"𝐒𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐩, 𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐢𝐩𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐚." Olivia groaned and crossed her arms, standing her ground. "Don't tell me what to do. You're not my dad." Amusement filled Santino's gaze as he stood up, abandoning the papers he desperately needed to read and sign. Yet, all that was forgotten as her bewitching lips protruded. "I might not be your dad but," a midnight lock of hair was pinned behind her ear, "I can be your papi." Shuddering, her body drew closer to him, betraying her mind. "You're sick." Taking the nape of her neck, Santino leaned down, his lips brushing against her ear. "Yet you still dream about my touch, don't you, principessa?" ❦ When Santino Adriano discovers that the Bratva has betrayed their neutrality by secretly working with his family's enemies, he's determined to send a brutal message that cannot be ignored. His target? The Bratva kingpin's sister, Olivia Morozov-a sheltered girl who knows little to nothing about the dark underworld her family controls, having been shielded from the darker truths of her family's empire her entire life. Fresh out of boarding school and blissfully oblivious to the power struggle boiling beneath her feet, Olivia is suddenly whisked away from everything she's ever known and thrust into a world where loyalty is weaponised and power is the ultimate prize. As secrets and long-buried lies unravel around her, she realises she's caught in a game where the unrelenting fight for power holds more value than human lives-including her own. Santino is cold, calculating, and relentless - everything Olivia should fear. Yet, she is intrigued by by his deadly nature. The line between fear and attraction is thin, and like a moth to a flame, she seeks him out, unafraid of the burn it may cause. She's never known anyone like him-an older, dangerous man who makes her question everything she thought she knew about desire. Olivia just didn't expect her captor to be so handsome.

SMUT WARNING!! : This book isn't sweet romance. It's filthy, raw and unapologetically dark. Expect: *Three brothers who don't know the meaning of gentle.* *A heroine who moans even when she swears she won't.* *Fingers, tongues, and cocks where she least expects them.* ~~~♠~~~ "Spread wider, Angel," Zane growled against my ear, his fingers ruthless between my thighs. Ziven's c*ck shoved deep down my throat, hot, thick and massive. "Right there. Open up and take it like the filthy tease you've been." And behind me, Zarek drove into me deeper, pounding and claiming every inch. "Feel that? Dripping wet. Doesn't matter how hard I pound-she'll still take more. She's fucking built for it. Our cocks." I begged desperately- clenching, gushing, and trembling through every thrust and claim. I never thought I'd crave this- three brothers who claimed me, ruined me, and made me beg for more. But I do. God, I do. My name is Zayla Everly Hollis. I died the night I married Lugard Blade. He broke me and killed me. But fate brought me back. Given a second chance, I ran. Straight into the arms of the three most powerful men in Chicago. THE MADDOX BROTHERS. Ziven. Commanding, brilliant, and dangerous with a keyboard. Zarek. Cold, ruthless, and sharp as glass. Zane. Charming, wicked, and heartbreak in human form. They offered me safety. Then they became my obsession. Now they're my only protection from the monster I once called husband. But with three billionaires wanting one broken girl, hearts will shatter. And when the past comes knocking... I'll have to choose between revenge-and the triplets who made me feel alive again.

© His Noor -This work is protected under copyright. Unauthorized reproduction or sale is prohibited. Published again !Under editing! Brightness." That's what her name meant. Kaashvi-a daughter, a sister, a healer. Quiet and reserved, yet fierce when it mattered. She carried her family, her work, and the orphanage close to her heart. Her smile hid secrets, fears, and an unspoken longing for love. She tried to balance it all - her family, her life, her work, and the orphanage she cared for deeply. Her biggest supporter and her healer she completely relies on- her krishna To the world, everything seemed perfect. Her goals were clear: study hard, work honestly, and give her loved ones a beautiful future. But was it really as beautiful as it looked from the outside? And then-she met him. Aviraj Singh. The ruler. To the world, a ruthless tycoon and rising politician. Cold. Dangerous. Untouchable. But behind the walls, a boy who had been taught never to feel. They said he never earned anything; everything was handed to him. Some feared him. Some hated him. But no one truly knew him. He never thought anyone could see past the walls he built - until *she* did. She lived for others. He lived for control. Fate tied them in the most unholy way-at a temple, on a stormy night, in a forced marriage no one saw but them. Now bound together, will love break through their scars? Or will it destroy them both? Was it just a deal to be fulfilled, Leaving them both shattered - Forever? Can they look past the pain in each other's eyes? Can she find the love she's always dreamed of? Can he finally open up to someone - and be seen?

This story is set in late 1980s- early 1990s in rural area. The marriage is formed due to unseen circumstances when the bride's groom didn't arrive and for justice, a man was commanded to marry her. The woman has heard the truth of other marriages but still dreams of a good husband and the man is calm person who is obedient son but nothing really mattered to him. How will their marriage go? This is a prequel to Mera Rangsaaz (Veer's story) and can be read as standalone. Update: Every Tuesday and Friday ☆Warning :This story contains mature themes. It is completely fictional and based upon my imagination. I do not promote anything written inside it, it's just for the sake of entertainment. Readers discretion is advised.

(Warning:- Smut with a plotline) Season 1 in Thakur Series Abhay Thakur was a man known for his power and wealth. Both of them naturally bring together influence. There can be no one who can stand up against him. The only exception is Kunal Shah, the local MLA. Kunal Shah has been infamously Abhay's biggest nemesis. Abhay's attitude makes him angry and he wishes to bring him down. The only problem is Kunal's daughter, Sneha Shah. The Shah Family's rebel child. Dom x Brat WARNING: This story contains explicit sexual content and strong language that may be not be suitable for all readers. Reader discretion is advised. All Rights Reserved

My story has already been deleted twice on Wattpad because it was reported. This is the last time I'm posting it here, and only with a few parts, so that my old readers can find my new profile. ( Don't like to read smut and darkromance book..? Please leave it here and don't report I am requesting you! ) ~~~~~ Eman Khan, is a 17years old girl. A very beautiful, innocent and pure hearted. Who has a very grown up curvy body. Instead of this she is the girl who wants to be imprisoned in the walls of house. Love's her Family most. ~~~~~ Sikander Ashraf khan, is a 30 year's old very famous business tycoon and a very cruel Mafia leader, to whome the only person and things matters is his Family. But what will happen after four years when he will CAGED in the obsession and love with his fiance's little 17 year old of sister and his cousin sister..? ~~~~~ Disclaimer: ✿ Age-gap ✿ 18+ Audition Only ✿ highly mature content ✿ mature language and High smut ✿ If you are not comfortable in smut, mature scenes or dark romance then please leave it here, but don't report it. It's an request. This story doesn't mean to harm any caste, religion, or community, the sole purpose of writing this is for entertainment... it's a fiction story which has a plot that doesn't even exist in the real world.

She was a village girl with bruises on her skin and faith in her heart. He was the feared Sarpanch of Devgarh-powerful, controlled, and unforgiving. When Aaradhya is caught in a trafficking ring run by one of the most influential men in the region, Raajvardhan Rathore steps in-not as a savior, but as the law. What begins as a rescue turns into a battle against corruption, buried secrets, and a murder that was disguised as an accident. Set in rural India in the 1980s, this story explores power, trauma, devotion, and a dangerous attraction that grows only when choice replaces fear. This is not a soft love story. It is intense, raw, and unapologetically adult. Read at your own risk. ~~~ 𝐀𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐝𝐡𝐲𝐚 𝐒𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐚 (𝟐𝟓) A gentle, bruised soul with a lotus-heart-raised in fear, sold by her own father, and unknowingly destined to be the fire that melts a king. 𝐑𝐚𝐚𝐣𝐯𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐒𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐡 𝐑𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐞 (𝟑𝟎) The ruthless Sarpanch of Devgarh-dominant, feared, and dangerously possessive. A man carved from silence, devotion, and buried grief. ~~~ 𝐓𝐑𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐒: Dark Romance Set in the 1980s Age Gap (25 × 30) Dominant × Submissive Forced Proximity Rural Royalty Devotee Hero × Devotee Heroine (Strong devotion towards Hindu deities) Slow Burn

🥀 Abhiraj Singh Rajvansh - At 28, a king feared by nations. Ruthless. Merciless. Dangerous. A monarch whose reign is remembered as the bloodiest era of the modern world. 🥀 Abhishree Abhiraj Singh Rajvansh - A delicate 20-year-old princess turned queen. Soft. Innocent. Naive. A girl born with a silver spoon... now stepping into a throne carved with blood. She left behind the comfort of her parents' palace only to enter a kingdom filled with dark secrets, buried betrayals, royal politics and revenge wrapped in silence. But being a queen means more than wearing a crown- It means diving into the depths of his world... and into him. A love story drenched in royalty, danger and the intoxicating pull of a king who never learned how to love gently. Welcome to The Queen of Rajvansh - where the innocent bride falls hopelessly, helplessly, gloriously in love with the man she was arranged to marry... the man who chose her first. ~ | 👑 | ~ ✨ TROPES ☆ Grumpy × Sunshine ☆ Arranged Marriage (Arranged by HIM) ☆ Royal Romance ☆ No Cheating / No Third-Party Drama ☆ Family Drama ☆ Loyal & Virgin Leads ☆ Age Gap ☆ Morally Grey MMC ☆ Bold FMC ☆ Love at First Sight ☆ Royal × Commoner ~ | 👑 | ~ ✨ TEASER "Jab ishq ka laal rang rooh par chadh jaaye toh jism ke rang jaane par shikwe nahi jataye jaate..." he whispered, his hands cupping her cheeks as he pressed a soft kiss to her forehead. A trembling smile touched her lips, her eyes glistening. "Badi der laga di aapne aane mein... kitna intezaar kiya humne aapka." ~ | 👑 | ~ ✨ EXPECT A marriage arranged by him. A queen chosen, claimed, and cherished. Political games, palace conspiracy, and a blood-soaked throne that hides a darker truth. ~ | 👑 | ~

(Needs Editing) "Thakur Sahab..." she moaned, her voice barely above a whisper, breathless, unsteady. And next, without letting her know her fingers made it's way to his hair, clutching it got life, for newly known pleasure! The way she said his name-so delicate, yet laced with something she herself didn't understand-sent a jolt of satisfaction through Randheer. His smirk deepened against her skin. He soothed the bite with a slow, deliberate kiss, his warm lips brushing over the mark he had left behind. He wanted her to remember this moment, to feel his presence long after he was gone. "Shh, Jaan.." he murmured, his voice husky, intoxicating. "You'll wake the whole house..your brothers will know, that you are having haldi ceremony with me..in this way" And the irony..She fell for the very man her brothers despised to the core.. ⚠️ Mature content ahead! Proceed with caution. What happens when a sweet, bubbly girl falls for a ruthless man? Dive into the story where her Thakur Sahab is her devotion, and she is his obsession. ✔️ Forced Marriage ✔️ Sweet yet Intense Romance ✔️ Age Gap Love Story ✔️ A Strong Female Lead ✔️ She Fell First, He Fell Harder

An arrenge marriage tale dating back to 1970s.... A business man and a middle class girl are tied in a bond of marriage, where they accept each other whole heartedly.... One has high temper while the other is soft hearted. Many unexpected things they have to tackle in their journey. Sometime they may face it together , in somecase they may distance themselves. How will they begin their story with eachother? Facing all ups and downs together how will they stand beside eachother ?.... Let's dive in their story....!!! Another reminder Not every 70s story has the daughter-in-law work like a maid or listen to taunt. | I don't own any of the picture I have used in this story, the credits goes to the original owner |