Privious name of this book : Twisted Obsession : A Mafia Romance "obssetion? No, kiddo. What I feel for you is much darker than that." ✦ ─────────────── ✦ "Run if you want kiddo. I enjoy the chase." ✦ ─────────────── ✦ Slap He didn't touch his cheek. He didn't blink. Something inside him simply shut down-the human part. What was left was the Beast. Not rage-rage is loud. This was control. This was the silence of the deep ocean. He stepped closer, invading her space until she was forced to "Interesting," he murmured. That was all. No explosion. No shouting. And that frightened her more than any roar ever could. He reached out and took her wrist. His grip was firm, unavoidable-a band of iron that didn't squeeze, but simply ended her freedom. "Do you know," he said, his voice lowering to a register that vibrated in her bones, "how many people pray I don't notice them? How many men have died just for looking at me the wrong way?" His thumb pressed lightly against her pulse. Her heartbeat was frantic, a trapped bird. "And you," he continued, his eyes darkening into twin voids of obsidian, "raise your hand on me." He released her wrist suddenly, only to grab her upper arm with a strength that brooked no resistance. He began to drag her. Not toward the house. Not toward the towels. He dragged her toward the dark, restricted end of the pool-the section where the water was deep, shadowed by the overhanging architecture. "Advay, stop! You're hurting me!" He didn't respond. He didn't even seem to hear her. He stepped down into the water first, fully dressed in his charcoal trousers and silk shirt. The surface changed around him, shifting and swirling as if recognizing its master. Then, she saw them. Five shadows beneath the surface. Massive. Sleek. Moving in a rhythmic, terrifying orbit. There are Sharks . Vrishti's breath froze in her throat. "No," she whispered, her voice trembling. "Ad

Emilia and Lexi were twins but they couldn't be more oppersite if they tried. Emilia was selective mute, she was taught not to speak unless spoken to as time went on she stopped talking to people all together. Her mother and step father abused her since she was 5 causing her to grow cold and distant. Lexi was the favourite child, her mother and step father gave her everything she ever wanted, she was bubbly and made friends quick however she was used to the attention and never wanted anyone but her to have the attention. both girls had a strong dislike for each other, Emilia hated that Lexi let their parents abuse her whilst she stood by laughing , she hated how bitchy Lexi could be and how she bullied her. Lexi couldn't stand that she had a twin, especially how weird she thought Emilia to be. 16 years ago was one of the happiest days of the Rosso family lives, their princesses were born but only two years later Alice Russo ran off with the twins, leaving behind her husband Alessandro and their 4 boys. Alessandro was heartbroken and being the Mafia boss, he spared no resources looking for his twin girls but Alice was good, she had help and managed to hide from mafia boss himself. As time went on, Alessandro and his sons gave up hope, until he received a call he never thought he would have. Book 1 completed Book 2 Emilia -Completed Book 3 Demon- ongoing This book is a product of all my own ideas, it is only published here on wattpad. You may have seen it titled a dance of broken wings on novelverse, but it was put up by someone copying my work.

#1-Forbiddenromance - 22 April 2025 #1 Slowburn - 3 May 2025 #1- adultthemes - 21 May 2025 ___________________________________________ IEREEN LIVIENNE : I was supposed to marry his son. Not him. Leon Marcer-my professor, my future father-in-law, a man twice my age. He was cold, untouchable, and completely off-limits. Yet, from the moment I met him, I wanted him. Needed him. But desire turns to obsession, and before I know it, I'm tangled in a web of secrets and danger, and a man who refuses to let me go. Because Leon doesn't just take- He owns. ~○~~●~ LEON MARCER : She was never meant to be mine. Young. Forbidden. My student. My son's fiancée. I should have ignored her. Pretended she didn't exist. But from the moment I laid eyes on Iereen, I was a doomed man. She was too innocent for my world, too soft for my hands-yet every time she ran, she ran straight to me. She thinks I'm her escape. She doesn't know I'm the cage. ___________________________________________ 🔞🌶⚠️Highly mature content |18+ Contains mature themes: age-gap, forbidden romance, morally grey relationships, and explicit scenes 🔞(18+). All characters are consenting adults. Follows Wattpad's guidelines.

In the bustling heart of modern-day Milan, Mariah Rossi lives a life that was never meant to be hers. Once the beloved daughter of a wealthy businessman and his late wife, she now spends her days fixing engines, running errands, and cleaning the penthouse her father shares with his new wife - Claudia, a woman whose charm hides venom. Claudia's daughter, Sofia, is the country's sweetheart - a flawless supermodel adored by millions and spoiled by the world. Together, mother and daughter have turned Mariah's home into her prison. But Mariah isn't the delicate girl she once was. Life's cruelty carved her into something stronger. With her hair cut short and tied in a neat knot, dressed in worn jeans and grease-stained shirts, she moves through the city like a ghost no one notices - a tomboy with a soldier's grit and a heart that refuses to break. Then comes Don Vito Corleone - a powerful Sicilian mafioso who commands respect and fear across Europe. When he attends a lavish gala hosted by Sofia's agency, the Don encounters someone who changes everything in a single glance. Sofia, desperate for influence, believes she's caught the Don's eye. But Don Vito's gaze - cold, calculating, and unrelenting - is fixed on someone else entirely. Someone who doesn't even know she's become his obsession.

"𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒃𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒌 𝒎𝒚 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒘𝒐 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒊𝒕 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒍𝒔, 𝒊𝒕 𝒃𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒔 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒚𝒐𝒖" ••• People meet by accident, People fall in love by accident, But people surely don't become someone's baby daddy accidentally, or do they? What started as an innocent lie, trapped them into a marriage, entwining their fates with unexpected partners. But here's the catch, the marriage won't last forever, the holy bond wasn't so holy, a contractual bond emerged, benefitted them both and bound them together, at least for a while. Falling in love was thrown out of the window the moment she signed the contract, she wasn't going to fall in love with an egoistic, arrogant and self-centred-asshole of a lawyer anyways. ••• "No love drama, right?" "I'd rather die."

"I'm going to ruin you, Elijah," I whispered, trailing my fingers down his scarred chest, feeling his entire body shudder. Elijah has spent years building walls around himself but Aria ignites something primal inside him that he can't fight. He doesn't do soft and he doesn't do mercy, but with Aria's reckless attempts at breaking him, his years of control shatters. Elijah meant to break her. He meant to show her why he's the most feared wolf in the pack, but in the heat of her gaze, he realizes he isn't the one doing the ruining. She is. They're learning each other the only way they know how, hard, fast, and without mercy. And when the claiming ceremony arrives, nothing will stop him from making her his. She set his world on fire and he will burn the world down to take her. Tropes: Cold girl x Cold guy Virgin x Virgin (everyone knows they choose mates so it is the norm to wait for your mate for most ppl)

Zeenat Shaikh never wanted trouble. She just wanted to finish her third year of business college in peace. But when her first day starts with her being cornered by the college's biggest manwhore - Sameer Khan - she realizes peace isn't an option. Enter Shahawez Khan. Cold. Reserved. Untouchable. Everyone thinks he's a playboy. But the truth? He's never even looked at another girl. And definitely never rescued one before. Until Zeenat. What starts as an awkward rescue turns into an unexpected friendship. Six months of stolen glances, hidden smiles, late-night talks, and hugs that linger a little too long. He opens up to her. She sees through his mask. And somewhere in between - they fall. Hard. 🤍 But life isn't a Bollywood movie. A college trip goes wrong. Goons attack. A village. A forced nikkah. And just like that - they're married. Except Shahawez doesn't want to keep her. "Don't expect anything from me. This marriage was nothing." Heartbroken but not broken, Zeenat decides to walk away. From strangers to friends. From friends to spouses. From spouses to lovers. This is a story of two reserved souls who found home in each other. Of hugs that heal, kisses that mean forever, and a love that was never supposed to happen - but did. ❤️ P.S. - He calls her Zee. She calls him Shah. And after marriage? She becomes his Jaan. Tropes used in this story: · 🌷Forced/Accidental Marriage (Nikkah) · 🕊️Cold & Reserved ML who's soft only for FL · 💜Shy, Kind, Introvert FL · 🫧He falls first but hides it ·❤️‍🔥Virgin

#Top10 in India (9/7/2026) #Top5 in India (9/2/2026)-(4/7/2026) #Top4 in India (11/2/2026)-(10/5/2026) #Top3 in India (11/5/2026) ┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈ His large, calloused hand wrapped gently around my throat-not to hurt, but to own. The cold silver of my waist chain pressed into my bare stomach as he pinned me flush against the heavy mahogany of his study desk. "You think you can hide from me, Little Bird?" His voice was a lethal, gravelly whisper against my ear, sending a violent shiver of wet heat straight to my core. "You think you can wear things that beg to be ripped off, and I won't collect what belongs to me?" I gasped as his rough fingers hooked under the delicate lace of my panties, snapping the thin fabric effortlessly. "Aarav, please-" "Please what?" He bit down on the sensitive skin of my neck, swallowing my desperate whimper. His thick thigh forced my knees apart, leaving me completely, helplessly exposed to his burning, pitch-black gaze. "Tell me exactly what you want. Use your words, Priyanshi." My nails dug into his broad shoulders, my entire body trembling with a heavy, throbbing ache that only he could cure. I looked into the eyes of the devil I married, finally surrendering to his darkness. "Please," I sobbed, my hips arching eagerly into his touch. "Please, Aarav. Take it." A wicked, triumphant smirk touched his lips. "Good girl. Now, scream for me." · · ─ ·𖥸· ─ · · Priyanshi Verma prayed to Krishna for a fairytale love story. Instead, she was sold to the Devil in a bespoke suit. Aarav Rathore. Billionaire. Mafia king. A man who doesn't know how to love, only how to own. He married her to control her. She married him to save her family. He wants to break her innocence. She wants to escape his cage. But in the darkness of their bedroom, where hate turns into heat and resistance turns into moans, the lines blur. A story of a forced marriage, dark obsession, and a lust so violent it might just look like love. ┈┈

For her, he is the light of her life. She never thought of leaving him. But unknowingly they got into a fight. He went out leaving her alone in the house. There was no message from him. She was gloomy, vulnerable, thinking about him. Suddenly, she got call from him after the big, nasty fight. Before she got a chance to speak, his deep, masculine voice rushed, "I know I hurt you a lot but, now, I want to meet you. I want a chance to prove myself. Please, come and meet me at our regular hangout. I will be waiting. Think before you come, though. If you come, i won't leave you... I hope you will come." With that he cut the call, not giving her a chance to voice her opinion. He waited for her to come. One hour passed. Two hours passed. But, she didn't come. No sign of her. Surely, she loves him a lot. But, why didn't she visit him? To know more, join in on the journey of Sanjay and Niharika's journey. Copyrights @niharika boddeda Please don't copy my work.

A Lovely Chaos 💕 When two powerful forces collide, chaos is inevitable-yet, in their case, it's a beautiful kind of chaos. They are alike yet different, mirroring each other's strengths and weaknesses. They accept one another wholeheartedly, embracing both the flaws and the perfections. Their possessiveness is mutual, their devotion unwavering. If he treats her like a queen, she worships him like a king. They know they are far from perfect, but in each other's beautifully imperfect world, they fit just right. Neil Ekaraj Oberoi - A ruthless king to the world, but a playful child in front of her. Aarohi Sharma - Reserved with her emotions, yet a relentless chatterbox when she's with him. To outsiders, their dynamic is baffling-so contradictory, it's almost as if they have dual personalities. But that's just the magic of their love. 😉