I'm your typical twenty-two year old girl. I work your typical job, making a killing off of literally killing people. I live the average life, my PTSD and mild OCD completely controlling me. I grew up with a loving family, my father running a black market child ring and my mother six feet underground. And I have a great support system, living alone and the only person I talk to being a ghost. So yeah. Nothing weird here. Completely Normal. And then some random guys come in and completely mess up my normal life. How rude of them? Good thing they're all hot. ~~~~~~ Warning: This story contains descriptions of violence, trauma and abuse. May be triggering to some. There's also lots of cursing and dark humor. Oh and maybe a few steamy scenes. Read at your own risk. This is a reverse harem romance.

Valeska is exhausted by life. Drowning in bills, dead-end jobs, and the weight of loneliness, she's desperate for change. When she lands a live-in housekeeper position at one of the city's most luxurious estates, it feels like the chance she's been waiting for-a clean slate and a quiet place to breathe again. Luca is refined, sinfully intelligent, and dangerously charming. Every word that leaves his lips is measured, every glance deliberate. Temptation in a tailored suit with a handsome smile. Enzo is dark, unpredictable, and impossible to ignore. His presence hums with danger, his stare burns like a threat and he's already decided Valeska belongs to him... and he's daring anyone to say otherwise. Valeska tries to keep her distance, but their world pulls her in filled with tension and temptation she's never known before. Their attention is overwhelming, their power intoxicating. The brothers take what they want. The brothers own what they desire. And what they desire is her. *** ⚠️ Trigger Warning: This story contains strong language, mature themes, and explicit scenes intended for readers 18+. Reader discretion is advised.

Iman thought her future was set-engaged to Haroon, her best friend's brother, life was finally falling into place. But just as their wedding day approaches, Haroon starts to change. His warmth turns to ice cold feelings, his love to doubt. Then there's Arfan-Haroon's enigmatic older brother and a powerful businessman, who keeps a close eye on everything... including Iman. As tensions rise, Haroon begins to accuse the worst-that his fiancée is hiding something, and that his own brother might be involved. When Haroon abruptly ends their engagement, accusing Iman of betrayal with none other than Arfan, her world is thrown into chaos. But is there truth behind the accusations, or is it all a web of misunderstanding and deceit? And what happens when Arfan, the one person Iman never expected to turn to, steps into her life in ways she never imagined? In a whirlwind of accusations, family secrets, and unexpected alliances, Iman must fight to uncover the truth-and decide where her heart truly lies. ------ ✨Enjoy! Please let me know your thoughts and constructive criticism is always welcome! ✨ "I don't want peace. I want problems, always [in my fictional writing]." ~ The bloke everyone seems to know about but not sure where his viral line spawned from.

After a traumatic first marriage left her body bruised and her mind in pieces, Maithili has built a world of silence. Isolated in her village, she avoids mirrors, voices, even her own name - afraid that one wrong move will make the pain return. When her worried parents consult an astrologer, they are told a second marriage might be her only path out of the shadows. Neil Chaudhary isn't looking for love. He's not against marriage - just never in a hurry for it. When he agrees to marry Maithili, he expects nothing more than civility and space. What he finds instead is a girl who flinches when he speaks too loud. A wife who won't say his name. And a story written in silence that pulls him in, piece by piece. As Maithili learns to breathe again, Neil learns what it means to wait for someone - and love, the kind that heals without hurting, begins to take shape. But can love truly heal the scars of the past, or is it simply a quiet way to survive? Tropes: Second chances • Traumatized FL • Green Forest ML • Past trauma • Arranged Marriage • City ML x Village FL 🏅#3 in wattpadindia 🏅#1 in greenflag 🏅#1 in healing

Rogue: I'm on a mission. A very important one, too. In order to complete this mission, I must first get help from three men who are more likely to tie me up and torture me for fun. Too bad I'm not giving them a choice. Besides, being tied up is one of my favorite activities. Hannibal, the paranoid stoic leader who can't quite figure me out. He either wants to kill me or kiss me, maybe both? Myers, the sneaky observant one who wants to peek inside my brain and learn all my tells. Krueger, my psycho pumpkin who claims me after one look. I'm a hurricane of crazy that's ready to blow these men's world upside down. I promise I don't use teeth... much.

SCHEDULE: After every two or three days 🩷 ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- [MY FIRST BOOK!!!] Shadows Of Sin & Sindoor - BOOK 1: Crimson & Chaos CRIMSON & CHAOS:- a tale of fire, fury and the love that bloomed in between. • Enimies-to-lovers • CEO x Medical student • Unsolved tension + dark secrets • She claimed to hate him. And so did he 𝐒𝐀𝐀𝐍𝐕𝐈 𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐇𝐌𝐔𝐊𝐇 was the girl he couldn't stand. Too proud. Too opinionated. Too... unforgettable. 𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐀𝐍 𝐑𝐀𝐉𝐕𝐀𝐍𝐒𝐇𝐈 was the man she loved to hate. Too arrogant. Too dangerous. Too... damn magnetic Their families were close. Their fights were legendary. But hate? Hate never looked like stolen glances, clenched jaws and burning silences. It didn't feel like racing heartbeats when he brushed past her. Or sleepless nights after one glance... The man who claimed to hate her started watching too closely. And the girl who swore she'd never fall for him, already did. But Ishaan had secrets. The kind dipped in blood and wrapped in lies. And Saanvi? She was about to become his favourite sin. Slow burn. Sharp banter. Mafia danger. Soft vulnerable. If you're into 𝐑𝐚𝐚𝐯𝐚𝐧 style obsession, chaotic families and jealousy that burns, then this one is for you!! ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Enjoyyy 💟🎀 ------------------------------------------------------------------------------

"𝐈'𝐥𝐥 𝐜𝐮𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐈 𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮, 𝑴𝒚 𝒅𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒔 𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒍𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒇𝒆." "You are going to stop this damn marriage. RIGHT. NOW." His voice was a low growl, barely human. I froze. "And who the hell are you to tell me that-" But before I could finish, he closed the distance between us in a blink. His breath hit my skin like fire. One hand gripped my jaw, his thumb and fingers squeezing my cheeks as if daring me to speak again. His eyes, dark and unblinking, held something far more terrifying than rage. OBSESSION. He leaned in, whispering at the edge of my neck, his voice a dangerous murmur. "The moment you chose to marry him, you dug your own grave." His grip tightened. "I was trying," he hissed pulling my face closer to him, "I was really trying to be nice to you. But you-" A bitter smirk curved his lips. "You make me a monster every single time." That night, Arohi Raichand was forcefully married... Not to the man she was raised to get married- But to the man the world feared. Her worst nightmare. Advansh Rudra Singh Rathore. She was a prisoner in the golden cage of a mafia king who was once declared insane. A girl caught in the cruel chaos of a love so twisted... it poisons everything it touches. But obsession is not love- and possession, not protection. This isn't a love story. This is a war between hate and hunger. Between fire and frost. Between a girl who wants to escape- And a man who would burn down the world just to cage her again. Welcome to the beginning of Arohi and Advansh's story. A story of possession, madness, and a love that was never meant to be gentle. ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ • An Indian Force-Marriage Dark Romance • This book is mature and 18+ due to highly adult  content, age-gap, and mention of BDSM.

He was her first heartbreak... and her last obsession. She is childish. He is mature. She is clumsy. He is calm. She is chaos. He is peace. She is silly dreams. He is steady reality. He's my best friend's brother. He understands me too well... which is embarrassing, because he's also caught me sighting and drooling over him more than once. "Stop staring," he says with that smirk-like it's that easy. She's clumsy, always tripping over something-and making me laugh every time. She talks too much, listens even more, and somehow became my free therapist without even realizing it. "Don't ever change," I tell her, because her chaos feels like peace to me.

COMPLETED✓ Book 1 in the Twisted Fate series

In order to pay for college tuition, Lin Qingqing married Liu Zheng, a burly retired soldier who no one in the village dared to mess with. The rough man said that as long as she married him, he would pay for the tuition, and when she graduated from university, if she didn't want to live with him, she could also leave him. Lin Qingqing felt that this was a deal, and she would leave here when she graduated from university. But before she graduated from university, this muscular rough guy fucked her until she became limp, her legs were so weak that she couldn't walk, Huaxue'er started to water when she saw his big stick, she couldn't even leave him for a moment no/ . 1V1 Rough Man Sweet Article~~~ Original Title: 糙汉农夫的大学生娇妻（1V1 H）