In a world ruled by mafia cartels.... Travis, the first son and heir to the Monrez empire has no rules whatsoever. Not even being straight. But there is one unspoken rule, one! Never mix with the family of the rival cartel. But why should he do that? Especially since he's already so obsessed. And maybe...not the healthy kind. ~~~~~~~~ TRIGGER WARNING: Dark themed *Substance abuse *physical abuse *Kidnapping *Rape. NOT EDITED!!!!!! #2 rivalry #3 gayboys

Series 3 of triplets series Yunus mir sheikh 🩷 Zarnab shahveer khan

"I want to fuck you." My body stilled as I gulped, trying to hydrate my dry throat. "W-what?" "I said I want to fuck you, Professor," he said as he took a taunting step closer, causing him to hover over me, making me feel smaller. His predatory gaze swept over me, causing me to gulp yet again. This man wanted me, and he wanted me now. ____________ Professor Kelly Roman, spends all his time drowning in work; teaching mathematics, tutoring his students, going home and repeating the cycle. There is nothing more to that, that's his life and that's what he is satisfied with. But what happens when a new student comes along and interferes with that daily routine? A student that most teachers tend to avoid, to fear...but why? Kelly doesn't understand but he also doesn't care, all he cares about is work. So what happens when that new student takes a liking to the professor? Will Professor Kelly push him away like he always does with people who want him, or will he be devoured by the mysterious student?

🔞🔞🔞🔞🔞🔞🔞🔞🔞🔞 This story contains mature language, heavy smut and incest work so read at your risk. A story of a mother in law and her son in law. Nothing but my imagination. Do not read it if you don't like it but do not report it!!.

❝𝐻𝑒 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑑𝑒𝑠𝑖𝑟𝑒, 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝐼 𝑤𝑎𝑠 ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑝𝑟𝑖𝑠𝑜𝑛𝑒𝑟, 𝑐ℎ𝑎𝑖𝑛𝑒𝑑 𝑢𝑝 𝑏𝑦 ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑘𝑖𝑠𝑠𝑒𝑠. 𝑆𝑢𝑏𝑚𝑖𝑠𝑠𝑖𝑣𝑒 𝑡𝑜 ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑡𝑜𝑢𝑐ℎ ❝.

#1 all INDIA RANK ON 26oct 28 oct 3 march MAY JUNE and many more!! #1 die bollywood warriors cute ISHWASA X MUBARIZ Jab mohobbat itni badh jaye ki wo lafjon me bayan na ki ja sake to koi tareeka to chahiye na apni mehram ko batane ka ki unse mohobbat kitni beshumar ho gayi hai. Bas mahroo hamare bhi lafj khatam ho gaye hain, itni betahasha mohobbat ho gayi hai aapse ki ab appke jarre jarre par hamara nam likhne ka jee chahta h. Apne aap ko aap ko saupane ka jee chahta hai. Aapko is kadr khud me samana chahte hain ki khuda khud bhi aapko hamse juda na kar paye." " When love gets so much increased that it can not be described in words then we need to find a way to tell our beloved about how much we love them that how much we love them. Mahroo my words too felt finished. I love you so damn much that I want my name to be imprinted on each and every pore of your body. I want to submit myself to you now. I want you to diffuse in me such a way that god himself could not be able to put us apart." He again claimed my lips but this time I can feel the urgency, the desperation in his actions which I never felt before. He always kiss me lovingly and slowly but this one was totally opposite. His hands roamed on my entire waist but when he traced my belly button with his fingers a sound escaped my lips without my permission," Ahhhmmm". My body shaking with the sensations and he left my lips only to look into my eyes. Reviews~~~ * his actions are so intense🔥🔥 *Ahhhhhh 🦋🦋🦋🦋🦋 Oops sorry 🐛🐛🐛🐛 *lots of love 💖💖💖to the author ❤️❤️ I can never forget this story. ..... 👍🏻👍🏻 *ahhh aree ariz ❤️‍🩹😭🤌🏻 ek ariz to me bhi deserve karti hu na ??.me good girl hu 🙂 *Haayeeee Bhaisab sharam aa gyi ye pad ke toh *Taking ss of these lines and keeping them in my notes to show my future husband😭 ( or abhi 18 ki hu mein 🤡). These are just too good.✨🌹 *Marry me khwahish💖😘 Give it a ch

𝐀𝐠𝐚𝐫 𝐭𝐮 𝐒𝐡𝐢𝐯 𝐭𝐨𝐡 𝐦𝐞𝐢𝐧 𝐒𝐡𝐚𝐤𝐭𝐢 ; 𝐓𝐮 𝐑𝐚𝐦 𝐭𝐨𝐡 𝐦𝐞𝐢𝐧 𝐒𝐢𝐭𝐚 ; 𝐓𝐮 𝐊𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐡𝐧 𝐭𝐨𝐡 𝐦𝐞𝐢𝐧 𝐑𝐚𝐝𝐡𝐚 𝐛𝐚𝐧 𝐣𝐚𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐢 ; 𝐊𝐢𝐬𝐢 𝐛𝐡𝐢 𝐩𝐫𝐚𝐤𝐚𝐫 𝐬𝐞 𝐁𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐢 𝐦𝐞𝐢𝐧 𝐛𝐚𝐧 𝐣𝐚𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐢. ~𝐀.𝐆𝐮𝐩𝐭𝐚 ◉ 𝐁𝐎𝐎𝐊 - 𝟏 : 𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐌 𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐇 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒 𝐃𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 : 𝐓𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐚𝐜𝐫𝐢𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐞 ~ ( 𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐌 𝐓𝐘𝐀𝐀𝐆 𝐇𝐀𝐈 ) 𝐈𝐭'𝐬 𝐚 𝐁𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐬 (𝐚𝐚𝐡𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐦𝐲 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭) 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲. .𖥔 ݁ ˖. ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . ݁ "𝐍𝐨𝐰, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬" 𝐑𝐮𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐤𝐬𝐡 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝, 𝐛𝐮𝐫𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐧𝐞𝐜𝐤 𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐮𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐫, 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐭. "𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐬𝐚𝐲 𝐀𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐚 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐤𝐬 𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬" "𝐈 𝐬𝐚𝐲, 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐤𝐬 𝐯𝐨𝐥𝐮𝐦𝐞𝐬 - 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬" .𖥔 ݁ ˖. ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . ݁

The feeling of being abandoned by one's own family was not unknown to Aadhira. She hates her family for abandoning her when she was only a newborn, leaving her in the hands of her uncle and aunt. What will happen when Aadhira is forced to live with her biological family whom she hates the most? Her family abandoned her when she was a new-born, so why are they claiming her now? Will she ever be able to forgive them for the things they did to her? Will she ever be able to love and accept them? Will her family be able to remove the seed of hatred she has for them or will Aadhira's hatred grow? For more stay tuned

I stood leaning on the doorframe watching her while she was watching TV. She was lying on the couch nd was watching TV. Wearing a normal white saree with floral design on it making me remember our first night. She slowly dragged her right leg and kept it on the pillow which was kept beside her. That sight alone is enough to arose me. Her saree covering only half of her body. While it failed to cover her navel, her smooth stomach nd her half breast. I slowly moved towards her..... Hi guys.. This is my first time writing dark romance . So please support me and give my story a try. By Dd