You've heard of green flags. You've been warned about red ones. But him? He's a black flag baby-the last color your lungs will ever know when he drags you under. He's the one who'll hold you beneath the tide just to watch you claw at him, desperate and delirious, and then kiss the salt from your lips like he's the one saving you. You don't surrender to a man like him. You capsize for him. You go down with the ship, salt on your lips and his hand around your throat, knowing full well he'll drag you under and call it love. This isn't some sunlit, wind-in-the-hair pirate romance where hearts are stolen with roguish smiles and freedom tastes like rum on your tongue. No. This is something worse. This is tide-rot devotion. This is the kind of love that feels like a curse written in blood and seawater, the kind that gnaws at your bones long after you've drowned. You want his flag? Then be ready to wear his brand. Be ready to have his name scraped into your skin by the salt wind itself, to taste gunpowder on his tongue and call it a kiss. A Scientist✗Commodore romance.

"You lack morals," His chest seals you to the wall, breath running hot against the shell of your ear, "Gonna fuck them all into you-stroke by goddamn stroke-until even your sins start praying to me." A tale as old as time, but nothing like the one you know. ...You've heard of monsters in the shadows, haven't you? The ones that watch you from beneath your bed, waiting for you to dangle a limb over the edge. The ones that linger in your closet, just out of sight. You've feared them. Hated them. Tried to convince yourself they weren't real. But what about the one that doesn't hide? The one that doesn't need to. The one who sleeps in your bed with his name in your mouth? You've feared the darkness at your window. But what about the darkness inside your room? The one that breathes against your skin, tracing your pulse with its teeth. The one that pulls you into its chest, not to protect you, but to keep you there. To bury you inside it. To consume you. Softly. Completely. Like a prayer no one's meant to hear. You have feared things that scrape at your door. But what about the one who locks it? From the inside. With you still in it. Retelling Beauty and the Beast. A student✗teacher romance. Highest ranking: #1 in JJK on 3/06/2025 out of 26.4K stories #1 in Dark Romance on 29/01/2025 out of 60.6K stories #1 in StudentTeacher on 1/02/2025 out of 697K storeis #1 in Retelling on 7/02/2025 3.57 K stories #1 in Crimson on 19/07/2025 out of 1.67K stories #1 in Seduction on 1/08/2025 out of 5.91K stories #1 in Tension on 20/01/2026 out of 12.1K stories Started: 01/01/2025 Ended: 01/01/2026

She was sunshine - messy, innocent, full of laughter. He was a storm - powerful, cold, and unbreakable. Arisha Noor, just 18, steps into the glamorous yet cruel world of Rayan Asfand, a 29-year-old ruthless business tycoon known for his arrogance and control. She believes in love, faith, and emotions - while he believes only in logic, deals, and power. Their worlds collide in the most unexpected way - her innocence challenges his authority, her laughter disturbs his peace, and her tears begin to haunt his heart. He wants to hate her, but she becomes his weakness. She wants to stay away, but destiny pulls her closer. From arguments to accidental touches, from anger to an undeniable pull - their relationship becomes a battle of hearts. In his silence, she finds emotions. In her chaos, he finds calm. A love born out of nafrat (hatred), tested by zidd (stubbornness) - and destined to become junoon (madness). ✨ Because sometimes, the most impossible love stories are the ones written by fate itself. [Humiya_writez]

𝑨𝑹𝒁𝑨𝑨𝑵 𝑴𝑰𝑹𝒁𝑨 (27) A man built in shadows - ruthless, dominant, and terrifyingly calm. His past is stained with something dark... something that shaped him into a person who never bends, never trusts, and never lets anyone close. People fear him not because of what he says, but because of what he can do in silence. 𝑨𝑹𝑴𝑬𝑬𝑹𝑨 𝑺𝑯𝑨𝑰𝑲 (18) Soft, quiet, and born in a world far gentler than the one she's about to enter. Innocence clings to her like a second skin, yet life is preparing her for a darkness she never imagined. She doesn't know it yet - but her fate is going to test everything she thinks she is. 𝙎𝙐𝙎𝙋𝙀𝙉𝙎𝙀 Two opposites. Two worlds. Two pasts neither can escape. When their paths collide... something dangerous awakens. But is it destruction... or destiny? 𝙽𝙾𝚃𝙴 This isn't a cute romance - it's a dark, intense, revenge-driven mafia story filled with secrets, power, and mystery.

Zain khan 26 - calm, brilliant, yet detached. The perfect blend of Zayden's intensity and Arshiya's quiet grace. He hides his emotions behind his father's charm and his mother's patience, but there's something burning behind those composed eyes - a secret only he knows. Zara, 18 - wild-hearted, curious, and fiercely independent. She carries her mother's softness and her father's stubborn spark. She dreams differently, loves fearlessly... and the one person she was never meant to fall for was Zain. What begins as an unexpected connection between two families' legacies soon turns into a web of forbidden feelings, haunting secrets, and destiny's cruel play. Because sometimes... Love isn't written in the stars - it's hidden in the scars left by generations before.

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STANDALONE BOOK. Fate and fire collide-Ruhya Wajdan Gabol loves the one she should fear most: Sikander Jatoi, her elder cousin the feared psychotic Sardar of Jatoi clan and SJ's heir whose darkness could devour them both. Zehn-e-Siyaah was written to disturb you, not to comfort you. If you are looking for redemption, close this book now. The man at the center of this story is not broken- he is aware. He understands every line he crosses and chooses to cross it anyway. The girl is not foolish- she is kind. And kindness, in a world ruled by power, is the most dangerous thing of all. There are no heroes here. Only choices. And the damage they leave behind. This story does not ask you to forgive. It asks you to witness. How silence can be more violent than touch. How love, when misplaced, becomes a weapon. Some stories are written to be loved. This one is written to be remembered.

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