Daria Cole never expected her quiet high-school tutor partner to return as the new Mafia King of New York. Nico Costa. Bigger. Colder. Tattooed. And looking at her like she's the only softness he'll ever touch. She thinks they're just friends. He knows better. "Say the word," he murmured against my neck, "and I'll ruin any man who thinks he can touch what's mine." A soft, innocent girl. A very dangerous man. Five years of tension ready to explode. A Dark Romance #1 Sunshinexgrump (Dec 15th) #1 bwwm (Dec 17th) #1 mafiaboss (Dec 17th) #1 yearn (Dec 18th) First Book : Kill For Her Book Two : Enzo Wow! You guys have been showing so much love! Thank you! Published Dec 10th 2025 Trigger warning: This story contains sexual content and mature themes. Reader discretion is advised.

People says you are rich when your parents are with you, you are wealthy when your parents support you in life but what happened to those who are abandoned by their parents? Durga was only a day old when her grandmother denied to accept her because she was a girl, only a week old when she was abandoned by her father because she was born with dark skin, a month old when her mother left her with her nani (maternal grandmother) with a promise she will come every month to visit her. But after a year when her brother was born her mother forgot she ever had a daughter. 16 years passed with sorrow and desire to buy a new dress like any other normal girl, but she knew with the condition of her grandparents it was even hard to arrange two time's meal... Fortunately she used to get free meals at school. It was another reason for her to attend school nor with book or any other necessary items for class she usually used to stand outside of the classroom as punishment for not taking books with her. but it was not her fault. AMIT SHEKHAR CHOWDHRY : People says what else do you need when you are born in Thakur's family, you are already born with golden spoon. Well, it's not a lie, Thakur do have everything people dream about but is that true? AMIT SHEKHAR CHOWDHRY, sarpanch of 10 villages, powerful, and respected among the villagers. He is tall, board, not breathtaking handsome as heros described in novels but he is very imtidating. He has pursued law from a very prestigious university of that time. He is legally a lawyer but doesn't practice in court, he prefers to focus on his responsibilities more, towards the villagers. He is currently 27 years old and still unmarried. Everyone in the village want to marry off their daughter with him but for him only a girl who is equally educated and mature as him can be his life partner, can take care of his mother's legacy. What will happen when this two completely different person's world will collide together? ____

A TOXIC LOVE STORY~ "Why did you marry off me to Sirish, Daddy? Why not Harsh? Or any other man?" I ask my father looking at my wedding chain, my eyes burning with hot tears. He leans forward and cups my cheek, "Aren't you happy with Sirish?" his tone is dripping the guilt while his face is emotionless. A tear rolls down my cheeks. Removing his hands off my face, I wipe it. "It's not about happiness, Daddy. Since I got married to Sirish this question is bugging me. What you saw in him to get me married to him?" I mean it. Why only Sirish out of every other guy? The wrinkles over the corner of his eyes dominate his handsome features when he smiles at me, "I saw myself in Sirish, Princess." We both halt our gaze on my husband, Sirish Ajay Thakur. I pin my intense gaze on Sirish who avoids Dad's admiring eyes, "Are you like my father, Sirish?" He lifts his head surprised at my question and he is tongue-tied. Can Sirish ever be like my father at least in one aspect? I smile at my fate and turn my attention back to Dad, "No one can be like you, Daddy, and Sirish will never be like you," my words were sharp and clear for my dad to understand at least now. Dad pulls me and Sirish in a hug and his face beams with happiness, "Maybe. But he is Sirish Ajay Thakur, my student, that's enough to trust him with my daughter" Dad kisses Sirish's hands and places mine in Sirish's, "He will make you strong, Namrata Sirish Thakur." I and Sirish lock our eyes and more tears spring in my eyes when he doesn't guilty after everything he did. I close my eyes sinking myself in Dad's warmness, "You are wrong! You selected the worst person as my husband, Daddy. A person who calls me maid, a person who doesn't trust me, a person who cheats on me, a person who wants to torture me, Daddy," I cry to myself at my helplessness. ******************************************

† 𝐑𝐎𝐘𝐀𝐋 𝐂𝐔𝐑𝐓𝐀𝐈𝐍'𝐒 𝐀𝐅𝐅𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐒 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒 𝟏† 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐄𝐃𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐆𝐈𝐅𝐓 𝐄𝐌𝐈𝐑 𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐇 𝐀𝐑𝐘𝐀𝐕𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐇 - 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐀𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐎 𝐎𝐖𝐍𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 - is a 30 year old businessman who is considered one of the richest businessman in the whole world but no one knows that he is a leader of mafia world . There is no illegal business in which he is not involved. He is in a relationship with a girl named Riya Chaudhary since last 5 years but there is no physical connection between them. He hates physical connection. 𝐒𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐘𝐀 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐔𝐇𝐀𝐍-𝐀 𝐅𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐘 𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐓 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐊 - is a 22 year old sweet girl with green eyes like a lake and innocence clearly visible on her face and her long, thick hair looks like the night sky. She was like a magical fairy descended from heaven. Her husband's name is Yuvraaj khanna . Her father got her married to his best friend's son when she was 20 years old. She loves her husband a lot but she and her father doesn't know how whore of husband yuvraaj is. But why did fate play such a game with Emir and Shreya that their paths crossed or should we say someone else played this game? 𝐄𝐌𝐈𝐑 & 𝐒𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐘𝐀 - 𝐀 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐃 𝐈𝐍 𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐎D "Aap esa kyu kar rahe hai mere sath apki zindagi me to woh hai na jisse aap pyaar karta hai"she said tears continuously flowing from her eyes. "Tumne sahi kaha koi hai par zyada der nahi or rahi baat pyaar ki to woh me kisi se nahi karta"he said while wiping her tears . "par me already shadi shuda hu" she said "That doesn't matter to me you will marry me otherwise I will destroy your father and not so precious husband " he said in a very calm

She "Yuvansh..." He "Yes, my goddess..." Book-1 in the FORBIDDEN series. "Loving you is my sweetest sin, and my heart will pay the price forever"... Trope: Enemies to lovers Gener: Dark romance • Saranya × Yuvansh • Doctor × Mafia • Enemies to lover • Forced marriage • Dark romance • Slow burn • He fell first and harder • Age gap YUVANSH SINGH RAJVANSHI (34)-the name itself carries a quiet terror. Lord of the underworld and the most powerful, dominating businessman across Asia. Cold, distant, and merciless, he keeps the world at arm's length. Few have ever glimpsed the rare softness he guards for the handful he calls his own. Behind his unyielding gaze lies a cruel past-a shadowed curse known only to those daring enough to look beyond the darkness. SARANYA OBEROI (26)-a brilliant surgeon. Ethereal in her grace, she seems almost goddess-like, a quiet vision of timeless beauty that draws every gaze yet keeps her soul veiled. Life has caged her in a cruel fate, under the sharp rule of a stepmother who treats her more like a prisoner than a daughter. Behind her soft elegance burns an unshaken resolve. The world calls her brother's death a suicide, but Saranya feels the truth in her bones-it was murder. She carries a promise: to uncover the shadowed killer and bring the real story to light. ___________________***___________________ "You are a divine temptation," he murmured, voice dropping lower, "my sin to commit, my prayer to whisper..." He leaned in, brushing his lips against her cheek, her jawline, his breath hot against her skin despite the cold rain. "...mine to ruin..." he said, his voice dark, seductive. Saranya shivered-not from the rain-but from the way his lips ghosted over her skin, setting her nerves ablaze. "...and mine to worship," he finished. Started on - 5th February 2025 Ended on - 7th June 2025 _________________________________________

"Ouchh," I cried trying to balance. I looked up at him with soft eyes, flushed cheeks. He looked into my eyes with his knitted ones. His hair lying over his sweaty forehead. I never presumed to glimpse him this close. His photographs conveyed his good looks but his dominating aura was hard to handle. I was feeling scared to even breathe in his arms. Bringing his fingers to my face he gently pushed hair strands behind my ear. I lowered my eyes feeling extremely shy. "Sambhal kar chaliye zara, har waqt bahein nahi hongi hamari sambhalne ko," he said in a scratchy tone. There was a hint of taunt present. I knitted my brows to his words and quickly matched his aura. "Hume chahiye bhi nahi," I said glaring at him. He shot his eyebrows a little and I pushed him to leave angrily. Turning around I stepped up on another dumbbell and slipped over it again. I threw my hands in the air for support and once again found him snaking my waist and pulling my back closer to his chest. "Are you sure," he asked over my ears. I angrily looked back at him, found him smirking. "Baahon mein girte girte, mohabbat me mat giriyega hamare," he whispered looking into my eyes. "Kabhi nahi," I replied and left. I royally ignored his taunt only to end up marrying him. Day by day my feelings for him grew stronger though finding happiness was becoming a risky game. But I was heartbroken upon discovering that he only married me out of pity and loved someone else who he was to marry. Not having parents from young age now made me helpless. It felt good to leave home where my family cared for me all these years, after my parents. I did not want to go back and be a burden again. But living this life with him didn't seem fruitful either. This is love story of Tejas Pratap Rathore and Sunaina Maan Singh. Storyline takes place in the early years of 21st century (2001). A beloved saga tying them together in love and commitment whilst they dwell over misunderstandings and growing feelings.

_____________________________________ ✨THE DEVIL I CALLED HUSBAND ✨ _____________________________________ Amisha (eleven, white kurta, black skirt brushing ankles, single thick braid swinging) appeared at the archway. Her eyes were huge, confused. "Kahan ja rahe ho aap?" She twisted the end of her braid. "Sab log aapko bye bolne aaye hain..." He didn't turn. "Foreign. Padhne." Her sandals scraped closer. "Kitne din?" No answer. "Wapas kab aaoge?" Still nothing. "Aap wahan kya padhoge? Maths? Woh pulley wala?" She tried a smile. "Mujhe bhi sikha dena jab-" "AMISHA, CHUP!" The roar exploded, raw, vicious. He spun, face twisted, eyes black fire. "KITNI BAAR BOLNA PADEGA? MUJHSE SAWAL MAT KAR! HAR BAAT MEIN MUJH PAR LATKTI HO JAISE KOI GADDI HO! MAIN JA RAHA HOON AUR TUMHARA KOI HAQ NAHI HAI ROKNE KA!" She froze, braid mid-swing. "SAMJHAA? TUM EK BOJH HO! SIRF RONA AATA HAI! MOTI, CHOTI, BEWAQoof LADKI! MAIN YAHAN SE NIKAL RAHA HOON AUR TUM MERE LIYE KUCH BHI NAHI HO! KUCH BHI NAHI!" Each word was a slap. He stepped closer, towering. "AGAR EK AUR SAWAL KIYA NA, TOH AAJ HI IS HAVELI SE NIKALWA DUNGA! JAO! ABHI! MUJHSE DOOR!" Silence cracked open. Amisha's face drained white, then flooded crimson. Her lips parted-no sound. Tears spilled, instant, silent, huge. She turned. Ran. White kurta flashing like a ghost down the corridor, braid whipping behind her like a broken rope. Sobs tore out of her throat (sharp, animal, terrified). Abhiraj stood rooted, chest heaving. The courtyard blurred. His own voice echoed back, monstrous. He punched the pillar once-hard. Knuckles split. This story is from 2000's era.but it will be not that old time one okay there will be still some moment which shows that this family have mind okay.enjoy!!

❛You all must have heard that a ray of light is definitely visible in the darkness which takes us towards light. But what if instead of light the devil is seen in the darkness?❜ ✧ AVAYAN SINGH RATHORE, A twenty eight years old handsome, but arrogant and short tempered man. Apart from anger he has no other emotion. For everyone he is the chair person of 'Rathore Group of Construction', but in actuall he is a Mafia King, The Mad Wolf, whose name is enough to make the world tremble but no one knows the face behind this dangerous name. He never thought that a girl would suddenly come into his life and with her arrival, he would be able to feel the beats of his dead heart, he would be able to feel the emotion of love in his hate-filled dark life. ♡ NITYA SINHA, A twenty two years old beautiful, sweet and innocent girl. She lost her parents and her stepmother has made her life hell. She wanted to sell her for money. She has a lot of love for everyone in her heart but she never got anyone's love. But she never thought that someone would come into her life who would love her the way she always wanted. ✧ The story of two broken souls who healed each other through the feelings they had for each other. BOOK #01 in series 'DEATH GAMER'

Highly Mature content 18+⚠️🔞 It's in both Hindi and English translations. BOOK IST IN VILLAIN SERIES It all started when her eyes meet his. She was the best neurosurgeon of the country considering herself no less than god. Betrayed by her first love and spending her childhood and teenage life in child juvenile and rehabiliation she was alone all her life. She hasn't experienced any emotions in her life. People call her walking red flag but for her, red flag people are less dangerous than those who pretend to be green flag. For all her life she believes that black is contant but the moment her eyes met his , those pitch black eyes , first time she saw colours of black. He was a not a hero but villain of this story. She knew he was a beast but wanted to explore him more. He knew he is not good for her and she will be a jinx for him. But when red thread of fate tied them together the more they know each other, the more they get obsessed with each other. Saira was a doctor but she needs the healing most . Shaveer was the inspector but the most corrupted person. He has only one aim in his life . To become the most powerful in this world so he can fulfill someone's wish. He knew he cant heal her . But she wanted to be healed only by him. She has both in her life..A hero and a villain. She could choose a hero and live a perfect life and a hope for a happy family.. But she made the most bizzare choice of her life. Read out to see the most beautiful shade of black. Be ready to experience not so ordinary love story of Monster doctor and beast mafia who find their obsession for each other, their solace in each other , who loved each other like there is no tomorrow and who can burn whole world for each other... Story about second love , suspense , hate, thriller and a lot of steamy romance. Give this story a chance and find out all by yourself. ♥️ #breastfeeding #kink #smut #darkromance #mildbdsm #steamy

"What... what are you saying, Mami?" Vinita's voice was barely a whisper, yet it carried the weight of her disbelief, frustration, and barely contained fury. "I can't do this... I won't! I still have my studies-" "You don't have a choice, girl." The sharp, authoritative voice cut through her words like a blade. "This marriage will happen. If not willingly, then forcefully. And when things go wrong, don't blame me for what comes next." A chill ran down her spine, but not out of fear-out of the sheer rage building inside her. Her nails dug so deep into her palms that she felt the sting of pain, but she refused to show weakness. Not to them. She clenched her jaw, forcing her voice to stay steady. "What do you mean by 'what comes next'? Are you threatening me?" The old man smirked-a knowing, satisfied smirk. The kind that didn't just show dominance but the certainty of an already sealed fate. "Think whatever you want, but stop wasting our time and come downstairs." Vinita parted her lips to protest, to fight back-but before she could, her Mami spoke, her voice laced with forced obedience. "You don't have to worry, Bhaisahab... I will prepare her and bring her down." Her heart stopped. Prepare her? As if she was an offering. A prize to be presented. The man didn't wait for another word. He turned and walked away, his every step echoing the weight of his unquestionable command. Vinita felt her breath falter, her world spinning as reality crashed down on her. No. No, this can't be happening. She turned to her Mami, her voice trembling with rage and betrayal. "Mami... do you even hear yourself? Marriage? My marriage? And to three men?!" Her Mami sighed, as if she was the one bearing the burden. "Vinita, my love... try to understand. If you refuse, what will happen to our honor? What will people say about us?" "Honor?" A bitter laugh escaped her lips, raw and hollow. "So my life is worth less than your honor?" ❋ -READ AUTHOR'S NOTE... FOR MORE DETAILS!!