∆°HIS SWEET TROUBLE°∆ "I hate you," I muttered under my breath. "Ohh, so i will fuck you so hard that you'll forget the feeling of hate in pleasure." He said. "I will still hate you asshole" i said with an comeback. "Let's try it then" She's cute but he's insane °^SAINT VALLEY'S ^° He was the king of the high school, handsome and charming, with an ego that matched his popularity. He was every saint valley's girls dream but he was madly obsessed with the girl. someone else who hates him from the core of her heart. But that's what he find it special about it. Every girl likes him but she hates him and that's made her unique. She was aanya And aanya was his. Only his. He can do whatever he want to do with her but only he. His to hate, his to want, his to own Kabir X aanya At first, they couldn't stand each other. Or kabir pretending to fight just to get attention from her She thought he was arrogant, and he was madly obsessed with her. Their arguments were intense, filled with hatred. But as they were forced to work together, they began to see a different side of each other. His charm intrigued her, and her strength captivated him. Before long, and then our little aanya started developing little soft crush for kabir. His hate turned into a dangerous obsession, leading them to discover a passionate love they never expected. °^HIGHLY MATURE CONTENT READ ON YOUR OWN RISK.^°

"Treat my wound" he said, laying down on the cold floor of the maid's room in his mansion. "B...but it's too deep. I can't... you need to go to the hospital, sir" the maid replied, her lips trembling, tears pooling in her eyes. "Do it" he said calmly, no trace of pain on his face as he turned his back toward her, his skin carved with wounds. With shaking hands, she stepped closer, the first-aid kit clutched tightly. Tears slid down her cheeks as she began treating him. He lay there on the floor, careless of dignity, of blood, of the world, his eyes fixed on her. And in them lived something forbidden... something powerful enough to destroy everything. He asked her to treat his wounds. But what he truly wanted... was for her to heal him. And she...she was forbidden to even think of him. Forget healing him. What will happen when a sinister mafia becomes obsessed with his maid? Will a soft, pure-hearted girl fall in love with the man the world fears to even look at? Read the story to find out what destiny has planned for them.

"You know what to do,Keep that cunt wet for me." 23-year-old, Vanora Chris was bored of her lousy college life for two years. Until her life collides with her new Anatomy professor. 33-year-old Professor, Kyren Monroe. He was reborn after escaping a toxic relationship with his college sweetheart,Natasha.That's when his eyes met hers. It began with stolen glances and accidental touches. But what followed was a marriage proposal. Vanora thought marrying Professor Kyren Monroe meant passion.She didn't know it meant obsession.His desire isn't tender. -it's compulsive,relentless and laced with a dangerous hunger he can't control.And in his world...She's both the cure and disease. They both carry secrets. The only question is - who will uncover the truth first?

Set in the elite halls of the Royal Academia of Paris, two heirs of rival families are bound by legacy and forbidden from falling in love. But when the past comes out, showing the betrayal behind their families rivalry, everything changes. She is expected to be flawless. He is trained to never break. In a world where wealth demands perfection in the way you live, talk, and even breathe. They dare to be imperfectly themselves. Together, they create a world where flaws are not hidden but embraced. Yet, love is never simple. Will their families ever accept what they share? Or will the weight of betrayal and legacy crush their chance at happiness? An imperfectly perfect blend of love.

She is lonely, scared, and broken-a girl who has known nothing but pain. He is power, darkness, and sin-the Russian devil who has set his sights on her. He doesn't want her love. He wants to own her. To break her. To corrupt her. She's too naive, too untouched, too fragile. But that only makes him want to ruin her more. Her POV: My life has never been fair, but maybe that's just my curse. Like a moth drawn to the flame, I find myself pulled toward danger, knowing it will destroy me. And him... he makes me feel things I shouldn't. Things that terrify me. Things I crave. His POV: She moans my name like it's a prayer, but I am no saint. I won't take her to heaven. I'll drag her to hell-my hell. She will be my whore. My kitten. Mine. He is her destruction, but she is his lifeline. And he will never let her go. ⚠️ This story contains dark and extreme themes that may be distressing for some readers. Proceed with caution. ⚠️ Abduction/Kidnapping Captivity & Imprisonment Non-Con/Dub-Con (Non-Consensual & Dubious Consent) Toxic & Abusive Relationships Branding/Marking with Hot Iron Violence & Physical Abuse Sexual Violence & Assault Psychological Manipulation & Gaslighting Stockholm Syndrome Possessive & Controlling Behavior Self-Harm & Suicidal Thoughts Murder & Torture Blood & Gore Weapons & Gun Violence Drugging & Intoxication Human Trafficking Themes Pet Names Used in a Degrading Manner Infidelity & Betrayal Forced Dependency Deprivation (Food, Sleep, etc.) ⚠️ Reader discretion is strongly advised. This book is not suitable for sensitive readers.

𝐅𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐄𝐧𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬 She wants freedom, he craves control - but when their families force them into marriage, their union becomes a dangerous game of power, passion, and betrayal. ... Emilia, a mixture of Enzo and Elianna. She isn't afraid of anyone and is a headstrong force to be reckoned with. For most of her life, Emilia had only had two goals in mind: attaining her degree and finding her forever. Santo, a mixture of darkness and cruelty. He loves to be in control and is known for being the heartless leader who killed his people. For most of his life, Santo had only one goal in mind: kill anyone who gets in his way. ... A marriage between these two will result in a disaster. What will happen when the fathers of these two strike up a deal that will benefit both mafias? Will Santo stop Emilia from achieving those two goals she has in mind or will she stop him first? ・‥...━━━━━━━☆☆━━━━━━━...‥・ A STAND-ALONE! *SLOWBURN* *MATURE* This book contains sex scenes, some inappropriate language, physical and verbal abuse which may be triggering for some readers. Please read at one's own risk as a trigger warning will not be designated at each chapter. THANK YOU FOR THESE TOP RANKINGS #1 in enemiestolovers #1 in enemies #1 in mafia #1 in mafiaprincess #1 in Italianmafia #1 in hate #1 in rivals #1 in slow burn #1 in lovers #1 in agegap #1 in arrangedmarriage #1 in forecedmarriage #1 in sunshinexgrumpy #1 in mafiaromance #1 in darkromance All Rights Reserved

What happens when a carefree, dramatic girl ends up sharing an apartment with the most disciplined and no-nonsense man she knows-who happens to be her professor too? Aryanshi Raisinghani whose middle name is CHAOTIC. On the other hand Vedarth Singh Raizada is the epitome of discipline, patience and peace-until Aryanshi enters into his perfectly structured life filling it with her endless yap, carefree attitude and voila his ppatience is now put to an ultimate test. Between morning encounters filled with awkward tension, stolen glances during lectures, but beneath the teasing words and heated glares, something else lingers. A spark which neither of them wants to acknowledge. A pull neither of them is ready to accept. Fate keeps pushing them together in the most unexpected ways. And the more they push each other away, the closer they seem to get. The more they try to stay in control, the more chaos seems to follow them like a puppy follow his mother. Because sometimes, the most unexpected connections leave the deepest marks, the most unexpected people become the most important one. And sometimes, love finds its way among of all the chaos you created. . . . . Published on:- 06/05/2025 Completed on:-

(COMPLETED< UNDER EDITING) this book has what my friend describes as "the lockdown cringe" witch is the only way to describe it. If your into that then it'll be perfect. Yes its very fast paced and i hate it but it's my first book and there's only so much editing i can do to help it. ~~~~~ Mafia Boss Abe has any girl he could possibly want at his fingertips...why would he ever choose his best friends little sister knowing the conflict it would inevitably cause between them. ~~~~~ DISCLAIMER even after editing there are still a few inevitable mistakes with my spelling because i have dyslexia...if you absolutely wish to KINDLY point them out in a non judgmental way to HELP ME with no sarcasm in any way then feel free, however petty comments on every word that is spelt incorrectly is not beneficial to me at all it just makes me feel down about my writing, thank you x

I repeat it's NEVAN SINGHA ROY whom I used to hate the most.... even if he was the last man alive in the world.... I'm not going to marry him. ℝ𝕖𝕒𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕥𝕠𝕣𝕪 , 𝕙𝕠𝕨 𝕤𝕝𝕠𝕨𝕪 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕚𝕝𝕪 𝕝𝕠𝕧𝕖 𝕓𝕝𝕠𝕠𝕞𝕖𝕕 𝕗𝕣𝕠𝕞 𝕙𝕒𝕥𝕖. Read the story with four different couples with different troupes and enjoy their bittersweet chemistry between them. ❤️

Vihaan's POV The more you run from me, the worse I'll. become for you, jaan. Anayra's POV I'll run away from you, no matter what. happens next. ~ DESCRIPTION ~ "Please... let me go," she cried, her voice trembling as she struggled in his grip. Her small hands pushed against his chest, but his hold only tightened. Vihaan stood there, expressionless-his face a mask of cold dominance. "Never," he said, his voice low and final. Without another word, he dragged her closer to the sacred fire burning before the idols of Radha and Krishna. The flames flickered, casting shadows that danced over their faces. As he began taking the vows, his hand locked around hers, her tears streaming down like shattered pearls. She kept wiggling, crying, begging-but his resolve never wavered. When the final vow was taken, she looked at him through blurred eyes, hatred lacing her trembling voice. "I hate you," she whispered, before her body gave in and she collapsed-unconscious in his arms. For a long moment, Vihaan just stared at her pale face, a dark calm settling over his features. Then, with a faint, twisted smile, he murmured, "And I'm obsessed with you." He carried her out, placing her gently on his lap as he sat inside the car. His fingers brushed against her tear-stained cheek, his voice dropping to a possessive whisper. "You're mine... only mine." No one could have imagined that one day, she would be bound to someone like this-forcefully, fatefully, irrevocably.