"They used me, Tortured me and Treated me like Trash" "After one Brother was satisfied, I was tossed to the other." ■□■□■□■□■■□■□ BLURB: The Alpha brothers ADITYA and AARAV treated their Omega Mate TANISH as nothing more than a rag doll, their personal rag doll. Who they fucked, abused and cursed everyday. What happens when SIDHARTH enters the calm yet cruel lives of these three people? Is it the calm before the storm or the storm has already started? There is more to it than what's visible on the surface. "A Mature Omegaverse Story with violence, Angst, abuse, obsession and Regret" ■□■□■□■□■■□■ (26th in angst out of 284k) (28th in drak out of 189k) ((#1 in Indian out of 36.5k on June 13)) (#1 in cursewords on 26-4-2025) (#6 in indiangay on 04-5-2025) (#7 in foursome on 04-5-2025) (#12th in Hindi on 26-4-2025) (#27th in Dark out of 177k on 24-5-2025) (#37th in Homosexual on 13/4/2025) -------------------------------------------- ⚠️Disclaimer: This story contains mature themes, including explicit LGBTQ+ relationships, abuse, sexual content, violence, death scenes and other sensitive content. This story is intended for Mature Audience (18+ years). Reader discretion is advised. The story is a work of fiction and does not promote or glorify any harmful behavior. ⚠️All characters, events, and settings are purely fictional. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or real events is purely coincidental. © This is my work, Created and written by me. Don't copy or steal it. ⚠️ ALL THE IMAGES in the story including the STORY COVER are made by me using AI, don't take them. --------------------------------------------

READ BEFORE PROCEEDING ⚠️ This story contains dark themes, non-consensual elements, psychological trauma, and heavy emotional. Minors DNI. Please read responsibly and take care of yourself. If you're here for soft romance - this is not that place.🖤 Welcome to the dark He was running as fast as his legs would carry him, breath tearing out of his chest, silent tears blurring the corridor ahead. His feet slipped. His knees buckled. He hit the floor hard. Hands seized him from behind before he could crawl away. Another grip forced his face up, fingers tangled painfully in his hair, holding him still. A voice in front of him curved into a smile he couldn't see but could feel. "Oh, dear," the man said softly. "You know I don't like it when you try to run." Another presence loomed closer, close enough for him to feel breath against his skin, "So scared," the second voice murmured. "You always are." He leaned down towards his neck and sniffled him and murmured,"Mm... You smell so nice, just like... wet soil after rain." His body began to shake uncontrollably. Tears spilled freely now, unchecked, soaking into his collar. The struggle drained out of him-not because he wanted to stop, but because he no longer had the strength to keep fighting. His fingers loosened around the fabric of his own shirt. Not surrender. Just exhaustion.

Obsession wears many faces. Sometimes, it looks like love. --- Isha Rao had it all - wealth, beauty, a perfect fiancé, and a future carved in gold. Until the man she trusted shattered her heart, and her best friend drove the knife in deeper. Three years later, Isha is no longer the soft-spoken girl they betrayed. She's the ruthless CEO of Rao Industries - cold, untouchable, and feared. Enter Advait Verma. Her ex-fiancé's older brother. Ten years older. Ten times more dangerous. And now...the Chief Minister of Andhra Pradesh. What the world doesn't know is that Advait never really left. He's been watching Isha from the shadows - loving her, needing her, obsessing over her. And now, he's ready to claim what's always been his. But this isn't a love story. This is a storm - dark, twisted, and all-consuming. And Isha? She's about to find out what it means to be loved by a man who would set the world on fire... just to keep her in his arms. --- 🔥 Dark romance | Age gap | Possessive love | Obsession | Betrayal | Political drama | Enemies to lovers Start reading now. But remember... not all storms make noise. ---

"So... where were you, little kitty?" His voice was quiet, too quiet... each word slicing through the air as he flipped through the papers without even looking up. "I-I was..." My voice broke, barely a whisper. Something about his calm made him even scarier. He finally set the papers aside, eyes lifting to meet mine. "You look nervous." The corner of his mouth twitched.. not quite a smile. "Don't be. I don't hurt good boys." That tone... gentle, dangerous, patient. "Now," he said, leaning back in his chair, gaze steady. "Come here." I hesitated, taking one step forward. His eyes sharpened. "Crawl." ●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●● Started - 13th February 2025 Ended - ???

Nathan, a 20-year-old, working as a strip dancer at a gay bar and obsessed with earning more money was lured into accepting the offer of becoming a birthday present to Alessandro Martinez, an influential businessman, and a widower. Alessandro found Nathan strikingly similar to his past lover and wanted him to become his sweet sugar baby by throwing a lot of money over him. Will he be a good baby boy, obeying his daddy? Will wanting an emotional attachment with Alessandro rather than his money cause problem for Nathan? Does Alessandro really like Nathan as a person or just using him for his sex drive? A lot of punishments and sweet moments are guaranteed in Sweet Sugar Baby.🔞🔞🔞 This is a gay book with a lot of steamy sex between men. Read at your own risk.

"Your fear is like an aphrodisiac....and you're serving it up nice and sweet." • • "Zayne, his name is Zayne....." • • "What did I get myself into?" • When Rowan, a university student piques the interest of a brooding mafia prince, will he succumb to the desires that lay beneath his distaste for the dangerous crime lord?

(This book contains graphic scenes of rape, abuse, mental abuse, drug abuse, viewer discretion is advised) " Oh your wake"......... " w-were I'm Ma-mason"............ " will your at our house silly".......... what happens when Nolan the nerd starts getting this weird text from a unknown number what if he starts see this creep around. What Nolan doesn't know is this so called creep is actually Mason the captain of the football team. What happens when Mason does the unthinkable by kidnapping Nolan will I guess you have to read to find out.... number one of my boyxboy series ( hey guys Angela here I'm doing a lot of editing on this book so stuff is going to look different I hope you guys like my book bye-bye for now..................)

I should've seen it coming in my parents' silence. when they have let me face it alone. Now i see it in my bruises and my body. how delusional was i to think just because he was known to be cruel to other doesn't mean he would do that to me. His wife. political career demands such toughness. i convinced myself. But it went far worse. Worse than he had done with any other person who came across his way. I drifted away by the time he realized. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Abhay Thakur: Chief minister of Rajasthan . His ruthless nature was well known not in public but discussions beyond closed doors whisper his name. There were no remarks of atrocities he had done so far. He dominated every room he entered. Not just what his history hold but what his presence demands . His eyes give away nothing. Sanjana Srivastav: Her passion for arts is her comfort in a world of chaos her father is into. Which unknowingly dragged her along. Hidden in the shadows , still caught the eye of the predator. Her gentleness soothed him when he wasn't ready for the change. Consequences knocked on her life when she is married to a man decade older to her.

​"I gave you three years to breathe, Hiba. Three years to grow into the woman I saw that night in the kitchen. Now, the time for breathing is over. Now, you belong to me." ​At fifteen, Hiba became an orphan. At fifteen, she was forced into a Nikah with her eldest cousin, the cold and terrifying Arzan Shah. He was supposed to be her shield, but his touch felt like fire. After a night of dark desire, he fled to London, leaving her with a bruised neck and a shattered heart. ​Three years later, Hiba is eighteen, beautiful, and finally feels free. But Arzan has returned. He isn't the man who left; he's a predator coming back for his prize. And this time, he's not leaving without the Ruksati he wants hiba in his room, in his bed and under him. these story is not like my previous one it's dark Romance and for 18+ read at your own risk.

#2 in Top 10 in India on (9/4/26) #1 in Top 10 in India on (12/4/26) Myra sharma had heard his name before she ever saw his face. Armaan Brar. The President of Chandigarh National University. Final-year Political Science student. RSVP's rising youth face. The boy professors avoid. The one students don't look in the eye. The one whose footsteps are enough to silence a corridor. They say he once pulled a gun on campus. They say he wins elections the way he wins fights... ruthlessly. They say crossing him is a mistake you don't repeat twice. And she believes every freaking word. She's just a first-year B.Com student. From a Middle class family, She left Lucknow with dreams in her suitcase. Chandigarh National University was her dream. Her fresh start. Her escape. Living alone in a new city wasn't easy but she was determined. Far away from politics, power, and people like him. Her only goal? Stay invisible, don't get noticed by bullies in college.. But Armaan Brar notices her. And that's where the problem begins. And Armaan Brar has never been gentle about what he wants. Tropes:- - punjabi munda x Innocent hindu girl - college president x simple student - first love - rich guy x middle class girl - 5 years age gap (don't judge my book with this description there is a lot more about Armaan and Myra, give it a chance please...it's my first story.)