Anastasia Mancini; everyone in the underworld knows her name, the Fiore Mortale. After her Grandfather murdered her parents, she was raised as his personal assassin, learning to kill without so much as a second thought. People fear her, men fall on their knees before her, her beauty transfixing them as they know the only time she'll visit is if it's the last face they'll ever see. Vincenzo De Santis; the Don of the Italian-French Mafia. After taking over leadership from his father, Vincenzo made a name for himself, becoming the most cruel and ruthless Don ever known, determined to create a legacy of fear and power. Both are set on killing the other, Anastasia on orders from her Grandfather, and Vincenzo driven by protecting his family. When the two lock eyes they're the first not to feel the shiver of dread crawl up their spine upon meeting the other, both consumed by a hatred. But what happens when they're forced to work together on a joint mission? Will their hate prevail? Or will fate somehow find a way? ---- I feel all hope vanish when I see a cruel smile make its way to his lips, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction. "Say that again, Anastasia," he says, the way he says my name making my stomach drop. I bite my tongue and swallow my pride, sucking in a sharp breath, "I need your help," I rasp, my voice barely audible. He chuckles and leans against the doorframe, his eyes raking down my body. "Well then get on your knees and beg for my help."

Ever since she's been a child, Leila Rossetti's sole ambition has been to seize control of The Cosa Nostra and avenge the childhood she lost by the claws her father, The Don. When she inadvertently declares war on the Russians, who have long held a vice grip on the underground, her plans go right in the trash giving way to a far more dangerous threat. Yet the overconfidence of the Italian assassin is nothing more than a source of amusement to Nikolai Romanov, king of The Bratva. Known for his ruthlessness and absolute control over Russia, he views Leila's reckless move as merely an entertaining spectacle, like a predator who only toys with its prey before devouring it. So what happens when The Pakhan finally decides to strike his prey? ________________________ "If you allow her near you again, I will kill you. Then myself. And it will all be over. If we can't be together in this life we will in the other. Then the next one. And the next one after that. You know how the list goes." I hissed, digging my index finger into his chest. "You're tormenting me can't you see? Your absence your contradictions, they're torturing me. I want to kill anyone who dares to look at you too long, anyone who'd dare to even breathe too close. I crave your blood, your tears, your violence and your lust. Every single part of you. I want to reach into your chest and carve myself in your black heart making sure it only beats for me. You haunt my thoughts and you course through my veins. You. Are. Mine." The words ripped through my throat like sharp blades, leaving me trembling and my chest heavy. It felt as if my very soul laid bare, right on his blood painted hands. A cruel pleasure painted the twist of his lips as his eyes flashed with triumph. He savoured every moment of watching me suffer because of what he caused, delighted in the confession of my sick obsession. "Then prove it to me. I'm right here, Leila. Take what's yours." My heart stilled.

In the sprawling metropolis of New Delhi, where tradition and modernity collide, Jayasvi Rana's life is about to take a dramatic turn. As a shy yet determined political science student, Jayasvi has always dreamed of making a difference, despite the shadows cast by her father's struggles with alcoholism and failure. When her family arranges her marriage to Raghav Hooda, the enigmatic heir to a powerful political dynasty, Jayasvi steps into a world of wealth and influence she could never have imagined. Raghav, with his commanding presence and impenetrable facade, is known for his ruthlessness in business and politics. He agrees to the marriage for reasons Jayasvi can't fathom, and his cold exterior hides a passionate and possessive nature. Thrown into a life of opulence and scrutiny, Jayasvi is both fascinated and apprehensive. Raghav's mysterious allure draws her in, yet she senses that beneath his stoic demeanor lies a man bound by secrets and desires as dark as obsidian. As their marriage unfolds amidst the glittering social scene of Delhi's elite, Jayasvi finds herself caught between her own ambitions and the shadowy depths of Raghav's world. Can she unravel the mysteries of her husband's heart and navigate the treacherous waters of love and power, or will she be consumed by the obsidian desires that threaten to engulf them both? Obsidian Desire is a tale of forbidden passion and hidden truths, set against the vibrant tapestry of modern India. Dive into a story where every whisper and touch reveals the complexities of a love forged in shadows and the relentless pursuit of ambition.

It is said that love doesn't happen from a brothel, but what happens when the offspring of that brothel becomes someone's love? The intensity, which is a product of a brothel, was once a normal life, but everything changes when Aransh Maurya enters. Aransh's intensity, madness, and love become everything. Will the name of the brothel withstand the power of love? Will Aransh's obsession be able to give his love a destination? --------------- Aaransh placed his finger on her lips and said, "We'll talk about this later. First, do what I said. Remove your clothes." Shiddat spoke softly, "Okay, but will you move off me first?" Aaransh shook his head and said, "No. In fact, you don't need to do anything." Saying this, he grabbed her shirt in one swift motion and tore it apart. Shiddat's eyes widened in shock. She quickly said, "What did you just do? You tore my clothes? We just bought this yesterday and now you've already ripped it?" Aaransh looked at her and said, "If it's torn, we'll get more. Okay? Just keep quiet and let me do what I'm doing. If any sound escapes your lips, it should only be my name and nothing else." With that, he placed his lips on Shiddat's neck. --------------- Read to find out 😜😜😜😜

"𝑰 𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒓𝒂𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒉𝒂𝒕𝒆 𝒎𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒃𝒆 𝒂𝒍𝒊𝒗𝒆, 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒏 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒎𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒃𝒆 𝒂 𝒎𝒆𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒚." ~~ DIVORCE AGREEMENT. My hands went numb. The paper trembled between my fingers. I looked up at him, praying it was some kind of twisted joke. But he didn't even flinch. He just pushed the pen towards me, his gaze sharp and unreadable. "Sign it, Mishti. You wanted him free. This is the cost." My chest tightened, the fever, the ache, the weight of everything crashing over me all at once. Behind me, I heard Arav struggling, his voice raw, "Don't you dare, Mishti! Don't beg to him. Don't give him that satisfaction. He should be the one apologising to you, not the other way around!" Sultan clicked his tongue, eyes narrowing. "He's still talking... making me angrier." His tone was calm, terrifyingly calm. "If I want, I can let him rot here for years. Do you want that, Mishti?" My stomach twisted. My hands were shaking uncontrollably now. He was serious. Dead serious. The inspector slid the pen into my hand. My eyes stung, the words blurring on the page. I didn't even recognize my own handwriting when I pressed the pen down, signing my name with a trembling hand. It felt like I was signing away more than just a marriage. I was signing away a part of myself. When I lifted my head, Sultan was watching me. Not triumphant, not smiling-just cold. "I want to start fresh. I'm planning to get married again. I don't want your nuisance anymore." I swear in that moment, something inside me just collapsed. Like all the years, all the love, all the pain I carried-it was for nothing. I wanted to scream, wanted to beg him to just once look at me the way he used to. He fixed his watch, straightened his cuffs, and picked up his coat like this was just another meeting that was done.

Enemies at the Boardroom Dark Royal Romance | Multi-Couple | 18+ | Hindi-English "Married by convenience. Bound by secrets. Destroyed by desire." A royal wedding on paper. Two signatures. Zero submission. One CEO king still haunted by a woman he lost. One lawyer too dangerous to be tamed. She walks into his empire thinking he's the storm to survive. Turns out, he is the silence before it. He knows more than he says. She is more than she seems. And when the real game begins- neither of them is ready for the cost. There are no love confessions here. Only power. Obsession. Control. And chemistry you can't fake. - Character Aesthetics ◉ Atharva Rajput - The man whose silence screams. Obsessive. Strategic. Dangerous. ◉ Avantika Singh Rajput - Fire in a red saree. Sharp, cold, unbending. Her dialogues cut deeper than his silence. ✎ "Aapne hamare profession ka mazaak bana rakha hai." ✎ "Biwi dushman thodi acchi lagengi." ♤Tropes♤ › Marriage of Convenience › Enemies to Obsession › Power Couple › Slow Burn › Hidden Identity - ⚠️ Warning: If you're expecting a soft, healing romance you've opened the wrong damn book. This one drips in control, fire, and secrets you won't see coming. ✨️CONTAINS CHEATING INSTANCES This is the fiction dripping with reality🔥

"He took my life. I took his control." When a nightclub owner is kidnapped by Chicago's most powerful Italian mafia don, captivity turns into a dangerous test of will, desire, survival, and maybe a little bit of love. ... Luciana Moretti built her empire in neon lights and loud music; not blood and violence. When she's kidnapped from her own nightclub and forced into a marriage with Chicago's most feared mafia don, she becomes a prisoner in a world ruled by his power and obsession. But Luciana was never meant to be owned, and she will escape no matter the cost. Salvatore Valenti doesn't chase. He takes. As Chicago's most powerful Italian mafia don, he's used to being feared, obeyed, and desired. But the woman who owns his favourite nightclub never even looked at him and that was her biggest mistake. He saw her that night he and decided she belonged to him. Marriage isn't a proposal to him. It's a sentence. ... But in a marriage with undeniable fire between them, is Luciana's real danger being trapped with him or falling for him? *** Top rankings: #1 in enemiestolovers #1 in mafialove #1 in betrayal #1 in eroticromance #1 in obsession #1 in possessive #2 in romance #2 in forcedmarriage #3 in mafia #3 in darkromance

Yeh Moh Moh ke dhaage teri ungliyon se ja uljhe~⁠♪ •A Tale of An Artist and The Broken Soul Prisoned In Darkness• ~She had the simplicity of white and knew how to combine every colour in her... ~He was colourless imprisoned in darkness... ~She never stop smiling... ~He never actually smiled.... ~She was the flower... ~Who bloomed in his darkest night... ~They had hatred in their eyes, who never meant together... |But... destiny had other other plans| ...He forced her to marry him ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ •What could be the reason that she agreed to marry him? •What will happen when two people who hate eachother will be tied together for lifetime? •Will they ever fall in love with eachother? •Will they able to unfold the truth? •Will they able to untangle the tangled threads of their deepest secrets? ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Join me on a journey to unravel A story of Two souls bind together with a thread connecting their hearts. ─•~❉᯽❉~•─ |Reyansh×Uvani|

They always said she was the best. The strongest. The fastest. But mostly the one who never flinched. The one who didn't hesitate to pull the trigger. The place she grew up in didn't just teach her how to fight. It taught her how to be empty. No pain. No fear. No mercy. They called that strength. But it wasn't strength. It was programming. Something she couldn't control. She remembers his voice. cold, calculating. "You don't need to be a person Anya. You need to be a weapon." But what if she didn't want that? . . . After escaping from the Red Room, Anya Kurozaki somehow found herself on the path to becoming a hero. But the one thing she never expected...was falling in love with a certain ash-blonde boy along the way. Well, you know what they say - life has a way of surprising you. -------- Bakugo x Black Widow inspired OC. *Slowburn* Highest ranks: #1 in bakugo #1 in myheroacademia #1 in aizawa #1 in anime #2 in bokunohero

One of the most powerful man in the world. He was called Octavius. Cruel, coldblooded, and completely unobtainable. The Devil in a Brioni suit. The mere whisper of his name was like lethal poison that burned through the hearts of millions. Penetrating, and clear amber eyes that made grown men weep, and women burned with seduction. Behind the curtains, no one knew what he looked like yet he was always in control. It was a reputation he had fought to establish, one that brought him power, wealth and just about... everything. When a series of unfortunate events lands her into the very strong, powerful arms of Octavius, it was everything she'd been warned about. The beautiful brute, Octavius, moody and controlling in every aspect. She had never met a man as brutal, and stormy as him, someone she couldn't help but sprout wild, random phrases to, and offer hugs. A man that always gets what and who he wants because that's how his life works. Until it doesn't. Until he stumbles into a five-feet angel with the sweetest smile, and adamant about being friends. - preview - "Has any man ever made you so crazy you thought you'd die if you didn't get his cock inside of you? If you couldn't feel his fingers digging into your thighs as he spread you open and devoured you whole? Have you ever come over and over, so hard and so many times you couldn't be sure where one ended and the other began?" His strong, veined hands gripped the backside of my bare thigh, tracing over my skin, itching higher and higher and I could feel a deep ache building inside my lower region. My mouth slacked, at a loss for words, all I could do was whimper softly under his possessive touches. "Answer me." Big, forceful hands caressed my chin, almost gripping my neck, only retracting as I let out a tiny breathless sigh. His dark deep amber eyes were on fire with a carnal sexuality that I had never seen before. "Use your words."