The first rule of the Ricci estate was simple. DO NOT LOOK AT THE CAPO! Dalia broke it the moment his shadow filled the doorway. She had felt him before she saw him. The shift in the air. The quiet fear that crept up her spine and settled between her shoulders like a warning. Men like Lucien Ricci did not announce themselves. They were sensed. Felt. Endured. Everyone said he was ruthless. That his hands were stained with blood and power in equal measure. That once you belonged to him, you never truly left. Dalia had never planned to belong to anyone. She was just a maid. Quiet. Invisible. A girl with dreams tucked away where no one could touch them. Until his eyes landed on her and did not look away. Until his voice said her name like it tasted good. Until one command changed everything. There was a moment, later, when she would understand that it had never been about choice. That desire had teeth. That power could be intoxicating when it wanted you back. Lucien Ricci did not chase. He waited. And when Dalia knelt at the edge of his world, trembling but willing, he knew exactly what he would do. He would ruin her carefully. He would claim her completely. And she would never be the same girl who walked into his room again.

[INDIAN ROMANCE ] Ahhhhhhmmmmm...raj she moan He continuously kissing her like beast. "Good, because ajj ki raat tum bhul nhi payogi jaan." He said before attacking my neck making me gasp. It turned me on even more, my juices were dripping down my thighs and I can feel more of them secreting from my sex. "In this story, two souls destined to collide, finally meet by chance, after navigating through a myriad of life's challenges. The male lead, a man with an unyielding arrogance, has built walls around his heart, while the female lead, a gentle soul with a heart of gold, radiates warmth and kindness. As their paths converge, the question on everyone's mind is: will they find solace in each other's embrace, or will their differences tear them apart? Can the female lead's unwavering compassion and empathy penetrate the male lead's armor of pride, and awaken the dormant goodness within him? Will their journey together be the catalyst for transformation, or will the male lead's dangerous and mysterious past prove too great a hurdle to overcome? As fate brings them closer, the air is electric with tension. Their love is put to the test, and the world holds its breath, wondering if their bond is strong enough to overcome the darkness that has defined the male lead's existence. Will love's redemptive power prevail, or will the shadows of his past forever hold him captive? The stage is set, the players are in position, and the drama is about to unfold. Will this be a tale of star-crossed lovers, or a testament to the transformative power of love? Only time will tell."

Arav×Isha 💀 He saw me on the metro. Just once. That was all it took. I didn't even notice him. But he remembered everything . Two weeks later, I woke up in a bridal saree, sindoor in my hair, and a mangalsutra around my neck. No pheras. No promises. Just a forced marriage... and a door that wouldn't open. "You're mine now," he whispered. "Even if you hate me for it." I tried to run. More than once. But he always found me. And every time I left, something inside me shattered louder than the door I slammed. I told myself I didn't love him. I swore I hated him. But then... Why does it ache more to leave him... than to stay with my captor? ------------- Honestly, this is my first story. Good or bad, both responses are highly appreciated. 🏆1 in #captive (30/06/2025) 🏆 1 in #touchherandyoudie (28/7/2025) 🏆 2 in #dominace

⚠️ 18+ | Trigger Warning: Abuse, Violence, Dark Romance, Mental Trauma, Non-consensual Themes. Read at your own risk. This story is not for the soft-hearted. --- She thought her demons died with her past. She was wrong. They were just waiting at the altar. --- Inaaya was just another forgotten girl with a haunted past - until he arrived. Not her savior. Not her lover. A mafia heir with blood on his hands and marriage in his father's mind. He didn't ask her to marry him. He didn't beg. He just said one line: "You're mine now - body, name, and silence." From that moment, she was no longer free. Now, she's locked in a world of cold threats and colder touches, where secrets burn deeper than bruises, and kisses taste like punishment. Her trauma was never over. It was just the warm-up. --- Because Zeher was the pain that raised her. Amrit is the poison she'll become. And love? Love doesn't live in this story. Obsession does. --- 🔥 If you're looking for butterflies, skip this one. But if you're ready for bruised hearts, twisted vows, and a girl who learns to set fire instead of crying - Welcome to ZEHERAMRIT. --- 🖤 #DarkRomance #18PlusOnly #MafiaMarriage #BrokenButDangerous #TraumaLoveObsession #WattpadIndiaOriginal #HerSilenceHisObsession#darkromance #mafiaromance #arrangedmarriage #obsessivelove #traumarecovery #possessivehero #damagedheroine #forbiddenfeelings #desistories #indiangirl #intenseconnection #healingthroughpain #brokenbutbeautiful #twistedromance #emotionalrollercoaster #hurtcomfort #darkpast #romanticthriller #triggerwarnings #wattpadindia #trendingromance #toxiclove #dangerouslove #zeheramrit #chaotichearts

"You think John would've ever made you feel like this?" I asked darkly, lips brushing her nipple as my fingers circled her again. "You think he would've claimed you like I will?" She whimpered. And when I pushed two fingers inside her, her knees buckled. "Say it," I demanded. "Say you're mine." She shook her head, biting her lip. "I hate you." "Then hate me while I fuck you," I snarled, lifting her up with one arm under her thighs and carrying her to the bed of straw and soft woven sheets they'd laid out like a royal gift. I laid her down like a queen, but I wasn't here to worship. Not tonight. I was here to destroy. ❀.•°°•.✿.•°°•.❀ 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐦. 𝐇𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐯𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐢𝐭. A chaotic 20-year-old girl. A 38-year-old billionaire with a past soaked in blood. And one forest mistake that ended in a forced tribal marriage. She thought she'd drive him crazy. He thought he'd never fall. But fate had a different game- one with bullets, betrayals, and a heartbeat that refused to stop. When love becomes war, and death becomes a lie... 𝙲𝚊𝚗 𝚊 𝚐𝚒𝚛𝚕 𝚠𝚑𝚘 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚋𝚞𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚍 𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚎 𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚒𝚗... 𝚝𝚘 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚒𝚜𝚑 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚢? ___________________________________________ ⚠️HIGHLY MATURE CONTENT | 18+⚠️ ⚠️ Spicy scenes ahead. 18+ only. Fully consensual & guideline-friendly.🔞 Started : 18 April 2025 Ended : 2 June 2025

BOOK 1 "This is what you wanted hmm?" he asked breathlessly whispering in my ear. "For me to fuck this tight little pussy." THIS STORY IS NOT EDITIED‼️

18+!!!!!!! They both kill, but for different reasons. Keilani Hale is an assassin. She's paid to kill and only takes on cases where it's better if her target is dead. She's ridding the evil of the world one day at a time. Ciro 'Coin' Ferrari is a mafia boss for the Sicilians in Chicago. He kills for rivalry, or for fun, nobody quite knows. The exact person Keilani's trained to kill. What happens when the two cross paths and they have to embark on a mission to save a mutual friend, a mission that revels a lot of secrets. {{{TW: Mention of sexual assault from the past}}} - (3) started - 17/07/22 finished - 18/12/22 -

When 17 year old November Jones accidentally burns off her left eyebrow in a freak accident, she brushes it off. Nothing a bit of makeup can't fix, right? But when she finds herself shoved into the backseat of her own car as a couple of very big, very bad, and very dangerous-looking men drive off with it, things can't be so easily fixed...especially since it's not just her missing eyebrow that needs to be covered, it's also the fact that one of the most wanted criminal organizations in the country accidentally kidnapped a teenage girl while trying to escape a drug deal gone wrong. Could things get any worse? Well, with a girl like November in the mix, the answer is yes.

THIS BOOK IS 18+ "Alright, I'll tell you the rules twice, and I'll need you to memorize them, write them down and give them to me tomorrow morning." Wait, I'm not good at memorizing things! I nod waiting for him to continue, but I get a soft slap on my face instead, which takes me by surprise. "Words Amelia, you need to respond in words. Speaking of which, that's the first rule. No nodding, no shaking heads no sign language because we both are very capable of hearing and speaking, okay?" I was about to nod when I realized in time. "Yes...?" "Master, you are to address me as your Master when we are alone, but when in public I still wait for some kind of respect you understand?" "Yes Master" --------------------------------------------------- Amelia is the average rich girl, (with a touch of anger issues) she thought she didn't cared about anything or anyone because her life was already planned ahead and there was nothing she could do about it. Although she was envied by most, her life was controlled by her father, and she followed his every rule no matter how hurtful they were to her. Then one day her eyes fell on him, Axel, her meant to be husband... and her soon to be Master. She had to learn how to be a submissive but at the same time be a fearsome and independent woman. To reach her goals and protect what was hers, she had to do things that she never once imagined she'd do. How far would you go to protect your loved ones and your reputation?

Smut Warning 🤫🔥 _____________ I quickly snapped out of the trance he put me in before placing me knife at the side of his neck. "Alessandro if your lips touch mine I'll cut throat after breaking every single bone in your body" I said as his lips were almost touching mine. A smirk formed on his lips and he looked away from my lips and into my eyes. "Can we stop pretending like you don't want my c**k buried deep inside you that you'll forget the face of the first person you killed" he whispered "Just give in amore " he said ________________________________________________ Rosabella Moulin is an assassin Alessandro Romano is a ruthless mafia (Book cover by @_navyblueee_)