Eighteen-year-old Isolde has never known safety. Orphaned, broke, and trapped under her aunt's care, she spends her days serving lattes at a posh café-until a mysterious perfume arrives at her doorstep. Its sender? Unknown to her but let me tell you it's Dante Valencourt, a billionaire with mafia ties, a serpent's charm, and a sadistic obsession with owning what he desires. When Dante's "gifts" turn sinister-surveillance, threats, and a trail of bodies Isolde flees. But running from a man who controls cities is a death wish. Dante drags her into his glittering underworld, where pain and pleasure blur, and obsession wears the mask of love. Will Isolde survive his twisted devotion... or surrender to the darkness he promises? 🔥 For fans of Pepper Winters and J.T. Geissinger may love this and it's dark romance at its most addictive. No princes here... just a villain who'll ruin you. This anti-hero is very sadistic, possessive, obsessive and controlling freak....so please don't expect anything vanilla and lovey lovey content here. Tropes: ✔️ Morally Black Mafia Antihero ✔️ Kidnapped/Forced Proximity ✔️ "Touch Her and Die" Vibes ✔️ Twisted Possession vs. Fragile Innocence ✔️ All the dark, spicy, morally black tension Warning: This book is not a fairytale. Proceed if you dare. This book contains abusive content very dark and gore, and I don't support them.

She walked in the university's backyard where she called him to meet her she clutched over the paper bag in her hand tightly. He was already there looking at her with cool gaze. "What happened? Why did you call me here?" he asked, his voice as blunt and cold as ever. She swallowed hard, forcing her feet to move closer as she held the bag out to him with both hands. "H-happy g-graduation... s-sunbae," she stammered, avoiding his gaze. His brows twitched, just slightly, and he reached out to take the bag. Pulling out the contents, he revealed a silver-colored watch-minimalistic yet elegant. It wasn't branded, wasn't flashy, but there was something about it-something simple and thoughtful. He stared at it for a moment longer than she expected. "It's... nice," he said flatly. His voice remained emotionless, but his fingers lingered on the watch as if it surprised him. Her shoulders slumped. She looked down, eyes dimming, convinced he didn't like it. Maybe it was too cheap. Maybe she was stupid to even try. But then, his voice dropped again-deeper this time, almost commanding. "Come here. I'll give you a return gift." Her head snapped up, eyes wide. "W-what?" "Come. Here." His eyes didn't waver, and though his tone was still unreadable, something flickered behind it. With hesitant steps, she moved closer, her heart pounding erratically. Before she could say a word, his arm slipped around her waist in one swift motion, firm and unrelenting. A gasp escaped her lips, but it was silenced just as quickly- He pulled her flush against him, and without warning, his lips crashed down on hers. It wasn't sweet. It wasn't gentle. It was possessive. Intense. Like he had been holding back and finally lost control. And in that fleeting, breath-stealing moment, Hwang Jane had no idea- That this kiss wasn't a thank you. It was the beginning of his obsession. and this was the starting of him being obsessed with a little girl who had a huge crush on him

"I'll ask you two questions and if I find a silver of dishonesty, I'll hunt you down to the end of this world until you're begging me for death." She nods. "Did you sleep with me against my consent?" She nods - yes. "Were you forced to do this?" She nods - no. "Jeon Jungkook neither forgives, nor forgets, and you my dear, sister-in-law, ended up on the wrong side of me." ◇━━◇━━◇━━◇━━◇━━◇ Kim Y/n - a woman who was physically and emotionally abused by her husband Jeon Junghyun, finds herself in bed with her dead husband's little brother - Jeon Jungkook. She is supposed to be a vessel, to be used by Jeon Mirae - her mother-in-law - to give birth to a heir. And now having slept with the beast - she finds herself on wrong side of the man who has vowed to claim his revenge from her. Who will survive the games of betrayal and love? Who will burn, and who will rise from the ashes...? Scandal. Seduction. Secrets. Welcome to the empire where the widow wears the crown of her brother-in-law's desire and revenge.

Naina, a quiet, body-conscious college student in Mumbai, never expected her life to change the night she kissed Ayaan, the university's irresistible heartthrob. She's always kept to herself, hiding behind hoodies and avoiding the limelight. But when she finds herself locked in an alcohol-fueled kiss with Ayaan-fiery, intense, and impossible to ignore-she's thrown into a world of burning desire and undeniable chemistry. Ayaan, the university's heartthrob, has always been used to getting what he wants. But Naina is different-her quiet, mysterious nature has him hooked from the moment their eyes meet. After the kiss, he refuses to let things go. He's determined to claim what's his. Naina tries to act like the kiss didn't happen, but Ayaan isn't willing to let her run. With every touch, every heated glance, his intensity grows, and so does the attraction between them. But Naina isn't ready to give in to him-or to herself. She tries to push him away, only to find herself pulled deeper into his world. As Ayaan's possessiveness ignites, Naina can't help but feel the heat between them. But can she let go of her fears and admit the undeniable connection? Or will she keep running from the one person who could set her heart-and body-on fire? Tropes: Popular Boy x Shy Girl Extrovert Boy x Introvert Girl Forced proximity Accidental kiss Resistance to attraction Possessive ML Touch her and die Do give it a read! I'm sure you will all love it! 🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻 🏅#1 in introvert

"Please Abhi ji... " she begged, her voice shaky, eyes searching his face for a flicker of mercy. She stepped back until the wall stopped her escape, her chest rising and falling rapidly. She could see it in his eyes-he was angry. But his voice? Too calm. Too controlled. And that scared her more than his rage ever could. He took another step forward, calm as ever, as if he wasn't burning inside. "Jaana, dar kyun rahi ho? Main kuch nahi karunga. Mat daro," he said smoothly, but the coldness in his gaze betrayed the lie behind his soft tone. (Darling, why are you scared? I won't do anything. Don't be afraid.) Her voice broke, laced with panic. "Aapne vada kiya tha... ki aap mujh par zabardasti nahi karenge," she reminded him, holding on to the last thread of hope. (You promised... that you wouldn't force yourself on me,) He smiled slightly, a calm too dangerous to trust."Aur Jaana, aapne bhi toh vada kiya tha ki aap apne boyfriend se kabhi nahi milengi. Aapne apna vada tod diya... ab meri baari " (And darling, you also promised that you would never meet your boyfriend. You broke your promise... now it's my turn.) His hands gripped her wrists and pressed them gently against the wall, not hurting her, but not letting her go either. Then, with a deliberate slowness, he leaned in and kissed her earlobe-sending a shiver down her spine. She squeezed her eyes shut, her heart pounding. She knew this wasn't about love. It was about control. Tropes: Grumpy × Sunshine He fell first, but she fell harder Possessive officer × innocent college girl Obsessed from the first glance Morally grey protector Touch her and you're dead Jealousy in uniform "Stay away from me" × "Make me" Danger disguised as devotion "I'm not good for you" × "I don't care" Trigger Warning: This story contains mature and sensitive themes including smut, manipulation, obsessive love, non-consensual scenes, and emotional/physical coercion .

#Top 1 in India (05-18/04/2025) #Top 3 in India (04/2025) #Top 5 in India (05/2025) #Top 6 in India (21/04/2025) #Top 8 in India (05/2025) ⟡ 𝐊𝐚𝐛𝐢𝐫 𝐑𝐚𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝 X 𝐊𝐚𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐚 𝐕𝐚𝐢𝐝𝐲𝐚 ⟡ ─⭑──────────── A man who paints his demons onto canvas, 𝐊𝐚𝐛𝐢𝐫 𝐑𝐚𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝 is no stranger to obsession. Silence is his refuge, control in his nature. Marriage was never in his plans-until the echo of a past long buried led him to something he never realized he was seeking. 𝐊𝐚𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐚 𝐕𝐚𝐢𝐝𝐲𝐚 was never meant to be his. But when fate delivered her to his feet, he didn't hesitate. Now, she stands at the threshold of a life she never asked for, bound to a man who saved her-but refuses to set her free. Some cages are built from protection. Some saviors are anything but holy. ⭑ ⭑ ⭑ 𝗧 𝗿 𝗼 𝗽 𝗲 𝘀: • Forced marriage • Morally Grey MMC • Age gap • Dark Possessiveness • rom-com ───────────⭑─

"Silly girl, women like you are only for pleasure... So, serve your purpose." He stopped right near my ear and completed his words seductively, "And satisfy me." Zaviyaar Sheikh, a highly manipulative and savage mafia leader of the middle east had everything in his palm. Living a nonchalant yet risky life, nothing excited him until one day he met a tempting dancer. Aalifa Niyaz, also known as Noor-e-Jaan. At first it meant nothing, she was nothing but a prey but before he knew it. He developed an obsession towards her. The woman who left him enticed to the point he was willing to break all his ethical boundaries just to make her his mistress. To cage her from this world. But, she was no easy prey. She would struggle till the end to save herself from the monster who set his eyes on her. And, when Zaviyaar had locked his target, nothing could stop him either. [Installment of "THE VICIOUS LEADERS" Series: 4th Mafia Ace: Heathen, Zaviyaar Sheikh]

He trailed his fingers down my neck, his lips brushing my ear as he whispered, 'You're mine' I moaned I bit my lip, cheeks flushing as I typed the scene of my story. "Interesting choice of words" My breath hitched, my fingers froze mid-air. That voice. I spun around to see none other than Park Jimin...my real-life bully...leaning over my shoulder, devilishly smirking at my laptop screen. "A bit... shameless, don't you think? Fantasizing about me like this Yeona?" He spoke, smirking at my frozen state. ---------------------------------------------------------------- Yeona hates Park Jimin. She always has. But her Wattpad stories tell a different tale... one where he's pinning her against a wall, whispering things that make her knees weak, touching her, ruining her. She swore no one would ever find out. But when Jimin himself discovers her secret, he doesn't laugh. "Be mine... or I'll expose your secret" She stared at him wide eyed. He leans in and smirks "Let's see what's better - Your fantasy or me re-writing them" Park Jimin isn't just the most popular guy on campus... he's her bully, her tormentor, her worst nightmare, a cocky bastard... at least that's what she thought. And this time, she's the one being written into a story. One she might never escape. How far will he go? to get his revenge? --------------------------------------------------------- PJMXYEONA ✨📚Credits From the storyline to dialogues, everything in this book is entirely my own creation. Please do not repost, copy, or claim any part of this work as yours. 📕Book Cover: Me, Myself and I (DO NOT COPY OR REUSE) This story contains mature themes, explicit language, bullying elements, and steamy scenes. Reader discretion is advised.

Book 1 in TALES OF UNTOLD series ____ He wasn't just a stalker; he was someone she had least expected him to be-both her greatest danger and her fiercest protector. He was Veilwalker. She wasn't just an obsession; she was someone who stole his heart and soul, and he would claim hers as his-only his. Sevgilim... was his. ♡♡♡♡○♡♡♡♡ He wasn't just an enemy; he was the last person she had expected him to be-both her greatest threat and her darkest reality. He was Veilbreaker. She wasn't just a target; she was someone he hated but wanted to make his, and she would be his-only his. Hayalim... was his.

"I killed them. I did. I'm saying it by myself..." "No. I don't believe you." He says with a deep voice that was still somehow calm. "You don't know what you are saying-" "You don't believe how far I can go?" An emotional urgency in her voice was visible. "You can't see how much I love you..how much I can do for you?" Her words- soft and pitiful, just like a small, scared child's. "You can't believe I can kill someone for you?" "I believe Eunjae. Not the mad woman infront of me.." • Lee Eunjae had a heart-wrenching and tumultuous past, which she left behind and became one of the best business person of Korea. But her life becomes a mess again when she hires a handsome photographer named Jeon Jungkook and realises her addiction towards him. Her worst nightmares are gonna haunt her. The dark faces of her past comes back into her life. Will she be able to fight the battle between her obsession and her past...? "Some things are better to be forgotten because you might never know the whole truth..." • ➣Thriller AU ➣Romance ➣Angst/ darkfic ➣Murder © MissLiaa1206 | 2020 Started- March 31, 2020 Ended- September 29, 2020