Ruined by Royalty Two princes. One girl. And a throne stained with lust, power, and obsession. Liyana was never meant to be seen. A palace maid with no name, no voice, and no right to dream. Until they came back. The twin heirs of the empire- Zafir: the cold, ruthless prince with eyes like daggers and a touch that burns. Zuhair: the smooth-talking charmer who tastes like danger and whispers like sin. They rule the palace. They own the night. And somehow... they want her. She tries to run. They corner her. She tries to hide. They crave her. She says no. They don't listen. Trapped between obsession and royalty, Liyana must survive the heat, the hunger, and the twisted game only princes know how to play. She thought monsters wore crowns. She didn't know they'd kiss like gods. This isn't love. This is war. And Liyana is the battlefield. 18+

"The fire we circled didn't bless us-it cursed us. And I will make sure you burn in it first." - Dhani Varhan. For a florist like Dhani Varhan, a black orchid usually meant elegance. But the one left for her after that unsettling wedding was a threat. Overnight, her quiet life was flipped upside down, caught in the crosshairs of a power she never asked to be a part of. But Dhani refuses to be a trophy or a captive. To live the life she has always dreamed of-one completely free from chains, control, and lethal restrictions-she has to run. But escaping a shadow that grows everywhere is easier said than done. 🍁 Tonight, she wasn't just running; she was trying to outrun fate itself. Freedom was her only god, and she was sprinting toward a horizon where his name was never whispered. But the universe has a cruel sense of irony. It doesn't allow a masterpiece to escape its collector. As she fled through the shadows, she realized too late that she wasn't running toward safety-she was hurtling into the mouth of the abyss. The reckoning she feared didn't come in the form of a storm. It wore a tailored suit and possessed a gaze that could strip a soul bare. *Ekansh Rathore.* Confusion clouded her mind until her eyes fell upon the sacred fire-and the truth hit her like a physical blow. Her heart died of pure horror. No. No, he couldn't be doing this. "No! Please!" Her voice tore from her throat, a frantic scream that echoed off the stone walls. She thrashed against him, raining desperate blows down on his chest and shoulders, but it was like fighting a mountain. His iron grip around her wrist only tightened as he ruthlessly dragged her into the circle, turning a holy rite into her worst nightmare. He completed his vows of madness, and in response, a raw, soul-ripping scream shattered from her throat. He claimed the enchantress by force, blind to the ancient truth: when you cage a goddess, you unknowingly volunteer to be the first sacrifice at her altar.

A mute girl finds herself entwined with a powerful mafia billionaire who becomes dangerously obsessed with her. Despite her silence, his intense feelings compel him to pursue her relentlessly, ultimately forcing her into a marriage she never desired caging her in his world. A broken soul will be broken more by a Sinner. This Sinner who loves sinning without repenting.... ...without remorse. Join the journey of the mute with her Sinner by reading this Story. **IT'S A DARK ROMANCE STORY WILL CONTAIL 18+ SCENES, VIOLENCE, ABUSE, NON CONSENT SCENES AND SWEARINGS 🤬. I DON'T SUPPORT ANY OF THEM. SO IF Ur UNCOMFORTABLE PLEASE AVOID THIS STORY. THANKS***

After a painful heartbreak, Clara swore never to love again. Longing for a fresh start, she prepared for her life-changing surgery... only to awaken in an unfamiliar world, where fate's allure twisted her destiny. Mistaken for a princess whose identity was yet unknown to her, she was forced into marriage with a ruthless, blood-sucking king - a man feared by all, even death itself. But Clara's new reality was only the beginning. ********** In the deepest depths of the earth lies a sacred place of endless torment - Hell. A sacred land of sorrow, pain, and eternal punishment, specially made for those who committed different kinds of atrocities on earth. Yet, the true ruler of this sacred, cursed place is not Satan, nor Lucifer, but a being far more ancient and feared. Demons, witches, immortals - even Satan himself - bow to his name. The one who whispered rebellion into Lucifer's heart, the fear that feeds on silence, the one whose existence the Bible never dared to reveal. His identity remains unknown to all humans, not because it was forgotten, but because it was forbidden. His allure thrives in mystery for what is more terrifying than an enemy you can't name? But the question remains ..... Who is this king of Hell?.... Why was his name forbidden for all mortal being?.... What is his true purpose for creating all the evil that thrives in the world?........ And most importantly why was Clara-a broken-hearted human on the brink of a new life dragged into a completely different world?..... The questions remain constant...... yet unremarkable answered.

☆ SLOW BURN • DARK ROMANCE ☆ 〜 They burned her kingdom to ash. Now she sleeps beneath the roof of its conqueror. Clarice, last princess of Sahradyn, was meant to die with her family. Instead, she was spared, dragged across enemy lines and locked in a tower by the man who shattered her world. King Caelen of Velmoras is cold, calculating, and ruthless. He offers her only one choice: become his concubine, or rot in the tower. Yet even as Clarice plots her survival, something stirs between them. A pull. A thread. The old texts call it the soul-thread: a bond said to bind enemies as often as lovers, rare and perilous, long dismissed as myth. But Clarice feels it now, in every glance, every silence, every clash of wills with the man she should hate above all others. As war brews on the borders and kingdoms begin to fracture, Clarice must decide whether the thread binding her to Caelen is a curse to be severed, or a weapon powerful enough to change the fate of empires.

The forest had never seemed so alive, so hostile. Branches clawed at her gown, dragging at the white tulle as if the trees themselves wanted to keep her from escaping. Breath ragged, heart pounding, she ran faster. The runaway princess. Behind her lay the gilded prison she had once called home, and ahead-unknown freedom. Or so she thought. Far beyond the forest, nestled against the cliffs where sunlight dared not linger, stood an ancient cursed kingdom. Its walls bled with ivy, its spires broken yet unyielding. Legends whispered that no soul entered its gates and lived unchanged. Some said shadows ruled there. Others claimed the land itself was alive, waiting for its chosen queen. It was there he waited-the man feared across kingdoms. A ruthless dark king, his armor a thing of black steel and intricate carvings, his presence commanding silence, even from the winds. He had built his reign upon fire and fear, yet his hunger was not for power alone. His hunger was for her. "You carry fire in your veins, little one-fire that was always meant to be mine." And when battle raged around them, when swords clashed and fire lit the skies, he fell-not as king, but as a man whispering his final truth against her lips: "I was yours from the beginning... and I'll be yours until the end." The world seemed to crumble that night. And yet, in the ruins, in the ashes, in the silence that followed-she felt his presence, watching, waiting. "He chose you long before you were born." The runaway princess was never meant to be free. She was meant to reign beside him. Not as his captive. Not even as his queen. But as his fire. As his fate. As his undoing.

In a kingdom where curses are more than mere fairy tales, an ancient castle stands hidden behind walls of dark thorns, forgotten by all but the bravest and the most foolish. For within those shadowed halls slumbers a prince cursed by his own heart's betrayal. Once a ruler feared for his power and beauty, he now lies in a spellbound sleep, imprisoned by a vengeful sorceress who demanded a price for his cruelty: eternal rest, unless someone awakens him and binds their fate to his. Mira has never believed in fairy tales. Life in her village is one of harsh reality, where survival depends on wit and willpower. But when her family's future hangs in the balance, she's driven to the one place her people have always feared. Rumors of a sleeping prince and a curse that can be broken are all she has to go on, yet desperation leaves her no choice. But awakening the prince sets a far greater plan in motion, and the darkness she thought she'd face is only the beginning. Now, bound to a prince whose shadows dance with danger and desire, Mira must learn to navigate a world of magic, betrayal, and a fate that pulls them both toward something neither can escape. The only question is, who will break first-the girl with fire in her veins or the prince whose heart has long since turned to stone?

**She was meant to disappear into the dark. Instead, the dark carried her home.** Aurelia was taken from the sea and broken beneath stone-her body chained, her voice stolen, her identity erased. Kept alive only because a cruel king believed she held the secrets of the merpeople, she learned one truth above all else: Silence is survival. When a violent invasion shatters her prison, Aurelia expects death. What she finds instead is him. A warrior forged of shadow and restraint. A man whose power decays iron and bends fear into obedience. He does not ask her name. He does not demand her loyalty. He carries her out of the dark as if it is inevitable-like fate finally remembering her. But Theo of High Raven is not merely a rescuer. He is a prince of a kingdom carved from obsidian and ravens, where power is ancient, borders are guarded by monsters, and nothing survives without purpose. As Aurelia is drawn north into a land that blooms where it should rot. Caught between a throne that fears her, a kingdom that watches her, and a man whose silence feels more dangerous than any threat, Aurelia must lie convincingly enough to stay alive-while hiding a truth that could shatter borders, crowns, and gods alike. Because she is not ordinary. She never was. And if the world learns what sleeps beneath her skin- Even the Black Throne will not stand tall enough to stop her. A dark fantasy of secrets, slow-burn tension, ancient magic, and the dangerous pull between two forces the world was never meant to contain.

Blood Descent, must be read first. You'll also notice a shift in Matic's voice, I weaved in more of his 1500's cadence to be truer to the man he was before five centuries of imprisonment. Lastly, I change his nickname from Stormbringer to Stormwalker. - Wicked Descent Summary: Viola survived the darkness. Thane is dead, but his corruption isn't, and the cure waits in Tehom. Matic is finally free-no more prison, no more chains. But freedom comes with a leash and a parasitic sickness. Matthew allows the travel to the demon realm with one condition: deliver a criminal to Tehom, and Matic's probation ends and Viola gets her cure. Simple. Except nothing about Tehom is simple. Stripped of her ley line magik, in a court of ancient predators, Viola discovers she's not just Matic's companion-she's his weakness. And in a realm where dragon factions circle for war and demon lords sharpen their knives in the shadows, weakness is a death sentence. Until Matic offers her a lifeline: himself. One taste of his essence, and the power that flows through her is darker. Rawer. Hungry. Viola tells herself she'll stop once they're safe. Once the mission is over. Matic tells himself he's protecting her, that Askar holds the answer to saving them both. They're both lying. Because with every pull of Tehom's power, Viola changes. And Matic, watching her eyes stay darker and her magik turn vicious, realizes the terrible truth: he wants her exactly like this. Corrupted. Powerful. His. And as the mission erupts into chaos and enemies close in from all sides, the promise of a cure looms in the distance. But Tehom has already marked Viola. And the remedy that can save her life might cost her everything that's made her feel powerful. Matic has to choose: the woman she was, or the monster she's becoming. The problem? He wants the monster.

My body trembled, but not from the cold. "You frighten me." His brow twitched, eyes darting around the features of my face. "Frighten, or excite?" His gaze dropped to my mouth. "Which is it, Miss Young?" ❆ Once upon a time in a dying village, there lived a girl who dreamed of a life free of fear and death. She yearned for a world not ruled by the darkness and the demons awaiting her inside it... For nearly eighteen years, Adaira Young has been able to hide from the monsters that plague her small village. Every year in Kinnot, a name must be drawn to be offered to the beasts from the mountains. Once they are sacrificed and disappear through the gates, they are never seen again. When Adaira's world comes crashing down around her and she finds herself on the outside of those very walls, Adaira comes face to face with the monster she's been cowering from all her life: A terrifying man named Beast. Whisked away to his palace in the icy mountains, Adaira struggles to adjust to her new life and fight the dangerous feelings of attraction growing inside her. But as the days grow colder and their relationship grows stronger, a deadly secret from Beast's past threatens to shatter everything. To live, he needs the one thing Adaira has to die for in order to love her: her heart. **A Beauty and the Beast retelling🖤♥️ Updates randomly, but mainly Friday's ⚠️❗️This book includes material that may be graphic to some viewers. Please take caution when reading⚠️❗️