Her siren ebony eyes sang to him a beautiful melody of fear so hypnotizing that he could not find it in himself to look away. For the first time, he felt his heartbeat drumming violently against his ribcage, a reaction to her call. He heard her song, and he was coming. With the corner of his lips curved into a smirk, he marched towards her; if drowning and burning into holy water was what it took to have her, he would swim right through it because she was his the moment he laid his eyes on her. ... Trigger warning‼️This story contains many graphic themes that touches sensitive topics, which some readers may find uncomfortable. ‼️AGAIN! THIS STORY CONTAINS MANY GRAPHIC REFERENCES, NO WARNING WILL BE GIVEN BEYOND THIS POINT.‼️

Emperor Warrick Oswald is the most desirable man in the whole kingdom with his platinum hair and ice-blue eyes that can sand shiver to the most harder man. His personalty is cold but he love his empire and his subject. Ariella Rosewood is a maid in the palace she was 21 year old and working in the palace for almost three year now. Like other she also, only saw the him for distance and never thought that one day she will caught the king attention and since that day her life will change completely. ______________________ "You can be such a flirt sometimes, my king," I said, averting my gaze and focusing on the delicate dance of steam rising from my own cup of tea. The words slipped out before I could think. He chuckled, and I felt a warmth spread through me that had nothing to do with the warm beverage in my hands. "And what makes you say that, my dear?" His tone was light, but the intensity of his gaze belied the depth of his feelings. I looked back at him, my cheeks still flushed. "You know what I mean," I said with a small smile, trying to keep my voice light. "The way you look at me sometimes, the things you say... It's like you're playing with fire." "You know," Warrick said, a hint of amusement in his voice as he took a bite of the egg, "no one else would dare to call me flirt without fearing for their head." To anyone else, the king's words might have sounded like a veiled threat, a reminder of his absolute power and the fate that could befall them for such impertinence. But I can hear the playful lilt in his tone. He was teasing me. "Should I be fear to lose mine then?" I teased back. Warrick's smile grew wider, his eyes gleaming with mischief. He reached out to gently trace my jaw with his thumb, sending shiver down my spine. "You, my dear," he said, his voice a gentle rumble, "are the most precious thing in my empire." His eyes searched mine, the intensity of his gaze leaving no room for doubt. "I would rather lose my crown than risk losing you."

A dark romance between a young spiteful, curious girl, ready to take on the world with the help of her sexy devil. Join them in ups and downs of their relation. ********************************************* I trembled, my voice barely a whisper as I pleaded, "Can I please wear something underneath it? The slit is too high to cover anything." He turned me around, his eyes glinting with mischief. As he knelt down, he spread my legs wide, pushing the lower part of the gown aside. His tongue darted out, laving at my clit, still damp from our earlier encounter. I arched my back, my body convulsing as he devoured me. I clutched the chair, my moans echoing through the room. He intensified his assault, sucking me dry. "Adam... I'm close," I gasped, my voice thick with desire. He paused, his eyes locking onto mine. "The slit is for my convenience," he said, his voice low and dangerous. "So I can play with you whenever I want. No, you can't wear anything that will come between us." ***************************************** Contains mature scenes, abusive language, abuse and dominance of the male lead and his obsession over his love. Please do not go ahead if you do not like reading R rated. You have been warned.

Aaron Russo - Don of the Russo mafia. "To kill or be killed" He had many women in his life but the one thing he didn't do was love or relationships. He said it was a weakness, something people can exploit and hold against you, something he can't have being the head of the mafia. His main objectives are making money, killing traitors and over powering every other mob. That's until he laid eyes on her. Aaron Russo may not do love or relationships, but he knew she was going to be his. She was made for him. Florence Stan - First year uni student. Finally away from strict parents and boyfriend. Studying, making friends and partying is on her agenda for the next three years while she stays in accommodation. She wanted to see what she'd been missing over the years when her father wouldn't allow her to go out, that's untill she ends up at the wrong club at the wrong time. His club. Little did she know the "freedom" she thought she'd just gained would disappear once again. She would no longer be her father's property but his. •• "Well you didn't think I'd just sit here, accept your deal and fall at your knees begging for you to be with me forever, did you?" I smile at her causing her smile to drop. "Don't answer that, you proved you were a freak when you kidnapped me. Anyways, since I have lived with my father for 18 years, I know what men like you and him are like, there's no way for me to get out of this. So, for the next two years I will do everything to make you hate me, I will make you wish you never brought me into your life. By time It gets to the end you will be begging my father to take me back." I slowly get up and walk around the table till I'm right in front of her. Her breathing hitches as I sit on the desk with my hands on my knees, bent down inches away from her face "Princess, I don't beg, the only person who will be begging is you when you want me to fuck that sweet little pussy of yours. Don't make empty threats again

Book 1 in the Sacred Bonds series. There are two kinds of scars on a man. The ones you can see, etched into skin by the Texas sun, and the ones you can't; the kind carved into a twelve-year-old boy watching his legacy get stolen at the barrel of a smile. For AZAD MARTINEZ, the memory is a film reel that never stops playing. The day his father was laid in the ground, his uncle, MALIK MARTINEZ, arrived to deliver his first lesson in family: it's a weakness. He threw Azad and his grieving mother out of their own home, the only home they'd ever known, the very dirt his father had sworn was a sacred trust. But Malik didn't just take the land. As a final, calculated act of cruelty, he took Azad's older brother, ZAYAN, dragging him away to be remade in his own corrupted image. Now, years later, the echoes of that day have become a relentless soundtrack. Azad has built a new empire from nothing, a legitimate agricultural powerhouse, but every success is shadowed by the ghost of what was stolen and the sound of his mother crying in the next room, her tears a silent prayer for the son she couldn't protect, begging for a forgiveness only God and his return can grant. But Malik isn't finished teaching lessons. He's back with a contract, wielding a forgotten debt from Azad's father like a holy writ. He offers a choice that is no choice at all, a move designed to break Azad's spirit completely and claim his hard-won empire. This is where the real war begins. This is a halal romance, a journey deep into the heart of what it means to love under the weight of duty, to seek revenge without losing your soul, and to find the impossible path to forgiveness when the wound is the only thing that reminds you you're still alive. This is a story of one man standing on the land he built, forced to choose between the vengeance that fuels him and the faith that could save him, all while the ghost of his brother and the cries of his mother threaten to pull his world apart at the seams.

DARK SERIES #1 "You don't have any idea what boundaries I can cross for you. I'm not the almighty but capable enough to steal your fate and entwine with mine. I'll gladly cut off my limbs and fucking write our fate together. This is my devotion for you, Lily ". When all you simply want your life to go as per according to the plans but destiny is adamant to throw you into unexpected situations. Rayan, 28 years old, an orphan, who once lost all his hope to live 20 years ago, abandoned by his own parents, found himself under the service of the American Mafia King. He was taught to become ruthless, killer and the best hacker. He was trained to become a beast, a man with a hollow heart for whom only orders of his boss matters. He's a killer, assassin, sinner with blood in his hands.His life revolved around the Mafia World until she entered..... He saw her and lost all his sanity the moment she entered his life. For the first time his heart beat rapidly for a girl. She became his obsession, his madness knows no limits and he won't stop until he'll claim her as his forever. Prity Singh Chauhan, an epitome of beauty, princess and heart of her family. Fragile, introvert, sweet and hopeless romantic, never imagined to get kidnapped by her psychopath stalker. Never in her dreams did she think of getting captured by a devil in disguise of a human who is obsessed with her. To save her family and elder brother's business which might've been destroyed by the man, she unwillingly got married with him. Tangled between lies and brain games, they find themselves in a maze of mysteries. The not so beautiful journey of two polar opposites..... Warning ⚠️ Blood Violence Death Murder Mature scenes 18+ Stalking Plagiarism is highly prohibited 🚫

Warning: This book contains mature content. (18+) ___________ This is a story where desire and destiny conflate, His fervent heart seeks his destined mate, Because.... "He was bound by obsession, she was bound by fate." __________ He was too absorbed in ogling my exposed breasts, his gaze dark and hungry. I took advantage of his distraction and glanced toward the door. It hung loosely on its hinges, barely attached after his earlier outburst. A cold reminder of his strength, he could easily rip it apart, just like he could rip me apart. If I ran fast enough, maybe, just maybe, I could make it to the front door. I just needed one chance, one opening. With my heart pounding in my throat, I bolted toward the door, adrenaline pumping through my veins like fire. My bare feet slapped against the floor, each step a desperate plea for freedom. But just as I reached the threshold, his arm shot out like a viper, snaking around my waist and yanking me back. I collided with his chest, the impact knocking the breath out of me. His body was a wall of muscle, impenetrable and unyielding. "We have to do something about your running habit, mate." ___________ Please read the trigger warning in the Author's note before continuing.

"He's bad Aisha.. he killed our mother.." She kneels down on the cold earth, her hands clenching the edge of the headstone as she sobs. The wind howls like the grief in her heart, and the rain pours like the tears on her face. She speaks to the buried grave, her voice trembling with pain. Suddenly, the air shifts, and she feels a presence behind her. She turns, and her eyes meet his. He stands there, looking relieved to have found her. He approaches cautiously, taking in her tear-streaked face and the distress in her voice. He raised a hand in front of her. "Ghar chaliye Aadhya..." He said in an unwavering tone. "Mujhe nahi Jana..please mujhe jaane dijiye" she retreats back. "Aadhya.. mujhe majboor mat kariye. Anjaam aap seh nahi paayengi.." He says in a stern voice. He was a man obsessed, driven by an undeniable and dangerous fixation on her. His love, driven by possessiveness, bordered on the line of obsession. He would do anything to keep her by his side, no matter the cost.

❝𝐀𝐝𝐯𝐚𝐢𝐭 𝐬𝐢𝐬𝐨𝐝𝐢𝐚 & 𝐌𝐢𝐤𝐬𝐡𝐚 𝐒𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐚❞ I should not feel anything for someone who is my enemy, someone who has caused me so much pain that the very thought of him should fill me with nothing but rage and bitterness. Yet, against all logic, I feel it-I feel the heat rising beneath my skin . The mere idea of his touch sends shivers down my spine, igniting sensations that I desperately want to ignore. This isn't right. I shouldn't crave the presence of someone I despise, but my body betrays me, responding to him in ways that my mind fiercely rejects. He stands so close that his breath fans across my face, warm and intimate, stirring emotions that I refuse to acknowledge. A slight movement is all it would take for our lips to meet, for this unbearable tension to shatter into something far more dangerous. His hands are braced on either side of my head, trapping me, yet he doesn't need to touch me to make me feel trapped. His body hovers just out of reach, yet I can sense him, every inch of him, as if the air itself is an extension of his presence. I shouldn't desire this man. I shouldn't want to close the gap, to feel the press of his body against mine. I should be repulsed, disgusted by how my thoughts betray my hatred. But my body doesn't listen to reason , it yearns for what it shouldn't, driven by instincts I can't control. I despise him-my enemy- My rival-but the line between hatred and desire is blurring, and I'm terrified of which side I might fall on. {𝖠 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗇𝖽𝖺𝗅𝗈𝗇𝖾 } | | Mature content 18+| |

"I will give you the amount you name and in return your daughter will be mine" he said, grabbing my wrist in a tight grip, causing me intense pain. But it was nothing in front of the pain I was feeling emotionally. He is trying to buy me as if I am a thing. What does he take me as? "Fine, she's yours from now on" my father said shattering me in pieces. He never treated me like his daughter. Always beat the shit out of me for little little things. I endured all this silently without any complaints. But the pain he gave me today, I was now unable to be strong. I broke in cries. He dragged me towards his car and settled inside. I was continuously crying, trying to get myself free from him and begging him to let me go. But nothing seemed to work on him. He turned towards me and left my hand which had the marks of his grip and was hurting really bad. He cupped my face and said "Doll, listen to me. I mean no harm to you. But you have to be a good girl, hmm? Will you be?" He was trying to sound as soft as he could, but couldn't. Scaring me more. ****************************************************** VIVAN SHEKHAWAT, 25 years old. A name that screams fear. The king of the underworld and a top womanizer. Doesn't believe in love anymore because of getting cheated on by his ex-girlfriend. SIYA SINGH, a 18 years old pure soul. A name that shows purity and innocence. An orphan who got adopted later on just to be treated as an unpaid maid. She literally begged her adoptive father for basic rights like education. Got beaten up but eventually her father agreed on the condition of her doing household chores completely. What will happen when she will be sold to the one whom she fears with her life? What will happen when he will see the most beautiful girl he has ever seen or better say he ever cared for, doing nothing for attracting him but just passing by him? Witness the story of his passionate love for her and her developing feelings for him in DARKLY OBSESSED WITH HER.