Willow has always known about this world, but she never expected to want the thing she suppressed for a while. Craving it or wanting it without even realizing. Being a little. When she meets Kian, who sees through every one of her walls, Willow finds herself drawn to a relationship she doesn't fully understand. She wants the care. The affection. The trust. But after being judged for the things she desires, Willow starts to question whether that side of her is something she should hide. Kian doesn't want to change her. He just wants her to stop hiding.

"I-im sorry please don't hurt me" I whimper as he steps towards me with slow steps. "You fucking ran, what did I say would happen if you did?" He seethes. I dont answer staring at him in fear. ♡~♡~♡~♡~♡~♡~♡ "𝐀𝐧 𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐨𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥, 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐚 𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐞, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚 𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐩𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐥𝐞𝐟𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞." ♡~♡~♡~♡~♡~♡~♡~♡ ⋆. 𐙚˚࿔ Broken Winter 𝜗𝜚˚⋆ "P-please don't," I sob. Zayden stood behind me, one hand gripping my shoulder to keep me in the chair, the other holding a sharp pair of scissors. "It's just a haircut, darling," he said with a dark smile. "P-please. You know how much I love my hair," I begged. He lowered his head until his lips were close to my ear, his voice dropping to a murmur. "And that's exactly why I'm going to cut it," he whispered with a smirk. ♡~♡~♡~♡~♡~♡~♡~♡~♡ Winter is an innocent girl, sheltered by her father most of the time she barely interact with the outside world. It all ends when a man enters her life kidnaps her and decides shes his victim for his revenge. Will Winter escape him? ♡♡♡ Zayden wants vengeance for his sister. Instead of taking revenge from Winters father he takes her. Why? Because she simply took his interest at first sight. Will zayden be satisfied once his revenge is complete?

"P-please I want it." I sob clutching his hand. He took Cuddles away. "When you learn to behave & be a good girl, you can have him, малышка." He smirks. ♡~♡~♡~♡~♡ "𝐀𝐧 𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐨𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥 𝐜𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐚 𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐫𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚 𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐟𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝." ♡~♡~♡~♡~♡ ⋆. 𐙚˚࿔ Caged Flower 𝜗𝜚˚⋆ "How many times do I have to repeat myself, малышка?" he says coldly. My eyes begin to water. I shouldn't have asked him to leave. I should've stayed quiet. Now I've made him angry, & I don't like when he's angry. "You aren't allowed to leave this fucking room. Or open the curtains." Aleksi only says mean words when he's angry, & it makes my eyes all glossy. My lips tremble, & I taste the salty tears on my lips before I even realise I'm crying. "I don't want to hear you ask that question again, малышка," he says angrily, glaring at me. I shrink back, wishing I'd been a good girl & kept my mouth shut. ♡~♡~♡~♡~♡ Ember has been isolated in one room almost her entire life. She hasnt once stepped outside into the real world. Aleksi is her only company she gets & the only person to lean on. But what if Ember finally escaped his clutches? ♡♡♡ Aleksi found Ember when she was a baby & decided to take her. He raised her caged & never let her step out. & somehow that also developed Embers Age regression. As she grows older aleksis obsession only grows. Will he continue to keep Ember for himself? ♡♡♡ Tristans life revolved around the mafia. He has no family, no friends & he didnt need anyone. Until he ambushes his enemies mansion & finds a trembling girl & that's the beggining of his story. & the start of his own obsession. Will Tristan save Ember from being Caged?

Bane Lawson : A fiercely independent and legendary mercenary in a fractured magical world. Standing nearly seven feet tall, heavily scarred, and covered from head to toe in intricate tattoos, he is a man of few words who actively avoids the company of others. Beneath his rough, imposing exterior lies a brilliant talent for crafting weapons and building, along with a hidden, unwavering instinct to protect what is his. Dawn Celestia : A lost angel on the run, completely unaware of the true depth of her dormant healing powers. Small, innocent, and sheltered, she has spent her entire life fleeing in terror. With striking blue eyes, fair skin, and beautiful white wings. Her lonely past has left her craving safety, warmth, and someone she can truly depend on Fallen into Fate Ever since the powerful angel race was defeated by rebel creatures and forces determined to overthrow the balance of good and evil, heaven has been in ruins, leaving the surviving angels scattered and hunted. In this broken world, survival means trusting no one. For Bane, a wealthy and ruthless tracker, life is simple: take the contract, collect the bounty, and stay isolated in his remote forest cottage. But his quiet existence is shattered the night a terrified, wing-bound girl bangs on his door, fleeing dangerous forces. After protecting her from the immediate threat, an unexplainable pull forces his deep protectiveness to the surface. Though he is big, rough, and entirely unused to gentleness, he finds himself lowering his guard to heal her wounded wings and offer her shelter. For the first time in her life, Dawn feels entirely safe, quickly growing attached to her giant protector. But staying hidden in a world this dangerous is no easy task. When he discovers the agonizing truth of what she endured before finding him, his protective instincts turn into an unforgiving fury. To keep his angel safe, this solitary hunter will have to face down an empire-even if it means burning down everything in

I crouched down, searching for my walking stick as the crowd around me erupted in chaos. My heart raced, fearing if I would get hurt in a place I was never supposed to come. All of a sudden everything stopped, the air around me stilled as the aftertaste of the gun shot lingered behind. My heart dropped, a tear slipping from my eyes as I wondered who would get shot next. But that shot never came. Rather a hand forwarded me my walking stick as I grasped it like it was my lifeline. And ironically it was. "W-who are you?" I asked as I caught my breath, my eyes darting to find a presence near me. No reply came but what I felt sent shivers down my spine. The man in front of me was no ordinary person, his eyes heavy as I felt their pressure on me. Dominating and ever consuming as they demanded my attention. Then all of a sudden a gloved hands shot up near my face wiping my lone tear, my hands almost reaching to touch his expensive leather gloves. But before I could, everything stopped. His unknown presence left as the room around me found its light back. And I was left with a feeling of dread that I would get my answer very soon. ✰⋆｡:ﾟ･*☽ [18+] A stand alone sequel to Forced, By You.

"Y-You smoke too m-much," Arabella pouted, but she's already sliding the cigarette from his fingers gentle as anything, stubbing it out in the soil of the tiny damn succulent, she'd placed on his desk like a fucking ashtray with leaves-the same one he somehow hasn't killed yet. Lucien stared at her. His green eyes catching the adorable smile already brightening her face again. No one touched his things. No one. Yet she's touching his hand now her thumb brushing his knuckles where the skin's gone slightly rough, and his chest did whatever the fucking fluttery thing it always did when she looked at him like that. "And you" he started voice wrecked already. Fucking pathetic. "You talk too much." But he didn't even mean it. Honestly, he could drown in the beautiful, soft sound pouring from those rosy lips. Those rosy lips that seemed to babble about anything and everything. Those very lips he so desperately craved on his. Fuck. 𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ🐿️་༘࿐ She's sunshine in a broken world-bubbly, kind, stuttering through her wildest thoughts, finding beauty in colorful flowers and joy in silly romance novels. He's ice in a tailored suit, CEO of a company he never wanted, grumpy at 6 AM, hell, even grumpy at midnight, smoking through his stress just to feel something burn. She talks too much when she's excited. And that's basically always. He hasn't had a real conversation in years. And frankly, he doesn't care to. She's struggling, working in various jobs and surviving on croissants and hope, escaping a past that still texts her at 2 AM. He's rich, cold, avoiding his parents' weekly "why are you still single" dinners by working himself into the ground. She's all soft edges and "have a lovely day" to strangers. He's all sharp lines and "get out of my fucking face" before coffee. They shouldn't fit. They don't fit. Yet somehow she's the only one whose blabber he doesn't want to silence with harsh words but with sweet kisses. 𔓘ARR𔓘

She was never supposed to look at him that way. He was never supposed to want her. But inside an old haveli, some boundaries become dangerously easy to cross.

This book is the continuation of my first book "Claimed - By Romano Brothers", and this can not be read as a standalone.

1950 - 55s, set in a village in rural Uttar Pradesh. Kalyani's world crumbles when her father's unpaid debt becomes the price of her future. To save her family from losing everything, she is married into the powerful Zamindar's family as the wife of Abhimanyu Singh.... the only son (heir) of the ruthless Zamindar, Raghavendra Singh. Abhimanyu, a man who despises his father's cruelty and control, never wanted this marriage. But when Raghavendra spots Kalyani's breathtaking beauty and uses emotional blackmail through Abhimanyu's soft-hearted mother, the trap is set. Forced to marry before his 30th birthday, Abhimanyu agreed but just in one condition. He wants his father to step down from his position and hand it over to him. In the shadows of the grand zamindar estate, where duty clashes with desire, an intense bond begins to bloom between the stoic, brooding heir and his shy, pure-hearted bride. What begins as a marriage born from debt slowly transforms into something neither of them expected. Amid family politics, buried secrets, and a father determined to control every life around him, two strangers discover that sometimes the strongest love stories are written by fate... not choice. TROPES ➤ Forced Arranged Marriage ➤ Marriage to Repay a Family Debt ➤ Zamindar's Son × Innocent Village Girl ➤ Lots of Foreplay & Smut (18+) ➤ Protective & Possessive Husband ➤ Forced Proximity ➤ Ruthless Father vs. Rebellious Son ➤ Emotional Healing ➤ Touch Her and Regret It ➤ Jealous & Possessive Husband ➤ Mutual Respect ➤ Love After Marriage Let us join Kalyani and Abhimanyu in their journey of love after marriage... ✨

🔞🔞 Tropes:--- •Aniruddh x Bondita •Age Gap 29 x 19 •Dhusht Danav Roy Choudhary x Biwi Roy Choudhary •1900s •She falls First (But he falls harder) •For a 1920s Bengali Historical Romance The dim light of the haveli's room barely cut through the shadows, creating a suffocating, almost sepulchral atmosphere. A single oil lamp cast a faint, flickering glow, but its warmth was swallowed by the cold, heavy air. In the center of the room, two figures stood locked in a tableau of cruelty. Bondita, a vision of bridal beauty, was adorned in a resplendent red and gold Bengali saree, its intricate work a stark, tragic contrast to her terrified posture. A heavy veil, meant to be a symbol of modesty, clung to her head, concealing her face and making her seem like a faceless victim. Behind her, like a dark, looming shadow, Aniruddh stood in a golden kurta, his face turned away from the light. The gold, a symbol of divine blessing, looked like a mockery in his form. His hand was a vise on Bondita's shoulder, his fingers digging into her flesh, his knuckles white with suppressed rage. His other hand was at her neck, his thumb pressing cruelly into her windpipe. He was not embracing her; he was imprisoning her. The golden kurta seemed to glow with a false, sinister light, illuminating the stark contrast between the beauty of the bride and the darkness of her groom.