𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐛𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝟏 .⋇⋆✦⋆⋇　⋇⋆✦⋆⋇　⋇⋆✦⋆⋇　 When it's a obsession of a man whom only she matters, no others. He doesn't care of anyone rather than her, but still she's unknown to this. But what if both of become each other's possession, even after he Separated her from himself, he was always with her in every way. Though he didn't knew that sending her out of country will make her what she's not and he never imagined. Both gonna be each other's deadly obsession as it always says. "THE DARK EMBRACE OF LOVE HOLD US TIGHTER THAN ANY LIGHT COULD" *ੈ✩‧₊༺☆༻*ੈ✩‧₊*ੈ✩‧₊༺☆༻*ੈ In a big mansion a Man in 30's and a girl in her 20's were seen consuming each other in love, lust, desire for each other. "Say your mine" He said as he thrusthed in me deeply. "Ahhh! I'm yours?" I questioned him still knowing it's true I'm his in every way, he controls me ad I let him to do it. "You have no option left, you were always mine" He said getting fast as he thrust deepened in me sending me to heights of pleasure that I have never been, I arched my back in response to meet his every thrust. "Ahhh! H.. How?" I asked him again making him growl against me. "You were born to be mine!" He said with a last thrust and released himself inside of me. ✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧ She was always his, even though the y were not together. He never left her, he was always with her like a shadow. She was bound to him, only him. Yet it was forbidden he cared less, only she matters to him and everyone can just "FUCK OFF". ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* Come get dive into their hot love story filled with every emotion Thank you ❤

CAN BE READ AS STAND STAND-ALONE. This book serves as a prequel to Twisted Family of Sikandars, focusing on Aairah and Hayaan's journey from their first meeting to their early married life. This story is a journey through time-a tale of love, longing, and the inevitable pull of fate. Aairah fell first. She fell hard, surrendering her heart to a man who barely acknowledged its existence. For four long years, she loved him in silence, watching from a distance as her feelings grew deeper, stronger, and more unshakable. Hayaan Sikandar, the man who had unknowingly captured her heart, was a force of nature-powerful, untouchable, and entirely uninterested in love. But destiny has a way of playing its own games.

"What happened, Butterfly?" His hoarse voice sent a shiver down her spine as his calculative gaze locked onto her. His slow, deliberate steps toward her made her breath hitch, and as her back collided with the wall, he caged her in. "Now, where will you go, Butterfly?" His arms slid around her waist, pulling her closer to him. ‎ . ݁⋆ ۶ৎ ݁˖ . ݁ Kabir Malhotra, an introvert-calm and possessing a devilish charm-is a CEO who hates when things don't go his way. His heart, once as delicate as a rose, has now turned to stone. He never thought love would find him until his "butterfly" entered his world, changing everything. Is this change good or worse? ─ ⊹ ⊱ ☆ ⊰ ⊹ ─ Mira Singhania, once an extrovert, transformed into an introvert who no longer feels emotions. She became something she never even knew-a life she wanted but never received. A heart that once felt the emotions of everyone has now become something unimaginable. She never thought she would betray her, "Abir," who was everything to her-but now, he is nothing. Is he truly nothing? ─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ─── Their lives were filled with pain-the pain of broken relationships and love they never received. A love they yearned for, but one that remained just out of reach. Let's see what happens when their shattered worlds are pieced together in an arranged marriage-an arranged marriage arranged by him. After all, broken is beautiful. ──⋆.˚✧ ✧⋆.˚──

BOOK 1 MATURE CONTENT 18+ Read at your own risk I slowly lifted the thin long sleeve over her head and she sat up a little in the process to help me. As if I wasn't hard enough her pierced hard brown nipples stood straight out begging to be touched. I brought my left hand up to rub and pull on one of her nipples making her release a low moan. I attached my lips to the other sucking on it and flicking my tongue at it getting a good shake out of her. My hand that wasn't busy made its way into the band of her shorts to find she wasn't wearing any panties underneath. "Traviesa." I say meeting her lips with mines again as I swiped two fingers along her soaking wet slit. "Fuck neonata, you're so wet." I say against her lips and she bit back a moan at my words that clearly affected her. I then dipped a finger into her tight hole and she attempted to clamp her legs shut only for me to push them back up so they were bent at her sides. I sent a harsh slap to her inner thigh close to her clothed pussy startling her but she moaned at the feeling. - A story in which a young naive girl gets affiliated with Mateo Ayala-Ricci with many skeletons in the closet RANKINGS ⭐️: #1 in Cartel #2 in Rich #3 in illegal #5 in Agegap #8 in submissive #7 in blackgirl #2 in mobster #9 in drug #13 in Don #25 in BWWM ©Copyright 2021. All rights reserved. This fanfic may not be reproduced, displayed, modified or distributed without the express prior written permission of the copyright holder. For permission contact @OtakuFaerie- on wattpad.com. Thank you.

𝑩𝒐𝒐𝒌 2 𝒐𝒇 "𝒅𝒆𝒔𝒉𝒑𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒆 𝒇𝒂𝒎𝒊𝒍𝒚 𝒔𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒔" ~ Rᴜᴅʀᴀ × Sᴜɢᴀɴᴅʜᴀ ~ ⚠️‼️ Mature audience only! Strictly 18+ • Do not report unnecessarily, please read the disclaimer. *** 1970's Life has unexpected turns. Sugandha, a young flower that got ruined by a lustful monster. She gave her all hopes of happiness after that incident. She became a widowed woman when her monstrous husband died. But... the society looked at her as a mole from the start. Growing up in a poor, low-caste family, she endured a lot. The taunts on her brown shade were a never-ending cycle. But what happens when the god blesses her with a second chance? That no one ever even witnessed before. An unmarried man from a rich background, and never had any relationship before, ends up marrying her. Rudra, a man's name that sends a shiver through the whole village. A man that adores his older brother to the core. He agreed to marry Sugandha just for his older brother's wish. But... he wasn't happy with the decision. Will love blossom in their relationship? Why wasn't Rudra happy about the marriage? Will Sugandha move on and give a second chance to her life? Dive into the story to find out ~✨~ - Short chapters - ___________________________________ This story contains abusive language, sexual content, attempted rape, miscarriage, Graphic content, sexual abuse, domastic violance, racism and sexism. Mature audience only! Read at your own risk. Thanks for reading ❤️

Namal by Nemrah Ahmed

[18+] - Just as a warning . This story delves into themes of abuse, assault, and toxic relationships. If these subjects are sensitive for you, please read with caution because this story is definitely on the darker side of dark romance ... He leaned down, his lips capturing hers in a searing kiss that stole her breath away. His hands roamed her body, touching her everywhere, igniting a fire that threatened to consume her. She moaned into his mouth, her fingers tangling in his hair as she pulled him closer. And then, with a sudden, sharp thrust, he entered her. She cried out, her nails digging into his shoulders as pain and pleasure collided in a dizzying rush. He didn't stop, didn't give her time to adjust as he began to move, his hips slamming into hers with a rhythm that left her gasping. "That's it," he growled, his voice rough with need. "Take it, Sarah. Take all of it." Her body responded eagerly, arching against his, her legs wrapping around his hips as he drove into her again and again. The pain faded, replaced by a pleasure so intense it bordered on agony. She could feel his reacting, binding them together, their shared orgasm triggering something deep within her. And then, just as she felt herself teetering on the edge, he groaned, his body stiffening as he spilled himself inside her. The world erupted in a blinding flash of light, and she screamed, her body convulsing as waves of ecstasy crashed over her. And then, as the sensations began to fade, she felt something else. A craving. Deep, insatiable, and dangerous.

𝑪𝒂𝒏 𝒃𝒆 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅 𝒂𝒔 𝒂 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒂𝒍𝒐𝒏𝒆~ { ✨💞 𝒊𝒕'𝒔 𝒂 𝑹𝑶𝑴-𝑪𝑶𝑴 𝒃𝒐𝒐𝒌 💞✨} [ 𝓗𝓮 𝓯𝓮𝓵𝓵 𝓯𝓲𝓻𝓼𝓽 𝓫𝓾𝓽 𝓼𝓱𝓮 𝓯𝓮𝓵𝓵 𝓱𝓪𝓻𝓭𝓮𝓻.] 𝐌𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐤 𝐌𝐚𝐥𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐫𝐚: He is a successful businessman, known for his sharp mind and cunning strategies. To the outside world, he was perceived as a rude and arrogant individual. He wore his power like a badge of honor, often belittling others to make himself feel superior. He is not to mess with personality However, behind the closed doors ,he is a completely different man . Who believe in love and made a mind not to marry untill he find his dream girl who have every quality he wants from girl 𝐍𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐢 𝐌𝐮𝐫𝐭𝐡𝐲: A talented surgeon . Her life revolved around her career, which she excelled at, and her young daughter, Mannat. She had experienced a toxic relationship in her past, which left her with a deep-rooted disbelief in love. She vowed never to let any men or love word interfere with her life again, focusing solely on her work and her daughter's happiness. One is trying to find true love and another vowed to never let love reach her again How they are going to find their way to love What will happen when they cross each other path. Will he able to bloom her life with his love or they will always be a stranger? "To know their beautiful journey read blooming love" 1st rank in Manik 1st rank in royal 1st rank in Blooming love 2nd rank in comedy 2nd rank in comedy-romance 9th rank in comedy-romance

This story is really HOT. Like really really really HOT. It's essentially about a college student learning about her hidden desire to submit to a man, with the help of her roommate & a very hot dominant man. This is a MATURE story & the smut within the story is VERY smutty, so be warned! BUT there's also substance to the story & it's a good read! Enjoy my loves :* EXCERPT - He cupped my breasts, and then he snarled. "Padded bra. As if you needed one." His hands were under my sweatshirt and he hauled the bra up, roughly, and then his hands were on me, feeling, squeezing, his palms grinding against my nipples. Those hands had spanked me and somehow that changed everything. His hands mattered. I arched into them, and then my head went back and he kissed my mouth again, lips and tongue forcing my mouth to give him what he wanted. "Can't think," I said, dazed, against his lips, and he growled at me for speaking. And then one hand dove into my pants, and a finger forced inward. My knees gave out entirely. We sank to the floor and he pinned me down, violently taking my mouth with his tongue and my pussy with his finger, and I learned what happens when you almost come and stop and then are touched again. I was out of control, my legs opened and my hips tilted. His fingers moved to my clit, then back inside me... everything ached and burned and it was all I could do not to beg for more. The late night fantasies were back, but now I was living one, the man who took, demanded, forced a young girl to feel things she didn't know about - my hips tilted up further, he twisted around and sucked a nipple roughly, painfully, and every muscle in me tensed, I couldn't stop, there was only more and faster- I came in that slow, violent way that takes away all control of your limbs and slams you again and again against the floor. My noises were guttural and raw, and when my eyes were closed all I saw was his dark, demanding gaze. --- OKAY NOW GO READ!