𝟏𝟖+ 𝐀 𝐁𝐔𝐍𝐂𝐇 𝐎𝐅 18+ 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐈 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐊𝐈𝐌 𝐓𝐀𝐄𝐇𝐘𝐔𝐍𝐆, 𝐘/𝐍 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐉𝐄𝐎𝐍 𝐉𝐔𝐍𝐆𝐊𝐎𝐎𝐊... IT HAS NOTHING TO DO WITH THE REALITY ITS A COMPLETE IMAGINATION..... PLEASE DONT REPORT. MATURE BOOK OBSESSION FORCED SCENES PSYCHO SEXUAL ABUSE FORCED SEX....

.｡⁠*⁠♡ "𝑨𝒘𝒘𝒘 𝒂𝒍𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒚 𝒕𝒊𝒓𝒆𝒅, 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒈𝒂𝒎𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒎𝒚 𝑷𝒐𝒔𝒔𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒐𝒏, 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒃𝒆𝒈𝒂𝒏, 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆." .｡⁠*⁠♡ You woke up with a jerk. You sat up on the bed, breathing like crazy, sweat breads were falling down from your head. You were totally petrified. Immediately all the events that happened yesterday night came into your head flashing. So, it wasn't a nightmare?? You stood up from the bed and ran towards the door. You started banging on it. "Open the door. Fu*king open it ba*tard. I'll k!ll you. H-How dare you hurt my J-Jimin." You were banging on the door like a madwoman, whereas tears kept streaming down your eyes. You were desperate to know whether Jimin, Namjoon and Taehyung are okay or not. You were praying internally that they all were fine, safe and sound. "Fu*king open the door." Now you were being too impatient. You fell on the ground crying. You ruffled your hairs being frustrated. On the other hand Jungkook stood out of the door, keeping his hands inside his pocket. --------------------- Its a Dark Romance Novel..🔞 Warning- Harassment, killing, abuse, torture, rape,etc. You've been already warned. Read it on your own risk.. Note-No one is allowed to report, copy, translate or hate on my story. ❌ No one is allowed to report my story. If you don't like it then just fuck off. No one's forcing you to read it. It's my hard work and I'd love you'all to support me not to give me negative vibes. ❌ 𝑰𝒕𝒔 𝑱𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒂 𝒇𝒊𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒂𝒍 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒚 𝒔𝒐, 𝒑𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒆 𝒅𝒐 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒕𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒊𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕.

He wanted her scared. He wanted her desperate. He wanted her begging. Her on the floor, knees spread, dress pushed up, legs trembling while he loomed over her. Tears in her eyes as she whimpered his name. His hand tangled in her hair, forcing her to stay still while he... Those delicate legs? Made to be opened by him. His hands. His mouth. His torment. His bliss. He'd keep her in silk gowns and lock every door. He'd feed her, bathe her, cradle her... And then bend her over and breed her again.-her beneath him, crying out his name as he forced her open, spilling himself so deep inside her that her body would never forget. Watching his seed drip from her thighs only for him to push it back in, growling that it belonged to him. He imagined her swollen with his child, belly soft and round, marked by his hands, his teeth, his scent. Everyone would know and see it. She is his muse, his heaven and he is her cage. :::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::: Primrose was meant to bloom. Instead, she was plucked-young, unripe, and fed to a world that devours girls whole. In a time where men held every law, every title, and every key, sixteen-year-old Primrose Everdell becomes the price of her father's illness. A devoted servant to the powerful family, he is now bedridden, helpless. And when the patriarch offers a "solution"-marriage to their eldest son-Primrose is given no voice. Only silence. Only duty. Her girlhood ends in the bedchambers of Styles Manor, where screams echo down stone halls and no one dares interfere. Her days blur into the quiet horror of submission. Her nights into the claws of a husband she cannot understand - and who does not understand her. . Perhaps she was never meant to be understood, only possessed. Why her? Why must she suffer for the sins of power? Trapped in a world where innocence is currency and silence is survival, Primrose must find meaning in a life written for her by others - or risk losing herself entirely.

The National Defence Academy wasn't made for girls like her. It was built of granite and bloodlines, shaped by discipline, rank, and inherited pride. Its walls echoed with the footfalls of sons from powerful families, names passed down like medals-Ranas, Rathores, Malhotras. Not Verma. Not her. She earned her place. Through grit. Pain. And top scores. But no one cared about merit inside those gates. Not when he set his eyes on her. --- He noticed her on the third day. Pale skin flushed from the heat. Uniform a bit too loose. Marching a beat too slow. Weak by academy standards. Interesting by his. Major General Veer Pratap Singh did not entertain weakness. He hunted it. Broke it. Reshaped it. And when he looked at her-barely nineteen, lost among cadets bred for this world-he didn't see a mistake. He saw a challenge. > "Bring her to me." That was the first command. The beginning of a quiet, brutal undoing. --- She didn't understand, at first, why the air in the mess hall froze when he entered. Why the most feared, decorated officer in the country stared at her like she'd done something wrong just by existing. Why whispers followed her down every corridor: > *"She's the one he picked."* > *"The General's little cadet."* --- He never raised his voice. He didn't need to. His silence carried the weight of war. And before she could resist, before she could run-he was already under her skin. Controlling her sleep. Her schedule. Her meals. Her mind. And eventually-her heart. But that was the most dangerous part. Because love was never part of his war strategy. Only submission. --- > *This wasn't a story of romance.* > *It was a slow invasion. A quiet claiming.* > *And by the time she realized what he was doing... it was far too late to retreat.* ---

"Meera... Meera... do you know how much days I have waited for you? How many nights I've desired to be near you, coddle you with my care, pamper you with my kisses and drench you with my love, to proudly announce to the world that you're my wife. The day is not even a month away. But now you've decided to back away..... no..no... you can't and YOU WILL NOT" It all started with a mere glance which gave me mystical butterflies. Things slowly took a turn, I yearned more. The need to hear her velvety voice, to hold her hands, embrace her, admire her, kiss her soul increased gradually. . . . Embark on the journey of Arjun Niro Joel and Meera Rajan filled with love, intimacy, hatred and despair. Is it destiny that's trying to pair them together or a sinful mind waiting to play with their lives? *Cover from pinterest*

I wanted nothing but to run, to run away from him to my home, but he wouldn't let me go. He told me I was his captive, only his. No, that wasn't love; that was obsession mixed with nothing but hatred. He kept scraping my wounds, which I couldn't heal, making it more painful to bear. I wanted to hide myself , away from him, away from my bully. THE STARTING CAN BE A LITTLE CHEESY BUT TRUST ME JUST KEEP GOING AND EVERY SECOND WILL WORTH..... Content Warning: This story contains dark themes, including: Bullying Violence and blood Torture Abusive characters Reader discretion is advised, as these elements may be distressing to some. THE STORY STARTS FROM HERE, DONT FORGET TO VOTE , ALSO GIVE ME YOUR REVIEW ABOUT THE STORY THROUGH COMMENT Section AND FOLLOW FOR MORE UPDATES... ⚠️ Dark romance Hate to love and love to obsessed Murder Forced relationship

Tara Sharma - an 18-year-old girl, as radiant as a blooming rose, her innocence as pure as a dove. With a heart of gold, she finds joy in helping others, seeing kindness not as a virtue but as a way of life. Her brown eyes shimmer with dreams too big for the small town she comes from, and with nothing but hope in her heart, she steps into the vibrant chaos of Delhi, ready to carve a future of her own. But the city is not always kind to dreamers, and Tara is yet to learn that not all paths are lined with roses. Vikrant Singh Rathore - handsome, sharp, and dangerously arrogant. The only son of a powerful businessman, the only heir to an empire of wealth and influence, he has grown up in a world where no wish was ever denied. Indulged and untamed, his stubbornness is as fierce as his charm. The world has always bent to his will, feeding his every whim and shielding him from failure.. He neither believes in destiny nor bows to emotions-until he meets her. Two souls, as different as day and night. One, a dreamer with stars in her eyes. The other, a man who has never learned to look beyond himself. What happens when their worlds collide? Will Tara's innocence soften Vikrant's arrogance, or will he shatter her dreams before she even learns to fly? Delhi holds their fate in its hands, and in this city of millions, a story of love, war, and destiny is about to unfold.

Arav×Isha 💀 He saw me on the metro. Just once. That was all it took. I didn't even notice him. But he remembered everything . Two weeks later, I woke up in a bridal saree, sindoor in my hair, and a mangalsutra around my neck. No pheras. No promises. Just a forced marriage... and a door that wouldn't open. "You're mine now," he whispered. "Even if you hate me for it." I tried to run. More than once. But he always found me. And every time I left, something inside me shattered louder than the door I slammed. I told myself I didn't love him. I swore I hated him. But then... Why does it ache more to leave him... than to stay with my captor? ------------- Honestly, this is my first story. Good or bad, both responses are highly appreciated. 🏆1 in #captive (30/06/2025) 🏆 1 in #touchherandyoudie (28/7/2025) 🏆 2 in #dominace

Tara and Ibrahim story. What happens when love turned into Obsession? This is not an obsession to ruin her, This obsession is far beyond his own existence. This went to the point where he found him ruining himself in her love, where he can go to any extent to claim her, to keep her with him, even if it takes to slaughter every single thing that tried to invade between his intense craving.

Ira Verma never imagined her new job would land her inside the cold, echoing walls of the Rathore estate-a mansion guarded by silence, secrets, and the brooding presence of the man she's been hired to care for. Devraj Singh Rathore, heir to one of the most powerful families in India, is feared by many and understood by none. Bound to a wheelchair after a brutal attack, he shows no emotion, no warmth... and certainly no interest in the woman tending to him. At least, that's what Ira believes. What she doesn't know is that behind his still gaze lies a storm-dark, obsessive, and dangerously fixated on her. He watches when she's not looking, collects pieces of her she never gave, and burns with jealousy every time his younger brother dares to flirt with her. But Ira has a life outside this mansion. A fiancé her family chose. A future she thought she wanted. Devraj is done pretending. And when obsession begins to crack through restraint, Ira must face a chilling truth: You can only run so far... when the one who craves you is already inside your world.