Alessandro Galanti, a mafia boss who has his eye set on Aria Stone. And he'll stop at nothing until she is his.

Dominic Romanov, a mafia boss who spends the night with a beautiful woman who leaves him wanting more than what he bargained for. 𝘏𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘥 𝘶𝘱, 𝘤𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘺 𝘯𝘦𝘤𝘬 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘺 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘰𝘵 𝘰𝘱𝘦𝘯. "𝘛𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘮𝘦 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘦𝘥, 𝘊𝘢𝘪𝘵𝘭𝘪𝘯." 𝘏𝘦 𝘵𝘢𝘶𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘭𝘪𝘤𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘣𝘰𝘵𝘵𝘰𝘮 𝘭𝘪𝘱 𝘢𝘴 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘣𝘳𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴 𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘬𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘥. 𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘢 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘥𝘢𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘺 𝘭𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘰𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘴 𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘵 𝘮𝘦. 𝘔𝘺 𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘢𝘭 𝘣𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘴𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘧𝘧 - 𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘺 𝘣𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘭𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘐 𝘧𝘦𝘭𝘵. 𝘐 𝘴𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘥. "𝘏𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵."

"Please Abhi ji... " she begged, her voice shaky, eyes searching his face for a flicker of mercy. She stepped back until the wall stopped her escape, her chest rising and falling rapidly. She could see it in his eyes-he was angry. But his voice? Too calm. Too controlled. And that scared her more than his rage ever could. He took another step forward, calm as ever, as if he wasn't burning inside. "Jaana, dar kyun rahi ho? Main kuch nahi karunga. Mat daro," he said smoothly, but the coldness in his gaze betrayed the lie behind his soft tone. (Darling, why are you scared? I won't do anything. Don't be afraid.) Her voice broke, laced with panic. "Aapne vada kiya tha... ki aap mujh par zabardasti nahi karenge," she reminded him, holding on to the last thread of hope. (You promised... that you wouldn't force yourself on me,) He smiled slightly, a calm too dangerous to trust."Aur Jaana, aapne bhi toh vada kiya tha ki aap apne boyfriend se kabhi nahi milengi. Aapne apna vada tod diya... ab meri baari " (And darling, you also promised that you would never meet your boyfriend. You broke your promise... now it's my turn.) His hands gripped her wrists and pressed them gently against the wall, not hurting her, but not letting her go either. Then, with a deliberate slowness, he leaned in and kissed her earlobe-sending a shiver down her spine. She squeezed her eyes shut, her heart pounding. She knew this wasn't about love. It was about control. Tropes: Grumpy × Sunshine He fell first, but she fell harder Possessive officer × innocent college girl Obsessed from the first glance Morally grey protector Touch her and you're dead Jealousy in uniform "Stay away from me" × "Make me" Danger disguised as devotion "I'm not good for you" × "I don't care" Trigger Warning: This story contains mature and sensitive themes including smut, manipulation, obsessive love, non-consensual scenes, and emotional/physical coercion .

♤♤ MATURE CONTENT warning ♤♤ • • • He's charming. He's handsome, talented, charismatic. People hang on to his every word. A bachelor, stone cold businessman and a man of very few words. A whole package that's definitely way out of her league...should be out of her league yet...why does he seem to be purposely appearing before her everyday as the days go by. Why the hell did this upper echelon businessman suddenly appear inside her complex and how the absolute f*ck was he able to make the hairs on her neck rise and her legs clench whenever she just so happens to coincidentally brush past him on those fleeting days. Sophia thought she had it all figured out, that was until that fateful day. Two paths that were certainly never meant to collide had crashed into each other in the most unexpected of ways. The product of this fateful encounter? A man whose interest could border on obsession and a woman who's hellbent on ignoring and avoiding the man who is solely responsible for making her feel these weird and uncontrollable urges. ■ | ♧ |Status: ongoing | ♧ |Updates: on weekends ● (Also this is a first unedited draft so there might be errors) Lovely cover by Denise~ ■

🌹 DEVIL'S LITTLE BRIDE 🌹 He is the ruthless devil-Tyler Morozova, a cold Mafia king feared across Russia, untouched by love, untouched by women. She is Tara Sharma, a pure-hearted Indian girl devoted to her family and her God, stepping into college with dreams of art and innocence. Two worlds-one drenched in blood, the other glowing with faith. Two souls-one cursed by hatred, the other blessed with purity. Fate has only one plan: to make the Devil claim his little bride. "When the Devil meets his angel, innocence becomes his greatest obsession." He vowed never to touch a woman... until fate gave him his bride." . "Her prayers reached the heavens, but destiny delivered her to the Devil." . "A ruthless king of sin. A pure daughter of faith. One marriage that will burn the world."

#trending 1 on 17-10-25 #wattpadcontest 1 - 18-09-26 (#book-2 of PAKHI ) PROLOGUE :- I've seen the love that burned its own home to ashes. I've seen him drown himself in alcohol-not for pleasure, not for addiction-but to escape her. To blur the edges of the memories that refused to fade. Her presence haunts him like a ghost he can't outrun. And his heart... I've seen it clench, tremble, shatter. Over and over again. I was there when he fell to his knees for her. I've witnessed every single change in him-because of her. She didn't just love a monster... she changed him. She turned the devil into a man. And yet- She left. Left him with nothing but misunderstandings and silence. And now, their lives have once again dived into the same ocean they once tried to swim across together- An ocean full of hate, betrayal, ruthlessness. New entries are coming-people who will twist their fate. Old secrets are still buried, hidden faces moving the pieces behind the destruction I'm standing in the middle of. He once burned a country when he said he hated her. And she? She stood still. Took everything he threw at her. The pain. The humiliation. The disrespect. Like she was born to carry it. But just think. Just think for a moment. Just for a fucking moment- What happens... when they love each other again? What happens when the misunderstandings clear, when the pain turns to passion, when the hate turns into something softer, deeper, dangerous? What happens when he claims her again? If hate made him burn the world- What the hell will love . him do?

90's ROYAL ROMANCE 𝐖𝐨 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐚𝐢 𝐬𝐚𝐛𝐤𝐚 𝐩𝐚𝐫 𝐭𝐮 𝐬𝐢𝐫𝐟 𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐚 𝐒𝐮𝐫𝐤𝐡 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐚𝐢.... 🪶📜🌕ִֶָ☾♡ "Tumhara Naam Kya Hai?" , On the day of his engagement he asked the dancer of the brothel. "Kritika!", the other dancer replied and he remained silent-this was the name of his wife from whom he had separated because she was the daughter of his father's murderer. Previously Known As 'My Hard Hearted Husband' & 'My Hard Hearted Ex Husband'

In a world where power is everything, the Shekhawat men rule from the shadows-ruthless, untouchable, and hidden behind the façade of billion-dollar empires. Their secrets are buried deep, their sins masked behind tailored suits and cold stares. No one dares to cross them. Until they do. Yashika, Meher, Trisha, and Tanishka-four women bound to the Shekhawat brothers by fate, deception, and secrets too dangerous to unveil. Each step they take, each vow they make, pulls them deeper into a world where love is a weapon and loyalty is a curse. Yashika fights against a marriage that was never meant to be hers. Meher walks a thin line between silence and rebellion. Trisha plays a game even she isn't sure she can win. Tanishka, the wildcard, is the one threat they never saw coming. But in a world where betrayal is inevitable and love is a dangerous illusion-who will survive, and who will burn?

|| Multicouple book || Manvik Oberoi and Naira Ahuja first met each other in Mumbai, where they immediately recognized a profound connection between them. After a year of being in a relationship, Manvik was all ready to introduce her to his family. However, just after the night he proposed her and they became one, she unexpectedly left him without explanation. Years later, fate brought them together once more, but this time, their reunion included a small four-year-old girl Maira Ahuja. ─── ⋆⋅ ✭ ⋅⋆ ── Ishank Oberoi and Sanaya Kapoor never liked each other since their high school days, where they were fierce academic rivals each striving to outdo the other. After high school they persued different career paths, with Sanaya achieving success as a top model and Ishank establishing himself as a surgeon. Despite their separate journeys their mutual hate remained same. Or perhaps it could be characterized as an enduring obsession. What will happen if their family will decide to tie them both in a sacred bond called marriage? ─── ⋆⋅ ✭ ⋅⋆ ── Ahaan Oberoi and Pankti Sharma, knew each other since their diaper days, blooming a deep affection for each other called friendship. Both could never stay away from each other, and decided to always be together as friends. However, Pankti started catching feelings for Ahaan in their teens but never dared to confess because of Ahaan's playboy personality. After surpressing her feelings for many years, an incident occurred in her last year of post graduation. Being drunk and enjoying the last party of their department they made a mistake, they had a one night stand with each other, Resulting in a accidental pregnancy.