile on his face or wanting to lend a helping hand. Or that's what he wants to appear as. i update every Wednesday started- Feb 2 2026

"I.. I don't understand what you are saying", she choked out. "Oh! Valentina you are so innocent but don't worry, I am here to rid your innocence", I grabbed her hands and pinned her against the bed. I was on her the next second. She panicked, tears formed in her eyes but fuck! that just turned me on. I trapped her thighs between my thighs and pinned her hands to the sides. "Damien.. what are you doing?", she asked me with teary eyes. "Did you see that?? on the mirror", I asked her. She looked at the mirror on the ceiling. "That's the show.. the mirror is craving to see and today is the day", I said lewdly against her face. "Damien please..", she pleaded crying. "Shh.. you don't have to do anything. Just look at our reflection in the mirror. Look how I thrust into you, look how I devour you and fill your cunt with my..." "Stop it!", she screamed. ********* Valentina Flores, a nineteen years old girl moves to Russia with her mother after her father's death hoping to start a new life, but fate has other plans for her, waiting to suffocate her in its tight embrace, in the form of 6 foot 2 inch tall, muscular and handsome walking hell named Damien Michailov. Damien Michailov is the CEO of the Michailov group and a ruthless mafia who thinks of women as just pleasure giving objects that get on their knees for him. what happens when he meets Valentina who ignores him like a speck of dust in the air, that triggers the worst part of his ego. will Valentina be able to start a new life as she hoped or falls into the hell hole named Damien Michailov and burns in his wrath???

My Husband Is a Psychopath I am Anya Frances Von Hemsworth, born into power, wealth, and a life of freedom I had no intention of surrendering. But my parents had other plans. My marriage was arranged long before I understood what the word promise even meant- and the man waiting at the end of that promise is Nicholaus Henrik Vlatislov, a rising Soviet Army General... and the future President. I was Mischief. Reckless. Chaos. He was Discipline. Silence. Control. We were never meant to mix-until we were forced to. And marriage to him? It was supposed to be political. Practical. Not the beginning of my own personal nightmare. Because Nicholaus Vlatislov is not a normal man. One night, I saw him standing at the end of the hallway- his uniform soaked, his face dripping with blood. He smiled at me... that slow, terrifying, predatory grin. I blinked- And he was gone. Was it real? Or am I slowly losing my mind inside this cold, suffocating mansion? My life after the wedding becomes a prison made of marble and silence. No parties. No alcohol. No friends. No chaos. Just a dangerously calm husband who watches everything... and ignores my reckless acts as if he's waiting for me to break. But the more I try to escape him, the more I realize something horrifying- Nicholaus isn't ignoring me. He's studying me. Because the General of the Soviet Army did not marry for politics. He married for possession. Obsession. And for reasons darker than I'm prepared to understand. And now... my heartbeat doesn't belong to me anymore. It belongs to my husband- the psychopath I was forced to love.

Mara thought she knew what pain was. She grew up in a house where love was a myth and her brother's fist was a reality. But when she's forced to sign a marriage contract to Malachi, the man who dismantled her dignity, she learns that some debts are paid in blood, and others are paid in screams. ​Malachi is a predator with a God complex. He has bought her from her father to settle a lifelong grudge. He promises her a living hell, and on their wedding night, he delivers. ​Mara is fragile, innocent, and brilliant. Malachi is cruel, obsessed, and unstoppable. ​She signed the paper to save her father's heart. Now, she'll have to survive the man who wants to rip out hers. Author's Note: This story contains extremely dark themes, domestic suffering, and non-consensual situations. Reader discretion is heavily advised. 🎖️#1Unwanted ••• 12.03.26 🎖️#2 Abusivehusband ••• 12.03.26 🎖️#3 Bullyromance ••• 17.03.26 🎖️#2 Bullystory •••25.03.26 🎖️#1 Trauma ••• 07.04.26 🎖️#7 Slowburn••• 15.04.26 🎖️#3 Angst ••• 18.04.26 🎖️#2 Dark ••• 04.05.26 🎖️#1 Toxic relationship ••• 18.07.26

After a devastating war fractures the world, a ruthless city rises from the ruins...Greyheaven, a place ruled not by law, but by power, money, and fear. In this twisted haven of illegal empires and inherited cruelty, Tristan Walker, son of Greyheaven's most powerful businessman and its unseen dictator, is bound by a dark family tradition: he must claim a doll, a girl owned, not loved, before marriage. Isolde is torn from her family, stripped of her past, and delivered into Greyheaven's shadows. Isolated, broken, and powerless, she becomes the one fate assigns to Tristan. In a world where people are possessions and mercy is weakness, ownership is mistaken for destiny and survival comes at a brutal cost. Love that fits the world is lived. Love that defies it is remembered. ▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎ He forces my wrists up and wide, tying them to rusted pipes overhead in a cruel Y-shape, arms stretched taut, body yanked open and vulnerable. My legs kick frantically, trying to clamp shut, but he kicks them apart, binding ankles to stakes in the floor. Spread eagle, helpless, the dress rides up, exposing everything. "Please! Untie me...I'll be good, I promise!" I beg, innocent eyes wide with terror, body arching off the mattress in pure resistance, hips bucking, back bowing to escape the exposure, core clenching to hide my most private place. He stuffs a rag in my mouth, tasting of oil and grim

Dark Indian fantasy This story is based on the 1950s when society was male dominated, women were not allowed to open their mouth or share their views. At that time, illegal marriages , domestic violence, and everything were normal. Men were even allowed to marry multiple times. At that time, girls were not allowed to study . Thakur Vijayendra Singh - head of 55 villages in Rajasthan, 30 yrs old, hotty , the most handsome guy of the whole village, and most wanted bachelor. He is a man who commanded attention without a word. Standing tall at 6'2ft, his broad shoulders and strong frame carried the weight of generations. His presence alone was enough to silence a room, his dark, kohl-rimmed eyes holding an intensity that could pierce through the bravest of men. A faint tilak marked his forehead, a reminder of the lineage he carried with unshaken authority. Dressed in an off-white kurta, a finely embroidered shawl draped over one shoulder, and leather riding boots, he looked every bit the powerful ruler he was. His black horse, Raunak, galloped through the golden sands, dust swirling behind him as he rode through his lands like an emperor surveying his kingdom. Aaradhya Rathore - The Untamed Flame Aaradhya was like a delicate flame-small, bright but capable of burning everything in her path. At 18 years , 5'3ft, her petite frame held a spirit far larger than the world allowed her. Long, waist-length black hair swayed behind her like a silk curtain, strands escaping to frame her delicate face. Her hazel eyes, lined with dark kohl, held a quiet defiance, a fire that refused to be tamed despite the world's expectations. There was an innocence to her beauty, but also stubbornness, an untamed spirit hidden beneath layers of silk and gold. #1 sad on 5.06.26 #1 sadness on 22nd March 2025 #1 romantic on 13th January 2026

Gianna is an 17 year old girl, but no one would ever guess how much she has already seen. One evening, as Gianna was walking down the streets towards a dark ally, she notices them. 6 guys leaning against a black car, watching her. 'Lost?' On of them calls out. Gianna looks at the boys and she recognizes a logo stitched on their jackets. A gang, a very dangerous one. She keeps walking but they stop her. What will they do when they realize she is not just some random girl?

Simone Carter thought she knew exactly what she was moving for. A charming man. A fresh start. A life far from everything she left behind. London was supposed to be simple work, love, stability. And for a while, it is. Rome is attentive, generous, and just flawed enough to feel real. The kind of man you learn to understand. The kind of man you try to fix. Until the cracks start to show. The temper. The insecurity. The things he never explains. And the quiet realization that Rome's world is bigger than he ever let on. Because Rome isn't just a man with money and influence. He's connected. And he's not alone. By the time Simone begins to pull away and she finally chooses herself it's already too late. What she thought she could walk away from was never hers to leave in the first place. Because some men don't lose control. They take it back. And some families like to share.... 𝐆𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐢 is apart of the Moroz series but can be read as a standalone book. WARNING: This story contains dark themes, obsession, sexual tension , and explicit scenes. Reader discretion is advised.