Kael Draven has known violence his entire life. Losing his parents at a tender age from a rogue attack forced him to grow up and raise his sister, making him overly possessive and protective of those close to him. Adora Blackwell never expected to be part of the supernatural world. Losing her mother and with her father being absent in her life, she's used to being independent and not trusting. But the night her skin is branded with a glowing mark, everything changes. She's thrust into a world of power, primal urges, and one ruthless Alpha who swears she's his... in every filthy, possessive way that matters. Kael Draven is not gentle. Not kind. He's dominant. Dangerous. And completely obsessed with the curvy, sharp mouthed half-witch who dares to defy him at every turn. ⚠️WARNING⚠️ THIS BOOK CONTAINS MATURE LANGUAGE AND MATURE THEM ------ This book is available ONLY on WATTPAD! IF seen anywhere else, PLEASE report it. ------ ©️ queen_b_4. 2025. All rights reserved.

*NOT EDITED* "You're mine to kiss," he murmured against my skin, his mouth moving to my neck, pressing soft, slow kisses there. "Mine to love." Roman's lips continued to trace lower, lingering along my cleavage longer than I anticipated. His kisses were slow, deliberate, leaving behind a warmth I couldn't ignore. I felt the pressure of his mouth against my skin, each soft touch making it harder to resist him. His lips pressed against my skin, and I felt him leave a mark, a hickey right at the curve of my breast. My breath hitched as he pulled away slightly to look at the mark he left, his eyes dark with desire. I could see the need in his eyes-the hunger for me, the desperation. "If I ever catch you with another man again, Solana." he said in a low voice, his words practically a warning, "I'll kill him." first story please be kind!! will be smut but not a lot.

"Strip!" His voice growled as his eyes bored into her soul earning no gestures. "I-I" Her heart raced with fear as tears made thier way to her cheeks running down. She doesn't expect him to do this, to say this. His patience was going to its peak as he was burning from inside. "I-i , m-me p-please" she hiccuped loudly as words were stucked in her throat. He took a step ahead as she cowered and stood. Her legs were shaky but tried to get away from him. "Stay there" he warned. It all started from that event when he become obsessed with the kind soul. ____________ "Move away mister" she spoke with an hurriedly expression as she was looking again and again for her parents at the giant haul. "What did you say?" he spoke surprisingly as a muscle ticked his jaw. "I said move away" she said with a hardness in her voice as his veins popped. "Do you even know who I am?" he spoke in his dangerous voice. "Yes I know you are a human" she said and was about to go away but he yanked her arm and pinned her on the nearby wall catching her offguard. "You are gonna regret this little miss" he said while tugging a strand of hair behind her hair. "huh?" she said and he went away as she looked at him dumbfounded but shrugged her shoulders casually thinking of him as a drunkard. Nineteen-year-old a beautiful girl who lived with her parents happily her little family while studying second year of college to fulfill her dreams but the life has another plans for her. Her life take a 360 degree turn when she mistakenly caught attention of a man whom everyone is feared off. He saw her, he liked her, he wanted her and he will get her. It clearly tells that he is OBSESSED with her. What is going to happen in this situation?

She witnessed horror... and became one. After surviving a harrowing near-rape and watching her best friend brutally assaulted and murdered before her eyes, Aurora vanished-emotionally. What rose from the ashes was someone unrecognizable: Cold. Fearless. Savage. Untouchable. She trusts no one. Loves no one. And as far as she's concerned, no man alive could ever break through her fortress of ice. Love? Dead. Her rules? Simple. No emotions. No attachments. No second chances. But her new college? A battlefield. And him? Leonard Grande - the kind of trouble she didn't prepare for. Wounded. Rebellious. Addictive. Dangerous. A walking paradox with a face carved by gods and a soul damaged by demons. A notorious playboy who takes pleasure in breaking girls, shredding hearts like paper-because he believes every girl is a liar in disguise. Until Aurora. She doesn't look at him like he matters. She doesn't fall. She doesn't even flinch. And that pisses him off. Now it's war. A toxic game of destruction and seduction. She wants to erase him. He wants to ruin her. But when secrets from the past start surfacing, both realize they've been walking in the dark... and maybe-just maybe-they were destined to collide. How deep do their scars go? And who's really pulling the strings in this web of pain and passion. Dive into a dark college romance where love is a weapon, trust is deadly, and only the strongest survive. When bad meets baddest... there are no rules. Trigger Warning: This story contains themes of sexual violence, emotional trauma, murder, psychological manipulation, and abusive behavior. Reader discretion is strongly advised. Some scenes may be distressing or triggering to survivors. ©2025

Completed • First Draft - not edited. || "You gonna sit there all night?" Luka glances at me, smirking. I glare back. "I was enjoying the last few seconds of peace before having to spend an evening pretending to like you." "That's funny," he says, unbuckling his seatbelt. "Why?" I snap. "Because I was thinking the same thing." || The rules? Easy enough. 1. Pretend to be the perfect couple. 2. Keep it professional. 3. And whatever you do, don't. catch. feelings. Simple, right? Sofia Calloway never planned on going viral for throwing a drink in Luka Mikhaylov's face. But one video, one pissed-off hockey star, and one furious university later... she's suddenly stuck in a fake relationship with the guy she can't stand. He needs to clean up his image before the NHL draft. She needs the free tuition that comes with the deal. All they have to do is smile for the cameras, hold hands at the games, and act like they don't want to strangle each other. Then come the late-night arguments that last too long. The stolen glances that feel too dangerous. The moment where "pretend" starts looking way too real. Because when you break the rules, someone's bound to lose. And this time, it might be both of them.

⚠️ 18+ ONLY | EXTREMELY EXPLICIT CONTENT ⚠️ Book 1- Completed - "Don't fucking close your legs." His voice was sharp, commanding, as his hands gripped my thighs and forced them apart again. "I want to see everything." The heavy weight of him pressing against my entrance. My breath hitched. He was thick, hard, the heat of him pulsing against me. He rubbed himself along my slick folds, teasing, pushing just enough to stretch me before pulling back. He groaned, his jaw clenching as he rubbed himself against me again, coating himself in my slickness. But I gasped, panic and desire crashing together. "Please, Dominic, we-we shouldn't. You're my boss." His jaw clenched, his hands tightening around my thighs. "Oh, sweetheart..." His voice dropped lower, almost taunting. "You should've thought about that before you got this fucking wet for me." I whimpered, my breath stuttering. - "He was a monster-ruthless, untouchable, feared by all. I should've stayed away. I should've never stepped into his world. But now... there's no way out." Raven was just looking for a job, a fresh start. Becoming a personal assistant seemed simple-follow orders, keep her head down, and collect a paycheck. But nothing is simple when your boss is Dominic Derveaux. Cold. Merciless. A king in the underworld. She should've run the moment she felt his gaze, the way his presence consumed the air around her. But it's too late. He's pulled her in, and the deeper she falls, the more she realizes... she might not want to escape. #1 IN ADULTFICTION #1 IN YOUNGADULT #1 IN BOSS #1 IN GANGLEADER #1 IN TRENDS #1 IN INTENCE #1 IN SEXAUL #1 IN NOTIFICATIONS #1 IN MOBBOSS #1 IN LEADER # 1 IN FORYOU

"𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐢𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫'𝐬 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞? 𝐇𝐎𝐖 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃 𝐘𝐎𝐔?" ꜱʜᴇ ʀᴀɪꜱᴇᴅ ʜᴇʀ ʜᴀɴᴅ ᴛᴏ ꜱʟᴀᴘ ʜɪᴍ ʙᴜᴛ ʜᴇ ɢʀᴀʙʙᴇᴅ ʜᴇʀ ʜᴀɴᴅ ʙᴇꜰᴏʀᴇ ɪᴛ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ ᴛᴏᴜᴄʜ ʜɪꜱ ᴄʜᴇᴇᴋ. "𝐃𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐜𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐦𝐢𝐭" ••• "𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞? 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐧 𝐦𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐲 𝐛𝐢𝐠 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭? 𝐍𝐨𝐰 𝐚𝐭 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐛𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐲𝐚𝐥 𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐡𝐮𝐬𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐟 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐛𝐨𝐲𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝" ꜱʜᴇ ʟᴏᴏᴋᴇᴅ ᴀᴛ ʜɪᴍ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʀᴇɢʀᴇᴛ ɪɴ ʜᴇʀ ᴇʏᴇꜱ. ••• "𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐛𝐨𝐭𝐡 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞. 𝐈 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐬𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡 𝐢𝐭 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦" "𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐚𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠?" "𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐦𝐞!" ••• "𝐌𝐨𝐡𝐚𝐛𝐛𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐡𝐚𝐚 𝐭𝐡𝐢 𝐮𝐧𝐬𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐬 𝐢𝐳𝐡𝐚𝐫 𝐧𝐚 𝐤𝐚𝐫 𝐬𝐚𝐤𝐞"

The story unfolds in the 1950s Madhya Pradesh, revolving around 𝐓𝐚𝐫𝐚, an 18-year-old girl, who enters into an arranged marriage with a Thakur, a man ten years her senior. He holds authority over more than a hundred villages. But how did she became his purchased wife. Will love every bloom between them. Peep to know more. 18+ #1 Virgin Male ( 31/01/2025) #1 Character development (10/09/2025) This story contains mature themes and domestic violence. This story is written by following all types of wattpad guidelines. Don't try to report the story because it's already tagged mature and if readers feel uncomfortable then discontinue reading the story.

"You broke my first rule," I whispered in her left ear as I pulled down her underwear under the table slowly with my hungry fingers. "Why are you wearing underwear around me?" "Behave, Please..." Her voice quivered by the pleasure between her legs, begging her throat not to let out deep moans in front of her parents. "I'll punish you later." In her parents' eyes, I'm the perfect kid. In their daughter's bedroom, I'm the worst criminal. Dark secrets, critical past. My dirty wishes are her nightmares. { #4- Chicklit } { #9- Young Adult } { #4 - New adult } { # 40 - Teen Fiction} { # 1- Sexual } { # 7- Short-story } { #28- Romance } { #8 - Teen Romance } { #1 - Teenagers }

Strictly 🔞 "Seatbelt baandh lo, kyunki is flight mein zyada hi turbulence hai - between the legs." A bold girl. A hot stranger. One business class flight. No names. No promises. Just filthy, raw sex under the stars at 38,000 feet. Ek Raat. Ek Flight. Ek Fuck.