Warning: 18+, strong mature, and sexual content. Sneak peek: "I don't believe in God, Hailey," he murmured, as his firm hands settled on my hips and lifted me from his lap, placing me onto his desk, "But... if I did, I would have thanked him for making you." A soft gasp escaped my lips as his hands slid under my college skirt, his fingers brushing on my pussy over my panties. "Damien, you are my brother..." I managed to whisper amid overwhelming desires. This felt so wrong. He emitted a husky chuckle, leaning closer to my ear, his lips brushing against my earlobe. "Correction-Stepbrother." "But-" Before I could utter a word, his hand swiftly slipped down inside my panties, his fingers landing on my bare, wet heat and just when a moan could escape my lips, his mouth forcefully met mine swallowing the scream of pain as well pleasure when two of his fingers thrust into my pussy just like I'd felt them in my dreams... *** When I was dragged across the country to Los Angeles to live with my mom's new husband and his son, the last thing I expected was for my new brother to be off-limits. Least of all, I never imagined I'd find myself tempted by the forbidden. Damien Black: sinfully attractive, irrefutably irresistible, and seemingly devoid of warmth. Emotions meant nothing to him; girls were mere toys for him to have in bed. And there came my biggest mistake-believing I could be more than just a toy for him...maybe more than just another conquest in his collection. I was his dirty little secret, one that he wouldn't let go of, accept, shatter entirely, or mend. I was his toy; Well....his favorite one.

Rutvi, a 18 year-old city girl-charming, carefree, and adorably clumsy-visits her ancestral village with her family. Everything there feels like stepping into another era... slower, raw, and strangely beautiful. And for the first time, she feels free. Running through fields, laughing with her cousins, living without rules... She starts falling in love with a life she never knew. But someone else notices her. Ishvik Pratap Singh. Quiet. Intense. Watching. Not just looking... observing. Studying. Claiming-without saying a word. One afternoon, while Rutvi is playing outside, Ishvik arrives at her house with his father and brother. A formal proposal. But not the kind that asks. His father places the demand bluntly- "We want your daughter's hand." Rutvi's father refuses immediately. "She's too young. This won't happen." Voices rise. The air turns heavy. But Ishvik's father doesn't back down. "Shaadi toh hogi... chahe aaj ho ya kal" And then- Rutvi walks in. Carefree, unaware... still smiling from moments ago. But the second Ishvik sees her properly... everything stills. His gaze doesn't move. Not curiosity. Not admiration. Something deeper. Something dangerous. Like he's already decided- she's his Without a word, he stands up... walks straight to her. The room falls silent. He takes out a chocolate, places it in her hand, and says softly- "Bahut jaldi milenge." (Not a hope... a promise.) Then he turns, walks out, and sits in the Thar with his family... Leaving behind silence... and something far more unsettling than rejection.

A young girl from a village came to the city to fulfill her dreams. But she caught the eye of a devil named , Virat Shah. Can she escape his clutches? Can she escape his Ruinous obsession? Arohi's pov I just hate him. Why did he destroy my life? But I have to do it for the sake of my only family, my Yuvaan. I am ready to give even my life for him. This small sacrifice is nothing for him. His's pov How dare she? She fucking slapped me. She will regret it. Noone gets to slap me and get away with it. Girls line up on my way but I don't even glance at them. Moreover she rejected me. She hurt my pride. I will get my revenge. I will tie her in my bed and fuck her so hard that she won't be able to get up from the bed. ...... "Okay. Beg me. Sir on your knees and beg me. Beg me for help. Beg me for your brother's life. Beg me to spend a night with you." I want to see how much she can break. "Sir , Please... Save my brother's life. Please give me money. Please spend a.... night with me." She sat on her knees and joined her hands. "Now, where is your self respect? That day , you were preaching to me that you won't trade your self respect for anything. And now , you are here begging me on your knees for money." I said reminding her words. ..... "Please leave him." "When I told you that you are mine, why did you let him touch you?" He asked grabbing her hair. "I am sorry. Please leave him.You can punish me but let him go." I pleaded with tears. "If you want me to let him go, then strip." I knew his anger. I had to do this for his safety. But how could I strip in front of his men? I slipped my dupatta (scarf) from my shoulder. I unzipped my dress and drag the sleeve from my shoulder. ..... "The contract is about to end. You told me you will let me go after a year. Just a few weeks are remaining than I will be free from your clutches." "It's not possible to escape me ,my jaan (my life). This angel will never escape this devil. " he smirked. .....

He doesn't believe in God. She doesn't believe in love. But fate didn't ask for their permission. Ruthless. Feared. Obsessively in control-Rudra Singh Rathora never planned to marry. But when duty calls, he makes the ultimate sacrifice: a marriage of convenience to the innocent sister of his most loyal man. Dhanvi was never supposed to end up in a royal palace-let alone as the bride of a man who stares at her like she's prey and speaks like he's carved from stone. Cold. Distant. Dangerous. But something dark is stirring beneath the marble floors and ancestral curses. A forgotten palace. A whispered prophecy. And a voice that calls her from the shadows: "My Rani sa... my darkest desires await your return." As Dhanvi is pulled deeper into a world of rituals, secrets, and power-Rudra finds himself spiraling. Because the one thing he swore he'd never need is the only thing he can't let go of. In a kingdom where love is a weakness and loyalty is a weapon... Can a girl with trembling hands tame a man with fire in his veins? #DarkRoyalRomance #ArrangedMarriage #IndianRomance #PossessiveHero #WattpadReads #RudraAndDhanvi #CursedPalace #EnemiesToObsession #ForbiddenDesire #WattpadIndia

What will happen when he forcefully married her? Not knowing that she is his best friend's sister. ------------------------------------------------------------------------ She is the centre of everyone's world, especially his but what will happen when she gets to know about his real world. Will she accept him or not 🚫? © Love_writes13

❝She was just a game to him...until he lost her forever ❞

He came back to me ruined. But not by heartbreak... by love. When my childhood best friend Luca showed up at my door after disappearing for years, I thought he needed a place to stay. A friend to lean on. A soft bed and a warmer home. But he insisted on sleeping close. First on the floor. Then beside my bed. Then with his hand wrapped in mine like he'd die if he let go. And I let him. God, I let him. Until the night I pulled away-and something in him cracked open. He overheard my parents arranging a date for me. And the boy I knew became the man he always hid underneath: Cold. Jealous. Devoted. Unhinged. He looked at me like I was the only thing he ever wanted. "Aria, you're not going anywhere. You're the only girl I've ever loved. I came back for you. I already told our parents. Now I just need to make sure you stay mine." I thought he needed saving. Turns out he came back to claim me. And I don't know which part scares me more-the way he loves me... ...or the way I'm starting to love him back.

I limped towards the kitchen after sending him an email, that I'm on leave today. I couldn't even able to walk properly as I was feeling sore down there, just thinking about what happened yesterday was enough to make me trembling down with fear. He was rough, way too rough. He didn't even mind that I was on my 5th day of my menstrual period. For him it's all about him and his needs. He will never change. My lips wobbled as I cleared my tears as it started to flow down. Entering the kitchen, I took the glass of water gulping it down furiously to calm my racing heartbeat. I took another and another as my throat was itching and hurting with all that screaming. I gasped while keeping the glass in the sink. I won't be going to office today not after his brutality. I don't have enough strength to face him. I just can't... He's an animal and I don't think I can even stay in the same room as him even though he had done this so many times, yesterday he went too far. He crossed his limits and I don't want to see his face. I just hate him so much. As I stood holding the sink, a thought crossed my mind, why life is so cruel to me? What did I do to receive these? Why did I ended up with him? I just want to live normally. I sighed brushing my open hair, thinking about my miserable life. I shook my head, tying my hair in a bun. I turned around to leave the kitchen only to get startled by him. Him? My eyes widened at the realisation as gasped left my mouth in horror at the sight of him. What? He's here. It means... he never left. And the worst part is he's also looking at me with that look on his face. Lust filled eyes. Will he ever leave me alone? ------------------------- ⚠️WARNING: IT CONTAINS ABUSIVE DARK ROMANCE AND FORCED MATURED CONTENT. -------------------------- Highest Rankings:- #1 Random - 26/10/2023 #1 Story - 4/09/2025 #2 Zaddy- 5/01/2024 #2 Badboy - 26/02/2024 #4 Indian - 26/02/2024 #5 Obsessed - 16/02/2024 DO NOT COPY MY WORK PLEASE

"I..I just came to get my phone" I fumbled with my words, my voice small and uncertain in the face of his towering presence. I fidgeted with the hem of my shirt, feeling like a child about to be scolded. He raised one eyebrow "Your phone?" "Yes my phone" He crossed his arms over his chest, his eyes narrowing slightly. "And why do you think that I will give your phone back to you" he asked, his tone still sharp. "Because that phone belongs to me. Her owner and that's me" I said lifting my head up to see him. He looked down at me, his eyes locking with mine. And then I noticed something which I shouldn't-the bump on his head which was because of me. But it doesn't suit him because his face is so long and a small bump doesn't suit him but it looks funny and I couldn't control my laugh so I laughed. Hehehehee! He noticed my chuckle and his eyes flashed with anger. "Bahut hassi aa rhi hai na" he snapped, his jaw clenching as he took a step towards me. And me? Well I like to dig my own grave. Yaa I'm still laughing like heheheh taking a step back. He stepped even closer, towering over me, forcing me to tilt my head back to look up at him. His presence was imposing, and his eyes held no trace of humour or warmth. "You think it's funny?" he growled, his voice low and dangerous, making me stop mid-laugh. I swallowed thickly, suddenly realising the gravity of the situation. His expression was stern, his eyes boring into mine with a mixture of anger and intensity. "N..no," I muttered, taking another step back. My back hit railing behind me trapping me in. He took another step closer, closing the distance between us. I was effectively trapped between the railing and him, with no escape route. My heart pounded in my chest, a mixture of fear and anticipation coursing through me. ｡.｡:∞♡*♥ Troupes- - she fell first, he fell harder -onesided love -enemies to lovers -mother's best friend son -slow burn romance

Samrat had Vaidehi pinned between himself and the wall. There was no softness in his grip-only a dangerous kind of intensity that felt more like possession than love. He kept kissing her again and again, as if he had completely lost control over himself.