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.‼️

I saw her long before she saw me. She didn't know then that her fate had already been sealed, that every step she took was drawing her closer to me. Closer to what she would become. There was something in her-something fragile, something wild. A fear she tried to hide, wrapped in defiance and confidence. It was intoxicating, watching her, knowing that no one else could see what I saw. No one else could feel the pull like I did. The slow, deliberate unraveling of her world as it would soon be tethered to mine. I felt my heart beat once, hard and fast. It was the only signal I needed. She would be mine-not in some fleeting, hollow way. No. I would strip away every shield, every defense, until she was laid bare, body and soul. And when she looked at me for the first time, I knew. She was already mine. A. Trigger Warning ⚠️: This story contains intense and graphic content, exploring dark and disturbing themes that may be triggering for some readers. Sensitive topics are depicted throughout. Reader discretion is strongly advised. Proceed with caution: after this point, no additional warnings will be provided.

For the richest man in the country, his wife .. namely me .. is just another property of his that he absolutely refuses to sell or forfeit. Even after 3 years of separation, getting a divorce from him is still an impossible task to accomplish! I have by all means refused to contact him.. and he didn't bother to contact me as well. but why is it when I finally decided to find another man to love and live happily with my ex cold husband turned into someone I never met before. could I have been mistaken about him all along ? #1 separation 01/10/2021 ( 01 octobre ) #1 richmalelead #1 arranged 14/04/2021 (14 avril) #1 regret 06/04/2021 ( 06 avril ) #1 hesitation 18/04/2021 ( 18 avril ) #1 exhusband 02/05/2021 ( 02 mai ) #1 complicatedrelationships 11/06/2021 ( 11 juin ) #1 misunderstanding 22/09/2021 ( 22 septembre ) #1 jealous 19/10/2021 ( 19 octobre ) #2 marriage 09/02/2022 ( 09 fevrier ) #1 marriedlife 02/06/2022 ( 02 juin ) #1 regret 04/06/2022 (04 juin)

"Now why don't you start telling me, what that motherf**ker was doing at your house yesterday...?" "Ethan, please..., I-" she let out, despite the throbbing ache. "Here's the thing, cara mia," he snarled in her ear, his hot breath hitting her skin like that of a scalding iron rod, "I don't tolerate opponents, I destroy them. So, listen to me and believe me when I say, I'm going to ruin him so bad that he will curse the day he was born and curse the day he laid his unworthy eyes on you. And this is a f*cking promise!" ~~~ HE WAS UNHINGED; SHE WAS HIS ELIXIR HE WAS ADDICTED; SHE WAS HIS DRUG HE WAS WISTFUL; SHE WAS HIS FANTASY At seventeen, moving to a new place, to Queensland, was supposed to entail a fresh beginning for Maryam Dias and her mother. A sanctuary for healing. A hiding place from the memories of what was lost. But for Maryam, it was just the beginning of a new hazard and unfortunate misery awaiting at her doorstep. And this time, escaping may just be out of her hands. Queensland, Australia is ruled by the Mafia families, and Ethan Russo just so happens to be the son of the most powerful Mafia Don. When Ethan sees her, he wants to keep her, restrained, isolated, and at his mercy, away from all prying eyes. With emotions that borderline obsession and eyes that promise her of insanity, there is no escape for Maryam, as she becomes a mere spectator while he ruins her life and her, caging her and molding her to his heart's desire. What is she to do when all odds are against her and the haven she sought after happens to be a playground for the Mafia ruler's son? Will her prayers for a life of freedom ever come true? If yes, then at what cost...? Trigger warning: violence, sexual abuse, physical abuse, racism, substance abuse, and self-harm. The book is DARK, DARK, and DARK. This contains both Book 1 (completed) and Book 2 of Ruining Innocence series. ~~ Join my patreon page for faster and earlier updates: patreon.com/shaziyakhanwrites

He was intrigued first, amused next, and obsessed at last. For Sin, she was merely an assistant to one of his flings until the day she dared to meet his gaze. The moment their eyes collided, a thunderbolt of desire flushed through his veins, nearly knocking him off his feet. He had never seen a pair of eyes as breathtaking as hers. He was obsessed. With her every smile, the gangster found himself spiraling deeper into the depth of his obsession with her. Obsessed to the point nothing mattered to him anymore. He was determined to own her regardless of consequences; even if it meant breaking her. Nevaeh didn't know she was hugging the business tycoon Sin Volkov when she clung to that stranger to shield herself from the damned cockroach. She didn't know the man she sought protection from was a cold-blooded murderer. And that she had caught his interest. Obsession is fatal but it gets all the more twisted when it involves a mafia lord who knows no fear. Delbe into a love story conspired by a cockroach and reinforced by butterflies.

Monsters don't hide under the bed anymore....atleast her's didn't. He sleeps with her, beside her, in her bed. They do not have horns and fangs anymore....atleast her's didn't. He was the most beautiful thing she ever saw. They are not all about hating you.....atleast her's wasn't. He loved her... beyond the definition of human love. He loved her more than humanly possible. He loved her a bit too much... Excerpt "Ahh," he pulled her up fisting her hair in his grip. She let out a yelp as her back banged into his jeep. Her eyes were on his, and his was screaming rage. He grabbed her jaw. "Say it again," he said. "I-I will always be y-yours," she repeated. "Say it with my name."I-I am y-yours Shahzain," Sitara said, and he leaned more into her. His grip around her jaw loosened, and his hand cupped her cheek and pulled open her naqab. He rested his forehead on hers. "You are Sitara. You are mine. Just mine...." His lips engulfed her's and his hands traveled to her waist. He pulled her closer to her, eating up the tiniest bit of space they had in between. He gripped his shoulders tightly as a reflex. Just like his eyes, his kiss was dominating too, making every breath of Sitara submit to him.

Warning‼️This book contains abtruse topics such as Dark love, Abuse, Violence etc. You have been warned. "I thought after 3months of dealing with my anger, when I finally saw you again the desire to skin you alive and add your pretty skin to my collection would have died down." he said camly looking at me. His game on pause for a second. My heart dropped to my feet. My eyes were wandering between him and the items close to him as I blinked the tears away. "Sylas- please. You have to understand-" I felt more scared seeing as his attention was back on the board and not on me. Dying was an exceptional thing for me but death by Sylas I couldn't even begin to imagine. "Sprich nicht."(Don't speak.) His native tongue did something to me. I gulped being unable to look at his eyes even though they were on the chess board. "What did you think was going to happen Mäuschen?" he asked giving me his full attention. Every Fibre in my body wanted to run, my mind was screaming for me to run but I knew that wouldn't get me anywhere, it would just make him more excited. "Lay your hands on the table." he commanded moving the chess board further from him. I now wished he continued with his game. I didn't want all of his attention. I complied to his instruction with trembling hands knowing I had no choice. "Which finger did you use?" he asked casually grabbing the hammer and standing up causing a sob to wreck through me. I harshly bit into my bottom lip to stop the begging that was at the tip of my tongue, I knew he wouldn't listen, he only just wanted his answer but I had no control over my tears. .. She wishes she never met him, but wishes only come true in fairy tales.

WARNING‼️This book contains abstruse topics such as Dark Love, Toxicity, Abuse, Violence etc if you are not comfortable with the above please feel free to swipe past this book. A man with a drive for blood gets lost in the eyes of a woman with a simple life. Their foreign but not so different worlds come clashing together when he claims her as his. He just can't seem to stay away or get her out of his mind. He couldn't say it was driving him insane because he already lacked in that department. He didn't care what it would take, he wanted her and he would have her.

I was 8 when I got promised to Andrei, my childhood friend. We shared a great bond and comfort with each other. But we didn't love each other. That word wasn't in my vocabulary and perhaps nor in his. I am genophobic. I am scared of sexual intimacy. I married Andrei, not aware of someone's eyes on me all through these years. Danzel Lavigne. I had no idea that my husband's older brother was obsessed with me. Completely, insanely obsessed. He wanted me from the moment he saw me but his father refused. The don can't have a disable as his wife. I am mute. My life turned for worse after Andrei died and I was summoned by the devil. He was supposed to kill me, avenge his brother's death but..did I mention he has a blindspot where I am concerned?