All of them stood around with surprise and shock morphed on their faces while some had fear as they looked at him who was striding infront of them with his hands locked at his back. Turning to them he looked into those all eyes with his sharp gaze sending shivers to them as he spoke next words again striding from one end to the other with his authoritative personality. "From now on.....this property.....This house belongs to me Arnav Singh Rathore, and you all ....will be working here, under me from now on". Their eyes widen as they looked at him in disbelief. Them the owners of their house till yesterday are supposed to work under him. How insulting. They would never do that. Before they open their mouth he spoke again. " If not, you will be out as beggars. Or just work under me as slaves". He said as he took a side glance at them and smirked on finding them red in humiliation and anger. This is what he wants. Nope. He wants more than that. He turned around swiftly where she stood. There in a white saree. The one who weighs the honour of her new home on her shoulders as a daughter in law but a widow. The wife of that person who he had killed right on the asile infront of her. To destroy their honour, the one they cherish the most she will be his one target for him. He strided towards her in slow steps as her body visibly tensed with her shoulders risen up as she looked at him hesitantly with her flickering eye lashes casting up and down. Standing right infront of her he jutted his chin to her with a smirk as he spoke. "And you Mrs. Rathore. The honour of this home will be my personal slave from now on, servicing my special needs and comforts, in my bedroom ".

"There was a story I once heard... that every soul has a butterfly tied to it. Mine was Sabreena. Her wings kept me alive. And the day her wings stop... so will I." ⍣✰⍣✰⍣✰⍣✰⍣✰⍣ Azlaan raised walls around Sabreena, shielding her from every shadow. For him, she was life itself - untouchable, sacred, forever his 𝙻𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚕𝚎 𝚂𝚊𝚋𝚋𝚢 He was her 𝘰𝘣𝘴𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯. Sabreena worshipped him, breathed him, loved him in ways he could never allow himself to. To her, he was not cousin, not guardian but the only man she ever wanted. Between his restraint and her hunger lies a war. How far will she go to make him hers? How long can he fight the darkness when she is both his weakness and his ruin? Behkaawa - a story of love so forbidden, it can only end in fire. ⍣✰⍣✰⍣✰⍣✰⍣✰⍣

Book Title: CUTHTHROAT Series: The Sharps Series - Book 2 Author: E.L. Beth Lexi Hurston never had the luxury of dreaming. With both parents gone and a teenage brother depending on her, survival became her only priority. Desperate and cornered, she did the unthinkable-dressed as a nun and targeted a man known for dealing in high-end jewels. It was supposed to be a quick job. Get in, get out. No one gets hurt. But she didn't plan on Chad Sharps. Chad Sharps was never one to be caught off guard. So when a nun fainted into his arms, he didn't flinch. What he didn'texpect was the jab of a needle, the loss of control, and waking up to find his father's multi-million dollar diamonds gone. Humiliated, paralyzed, and enraged, Chad vowed revenge. And he always gets what he wants. Those haunting, mismatched eyes weren't easy to forget-and when Chad tracks Lexi down, he doesn't go for the police. He goes for blood. Using her younger brother as leverage, Chad forces Lexi into servitude. She will work off every stolen gem, every ounce of humiliation she caused. Under his rules. On his terms. But the closer he keeps her, the more the lines blur between punishment and obsession. Chad Sharps doesn't forgive. And Lexi Hurston? She just might become the one thing he can't let go of. WARNING: THIS BOOK IS RECOMMENDED FOR READERS 18 YEARS AND OVER. IT CONTAINS SEX AND SUBMISSION.

BOOK 3 "Dance with me Tallulah." His whisper slithered over my skin, tempting me to comply. I smirked as I brought forth my current, allowing it to course my skin. I put my hand in his expecting him to fall to the ground from my immense shock. He only smiled, clasping his long fingers around my hand, tugging me up from my chair. I gasped as he pulled me in, forcing my body flush with his. I called on my full power, letting my electricity flow through him. Why wasn't he reacting? Anyone else would have been screeching in paralyzed agony. He hummed as I tripled the amount of electricity that would normally kill a man. "I suggest you stop. All that powers making my cock hard." He whispered, letting his blood stained lips graze my ear. ~~~ Tallulah has been in hiding since she was a baby. As the first half demon child to walk the earth, her father, demon rebellion against the vampire royals, wanted to shield her from supernatural backlash. But it was her fate that worried him most. The fate that a certain horrible, emotionless royal would take her as his own. Her father preferred a mortal life for his precious Tallulah than suffer eternity mated to the heartless blood thirsty Augustus Vercelis. Augustus is formally known as Augostino Vercelis, royal throne holder of the undead. Although he is indeed a murderous vampire, he hadn't enjoyed the bloodied kill of his thirst in over 200 years. His curse had him bound to good nature. At least until he finds the mystery creature that holds the ultimate gift of soul-mated love. If he can have her, he is free to lead the life he pleases, with zero constraints. And he is determined to make Tallulah his when he feels her blade deep in his heart. She's a feisty little mouse, but he likes the chase. (Warning: This book has intense mature scenes! Kink shaming comments will be deleted. Augutus has lived almost a thousand years with zero emotional attachment to anyone, his love is an acquired taste and doesn't come naturally.)