"You can't avoid me forever Lara" I chuckled "I'm ignoring you, you idiot" "Is it?" he slowly came towards me and pressed my body with his. Now I'm crushing between wall and him. My God please save me from this psycho. We locked our eyes, I saw his grey one. His eyes are filled with lust. I can sense I'm turning on but I'll never allow that. While I'm thinking about how to punch him, he suddenly slip his hand under my night wear rubbing my right thigh up and down. I'm in dead shock that my body can't move an inch from where I was standing, scratch that I was being crushing by this monster. He slowly leaned towards my ear, rubbing his lips below my ear and whisper "looks like you're enjoying my touch." I give him a big smirk making him confused, it's reasonable because he don't know my next move.. ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ Zanvil Makarov 25, Russian, cold and merciless Mafia king, play boy. Lara Charlotte 21, daughter of Italian mafia Don, infamous assassin who everyone is afraid of. Top one mafia king and top one assassin who is trying to revenge her friend death. Will her identity get reveal? Will these two savage people become 'Savage Couple'? 𝓛𝓮𝓼𝓼 𝓻𝓮𝓿𝓮𝓷𝓰𝓮 𝓶𝓸𝓻𝓮 𝓼𝓶𝓾𝓽 🔞 I'm not embarrassed to say that my first story is a little cringey.. it's a warning guys. ⚠️⚠️⚠️

[You've seen many men beg for forgiveness, but this time, watch a woman fight hard to win back her man's trust.] ----------:-------:-------- Samhita's pov The corners of my mouth curved further upward. By the time I walked out of Rathore Palace, I wouldn't just have the diamond. I'd have the satisfaction of knowing that I had defeated Agastya Singh Rathore on his own turf, beneath his own nose, in his own game Agastya's pov She was a vision-a goddess draped in simplicity. **** Stop running, Mrs. Rathore" he murmured, his voice softer now, almost tender. "The more you resist, the more I'll pull you closer." ________________ "When the king of hearts meets the princess of shadows, only one will emerge unscathed." (Started 4 December 2024) Most impressive ranking 39 in india out of 64.1k stories (14/01/2025)

𝑰𝒇 𝑰 𝒕𝒆𝒍𝒍 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒎𝒚 𝒔𝒆𝒄𝒓𝒆𝒕, 𝒚𝒐𝒖'𝒍𝒍 𝒏𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒌 𝒎𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒂𝒎𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒚 𝒂𝒈𝒂𝒊𝒏. ⋆ ── ⋆ ── ⋆ "Are you afraid that I'll fall for you?" he asked again, his voice dripping like honey, smooth and melodic beneath the moon-kissed sky. Her long, curled lashes lifted, revealing the storm she kept hidden behind them- only to meet the desperation blooming in his gaze. "No. I'm afraid... you'll fall into my curse." ⋆ ── ⋆ ── ⋆ Secrets are sharp, silent, and dangerous. He lived far from chaos, untouched by deceit, trusting only what was seen, heard, and known. But everything changed the moment she arrived. Quiet, composed, and unreadable like a storm that whispers before it strikes. She carried an aura that intrigued and unsettled, drawing him in with questions she never answered, and a past she never spoke of. She was flawless on the surface, her smile soft, her presence calm. But beneath that polished calm lay layers of subtle and haunting silence. He despised that, detested liars, mistrusted masks. But something about her made him stay. Each glance felt like a clue, every word a riddle. He wasn't falling in love; he was falling into her mystery, piece by hidden piece. He searched quietly at first, then relentlessly. Threads of her past slipped through his fingers like smoke, each lead ending in shadows. Until one night, when he pushed too far, when his questions edged too close to the truths she refused to face, she didn't explain, she disappeared. And just like that, the woman he thought he was beginning to understand vanished without a word, without a trace. All she left behind was the wreckage of his trust and a silence louder than betrayal. This was only the beginning. ••• PS: I used AI modification for the descr

──── ⋆ ˚｡⋆ ꪆৎ ˚ "Who do you belong to?" Her cold, demanding eyes met mine, The only glimmer of light within them was my own reflection staring back at me. "You." My voice trembled as I whispered the answer. She settled herself on my lap, surrounding me with her intoxicating scent, as if to claim ownership. "Exactly," she confirmed, her tone possessive. "You burnt her. Alive" A horrified sigh escaped my lips as my heart pounded in my chest. "And you had the perfect orgasm right next to her burning body. Do you know why? You were focused on me. She was screaming and yet you craved me. You begged me to touch you more. You needed me. Her cries for help, her screams, her burning body; nothing affected you. You just craved me" Her grip on my shirt tightened as she pulled me closer, her voice dropping to a dangerous whisper. ────୨ৎ──── NAINA MALHOTRA, A fierce and determined woman, driven by a powerful desire for revenge. Her singular focus fueled her every action, and she pursued her path with relentless determination and unshakable fortitude. "His embrace felt like the first burst of sunlight after a long, dark storm" AARAV MURTY, A kind and compassionate soul, radiating warmth and care towards everyone. He concealed his own struggles behind a bright smile, convinced that everyone deserves love and affection. "I've never taken a life before, but for you, I'd cross that boundary and step into darkness a thousand times" Naina and Aarav, lost in love, were oblivious to their family's secrets. As those truths and lies started to surface, their bond was put to the test. Could their love withstand the storm of their haunted history? A saga of twisted enigma played by masters of manipulation where noone can be trusted. Will love survive? ⋆ ˚｡⋆ ꪆৎ ˚ P.S- The initial chapters are highly unedited but I promise it gets better <3

She was known as softness in a world that respected only steel. To the outside world, she was the kind of girl people trusted without thinking-gentle eyes, warm smiles, hands that helped before they were asked to. She believed in quiet kindness, in listening more than speaking, in healing rather than hurting. Neighbors spoke of her as too pure for this world, someone who didn't belong anywhere near danger. And yet, danger had always belonged to her. Behind the calm grace she carried so effortlessly was a mind sharper than any blade and a power no one suspected. In the shadows, under a name whispered only in fear and loyalty, she ruled a secret mafia empire-one built not on chaos, but on control. She didn't command through brutality alone; she commanded through intelligence, strategy, and an unbreakable sense of justice. She destroyed monsters so others wouldn't have to face them. Her life had always been divided into two truths: One lived in the light. The other ruled the dark. Then came the marriage. She was to be married off to a man the world already feared-a mafia king whose name carried blood, power, and legend. To everyone else, it was a dangerous alliance; to her family, a terrifying gamble. To him, she was merely a gentle bride, a beautiful weakness. But marriage doesn't just change surnames. It changes empires. As she steps into his world, her carefully balanced double life begins to crack. Secrets collide. Power shifts. And the girl everyone believed was fragile must decide whether to remain hidden in the shadows-or rise, unapologetically, and reveal that the most dangerous thing about her was never her kindness... but the fact that she had always known how to survive without losing it # 13 IN CONTROL (19/12/2025) # 5 IN FAMILYHISTORY (19/12/2025) # 3 IN FAMILYHISTORY (30/12/2025) # 41 OUT OF 55.8K BOOKS IN POWER (2/1/2026) #2 IN FAMILY HISTORY (3/1/2025) #3IN SECRETIDENTITY OUT OF 8.2k BOOKS (23/1/2025)

#Book-1 in The Blood and Desire series (CAN BE READ STANDALONE) He's the king of shadows. She's the queen of power. He thrives on chaos, She thrives on control. One rules through ruthless force, The other commands with a sharp mind and unbreakable will. In a world where loyalty is bought with blood and power is never truly free, two opposites are forced into a marriage of convenience, bound by a promise neither is eager to fulfill. But as the line between love and war blurs, their union becomes more than just a contract. It's a dangerous game of control, trust, and obsession. Will they destroy each other or ignite a passion that consumes them both? Genres: • Dark Romance • Mafia • Suspense • Power Play • Marriage of Convenience • Royal family Warning: This story contains mature content, including intense scenes, violence, and dark themes. Reader discretion is advised.

"You're annoying. I just gave a speech to you about trying to get me in bed and now here you are fucking staring at my ass." I shouted at him, he smirked while staring into my eyes. His stare made my feet feel like jello. "Asshole." I kept on walking. I was pushed up against the wall. "What did you just call me?" He pulled out his gun pressing it in my side, "I said asshole." I heard him groan. He looked down to see my knife pressed up against him. He looked back up at me. "What is going on here?" We heard the door open. Pushing ourselves off each other we quickly hid our weapons. I looked up to see Matvey staring at us. "Nothing. We were just exploring." ***** Annika Balakin, at a young age she had a normal life. With the sudden death of her mother, she was moved back to her mother's home country. Years have passed, treated unfairly and abused. Hurt and broken her mother's past was then facing her, a past she didn't know existed. Luka Stepanov is a mafia boss who was thrown into the world of blood and guns at a very young age. Feared among everyone, he runs the biggest mafia with a deep secret that could make his people turn against him. They say a broken heart can never be fixed, but can they? When two damaged souls meet will they be able to heal the other? What happens when family, secrets, the past and the death of her mother all come back adding up to something bigger. Will it change her life forever?

❝𝗛𝗢𝗧 𝗛𝗔𝗧𝗥𝗘𝗗 𝗔𝗡𝗗 𝗕𝗨𝗥𝗡𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗗𝗘𝗦𝗜𝗥𝗘𝗦❞ 𝘿𝙚𝙫𝙞𝙤𝙪𝙨. 𝙈𝙖𝙣𝙞𝙥𝙪𝙡𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙫𝙚. 𝙎𝙞𝙣𝙛𝙪𝙡𝙡𝙮 𝙖𝙩𝙩𝙧𝙖𝙘𝙩𝙞𝙫𝙚. Amaria Gonzalez isn't the kind of woman you run from-she's the kind you never see coming. Raised to kill and trained to seduce, she moves through shadows with blood on her hands and a smile on her lips. Weapons don't scare her. Screams don't faze her. She doesn't hesitate. She doesn't regret. She was made to destroy-and she does it beautifully. 𝙍𝙪𝙩𝙝𝙡𝙚𝙨𝙨. 𝙄𝙧𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙞𝙨𝙩𝙞𝙗𝙡𝙚. 𝙐𝙣𝙩𝙤𝙪𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙗𝙡𝙚. Draped in custom Armani, black shoes polished to a mirror shine, and a confidence carved from blood and legacy-Matteo Romano doesn't walk into rooms, he owns them. The boss of the Italian Mafia, his name alone silences crowds and commands fear. Cruel with purpose and cold by design, he has no use for weakness... and no tolerance for defiance. When Amaria's uncle, the ruthless Spanish Mafia's ruler, assigns her on a dangerous mission to assassinate Matteo undercover as a maid, Amaria has no choice but to oblige. ── ✦ ── 𝗧𝗪: Book contains mature topics, including: violence, sexual themes/sex scenes, abuse, trauma, rape/sexual assault and suicide mention. If these topics make you uncomfortable or upset, I advice you not to read. 𝗧𝗥𝗢𝗣𝗘𝗦: • Strong female lead • He falls first, he falls harder • Enemies to lovers • Billionaire x maid • Mafia boss x assassin • Forbidden love

"The flower that blooms in adversity is the most rare and beautiful of all." -Mulan ••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••• Agent 27, otherwise known as "The Dagger," has been dormant within the deep forests of Montana, living out a life of peace and solitude under the U.S. Governments witness protection system. When an old enemy resurfaces as a threat to the United States of America, Commander McGary issued the activation of this agent to help in a terrorist attack. But then there were three things he didn't account for... 1.) The Dagger is a female 2.) The Dagger has secrets buried so deep, even a man of his status may not have the clearance level to obtain 3.) The Dagger is drop dead gorgeous