They say Spain is the most beautiful country in Europe. Tourists see golden beaches, vibrant festivals, and cities bathed in sunlight. They never see the darkness hiding beneath it all. They never see the empire that controls the shadows behind the government, the law, and every powerful institution in the country. The Morozov. For decades, the Morozov family has ruled Spain from the shadows, feared by politicians, judges, and criminals alike. At the center of that empire stands Dahlia Katya Morozov......the only daughter of Dimitri Morozov, the most feared man in Spain. Dahlia is no princess waiting to be rescued. She is a weapon. Raised to command, trained to kill, and involved in every dirty corner of the Morozov empire, she is as ruthless as the men who fear her name. Cold. Untouchable. Unbreakable. Until one night. A celebration in the Morozov mansion brings together the most powerful figures of the underworld. Dahlia stands at the center of it all, queen of her empire, believing no one could ever challenge her. Then he walks in. Zayden Mateo Castillo. A man feared across continents. A legend. A nightmare in human form. He has power, wealth, and an empire built on blood. There is nothing left for him to conquer. Until he sees her. One look is all it takes. For the first time in his life, Zayden becomes obsessed. He wants her. Not for a night. Not for a season. Forever. And he will do anything in his power to make her his. But Dahlia refuses to bow. She meets his obsession with defiance, his power with resistance, and his darkness with ice-cold determination. As desire turns into obsession and obsession threatens to become war, two of the most powerful empires in the underworld collide. The question is no longer whether Zayden wants Dahlia. The question is how far he is willing to go to make her his. And whether Dahlia Morozov will bring the most dangerous man alive to his knees or destroy them both. "If you guys want detailed description, then swipe next"

I am no longer the kind of beauty one chooses. Not the girl with long, flowing hair. Not the one with polished nails and a smile that could light up rooms. Not the one with perfectly matched shoes, dresses, and the effortless grace of someone untouched by life's cruelty. She is gone. What stands before you now is not elegance. It is ruin. My hair falls in tangled shadows over my face. My hands are bare, trembling where once they wore polish. My smile has fled, leaving only the echo of fear and despair. I am no fairytale. I am the aftermath. And if you are still staring... Ask yourself carefully: Do you seek beauty... Or do you dare to face the truth beneath it? Trigger Warning!!!!! This story delves into dark love, obsession, trauma, and violence. It is intended for mature readers. If you are underage or sensitive to these themes, please swipe past. 🥇 top on #abusivecontent 🥇 top on #darklove

An incredibly shy librarian who finds it almost impossible to talk with people unless it's about books. A dominant who comes into the library is captivated by the shy woman behind the circulation desk. The minute she says Yes, Sir to him, he knows she's his. He just needs to convince her of that.

𝐀𝐑𝐙𝐀𝐀𝐍 𝐌𝐈𝐑𝐙𝐀 A man built in shadows - ruthless, dominant, and terrifyingly calm. His past is stained with something dark... something that shaped him into a person no one truly knows what he is capable of in silence. 𝐀𝐑𝐌𝐄𝐄𝐑𝐀 𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐈𝐊 Soft, quiet, and born in a world far gentler than the one she's about to enter. Innocence clings to her like a second skin, yet life is preparing her for a darkness she never imagined. She doesn't know it yet - but her fate is going to test everything she believes in. ❓𝐒𝐔𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐍𝐒𝐄 Two opposites. Two worlds. Two pasts neither can escape. When their paths collide... something dangerous awakens. 𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐭 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧... 𝐨𝐫 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐲? ⚠️ 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄 This isn't a cute romance - it's a dark, intense, revenge-driven mafia story filled with secrets, power, and mystery. [𝙃𝙪𝙢𝙞𝙮𝙖_𝙬𝙧𝙞𝙩𝙚𝙯]

I love you Rom, I love so much, you have become a part of me, without you I'm nothing.... nor I can think myself without you" I said so slowly but his smirk grew more, he stepped towards me, standing just right infront of me, I had to look up in his eyes, my heart was pounding He put his right hand on my left cheek.. cupping my half face and his other hand was on his pocket.. I melt on his touch closing my eyes.. he is what I need after coming back from that clinic.. he is my solace, he's the one who can keep me sane, keep me alive, my left hand automatically clutch his wrist which was on my face but his next words made me open my eyes as I frown "Wish I could say the same, love" He removed his hand and step back, putting it on his other pocket as he stood in his pride "What are you saying, Rom?" I couldn't breathe, my heart feels very heavy He chuckled and said "You think I love you? No, darling.. how can you think that"

I never believed in marriage. Not after growing up watching it tear my family apart. Wanting someone was easy. Loving someone was dangerous. But promising forever? That felt impossible. And then came Dean Ashford. He never asked for much; just me, just us, just a future he swore he'd protect with everything he had. And when he asked for that future-when he held out a ring with hands that were shaking-I did the one thing I never wanted to do. I walked away. He broke. I broke. And the next morning, when I finally found the courage to choose him-really choose him-I had no idea he'd spent the night destroying everything we ever were. I had no idea what I was walking into. I had no idea what he'd done. I thought the worst thing I'd ever feel was the fear of losing him. I was wrong. Because nothing prepares you for the moment the person you love looks at you with eyes full of secrets... Nothing prepares you for the truth that the one night you walked away was the one night he didn't. And now I have to decide if the love I built my world around can survive the one mistake that broke both of us.

Everyone's story begins with love and mine begins with pain. An excruciating pain. While kids of my age study and have fun in college, I am forced to sleep with someone, that too for money. I am only twenty one year old girl whose fate gives every day a new opportunity to humiliate her. People just look at me with dirty and pitying eyes. Will happiness ever come for me? Will I also be able to live my life freely?. NO..NEVER..