𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐓𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞 𝐨𝐟 ✧ 𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐒𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝑅𝑜𝑚-𝑐𝑜𝑚 𝑤𝑖𝑡𝒉 𝐷𝑎𝑟𝑘 𝑇𝑜𝑢𝑐𝒉 𝑵𝒂𝒗𝒚𝒂 𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒖𝒉𝒂𝒏 ❀ I never thought my life would be tied to him - the man who is my complete opposite. Where I am shadows and silence, he is light and laughter. I have spent years trapped in my past, haunted by memories that refuse to fade, while he moves through life effortlessly, bringing joy to those around him. But me? I only bring pain. I hurt those who get too close, whether I mean to or not. And now, the cruel twist of fate has bound me to someone I despise - my academic rival. The one person I have never been able to stand. We have spent years at each other's throats, never backing down, never conceding. So why? Why the hell would he want to marry me? What game is he playing? Fine. If he thinks he can handle me, he's wrong. Now that we're married, I'll make sure he regrets every single moment of it. 𝑨𝒂𝒚𝒂𝒏 𝑴𝒂𝒍𝒉𝒐𝒕𝒓𝒂 ❀ What the hell was she thinking? Did she really think she could walk away from me? I warned her. Told her not to go through with that marriage. But she never listened. Four years. Four damn years by my side - challenging me, pushing limits. And now? She actually thought she could marry someone else? That she could belong to another man? That she could live a life that didn't include me? Hell no. If she was so determined to ruin my patience, I'd return the favor. That's why I did the only thing I could - I kidnapped her and made her mine. Now, she has no choice but to stay. And I? I will make sure she suffers for daring to think she could ever escape me. ─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

Jiya Tripathi came to attend her cousin's wedding but in a twist of events, she became the bride. Now trapped with a grumpy zamindar and his unpredictable family, will she fall in love or convince him to leave her? ◖Age Gap ◖Desi Erotica ◖Soft Romance ◖Slow Burn Romance ◖Forced Marriage ◖Suspense

Evelyn Gray is a 2 year old girl. She was left at home with a baby sister while her parents go out. Everything goes terribly wrong. Evelyn's parents die in an accident, and her baby sitter leaves her alone at home. Police find Evelyn crying in a house alone, and the chief police also seems to be in the mafia. He takes Evelyn in, while everything is being figured out. But will her fall in love with this little girl, or will he send her away?

#2 | Blood Constellations [Book 1 ~ Not a standalone] At Royale Crown Academy, where wealth dictates power and legacy defines worth, Dev Oberoi is untouchable. The heir to the Oberoi empire-a dynasty built on luxury, tech, and politics-he is ruthless, commanding, and dangerously possessive. No one crosses him and lives to tell the tale. Then comes Ishaani Varma. A soft-spoken, middle-class girl who enters the academy on a scholarship. She is fragile, painfully innocent, and entirely out of place in this world of private jets and designer labels. She doesn't understand the whispers, the silent rules, or the weight of Dev's gaze when he sets his eyes on her. But she is not the one to like them. From the moment he sees her, he decides-she is his. She isn't allowed to cry-because he will kiss it away. She isn't allowed to flinch-because only he can touch her. She isn't allowed to look at another man-because she belongs to him. But Ishaani doesn't understand obsession. She doesn't see the danger behind his devotion. Because in Dev's world, love isn't sweet. It is raw, consuming, and unbreakable. And in this dark, elite world-she will race against him only to lose? She was never meant to have a choice. But she wasn't like others, she was Femme Fatale. Vote.Comment.Follow.♥️

AN MXM ROMANCE NOVEL HIS LISCIHKA "I've been married to a woman for 18 years, I-I wouldn't know the first thing about being with a man," I admitted while feeling Ivan's hands making their way under my chin. "I'll teach you, just don't leave me, Oliver," Ivan consoled his voice sounding so gentle yet longing that it drew me in. "This isn't right, Ivan," I muttered positioning my hands on his bare chest. "Why?" Ivan rasped resting his right hand on my waist. "Because... I'm a man, I'm older than you and I have a daughter-" "Why are you making excuses, Doctor?" he growled. "I've never done something like this before Ivan," "As I've said lemme teach you," and with that Ivan gently pressed his lips against mine. His soft lips against mine drew me into an emotion, a feeling I've tried so hard to ignore. His right hand glided down to my ass gripping it hard causing me to groan at such a sensation. "I want to taste your dick, Doctor," he whispered, his baritone singing in my ear. "Ivan," I mumbled breathlessly. "You will let me? Right?" he questioned sinking onto his knees. Oh, God. I gulped as I stared down at the dominating man who kneeled before me. His gorgeous green eyes stared at me while his hands made their way to my zipper. "Ivan," I warned again. "Dah, Lisichka?"

Major trope- • Extremely shy submissive fl X Cunning Dominant ml • Innocent princess X Mafia king • She fell first X He fell harder Darkness looms over two fractured worlds-one bound by royalty, the other by ruthless power. Their fates collide in an unholy alliance born of vengeance, hatred, and secrets. She is Vaishnavi Singh Rathore, the silent princess. Branded a curse since childhood, she has chosen silence as her shield, her green eyes speaking the words her lips never could. He is Devendra Pratap Rao, the mafia king. Cold, calculating, and unyielding, his grey eyes hold storms, his touch a dangerous promise. A man who detests human connection-yet, with her, the rules shatter. Bound by a marriage neither wanted, they stand on opposite ends of a legacy soaked in blood. She runs, her anklets jingling with every step. He walks, his pace calm, unhurried-a predator stalking his prey. "You can run all you want," his deep voice echoes, laced with dark amusement. "But you'll always end up here. With me." She gasps as he corners her, his hand brushing against her waist, fiddling with her chain. His grey eyes burn like molten fire as they lock onto her, pinning her in place. She clutches his collar, trembling, caught in a game of dominance and defiance. "You're mine, princess," he whispers, their noses brushing as the tension between them crackles like a storm. "Every heartbeat, every breath-mine." Her silence speaks louder than words. And in that silence, a dangerous obsession blooms, one that threatens to consume them both. "His: Captive Empress"- where silence speaks, and the fire within burns brighter than destiny itself.

~•~•~•~••~•~•~•~•~•~••~•~•~•~•~•~• She was once the heartbeat of the Rai Singhania mansion.The laughter that softened power.The smile that lit marble halls brighter than chandeliers. Siyaisha Rai Singhania-the youngest, the purest, the most loved. Five powerful brothers stood guard around her. A father who once called her his pride. A grandparents who worshipped her existence. Until one day... love turned lethal. A single accusation shattered everything. Her father's slap branded her a witch. Her brothers called her shameless, a disgrace, a stain. Her dance ,her devotion, her soul, was dragged through filth. They said she danced to seduce men. The poison had a name-Darika A sweet face hiding venomous jealousy. She didn't want a place in the family- she wanted Siyaisha's place. Lies were whispered. Proofs were planted. Trust turned to hatred. And one stormy night, Siyaisha was thrown out of her home. No evidence. No voice.truth unheard. EIGHT YEARS PASSED. Eight years of pain, survival, and rebirth. Now she's back. Not as the naïve princess they broke but as a woman forged in fire. Unbreakable. Fearless. Untouchable. She no longer needs their love. She no longer needs their name. Because now-she is her own empire. When the broken daughter returns to the family that destroyed her... Will they realised the truth? will they beg for forgiveness? Or face the storm they created? Siyaisha is back. And this time-she's not here to be accepted. She's here to conquer. ~•~•~•~••~•~•~•~•~•~••~•~•~•~•~•~•

She is the definition of water. Powerful enough to drown you, but just as delicate enough to cleanse you. She is irreplaceable. The unassailable longing for love and affection that she never received, molded her into stone. She is unstoppable. A lone girl shredded to pieces and tossed into the wind. A heart covered with walls as tall as time. She is Dangerously shattered. Scarlett D'Angelo. A girl who has been abused, forgotten, hated. only to have it craft her into becoming powerful, underestimated, independent girl. An unstoppable force. - As the truth unravels before her, she finds out her life was an on going cycle of lies. Brothers who live across the country take her under their care with little to no consent from her. But what she doesn't know is that they are some of the most dangerous people in the world. The fear she used to know is nothing compared to them. The D'Angelo family known as leaders, killers, and powerful men and women. Their whole life and generations before run the Italian mafia. The strongest. The most merciful. The most dangerous Mafia in the world. Will their world hurt her in the end? Or will she thrive in the world of violence? Will she be able to expose her past to them? Or will she keep her haunting past to herself and let it destroy her? ---------- rankings #12 in family problems #16 in gore #3 in drunk #3 in character development #14 in guns #5 in gang violence #1 in drug abuse #5 in powerful #1 in secretive #114 in dangerous #78 in overprotective #536 in depression #101 in little sister Started: September 2nd, 2024 ongoing!

''Fuck Angelica I cant be with you! you're Mateo's little sister whatever this is between us, cant happen'' nobody's ever seen me cry, nobody has ever seen me weak. I'm fucking Dante Santino head of the Italian mafia ive never been seen weak, at least not until she came along... ''Dante please! dont do this!'' her sobs echo in the empty street, not even the sound of the pouring rain hitting the concrete beneath us can hide the sound of her cries and it breaks me. ''I just cant hurt Mateo like this'' I look deep into her eyes as she pours her heart out in front of me, but I just cant do this to my best friend... --------------------------------------- Dante Santino, a 25 year old who's head of the biggest Italian mafia. your average cold, dark and handsome devil on the outside, but on the inside... the biggest teddy bear youll ever meet. only he didn't know that, not until Angelica Farinelli came into his life. he fell head over heels in love with her the only problem being? she's his best friends little sister. Angelica Farinelli, an 18 year old girl who's life hasn't been easy. After being abused her whole life she finally manages to escape and move in with her older brother Mateo. Little does she know shes about to fall in love with one of Italy's most dangerous criminals who also happens to be Mateo's best friend. ---------------------------------------- #3 ON STEAMY 06/05/2025 #7 ON LOVE 10/06/2025 #3 ON ITALIAN 10/06/2025 #1 ON MAFIALOVE 10/06/2025 #5 ON GANGS 20/07/2025 #10 ON DARKROMANCE 28/08/2025

She was hired to clean his home, not unravel his heart.Dante lives in a world of violence, power, and control. Amore doesn't belong there-but neither does her softness.Still, something about her quiet defiance draws him in.Secrets fester, danger looms, and love becomes the riskiest game. As enemies close in, desire turns dead. ••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••• His teeth graze my jawline as he growls low in his throat. "Beg prettier." "Please, Dante... I need it. I want you to make me cum...please." My voice cracks, desperate now. Finally, he chuckles, a dark, dangerous sound that sends heat pooling low in my belly. "Good girl." Without warning, he lets my legs drop from around his waist. I barely have time to catch my breath before his hands grip my thighs, spreading them wide as he drops to his knees in front of me. "Keep those pretty legs open." He commands, his tone leaving no room for argument. Then his mouth is on me. I gasp, my hands flying to his hair as his tongue flicks over my clit, sending shockwaves through my body. He groans against me, the vibrations making my knees threaten to buckle. "Oh-fuck... yes." I moan, my hips rocking instinctively. His hands grip my thighs tighter, keeping me pinned against the wall as he devours me like a man starved. His tongue moves with devastating precision, switching between slow, teasing licks and fast, relentless strokes that make my head spin. "Such a mess already." He growls against me. "You taste so fucking good." My fingers tug at his hair, my body trembling as I feel the orgasm building fast and hard. "Dante, I'm gonna-" "Not yet." he said, pulling back just enough to blow cool air on my throbbing clit. "I'll tell you when you're allowed." "Please, I'm so close..." I whimper, hips rolling. "You'll wait." His tongue dives back in, and this time, he doesn't hold back. The pace is brutal, unrelenting.