"No-please-don't do this!" Seraphina sobbed, her voice cracking as she clung to her eldest brother's wrist. "I-I'll be good. I'll do whatever you say, just don't-" A sharp crack echoed through the room as his palm struck her cheek, sending her crashing to the marble floor. Pain exploded across her skin, but it was nothing compared to the terror clawing at her chest. From above, his voice was cold. Unmoved. "You will marry him." She shook her head wildly, crawling backward until her spine hit the wall. "He's a monster," she whispered, her breath shuddering. "He's not human. Please, don't make me do this. I'll die." Her second brother crouched in front of her, grabbing her chin roughly, forcing her to look at him. His lips curled, eyes void of warmth. "Then die." Her breath hitched. "But you will die as his wife." The door behind them creaked open. Heavy footsteps. Her father stepped inside, his expression unreadable. "Lock her in this room," he ordered. "She will not step out until her wedding day." Sera thrashed as hands seized her, dragging her toward the massive iron doors. "No! Please-Father, please!" But he didn't even look at her. The last thing she saw before the door slammed shut was her brothers standing side by side, indifferent as she was thrown into a fate worse than death. Then darkness. And the only thing left was the suffocating truth. She was a sacrifice. A bride to the Sinister, a devil himself. #A STANDALONE BOOK

𝐇𝐞'𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐩𝐢𝐬𝐭. 𝐒𝐡𝐞'𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐛𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐧'𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐬𝐭. Dr. Volkov, a popular psychologist starts treating a damaged young woman, Leona Winters. The line between patient and lover blurs quickly. But when she uncovers the darkness he's been hiding and tries to walk away, he makes sure she never gets the chance.

The man on the throne abruptly stood up, his dark black eyes shining with an untammed flame, one that turned everything into embers. It was obvious that this powerful man did not like those who spoke back, espeically a small human girl like the one in front of him. The human girl felt the anger radiate off the man and started to run towards the entrance she came from, only to suddenly feel arms wrap around her waist, crushing her against a very solid chest. She opened her mouth to yell, but a strong hand covered her mouth. "You are a fiesty little girl." It was evident that the man was smirking in his voice; he was enjoying her fear. "Now, I do not want to punish you so early. So please, be the good girl that you are and be quiet. Not that screaming will do you any good; you are in the Underworld, after all." --- It had been five years after the death of her older sister before nineteen year old Katherine Bakers could even sleep peacefully at night. She had witnessed her own sisters murder, leaving scars beyond compare. She withdrew from her family and became a quiet recluse. But old nightmares come to life when she is knocked out and is taken by a stranger. Only this stranger is a god: Hades, God of the Underworld. Hades is a very dangerous man who rules the Underworld with an iron fist with no immorse for punishments of the wicked. He has a stone-cold heart that feels like ice, as no one has been able unthaw his frozen heart. And he is slowly losing time. A shattered human and the god of the dead; a new take of Persephone and Hades. [#3 in Greek Mythology as of November 11, 2019] [#2 in Abducted as of September 22, 2019] [#5 in Mythology as of November 6, 2019] [#10 in God as of February 27, 2020] [#27 in Kidnapped as of June 14, 2020]

(Book 3- Can be read as a standalone but I recommend reading The Demon's Demand before this one.) Hades, the immortal demon, ruler of the underworld. Known to be vicious, cruel and deadly, offended the wrong goddess. However he didn't expect the consequence to be a gentle, happy and kind girl. Who also happened to be the daughter of the equally as deadly shadow queen. Will he change his ways for her? Will he accept her bubbly and sweet personality or will he resent it? Excerpt: "I-I haven't been able to rest, I haven't been able to sleep, breathe, think with you around." He spoke stepping closer to me. His eyes swimming with emotion I haven't seen before from him. "When you laugh and smile, I feel as if my life is complete. Just knowing your happy makes me- it just makes me feel like I've done something right. I am supposed to be a deadly warrior, incapable of feeling, but you make that seem dreadful to even consider an eternity without you in it." Read to find out! Fantasy/Romance (Started: (4/ 15/24) (Completed: 6/19/2024)

*Mature Warning* 18+ Content 🔞 Please Don't Report Seina (see - Ann - a ) Black is a 17-year-old werewolf. After 10 years of abuse; starting when she was 7 years because she shifted early and didn't look like a normal wolf. Seina was a pure black wolf something only MALE wolves are born with, along with a blue flame on her right front paw, but the sad thing is; she only knew what her wolf looked like because her wolf told her. She was blind, her abusers made her blind after they saw her shift. For 10 years she saw nothing but deafening darkness until an earthquake surrounding her pack sent her down a dark hole/portal to what her wolf warned her to be the underworld. "Who is she? How did she get here?" A husky, alluring voice said "I have no clue" a female replied As Seina walked forward waving her arms around trying so hard to find something to touch, her body hit a hard object and shock overwhelmed her body as her wolf said "Mate." "Wait what?" the husky voice said, filled with shock. #1 in Unloved #1 in Unknown #1 in SOULS #2 in Hades #3 in Blind

💗♡ Rousseau's Lost Mafia Princess ♡💗 Ishita Rousseau & Ikshita Rousseau - the cherished princesses of France.👑💖 Their life was perfect... 💗✨ Most loving and caring parents. 💗✨ Six overprotective yet supportive brothers. 💗✨ A family that adored them. But then, one tragic night shattered everything. 💔 When they were just 2 years old, Ishita and Ikshita vanished after a devastating accident-or maybe it was a murder? 💔 France and the Rousseau family lost their queen, Savi Alexander Rousseau, and after seven generations were born , the twin sisters Ishita Rousseau and Ikshita Rousseau went missing. 💔💔 Years passed... but the Rousseau family never gave up. They searched endlessly for their beloved princesses-Ishita and Ikshita, the light of their lives, their happiness, their everything.💗💗 Then, after 15 long years, the impossible happened. The Rousseau's found their lost younger princess.💗 But the joy was short-lived... 💔💔 Because she didn't know them. 💔💔💔 Ikshita Rousseau, the younger princess, now an innocent and sweet girl with a smile and puppy face that could melt hearts, has no memory of her past. ☺️ She doesn't know the ghosts of the past. 💔💔 But the questions remain the same: ✨ How will Ikshita react to a family she no longer remembers? ✨ How will her father and six overprotective brothers handle their stubborn, clumsy younger princess? ✨ Will the Rousseau's be able to protect their younger princess this time? ✨ And most importantly-will the Rousseau's ever find their elder princess, Ishita? 🙄 But the biggest question of all: ✨ Where is Ishita Rousseau? 🤔 🙃What will happen when the monsters from the past realize... The younger princess of the Rousseau family... 💗💗✨✨ IS FOUND ✨✨💗💗

"You... want me to show you my belly? And you're paying me 500 dollars for it?" I repeated in disbelief. "Yes," Mr. Calnan replied curtly. Shock mixed with suspicion. Mr. Calnan, our strict and cold boss, who had banned all workplace romance, wanted to see... my belly? Why my belly, of all things?! And why ME?! This had to be a test. He was testing whether I would agree, only to fire me afterward. But even that theory had flaws-after all, he was the one who initiated this crazy idea. I hesitated for what felt like a long time. Then, in the end, curiosity won over, and on a sudden impulse, I spread open my work coat and lifted my white T-shirt. Mr. Calnan's gaze instantly locked onto my bare stomach. His focused stare burned into my skin as he thoroughly examined every square inch of the exposed area. My face burned with embarrassment. He didn't say anything, and he didn't grimace, but I could see on his face that he didn't like what he saw. My chubby belly, my stretch marks, and the faint line of hair below my navel that I hadn't had time to shave. Well, I know it's not the most attractive sight, but then why did he want to see my belly? Honestly, what was he expecting? "Can I pull my T-shirt back down?" I asked, humiliated and irked. "Yes," Mr. Calnan replied after a brief pause. He didn't speak for a while, just stared at my now-covered stomach with a blank expression. Meanwhile, I waited impatiently and tensely for him to do something. I needed to know whether he was actually going to give me the money or not, and whether it would turn out that this had all just been a test. Suddenly, he moved toward me, closing the distance between us. He loomed over me, and I looked up at his face in alarm. "I'll give you another 1000 if you let me touch your hips." My eyes widened in shock. *Edited to fit within the character limit for the description

She hates him . Or she believes so. He hates her . Or he claims to. She says she dislikes his presence. He ignores her entire existence. They can't stand each other . Or they pretend so . Is it hate ? Or is it the passion which burns hard. Is it love that is blossoming between them so hard ? Join in the story of Anam and Haider to find out. Haider Farooq x Anam Baig Grumpy x Sunshine Professor x Student Age gap Arrange marriage He fell first and hard. Note that it is the third book in the series. It can also be read as a standalone. The first two books are ' His Cuore' and ' Her surgeon' . You can read them for a better experience. Enjoy.

Mahnoor is a second-year history student. She is sharp-tongued, fiercely independent, and unafraid to speak her mind. Her latest coursework is on the lives of powerful figures who contributed to India's growth. That's when she discovers him. An emperor unlike any other who was undefeated in war, feared by rulers, praised by history, but still infamous for his cruelty. The deeper she reads about him, the more her hatred for him grows because it was very evident the textbooks tried to balance his brilliance by sugercoating his brutality, but to her, his name is soaked in blood. One afternoon, sitting in the library, she seethes to her friend, "Still. If one of those women had rebelled, her name would be in this book today. I'm angry that none tried to do so." "I wish I was there. I really do." "I would have said things everyone was scared to utter to his face. He wasn't feared because he was powerful, he was feared because people feared for their lives. And that is not power." "He won't be remembered because he was great, but because he did things no one could ever forget." That night, on a rain-soaked street in Mumbai, her car nearly hits an old woman crossing the road. When she gets down to confront her, the woman curses her. "So, you wish you were there? You think you could speak, rebel, and change history with your voice? Then go. Let's see how your voice will be heard in a palace where a woman's opinion holds no importance. Your freedom will crumble because rebellion there means death. Your name will rot with theirs and be forgotten and only then you will understand they too were not stupid. Go. I'll love to see how you make history remember you." The world spins and she finds herself in 1574, inside the emperor's harem, the very one she hated with every fiber of her being. She knows how his story ends. But this time, she's inside it. Will she become another silenced voice in his dark legacy or the one woman who dares to rewrite history?

"A Forbidden Desire, A Love That Burns Through the Night..." In the golden halls of Sultaniyah, where war brews and betrayal lurks in every shadow, Queen Amara Zahir Khan finds herself trapped between duty and a man who was never meant to be hers. Zayan Ahmed Khan-a warrior with bloodstained hands and a claim to her throne-demands more than just loyalty. He demands her. One vow. One marriage. One bed. One battle of wills. But the true war isn't waged in courtrooms or on battlefields-it's fought behind locked doors, beneath tangled sheets, where dominance tastes like desire, and hate feels like his hands between her thighs. He is dangerous, untamed, a man who doesn't ask-he takes. His whispered threats turn into breathless gasps, his firm grip makes her tremble, and when he claims her, there's no escape... not from his touch, not from the sinful hunger that coils deep in her belly. "Beg for me, Sultana..." His voice is dark, commanding, dripping with lust as he makes her surrender piece by piece. And she does. Again and again. 🔥 A tale of power, passion, and a love so dangerously intoxicating, it'll leave you breathless. If you're ready for stolen glances, forbidden touches, and nights too sinful to forget-welcome to Sultaniyah.🔥