𝐓𝐚𝐥𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐇𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬 & 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐉𝐮𝐝𝐚𝐬 Loyalty. It's a simple philosophy of virtue, worn thin by the world. In his hands, it is sacred- A creed carved in blood and obedience. A faith sharpened by order, tempered in the fire of command. Trust is demanded- forged beneath the weight of discipline, Bound by the concept of duty. But in hers, those words are fables- Tales spun by desperate men to keep obedience alive. Loyalty's a language of the desperate- spoken loudest by those too afraid to stand alone. Trust is a fool's game for those who've never bled. And right is wrong, wrong the only right in the chaos she was made for. They were born to opposite sides of the same war- two souls carved from a single wound, destined to bleed for different flags. They were meant to ruin each other quietly. Ruin. Ruin. Ruin and call it mercy. Call it duty. Never to find warmth in the ashes they made. Never to seek solace in what was made to destroy, what was meant to bring death. But fate... fate has never cared for intention- It placed his oath at the mercy of the woman he was trained to destroy, Placed her wrath in the hands of the only man who could ruin it. Steal her fury. Quiet her rage. Unravel the reason she drew breath. And he truly meant to do it- Every bit of it. Meant to ruin, To steal, To quiet, Unravel. He meant to bring justice, Bring justice and strike down a woman born of vengeance until fate intervened once more- Until, somewhere between the hunt and the havoc, he forgot to destroy and learned to worship instead. But worship's not enough to blunt her truth- hungry dogs are never loyal- not even to the palm they once adored. And even the devout, in the end, turn on their gods. 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒔𝒐𝒐𝒏...

Rudra was my love and so was I for him until I came to know that everything was just a game. Emotions and blood have that sacred bond that the thickness of blood matters on the emotions running through the nerves. Mine was the love, eternal love, and his was the revenge, deadly revenge. That two months were the most blissful of mine when I felt his love pouring over every bit of me. I was wet in the ocean of his love to the core that it did not take me to think twice to submit all of myself to him. To the extent that the title of the Princess, daughter of King Rajvardhan and Queen Abhishree, and pride of Mahabalesgarh did not matter to me. I gave all of me to him on that particular night. His love made me submit to the extent that I forgot that doing this before marriage would be considered a sin. The night was long, happening, and tiring, and I realized that by my state in the morning. The naked self, broken bangles, and a messed up bed. And, I was not alone to witness it. The whole Empire knew what happened between me and Rudra. My family shook to the core and I was broken to know that he left me just with a letter. "A scar your family gave to me and a scar I gave to your family" And, I was shattered to know that everything was just a plot for revenge. My tears did not stop for weeks. I could not believe how could I do that. How could I go deeper into him that I did not think about my family, their reputation, and pride? He ruined me, my life, and my family. The woman was considered to be the delicate flower of the family's pride and he burnt it by just plucking it. But, this was not to be done. Not with me, not with anyone and I made up my mind to extend the invitation of my ceremony to choose a suitor for marriage to his King, his Uncle, a eighty years old man searching for a young bride to produce heirs. And, to him to taste his food. The Revenge. Which burns Rudra for her now. Copyright@2023 Mature Theme!

❝Read me your favorite pieces of poetry while I please you❞ I feel his hardness grow underneath me and watch as his chest begins to rise and fall. His lips part open with heavy breaths. I begin to unbutton his shirt slowly, kissing down his neck almost in the worse and possible - teasing way. The cross necklace lying there, his holiness slipping away inch by inch as I leave my sins along his untainted skin. "P-Please" The deep vibration I feel against my lips as they stay on his pulse. I smile and lift my head, with one slow grind of my hips. Alessio let's a hot moan fall from lips. His erection grows harder, as well as the pulse of my clit. My pussy directly above him. "Read to me Alessio" - Honey Rose is a eighteen year old nymphomaniac sin, her desire for sexual pleasure and the way words slipped off her tongue easily without regret, get her sent to Hartford Academy. Where studies and religion are the only things allowed to be spoken in the halls. In which a nymph corrupts the innocence of her Dean's Son. Cover by : RoseEmiliaSnape Highest Rankings - #1 in badgirlgoodboy. #1 in nymph. #1 in unholy. #1 in tension. #1 in naughty. #1 in boarding-school. #2 in forbidden. #2 in tutor. #5 in seduction. #6 in unholy. #7 in lust. #10 in innocent. #11 in temptation.

Alessandra Santoro, after wrestling her way out of the shackles of her old life, has finally carved her place beside Renzo. Not as decoration, but as fire. Together, they're on top of the world, certain their love is enough to make them unstoppable, untouchable, unbeatable. But in the empire Renzo built, freedom is never free. Trust is but a weapon, and love often wears the face of leverage. When a deal Alessandra forces through turns into a test of loyalty, she learns - again - that marriage in the mob is less about devotion and more about survival. And when Renzo is forced to stand in her way just to keep her from burning everything down, he remembers exactly why he wrote off feelings in the first place. He can command the underworld with a single phrase, but he can't control the one woman he swore he'd never lose. As her ambition crosses into dangerous territory, he must choose between his reign... or the first heart that ever softened him. Just when it couldn't get any worse, old ghosts rise and buried monsters resurface, turning their obsessive desires into conflict of interest, and their devotion into war. Love made them unstoppable before. But this time, it might be the very thing that ruins them both.

When Raven agrees to help sheltered Cassian complete his list of firsts in exchange for cash, it's strictly business-until their deal ignites an undeniable chemistry neither of them saw coming. *** After making a deal to finish her last year at Briarwood Academy in exchange for a shot at her dream job, 18 year old Raven Castillo has one mission: graduate and get out. No fights. No distractions. No complications. Cassian Hawthorne has spent his life buried in books, sheltered by his overprotective parents. But with college looming, he's ready to change that. He has a list of firsts to complete, and the unbothered new girl seems like the perfect person to help him. *** She needs the cash. He needs the experience. It's just business... until addictive kisses, lingering touches, and stolen glances make it anything but. What happens when their deal turns into something neither of them can control? Will they allow these sparks to fly, or will their personalities be far too different to carry on? ☪︎ ִ ࣪𖤐 𐦍 ☾𖤓 𝐁𝐚𝐝 𝐆𝐢𝐫𝐥 𝐱 𝐆𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐁𝐨𝐲 [CAN BE READ AS A STANDALONE] #1 in goodboy #1 in badgirl #1 in badgirlgoodboy #1 in plottwist #1 in forbiddenlove #1 in bucketlist #2 in steamy #2 in lovestory #3 in teenromance

Alessandra Benedetti thought she had tasted true freedom, however fleeting. But the moment Renzo Santoro is cornered, she's forced to make an impossible choice. To trade her freedom for his life. Returning to her betrothed is a death sentence in itself, a slow descent into a marriage built on control, cruelty, and the weight of her past mistakes. But the nightmare doesn't end there. With the fate of her family now hanging in the balance, Alessandra is given one final ultimatum: deliver Renzo to them or watch the future of the Benedetti's crumble. Trapped in a game she cannot win, she has no choice but to play. And the clock is ticking. Yet nothing complicates a losing hand like carrying a child for the wrong man. Like a reckoning that could set fire to everything. Like a decision that turns an already twisted web into a noose around all their necks. As alliances fracture and betrayals mount, Alessandra makes a decision that leaves everyone, even the love of her life, dangling over the edge. And when the dust settles, she may find that the war she thought she was fighting was only the beginning of the end. ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* ✦ ✦ ✦ *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* ✦ ✦ ✦ *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧ Ranked #1 in seconds Ranked #1 in love-struck Ranked #15 in confused Ranked #51 in loyalty Ranked #62 in mobster (As at November 2025)✔️

𝗧𝗮𝗹𝗲 𝗼𝗳 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗗𝗲𝘃𝗶𝗹 & 𝗛𝗶𝘀 𝗧𝗲𝘀𝗼𝗿𝗼 'Poor little soul.' A pure, innocent soul forced to face the harsh realities they said. A soul that was led down the path of darkness, One that was bent and made to be other's nightmare, only to end up deemed nature's lost cause. How tragic, right? Wrong. Because this, this is not nearly as simple. You see, mostly, if not always, the only real difference between a hero and a villain is a matter of perspective- WHO is telling the story. But not in his case. What if he really embodies the epitome of a real-life villain, instilling terror in the hearts of all those who cross his path, or even hear whispers of his name? What if he's a wicked man who ceaselessly gets whatever his icy heart craves? A monster who seeks power more than salvation, A nightmare who believes vengeance is unerring. A killing machine, devoid of heart or soul, let alone a pure one. Damien, they call him, His name whispered with terror and fear, Because Damien is not an ordinary man, but a man who clawed his way out from the depths of hell. One who's driven by a relentless pursuit of the very thing that threatens to bring downfall to the world we know. He is the reigning terror among monsters, holding dominion over the dark underworld of New York City, Even with his true identity hidden from the prying eyes of all. Damien is no ordinary man. But he is the Devil. So what happens when an angel meets the devil? When a naive runaway escapes one demon, only to find herself in the clutches of the worst of them all? ⊱ ʚɞ ⊰ ~𝗗𝗮𝗿𝗸 𝗠𝗮𝗳𝗶𝗮 𝗥𝗼𝗺𝗮𝗻𝗰𝗲 ~𝗘𝗻𝗲𝗺𝗶𝗲𝘀 𝗧𝗼 𝗟𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘀 ~𝗠𝗮𝘁𝘂𝗿𝗲 𝗧𝗵𝗲𝗺𝗲 ~𝗘𝘅𝗽𝗹𝗶𝗰𝗶𝘁 𝗦𝗲𝘅𝘂𝗮𝗹 𝗖𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁 Complete✔️

"You are my heart, Aira. So be careful when you think of breaking it. It may result in your collapse." ------- .˚₊✧₊˚. -------- **This is a DARK romance. A full-length standalone novel with HEA and no cheating** She broke him in the worst way possible, betrayed him when he least expected it. She shattered his heart and left him at his worst. What will happen when they cross their paths again, but this time when he is at the top and wants his revenge? Amaira Mehra, a sunshine girl who gives the world a middle finger. She is considered as the one with a sense of humour but is it actually her real personality or is she just playing the role of a carefree girl? Abhimaan Raghuvanshi, An asshole to say the best. The broken Billionaire whose heart and mind are fucked up. He left the country to be away from her, to wrench her away from his life but what if his heart is not understanding that? What will happen when He decides to take his revenge? - "I will break her before moulding her back into being my perfect girl." - "Get. The. Fuck. Out, Abhimaan. I don't want you here."

after a prank gone terribly wrong, hayden jones is sent across country to caldwell academy, a school for the bitchy, the dangerous and the rebellious. and if that wasn't bad enough, it becomes much worse when hayden is accidentally put in the male dormitory, landing her in a room with the school's notorious heartbreaker, chase everett. [not edited...like at all]