𝘔𝘢𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘰𝘯 𝘋𝘪𝘢𝘻 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘸𝘢𝘭𝘬 𝘢𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘦. 𝘚𝘩𝘦'𝘴 𝘢 𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘭 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘺 𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘷𝘪𝘷𝘢𝘭, 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘺 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘨𝘨𝘭𝘦, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘺 𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘴. 𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘢 𝘴𝘶𝘥𝘥𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘨𝘦𝘥𝘺 𝘳𝘪𝘱𝘴 𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘩𝘦'𝘴 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸𝘯, 𝘴𝘩𝘦'𝘴 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘤𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘢 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘭𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘴 𝘰𝘯 𝘴𝘦𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘴, 𝘱𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘳, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘶𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯. 𝘚𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘭𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘣𝘰𝘳𝘯 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘱𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘳. 𝘔𝘢𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘰𝘯? 𝘚𝘩𝘦'𝘭𝘭 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘧𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘪𝘵... 𝘰𝘳 𝘣𝘦 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘺𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘵𝘩 𝘸𝘢𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘦𝘯𝘥. 𝙁𝙤𝙡𝙡𝙤𝙬 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙩𝙤𝙧𝙮 𝙤𝙛 𝙈𝙖𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙤𝙣 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙆𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨𝙩𝙤𝙣

"Now now, my sweet human queen. I'm going to take you to my dark world, where you will rule by my side as my queen,"the blood sucker said while grabbing my chin gently. "Please, I beg you. Let me go. I don't want to be with a blood sucker like you. Why can't you understand that?" I said while trying to push him back, but he didn't move. Suddenly, his eye colour turned from dark grey to crimson red, and his fangs started growing out from his mouth. My heart began to race at the sight. "Now now, my Evelyn, you know I can hear your human heart beating, don't you? Now, don't make me claim you here and mark you as mine. Behave, or my people will not hesitate to kill those humans by drinking their blood," he said, moving his fangs toward my neck. ______________________________________ Meet Evelyn Roy, a middle-class girl living in a small town in Florida with her grandma. She works day and night to pay for her grandma's medical bills while keeping up with her education. But what will happen when the vampire king's son sets his eyes on Evelyn and decides to make her his queen by turning her into one of his kind? Meet Xavier Luciano, the eldest son of the vampire king and queen. He's ruthless, merciless, and destined to take over the kingdom. But now that his parents have asked him to marry and take the throne, what will happen when Xavier finds his queen of all vampires...in a human college? HIGHEST RANKING #1 possession #1 Humantovampire #4 bloodsucker #5 forcedrelationships. # 9 bloodlines

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 Forever - such a deceptive word; how can a mortal ever offer eternity.? ********* Dhani was the first thing he ever wanted that could not be bought, threatened, or destroyed without consequence. Unfortunately, he had spent his entire life knowing only three ways to get what he wanted. He can't have her? Fine. He cages her instead. "You're my Emberpetal," he said softly, like the truth itself had weight. "An exotic bloom... too rare for ruthless eyes." My stomach twisted. I hated the way his words sank into me. "My garden turned to ash long ago," he continued, thumb pressing gently at my nape, a touch that anchored me whether I wanted it or not. "But I'll let you thrive here. Bloom wild. I'll prune your thorns, feed your fire with my own veins." His blood cooled against my skin, but the essence of it burned. "I'll bind you to me," he finished, voice low, unshaking. "Alive.....Ablaze. And utterly mine." 𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒄𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒅 𝒉𝒊𝒎 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑰𝒏𝒇𝒆𝒓𝒏𝒂𝒍. 𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒏𝒐 𝒆𝒙𝒂𝒈𝒈𝒆𝒓𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒏𝒂𝒎𝒆. 𝑯𝒆 𝒉𝒂𝒅 𝒔𝒊𝒎𝒑𝒍𝒚 𝒈𝒊𝒗𝒆𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒍𝒅 𝒆𝒏𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒐𝒏𝒔 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒆𝒗𝒆 𝒊𝒕. She was a florist who spoke the language of flowers, never knowing that one black orchid would become the first omen of her undoing. To him, Dhani was rarer than anything he had ever possessed, a forbidden bloom too beautiful to be left in another garden. Where can anyone pluck her . 🍁 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.