"Are you alright, baby?" His voice was deceptively soft, a cruel mockery of concern. Aashvi's breath hitched. She curled into herself, her voice barely audible. Tears formed in her eyes "Why are you doing this to me? Please... just let me go. I didn't do anything." Veer didn't answer. Instead, with a snap, he shut the laptop and stood. His movements were slow, deliberate-like a predator taking its time before pouncing. She flinched as he stepped toward her, her pulse hammering in her ears. She pressed herself against the headboard, gripping the duvet as if it could shield her from him. "P-Please... stay away," she stammered, her voice trembling. Her mind is struggling with the thoughts how can she save herself from a monster like him. Her innocenct heart is screaming with terror. He will do very bad with her!! He will do that- She can't say that terrible thing. He arched a brow, his head tilting slightly. "Now you're afraid of me?" His voice was cold, emotionless, but there was something unreadable in his eyes. Warning ⚠️ Mature, torture, dark scenes, traumatic past. So if you are not comfortable or not fond of this type of story. So please don't read it. English is not my first language so don't comment on improving my writing skills. Just Focus on the content not on the language or mistakes. Also don't comment badly because I can't tolerate anyone's bad comments. So I already warned you :⁠-⁠)

"A wedding meant for love... stolen by madness." _______________________________________ Him: "Who deserves punishment, biwi?" Her: (barely audible, heart pounding) "M-me..." Him: (tilting her chin up, voice dark and unwavering) "And where, biwi? On our bed... or in the ashes of the man who dared to crave what's mine?" Her: (whimpering, body trembling) "P-please..." Him: (low chuckle, deadly possessive) "No, biwi. Please what?" He leaned in, his breath a sinful caress against her trembling lips. "Please what, baby? Use your words." "Beg me to break you. Beg me to make you mine-completely-until even your soul moans my name." His grip tightened, his fingers tracing fire down her skin. "Say it-" Her: (shuddering, surrendering) "Yours..." His lips hovered, his voice a dark whisper, laced with devotion and madness. ________________________________________ "You are the prayer my soul has bled for through lifetimes." "The flame my darkness bows before." "The only truth my chaos kneels to." "And now, biwi, you are bound to me-not by fate, not by destiny-by me." This isn't just dominance. This is obsession, possession, destruction, and worship-wrapped in the most sinful kind of love. Get ready to step into a world where love turns lethal, obsession burns wild, and surrender is the only escape.

He wanted her scared. He wanted her desperate. He wanted her begging. Her on the floor, knees spread, dress pushed up, legs trembling while he loomed over her. Tears in her eyes as she whimpered his name. His hand tangled in her hair, forcing her to stay still while he... Those delicate legs? Made to be opened by him. His hands. His mouth. His torment. His bliss. He'd keep her in silk gowns and lock every door. He'd feed her, bathe her, cradle her... And then bend her over and breed her again.-her beneath him, crying out his name as he forced her open, spilling himself so deep inside her that her body would never forget. Watching his seed drip from her thighs only for him to push it back in, growling that it belonged to him. He imagined her swollen with his child, belly soft and round, marked by his hands, his teeth, his scent. Everyone would know and see it. She is his muse, his heaven and he is her cage. :::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::: Primrose was meant to bloom. Instead, she was plucked-young, unripe, and fed to a world that devours girls whole. In a time where men held every law, every title, and every key, sixteen-year-old Primrose Everdell becomes the price of her father's illness. A devoted servant to the powerful family, he is now bedridden, helpless. And when the patriarch offers a "solution"-marriage to their eldest son-Primrose is given no voice. Only silence. Only duty. Her girlhood ends in the bedchambers of Styles Manor, where screams echo down stone halls and no one dares interfere. Her days blur into the quiet horror of submission. Her nights into the claws of a husband she cannot understand - and who does not understand her. . Perhaps she was never meant to be understood, only possessed. Why her? Why must she suffer for the sins of power? Trapped in a world where innocence is currency and silence is survival, Primrose must find meaning in a life written for her by others - or risk losing herself entirely.

Victoria Petrov appears to lead a perfect life as the wife of billionaire artist Vladimir Petrov, celebrated on social media for their glamorous lifestyle. Vladimir is not only known for loving his wife, he is a celebrated philanthropist whose changed and saved multiple people's lives However, behind the facade, Victoria is trapped in Vladimir's obsessive control. Only she sees his dark side while the rest of the world experiences the best of him. As his troubling past unravels and family secrets emerge, Victoria discovers the true cost of being her husband's muse. ------- Disclaimer: This book is not for the fainthearted. It touches heavily on mental, emotional, physical, and physiological abuse. Please be cautioned.

She is just a girl who wants a life where no pain exists but life has another one planned for her. Afsana Bansal was getting married with Isharth Purohit but on the wedding day he was gone. She married her elder brother Dhritaansh Purohit who was mysterious , toxic and rich. She had no idea that her destiny and she was her self claimed by a devil. ---------- Afsana took a deep breath and said, "Can I join college again? Just a month before the wedding, Papa had stopped me from going, but now can I-" She was about to say more when suddenly a soft cry escaped her lips. She immediately looked at her hand. Dhritansh's grip on it had become much stronger than before. He was looking at her without any expression. Afsana quickly looked at him and said, "Dhritansh ji, what are you doing? It's hurting me." Dhritansh replied in the same tone, "What were you saying?" Afsana wasn't even focused on speaking anymore. She kept looking at her hand, trying to free it. Finally, she shouted, "Dhritansh ji, stop it!" Dhritansh seemed to snap out of it all of a sudden. He looked at her hand and said, "I'm sorry, Gulabo. I'm really sorry." Saying that, he gently kissed her palm and looked back at her face. Afsana stared at him in surprise. Dhritansh placed his hand on her cheek and asked, "Did it hurt too much?" -----------

"You just have no idea." His voice was thick with restraint. "W-what," I breathed. His gaze flicked to my lips as his thumb stroked again. The calloused pad against my soft flesh sent goosebumps down my arms. His once warm eyes were dark as they lifted and bared into my soul. "What you do to... men." His husky whisper weakened my knees. I almost fell but his other hand settled on my hip, pulling me closer to him. "What you do to me," he added on a breath. The hand on my jaw shifted. His fingers left trails of tingles as he slipped them back slowly, under my earlobe and into my curls. *************************************************** As a young girl, Charlotte Avery's favourite pass time was daydreaming about her Prince Charming: Archer Johnson. She never stopped to consider that Archer was her brother's best friend.. Or that he always appeared severely creeped out by her attention. On her 16th birthday, Charlotte received a harsh reality check. Realizing just how embarrassing she had been acting, she swore to never make a fool of herself in front of Archer again. The problem? She is about to head to college and unfortunately it's the same school where Archer is currently the star quarterback. Follow Charlotte during her first year at USC as she juggles new experiences, social anxiety, family drama back home, and avoiding Archer. These are the unintended consequences of an embarrassing childhood crush. *************************************************** Top Ranks: #1 - Hot #1 - Collegeromance #1 - Brothersbestfriend #1 - Football #1 - Brooding #1 - Slowburn #1 - Quarterback #1 - Athlete #2 - Newadult #2 - Player #5 - Badboy #73 - Romance ***************************************************

BOOK 2 OF THE OBSESSION SERIES : An 18+ Dark Romance Book. Matteo Armani is a monster in a suit-a Consigliere with no conscience, no mercy, and no limits. His world is painted in blood and shadows, and he revels in the chaos. Obsession is second nature to him, but when it comes to Sophia Robinson, it's not just an obsession-it's a sickness. Sophia is everything he is not-light, laughter, and innocence wrapped in breathtaking beauty. A princess in a golden cage, untouched by the darkness he thrives in. But Matteo doesn't believe in fairytales. He believes in taking what he wants, and he wants her. She should run. She should fear him. But instead, she tempts the devil, pushing boundaries she doesn't understand. And Matteo? He's more than happy to pull her into his madness. Because once he has her, he's never letting go. She's his favorite game. His sweetest sin. His obsession. -------------------------------------------------------- "You're insane," I whisper. Matteo grins wider, a look of pure enjoyment flashing across his face. "Oh, Little lamb," he leans in, his breath warm against my cheek, "I'm so much worse than that." I squeeze my eyes shut, trying to steady myself. His scent-smoke, leather, and something darker-fills my lungs, suffocating me. --------------------------------------------------------------------

"⚠️ This story contains themes of abuse, manipulation, and violence. It is purely fictional and not intended to romanticize harmful behavior." Alex grabbed her by the chin, forcing her to look at him, his voice low, dangerous-a venom-laced promise. "You're mine now," he growled. "My wife. My hidden bride. My possession. I'll Fuck you when I want, how I want, where I want. And if you even flinch, I'll make sure you never walk again." He stepped closer, his eyes blazing with rage and obsession. "Take off your clothes, Lara. Now." She trembled, frozen, tears running down her cheeks. -and he shoved her against the wall. "You thought marriage to me would be a cage?" he sneered. "No, Lara. This is hell. And I'm the devil who'll fuck you as I see fit. Whenever. Wherever. However. Because you belong to me now." "I said take them off," he hissed in her ear. "Before I rip them off myself." Lara's breath hitched as she slowly raised trembling fingers to her blouse. Every movement was filled with dread, humiliation, and hopelessness. He grabbed her roughly, threw her on the bed, climbing on top of her like a predator claiming its prey. His lips crashed against hers-not with love, but punishment. His kiss bruised. His hands unforgiving. "Spread your legs like a good little wife," he hissed, "or I'll force them open."

I thrive on your hate, because it means I've left a mark you can't erase. Content Warning: This story contains smut, but it is not romantic or consensual. It involves forced encounters and dark themes. If this is something you are uncomfortable with, please do not continue reading.

TAKEN SERIES: BOOK TWO TW: mature themes and strong language, violence, sexual assault, self harm, manipulation, death, grief, etc. NOT FOR THE FAINT OF HEART. ------------------------------------------- "I will never love you." ••• The biggest wedding of the year. Jasmine Williams and Sinn Hyde. Two families being joined together in the underground as per their father's wishes. ------------------------------------------- Eighteen-year-old Jasmine has been groomed as the perfect bride-to-be. She's prepared, she's ready and all doubts and nerves she had felt before were now fully at ease. Either way, it's whatever father says, goes, right? Stay respectful, don't talk back and keep Mr. Hyde satisfied and everything will be okay, she'll be taken care of. But to her complete shock, her new beau doesn't feel the same way. ------------------------------------------- Twenty-three-year-old Mr. Hyde knows better. He will do just fine running his father's ends without a wife but cannot make the choice for himself. "You need an heir," his father says and whatever he says, goes. He's decided to suck it up, satisfy his father just to get him to back off. But that doesn't mean he'll like it, at all. In fact, he'll see just how far he can push her until she has no choice but to leave.