"P-p-please.." My voice was a jagged, stuttering mess. I frantically clawed at the basement floor, trying to scramble backward, but my limbs were shaking too violently to find traction. Tears cut through the dirt on my face as I stared up at his towering silhouette. "I-I-I'm sorry... I-I p-promise, ! D-don't do this, p-p-please!" Adrien stood completely unhurried, his sapphire eyes dead and hollow. His violence wasn't a fit of rage; it was a cold, calculated execution. He stepped forward, pinning my left leg flat against the concrete with his crushing weight, and brought a solid iron rod down directly onto my kneecap. Crack. An explosive, white-hot agony shattered my mind. I let out a blood-curdling shriek that bounced violently off the walls, my entire body convulsing. "A-A-Adrien! S-st-stop! I-I'm b-begging you!" I screamed, sobbing so hard I choked. Without a word, he lifted the rod again and shattered my right kneecap. I collapsed onto the freezing floor, my teeth clicking violently from the absolute shock. Before I could pass out, Adrien knelt over my trembling form. He shattered a thick sheet of glass against the table, holding a razor-sharp shard in his gloved hand. "You forgot whose name you carry, my dear," he whispered softly. "Let's make sure you remember." He pressed the jagged glass deep into the bare skin of my shoulder blade. I shrieked, my body locking into a rigid line as he began to deliberately engrave his name into my flesh. "A-A-Ahhh! N-n-no! P-p-please s-st-stop!" I sobbed, hyperventilating as hot blood drenched my back. TRIGGER WARNING‼️‼️ This book is not ordinary dark romance novel . It contains sensitive themes , abuse , sexual assaults , murder and what not. READ WITH CAUTION ‼️‼️

It was almost 10 PM. I was sitting on the bed, brushing out my hair and slowly braiding it down my back. The night felt unusually quiet. Suddenly, my phone buzzed on the side table. I turned my head, wiping my hands to clothes as I walked over to pick it up. But before I could reach He got there first. Karan picked up the phone, casually glancing at the screen. His jaw tightened. "Ayden," he read out loud. His voice low. Dark. Sharp enough to cut. My heart stopped. "He's just a classmate," I said quickly, trying to sound calm. "Maybe he wants to talk about our group presentation. It's scheduled day after tomorrow." He looked at me. Cold. Calculating. Then, without another word, he answered the call and pressed the speaker button before handing me the phone. I hesitantly took it. "Hello...?" "Oh hey baby," Ayden's voice came through the phone, too loud, too playful. "Finally! Where were you? I called you twice earlier." I felt my skin crawl. Karan's gaze didn't move from me. "I...I was busy. Tell me fast, what's the matter?" I asked, trying to keep it formal. "Yeah yeah, about the presentation," Ayden replied, "we'll meet tomorrow and go through the slides together. Also, let's have lunch together, okay?" "No, Ayden, I can't. I have to come home early. You know the rules here," I said, trying to sound firm. "Oh come on, Aira," he insisted, "It won't take long. I'll drop you back before time. Don't worry, baby." he said playfully. "Ayden, please..." I tried again, feeling heat rise in my cheeks. "I said I can't.." Before I could finish my sentence, Karan snatched the phone from my hand and in one swift motion. Slam. Crack. The phone flew from Karan's hand and shattered into pieces against the floor. I gasped. My entire body froze. His eyes didn't blink. He turned to me, slow and deadly. "You're done with your college." My lips parted. "W-what?" "You heard me," he said, voice like ice. "You don't get to talk to anyone. Especially someone who calls you baby

"Le.. let me.. ee go "- A boy was continuously begging in front of the man sitting in front of him. The man had a cruel smirk on his face. " Ohh My cute little Zaya you really thought I would let you go after whatever I have done to get you, Tsk tsk tsk So innocent of you "- That man said " What have I done to you, why are you doing this to me " The man started laughing after hearing what his baby boy has said - "Yes you have done a very big mistake, the mistake of stepping you foot into my mansion . You made me feel something I have not felt in years, the day I saw you was the day I decided you are mine " What will happen when a man will get obsessed with a boy who is his son's best friend ?

MML pov No one ever dared to raise their hand on me not even my father . Who she thinks I am she will regret meeting me and I will make sure . Girls die to just get a glimpse of me and she just fucking slapped me how dare she . Now I saw u my Schatz and I own every bit of you the blood that flows in my veins is longing that glimpse of your smile and those kurvige schenkel I will surely own them . Rated 1st :property Jan 4th 2026 Rated 1st : adult content Feb 15th 2026 Rated 1st : abusive content March 12th 2026 Rated2nd : dominant April 11 2026 FML pov My friends told me h-he is the son of the founder of this university I am gone . B-but i didn't do anything wrong he was the one who touched me what he thought after placing those filthy hands on me . Nad moreover i just wore a godamn black saree nothing revealing. My mother said it correct boys r the filthy creature i hate them . Tropes: Fragile fl★Dominant ml Age gap Abusive marriage Morally grey ml Stalker

The story revolves around the Rathore family - a powerful and deeply orthodox household where patriarchy rules every corner of the mansion. The men in this family have grown up believing that dominance equals respect, and control is love. They don't know how to value a woman's voice, emotions, or choices. For them, women are meant to obey, not speak. Tradition is their excuse, and ego is their religion. The male leads are cold, aggressive, and emotionally unavailable. They carry the burden of their family legacy like a badge of honor, believing it's their right to command and their privilege to be obeyed. In this toxic environment, women are expected to be submissive, soft-spoken, and endlessly sacrificing. But what happens when the fire within these silent women finally dares to rise?

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Dangerous Romance Meet Emelie who is a sweet, loving innocent 23 years old girl that only lives with her parents. She is loved by everyone because of her naive kindness that cost her and others life in the future... Alex The oldest brother, 30 years old, he is a mafia monster dressed like a goddess. Lot of tattoos and hot asf. If you see him don't try to run because he will catch you in one second. He is feared by everyone who lives in the world with his brother Elijah. Elijah He is 29 years old, he is a mafia monster dressed like a goddess beside his brother. Lot of tattoos and hot asf too. He loves playing games so he want a cat and a mouse game. He is also feared by everyone side by side. He can be sweet but don't let it trick you.

I hear Timothy huff. "Come back to the house voluntarily and I'll go easy on you for your punishment." He sounds bored. I guess he's not enjoying running after me anymore. Still I ignore him and continue to walk forward. My walk is more like a drunken wobble now. Everything hurts. I get a few feet further before he pulls me back by my hair. "Stop being stubborn." It feels like he's trying to pull my hair from my scalp. I scream and scratch at his hands. "Let me go!" "You like it when I chase after you. Huh, Rose." He's breathing hard. Oh my god. This is really how I'm going to die. He pushes me onto the ground then grabs my leg. I grab and claw at the ground as he starts to drag me back towards the house. Stones, roots and dirt rub against my body scratching me. I can't continue to be dragged like this. We are at least three miles away from his house. "Let me up, I can walk!" I can barely recognize my own voice. It's so raw. He continues to drag me for a little while longer before picking me up and throwing me over his shoulder. My body hangs from his limp. When we arrive at the house he takes me straight to his bedroom. He tosses me on the bed like I'm a pillow making my head bang against the headboard. I grab my head and cover my face. "Strip." He breaks the silence. This is darker than Mia.

Reyansh had broken Aarohi's world with the cruel precision of a man who had never heard the word no, a man who mistook resistance for an insult and defiance for a declaration of war. His revenge had not been a moment of rage but a masterpiece of cruelty, crafted slowly, deliberately, and with devastating accuracy. It was personal. It was intimate. And it was unforgettable in the way wounds that never fully heal always are. But power, especially the kind built on fear and blood, always demands its price and Reyansh has finally begun to bleed for his sins. The woman he once trapped with his obsession, the woman he broke without mercy, is now the only one who can drag him out of the abyss he created. Redemption is a distant, brutal dream... but for the first time, he found himself caged in his own redemption, held by a need so powerful it could bring a man to his knees. Aarohi, however, wants nothing from him. Not his remorse and certainly not the love he never knew how to give; a love that came wrapped in chains, threats, and unspoken ruin. ~~~~~~~ Dive into a journey where revenge scars, redemption burns, and love becomes something worth killing.....and dying for.