Genre: Dark Romance, Thriller , Obsession. That 'One Shot' which turned into a whole book by #No1_POPULAR CHOICE ♡ Themes: Forbidden love, Power dynamics, Loyalty, Danger. (Reader×Jeongguk) [This book has Dark MATURE content, so skip this if you aren't comfortable] 🔞 Setting: Hongdo island and its north east area. ●VOTE LIKE SHARE COMMENT● ●FOLLOW FOR MORE UPDATES●

Betrayed by her own family, Nina Storm is forced to marry in her sister's place- to the cursed Alpha whose wives all die on the eleventh day. They call Rodrigo Vermont a monster. A tyrant too hideous to face his own reflection. But the moment Nina finally lifts her eyes to him, she's dumbstruck. He is not disfigured. He is devastatingly handsome. And dangerously irresistible. ... "Look at me." Rodrigo's voice fills the room, deep, hoarse, commanding. Nina shivers as her gaze locks with his dark, hungry eyes. She tries to look away. He grips her chin, forcing her to hold his stare. "I'm going to do things to you," he drawls. " Things I shouldn't do if I were in my right mind." His jaw tightens. "Get up." She obeys, trembling. Her fingers clutch her nightie, trying to shield herself. "Take it off." His voice drops lower, rougher. Her breath catches-yet she moves. As though pulled by something she cannot fight. Rodrigo watches her rise, eyes trailing over her slowly, hungrily. Nina trembles, heat curling through her body, an ache she does not understand tightening in her core. "Come here." She steps toward him on unsteady legs. The moment she reaches him, Rodrigo grips her ankle, lifts her leg over him- and before she can even breathe, his mouth finds her. - Everyone expects her to die. But when the twelfth dawn breaks and Nina steps out alive, the entire pack erupts in chaos. Cold. Ruthless. Untouchable. Kidnapped as a child and tormented by voices he cannot silence, Alpha Rodrigo Vermont has lived in darkness all his life. No one dares get close-until his unruly new bride sleepwalks into his room before their wedding. Now he doesn't just want her. He craves her. He swears he will protect her from the curse that has destroyed every woman before her. But Nina will soon learn the truth: To love the cursed Alpha is to gamble with death itself.

Zane De Luca chose his Luna years ago, hoping that the Goddess would grant her as his mate when the time came. He's stunned when the scent that calls to his wolf doesn't belong to his girlfriend, but to her fraternal twin sister. Alessandra Romano only has eyes for her ambitions. She knows the life that awaits a female after being mated, so she prays to the goddess that her birthday does not reveal a mate. The goddess doesn't oblige. Instead, Alessandra is presented with the worst option, a man that belongs to her sister. Zane and Alessandra might deny the bond, but fate has other plans. After all, this story isn't just theirs, it goes back centuries. [COMPLETED 5/21/22]

🥇 #1 in Wattpad 🥇 #1 in WattpadIndia 🥇 #1 in WattpadRomance 🥇 #1 in WattpadFiction 🥇#1 in WattpadFanFiction 🥇 #1 in FirstStory 🥇#1 in Firstloves 🥇#1 in Wedding 🥇 And so many more rankings that still feel unreal to me! (13.06.2026) On the day of his wedding, Dhruv Malhotra was left at the altar. Humiliated. Betrayed. Enraged. And somehow, Riya ended up paying the price. Now trapped in a marriage neither of them wanted, Riya becomes the target of a man who looks at her like she ruined his life. Dhruv hates her. Riya fears him. But behind closed doors, hatred slowly begins to blur into something far more dangerous. Because in a marriage built on revenge... someone is bound to fall first.

In a world where vampires feed from other vampires and males dominate females... there is but one precious thing left in their world which every vampire craves... A Mihr. Dohmenic is the Dralan - the King - of all vampires, and survives purely on clean blood; The blood of a Mihr, a virgin. Without a Dralaq, a Queen, he has to feed from Mihrs to ensure the continuation of his pure blood and the claim to the throne. But the times are dire; Mihrs are becoming rarer and rarer each day, and so the Dralan is slowly fading from bloodthirst. He desperately needs a Mihr to feed. Leyla is a Mihr. She is one of the few that is left in the world ruled by hungry, savage male vampires and she intends to stay that way. In hiding from the frenzied males, she ends up in the one place that should have been her only safe haven in the world; The Dralan's castle. Disguising herself as a Kischmir (a servant), she pretends she is but a mere commoner whose blood is not the purest kind in the kingdom. But when the Dralan nearly dies from cruel thirst, her blood is all that can save him. To be a Mihr means you can't be bedded by a male, otherwise your blood will be tainted. But as things grow heated between the Dralan and Leyla, will Dohmenic be able to keep his hands off her? After all, we always want what we can't have...

I save the Alpha. He crowns my sister. "Miles... I'm your mate," I blurt, hoping that will break through his confusion and make him see me for who I truly am. He only stares quietly at me, but I can see the conflict and confusion in his expression. "I'm sorry, Rhea. You're beautiful, and your scent..." his words trail as he buries his nose on my neck and inhales deeply. "It's the sweetest I've ever known. But I love your sister, and I made a promise I don't intend to break. We will have to reject the mate bond." "Why won't you believe me?" I plead, my voice raw. "I'm the girl you met that night. I am your mate!" Miles' gaze hardens as he points toward the exit. "You need to leave, Rhea. Or I'll have security escort you out." "You liar!" I scream as I yank Roxy's hair. "You've stolen everything from me!" I feel Miles' hands gripping my shoulders as he yanks me off her, shoving me backward. I land hard on my butt. "Listen to me, Rhea," he hisses, his voice filled with venom, his eyes cold. "I don't want to see you near me or Roxy again. If you do, I'll have you banished." He takes a step closer, towering above me. "I, Alpha Miles Mondragon, reject you, Rhea Chapman, as my mate. Accept it or reject it; I don't fucking care." Have you ever watched your Knight in shining armor stolen from your very own fantasy? It could be the most heartbreaking thing. What do you do when the man fated to love you calls you a liar? When the boy you save becomes the Alpha who destroys you? This is my story, and how my fate was stolen.

"I'm not entertaining this anymore." She gave his chest another push. "Your pet's done playing games tonight." "My question," He reminded her. She held up her middle finger. "My answer." Evie Wicker is so done with the supernatural world. Like, 100% done with it. Totally. And she's quite content with her cute little human shop, her good-for-nothing boyfriend and a microwave meal every night. Oh yeah. Evie Wicker swapped out the magic spells and the witchy badassery for takeaway food and the 9 to 5. No regrets? Right... "What do you think you're doing?" Half-dressed, she rose with a tank top in hand. He cursed again at the sight of it. His night was going to be awful. With breasts like that pressed against him, what was a man to do? "I figured since I don't hold a candle to wolfy women, I've got nothing to worry about." He felt a growl building in his throat. "And we both know you're above easy witches." Century after century, Lorcan- King of the werewolves- has been comforted by the promise of her. His mate. He had expectations for greatness. Instead, he got her. Lacking. Why did she have to be a witch? "But you hate the witches." "I don't hate my witch." "You'd stop a war that's twice my age for me?" "Why else?" When he decides he wants her, will she want him back? DAILY UPDATES

'𝙄𝙨𝙝𝙦 𝙟𝙪𝙣𝙤𝙤𝙣 𝙟𝙖𝙗 𝙝𝙖𝙙 𝙨𝙚 𝙗𝙖𝙙𝙝 𝙟𝙖𝙮𝙚, 𝙃𝙖𝙣𝙨𝙩𝙚 𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙨𝙩𝙚 𝙖𝙖𝙨𝙝𝙞𝙦 𝙨𝙪𝙡𝙞 𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙙𝙝 𝙟𝙖𝙮𝙚' After crossing the first phase of love, they now stand at the edge of a new journey-one that will test their hearts and devotion in ways they never imagined. "Like the moon awaits the sun after a long night, her heart held onto his light through every shadow and silence."

You have heard the stories before. A ruthless Alpha with a frozen heart meets a shy, innocent girl. She trembles, he growls, she heals him, and everyone decides possessiveness is romantic when the man has abs and a tragic past. Forget that story. Alpha Gabriel White is no wounded beast waiting for a delicate mate to teach him kindness. He is one of the region's most powerful Alphas, forged from discipline, ambition, and blood-soaked duty. Ruthless when necessary, calculating when others panic, and fiercely devoted to his pack, he turns warriors into legends and enemies into corpses. He has power, respect, and a legacy. He has everything a leader could desire. Everything except a mate. Then there is Angel. Sweet? Shy? Soft? Please. The last man who called her delicate reconsidered his vocabulary from a hospital bed. Angel has many names, though few dare speak them aloud: the Dark Werewolf, the Kiss of Death, the Werewolf Without a Wolf, and the title whispered most often in fear and awe... The Dark Angel. No one has seen her shift. No one knows the shape of her wolf, or whether she has one at all. Yet her strength rivals the fiercest Alphas, her speed turns battlefields into nightmares, and her silence makes warriors twice her size remember urgent business elsewhere. She is a mystery wrapped in legend, a shadow with a heartbeat, her past buried so deeply that even those closest to her know only the edge of the blade. She has power, a reputation, and everything she needs. Everything except a mate. So what happens when fate binds two people who have never bowed, never begged, and never intended to belong to anyone? What happens when one feels the mate bond strike with enough force to shake his soul, while the other feels... nothing? You have heard the stories where the shy girl heals the cruel Alpha. This time, the story goes the other way around... PS: Previously titled Alpha's Mate Is Alpha. This novel has now been renamed The Dark Angel. Thank you for reading!

"𝐈'𝐥𝐥 𝐜𝐮𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐈 𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮, 𝑴𝒚 𝒅𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒔 𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒍𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒇𝒆." "You are going to stop this damn marriage. RIGHT. NOW." His voice was a low growl, barely human. I froze. "And who the hell are you to tell me that-" But before I could finish, he closed the distance between us in a blink. His breath hit my skin like fire. One hand gripped my jaw, his thumb and fingers squeezing my cheeks as if daring me to speak again. His eyes, dark and unblinking, held something far more terrifying than rage. OBSESSION. He leaned in, whispering at the edge of my neck, his voice a dangerous murmur. "The moment you chose to marry him, you dug your own grave." His grip tightened. "I was trying," he hissed pulling my face closer to him, "I was really trying to be nice to you. But you-" A bitter smirk curved his lips. "You make me a monster every single time." That night, Arohi Raichand was forcefully married... Not to the man she was raised to get married- But to the man the world feared. Her worst nightmare. Advansh Rudra Singh Rathore. She was a prisoner in the golden cage of a mafia king who was once declared insane. A girl caught in the cruel chaos of a love so twisted... it poisons everything it touches. But obsession is not love- and possession, not protection. This isn't a love story. This is a war between hate and hunger. Between fire and frost. Between a girl who wants to escape- And a man who would burn down the world just to cage her again. Welcome to the beginning of Arohi and Advansh's story. A story of possession, madness, and a love that was never meant to be gentle. ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ • An Indian Force-Marriage Dark Romance • This book is mature and 18+ due to highly adult  content, age-gap, and mention of BDSM.