𝑆𝐻𝐸 𝑊𝐴𝑆 𝐻𝐼𝑆-𝐵𝐸𝐹𝑂𝑅𝐸 𝐻𝐸𝑅 𝐵𝑅𝐸𝐴𝑇𝐻, 𝐵𝐸𝐹𝑂𝑅𝐸 𝐻𝐸𝑅 𝑁𝐴𝑀𝐸...𝐻𝐼𝑆 𝐷𝐸𝑆𝐼𝑅𝐸 𝑂𝐿𝐷𝐸𝑅 𝑇𝐻𝐴𝑁 𝐻𝐸𝑅 𝑆𝑂𝑈𝐿⛓️

In the elite halls of High Crest University, he is feared. Revered. Untouchable. Professor Abhimanyu Chauhan is a man of many faces-one, a cold and brilliant academic; the other, a ruthless mafia king cloaked in shadows and sin. A hacker who commands empires, a killer who hides behind calm eyes and a tailored suit. For seven long years, he's watched Harshita Rathi from the shadows. His obsession. His madness. His future. But Harshita doesn't know the devil is closer than her breath. All she sees is a man she loathes-arrogant, controlling, suffocating. The professor who unnerves her. The stranger whose presence haunts her dreams. What happens when the man she despises... claims her as his bride? What happens when she realizes he's been controlling her world all along? In a world where love is possession, and obsession is lethal- Will she escape the chains of his love, or will she burn beneath it?

❝𝐀𝐝𝐯𝐚𝐢𝐭 𝐬𝐢𝐬𝐨𝐝𝐢𝐚 & 𝐌𝐢𝐤𝐬𝐡𝐚 𝐒𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐚❞ I should not feel anything for someone who is my enemy, someone who has caused me so much pain that the very thought of him should fill me with nothing but rage and bitterness. Yet, against all logic, I feel it-I feel the heat rising beneath my skin . The mere idea of his touch sends shivers down my spine, igniting sensations that I desperately want to ignore. This isn't right. I shouldn't crave the presence of someone I despise, but my body betrays me, responding to him in ways that my mind fiercely rejects. He stands so close that his breath fans across my face, warm and intimate, stirring emotions that I refuse to acknowledge. A slight movement is all it would take for our lips to meet, for this unbearable tension to shatter into something far more dangerous. His hands are braced on either side of my head, trapping me, yet he doesn't need to touch me to make me feel trapped. His body hovers just out of reach, yet I can sense him, every inch of him, as if the air itself is an extension of his presence. I shouldn't desire this man. I shouldn't want to close the gap, to feel the press of his body against mine. I should be repulsed, disgusted by how my thoughts betray my hatred. But my body doesn't listen to reason , it yearns for what it shouldn't, driven by instincts I can't control. I despise him-my enemy- My rival-but the line between hatred and desire is blurring, and I'm terrified of which side I might fall on. {𝖠 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗇𝖽𝖺𝗅𝗈𝗇𝖾 } | | Mature content 18+| |

My Husband, My Monster. Mistakes? I've done enough in my life. But the biggest mistake was to fall for The Monster. Jaiveer Singh Rathore. I thought it to be the beautiful mistake, not realizing it would turn out to be ugly. I've sacrificed everything, destroyed my own self just to stay close to him. I tried to find a peace in him, not knowing I will be the one to left torn and hollow from inside. Jaiveer Singh Rathore is my custom-made hell and as much I want to get away from him, I found myself taking a solace in him. I've tried to stop myself, to stop the toxicity in me, but I can't. What happens when two toxic beings collide? They sucked the life out of each other until there is nothing inside. I am self-destructive when I chosed Jaiveer Singh Rathore for myself. Did enough destruction to get him all for myself. My Veer. My Monster. But is it enough? Will I ever be enough for him? ________________ I am ruined. Destroyed in such a way that there is nothing left to be fixed. But I don't pity myself. I've made myself what I am. Because I am self-destructive and so as Shravani Datta. She knew and still chose to chose me. A Marriage Pact. And her hopeful eyes that she will change me for good, not knowing she is stepping into a hell, and she will get as destroyed as me. She is unaware that my darkness will overpower her light. Shravani Datta is my custom-made heaven, the only human who have seen the real me. And I hate her for it. I hate her for understanding me and my tendencies. She shouldn't have chose me, she shouldn't have put herself in this situation, but she did. And now there is no looking back. She is stuck now. My Ravenous heart can't wait to ravished her.

A twisted tale of obsession, control, and the kind of darkness that doesn't just haunt you... it 'owns' you. Where manipulation is foreplay, and love is just another weapon. (Mature content ahead! Reader discretion is adviced )

In which I fall in love with my brother's best friend. ***** "Don't pretend like you don't feel anything." His voice is low, sending shivers down my spine. "What do you mean?" "You know damn well what I mean." "I don't know what you're talking about." I pretend to ignore him, flipping some pages in my book. "Come on. I have all these assignments waiting. Aren't you supposed to teach me tonight?" "It depends on what you want me to teach." He smirks, his voice sounding even more dangerous. ***** I thought that my brother was the most popular guy in school, but as soon as I step into my university life, I realize how wrong I was. Meet Vaughn Cooper, his best friend. The guy is the epitome of every girl's dream. Godlike handsome. The quarterback. He's got the looks, and he's got the brain. Come on, he's got the scholarship to one of the most prestigious universities in the country, while I have just barely passed the entrance examination after long years of struggle during high school. How could a guy who worked that hard and deserves nothing more but adoration be labeled as a bad boy? Yeah, the answer is simple. The moment we lock eyes, I realize something as I stare into those piercing, amber eyes. He's not every girl's dream. He's every girl's nightmare. In my case, MY nightmare. Calm down, heart. Our story hasn't even started. ***** THE SPENCERS SERIES BOOK #1 © 2020 Anya Jayvyn. All Rights Reserved. (Content warning: This book has descriptive sexual content, explicit language, and triggering themes)

I looked at her possessively before grabbing her by the nape of her neck and pulling her closer to me, our lips a breath away. "You are mine. Only mine. Understand?" I gritted out and she nodded slowly. "Good. Because I'll fucking kill any man who lays his hand on you. On what's mine." I said and crashed my lips onto hers. I kissed her roughly and possessively, I made her know who she belonged to. And if anyone said otherwise, they'd have to deal with a bullet in their head. * * * Nicholas 'Ace' King - Don of the Italian Mafia and the most feared person around. Dove Winchester - A bright college student, with a fire inside her only a few know about. When Dove bumps into the Mafia king at her favourite café, how will he react? She seems to bump into him in various places that her friends say it's fate... but is it? Will Dove grow closer to Nicholas and put his past behind them or will she question all her morals to be with him? Will Nicholas learn to love or will he be dragged down with his bloody past? Keep Reading to find out! #1 in Passion #1 in College #1 in Café #1 in Blue Eyes #1 in Rich #1 in Beautiful #1 in Bad Past #1 in Girl #1 in Guy #1 in Jealousy #1 in Hot Guys #2 in Italian #2 in Bad ass #3 in Dark Romance #4 in Singer #4 in Mafia #5 in Billionaire #6 in Possessive #11 in Friends & Family #11 in College Stories #12 in Love