She thought she was free. Until a billionaire and his daughter saw her - and decided she was theirs. One wanted a wife. The other wanted a mother. Neither asked if she agreed. They watched her for two years. Followed her every move. Until one day, they flew across the world and bought her future - with smiles, paperwork, and charm that smelled like roses but felt like chains. Now, she sleeps in silk sheets she didn't choose. Wears clothes she didn't buy. Answers to a name she didn't earn. Every touch is a test. Every night is a transaction. And every whispered "I love you" is a warning. She hides pills beneath her tongue. She dreams of running. But there is no escape - only a cage made of wealth, obsession, and unbearable intimacy. Because he doesn't just want her body. He wants her compliance. Her mind. Her loyalty. Her womb. And when the daughter discovers the truth - she doesn't cry. She accuses. Now the doors are locked. The smiles are gone. And the only thing more terrifying than being watched... is being needed. This isn't love. This is possession with a wedding ring. This is family, twisted into obsession. This is what happens when a girl becomes the answer to someone else's madness. ---

"Millions of reasons, Tanya. All perfectly legal, or perfectly arranged to seem that way. I don't make threats. I explain consequences." He stepped close to her again, cupping her chin with his hand. His touch was like ice. She was too terrified to pull away. "So, you will sit tight. You will go to your school. You will teach my nephew. And you will look very, very pretty while doing it. You will not make me angry again. Understood?" A single, hot tear of pure, helpless rage escaped and traced a path down her cheek. He saw it. His dark eyes glittered with a perverse kind of satisfaction. He leaned in, his lips brushing her cheekbone where the tear had fallen. The kiss was chillingly soft, a brand of ownership. "You see?" he murmured, his breath warm against her skin. "You look so pretty when you cry angrily. Like a good girl who finally understands her place." ___________________________________________ Love is a lie they tell to make obsession sound pretty. When Vardaan Rathore, a man whose bloodline was woven with power and violence, walked into her classroom, Tanya saw a negligent uncle. He saw the first and last woman who would ever tell him no. His obsession became her sentence. There was no courtship. Only a silent, brutal campaign of possession. Her life decided to conquer a queen, and the beautiful, terrible ruin he made of her in the process. #1 forced love #1 Darklove #1 runawayheroine #1 Captive Romance #1 Manipulation #1 Political Romance #1 Brokenheroine #1 Forcedintimacy #1 Forced relation #1 Darkromancebooks #3 Indian #3 desi #3 teacher #4 badboy #35 Dark romance

Venus has her entire life destroyed in a matter of seconds. Her psychotic obsessed ex-boyfriend, Caleb, killed her parents right as the virus broke out. Venus is focusing on surviving the zombies out in the world while also making sure to evade Caleb and the cult following that he has behind him.

•Highest Rank #1 in Disturbing; Highest Rank #1 in Catcher • For the longest time I did not see his face. He was an enigma. I think that was the most terrifying part; trying to guess what he would do next. Because of his veiled identity there were fleeting moments I forgot he was even human - a living, breathing, person. It really scares me to think about what people are capable of doing in the consuming mindset of misguided obsession. ______

"I hate you. I hate you so much! You chain me to the table to eat. You chain me to the bed when I sleep. You chain me for anything that takes longer than fifteen fucking minutes!" He stared at me. A growing smile appearing on his face. "I like seeing that I'm in control of you. That there isn't a place that you can run from me. That you will never be able to fight back," I stared back at him, my chest rising up and down as I was trying to control my breathing from my outburst. "That you're mine." Natalie Hunt wanted a nice and quiet senior year after the terrifying events from the summer. After seeing what a monster he was, she had every intention of staying away from her ex-boyfriend, Evan Hale. Evan Hale...had other things in mind for their senior year.

After narrowly escaping her deadly neighbor "Kellan", Alina destroyed her once charming cottage and set out yet again to start new. Starting over is never easy, especially not when you are as widely recognized and polarizing as Alina. Her unusual tale has inadvertently started a cult. A cult that wants to be her, a cult that wants to be Kellan. A cult that wants to find Kellan. How do you find a ghost killer, a man who remains untraceable? You have to have the right bait.

Dating tip 101: What do you do when everyone you've ever dated has left you for someone else leaving you broken hearted? The answer is simple, you make sure the next person you date doesn't get the chance to meet anyone else. EVER. CW: mature themes and some explicit scenes *** This is my first novel that I wrote here in 2015. I removed it because I didn't really want this kind of story representing my works but due to some requests have decided to repost it with some edits. As its my first story, please feel free to point out any grammar mistakes etc that I've made. It would mean alot to me if u'll gave me some feedback and enjoy my story!!. :) :) :)

*cover image is not mine* After an unexpected divorce, Alina goes back to her hometown in search of a new place to call home. With a strict budget, and little wiggle room, she finds herself settling for a charming small cottage style home on the outskirts, that nobody seems to want. It's a steal! The only draw back seems to be the intimidating neighbor. As odd things start happening, and an unusual encounter, Alina realizes she might have gotten more than she bargained for.

"Soothe the devils in my head, love me to my death." In which a psychiatrist gets kidnapped by a serial killer, only to lose her mind.

Margo has to marry a man she doesn't know. And Mr. Vernon happens to be a very very... Strange person.