The cold press of steel against her forehead was nothing compared to the fire blazing in his eyes. His fingers, calloused and commanding, dug into her waist as though she might vanish if he loosened his grip. Her breath came out in ragged, uneven bursts, but her chin lifted, trembling yet defiant, meeting the monster in front of her head-on. The gun didn't waver, but his eyes did. "Kill me.," she whispered, her voice breaking like glass. Her plea was not born of weakness but of exhaustion - a soul battered too long by a storm she never chose. Tears clung stubbornly to her lashes but didn't fall. She wouldn't give him the satisfaction of seeing her break. For a heartbeat, silence pulsed between them, louder than any gunshot. His thumb brushed against her skin - not gently, but like a warning, a claim. The metal against her forehead was ice; his palm at her waist burned. She closed her eyes, almost welcoming the darkness she thought would follow. But nothing came. No shot. No release. Only his ragged breath, heavy with something she couldn't name. "Say it again," he growled, voice low, dangerous, and rough. Her eyes snapped open, tears flowing like a free river through her eyes, and for the first time she saw it - the crack in his armor. He hated her for asking, hated himself for hesitating. "I said KILL ME. PLEASE just do it," she repeated, louder this time, as though her words could pierce through whatever war was raging inside him. "I-I can't go through this anyy-m-more." And for the first time in his life, the man who never blinked at blood, at screams, at endings, faltered. His finger tightened on the trigger. His grip on her waist tightened too. The world narrowed down to this moment - predator and prey, sin and innocence, violence and something dangerously close to longing.

#Book 1 of rathore's brother series The Rathore brothers rule the underworld with ruthless precision, commanding respect through fear and dominance. Their power is absolute, but their hearts remain locked in cold, impenetrable darkness. Bound by loyalty and blood, each brother brings a unique strength to their reign, making them an unstoppable force feared by them ------------------ She craved love, believing marriage would bring her the warmth she longed for, but her dreams shattered on her wedding night when reality proved colder than she could ever imagine. Who defends the queen when the king, her protector, becomes her persecutor? "Tumhare liye mere paas sirf nafrat, takleef, aur dard hai-aur.. kuch b nahi For him, she is his obsession; for her, he would paint the world in blood, ensuring no one ever dares to come between them. "My love for you will outlast time itself, an endless flame that burns beyond eternity." She never forgives, and he never forgets. When betrayal strikes, they turn into a storm of vengeance. "I will carry this hatred with me, even as my breath fades into the shadows" -------------------- The wives, once innocent, now face their beast-like husbands with quiet strength. Through patience and resilience, they learn to endure and tame the darkness, becoming stronger with each silent battle. The world may see them as fragile, but only they know the true battle fought behind closed doors-the battle between love and survival, between innocence and the beast. The truth of their hearts remains a mystery, hidden behind cold stares and unspoken words. ⚠️"This book is not for the soft-hearted. If you're looking for a gentle read, turn away now. For those brave enough to stay, welcome to a world of passion, pain, and untamed emotions. Proceed at your own risk." -------------------- "While many loves entwine in this story, the heart of it belongs to Meera and Yudhveer."

All the Feels Reading Event: Enter the spiral If "just one more chapter" sounds familiar... this is for you. From February 23-March 1, we're rewarding 15,000 readers with Coins simply for spiraling into romance. 📖 Read the stories from the All the Feels Reading List 📖 100 minutes → 100 Coins 💰 200 minutes → 200 Coins Whether you're here for butterflies, tension, drama, or full-blown obsession-the more you read, the better your chances. Go ahead. One more chapter won't hurt. It started on Wattpad and now it's hitting the screen. Read the original story that inspired the film and then watch KISSING IS THE EASY PART now available on Tubi. KISSING IS THE EASY PART is published by Wattpad Books. Please order from the link in my profile. *** Being beautiful might as well be Flora Morgan's only talent. Some of the words she hates include economy class, second-hand clothes, and budget. She likes fashion, dating, not being on time and getting what she wants - until she meets Sean, who is like the clock striking midnight; he erases all her magic power. He is as mature and sophisticated as the dark roasted coffee he drinks, while she is like a lollipop: colorful, dazzling on the outside but empty calories and artificial sweeteners on the inside. The attraction is instant, but getting a kiss is only the first step. To keep their fire burning, they must accept each other's differences and decide if what they're building is strong enough to survive trials, jealousy, expectations, and the fear of becoming someone they no longer recognize.

#BOOK TWO OF DISTRACTION SERIES Coming after 'Beautiful Distraction'◖⁠⚆⁠ᴥ⁠⚆⁠◗

❛They say what slips from our hands no longer belongs to us. But some souls were never taught how to let go, rather... they chase what was lost like a curse written into their blood, crossing lines, burning bridges, tearing the world apart if they must. For them, possession is faith, obsession is devotion, and surrender is a sin they will never commit.❜ ✧ RUKSHIT VOHRA, a twenty-nine-year-old man, devastatingly handsome and far more dangerous than his looks could ever reveal. He is the Mafia lord known as The Death Raider, and the Chairman of the Vohra Empire. One glimpse of him is enough to make a person feel death breathing down their neck. And yet the irony of fate: the man feared by nations is obsessed with the memory of a girl he knows nothing about. He doesn't believe in fate, mercy, or forgiveness. He only believes in possession and once something enters his heart, he will cross heaven and hell to claim it. ♡ RICHA DIWAN, a twenty-four-years-old woman, brilliantly successful, the President of High Ridge Corporation before most people her age even decide what they want from life. She loves hacking, especially when it's against those who dare to challenge her. A girl shaped by discipline, sharpened by intellect, and unknowingly standing on a ticking throne of blood and power. ✧ The story of two souls who were shattered, then rose again, stronger than before, only to be shattered once more. BOOK #02 in series 'DEATH GAMER'

The door burst open, and Shivansh stood there. His hand was covered in blood, and red blood streaks marked his face, making him look terrifyingly still. "Take your clothes off," he ordered coldly, his voice sharp with rage. "What?" I whispered, my mind refusing to understand his words. He stepped closer until my back slammed into the wall. His grip tightened around my arms, sharp pain ripping a gasp from me. He leaned in, his breath hot against my ear, close enough that I could feel his anger shaking through him. "I said, remove your fucking clothes, Aarohi," he whispered, anger trembling in his voice. One look at his eyes told me everything. He knows about him. --------------------------------------------------------

Vihaan Raichand (The Cold Mafia ) "I've killed for less. But for my wife, I'll kneel-without hesitation. And those who dare raise their voice against her... I'll slit their throat without thinking twice." "She is my only peace in this cursed world. I don't care if her mind is like a child's. She doesn't need to understand this world-I'll protect her from it. She only needs to be safe... and smile "I lost her once... and I died with her. There won't be a second time. Not even fate has permission to take her from me now."* *"Let them call me mad. Let them call her broken. She's mine. And I'll tear the world apart to keep her that way Ruhanika Sehgal (His Innocent, Childlike Bride): "Vihaan came to take me... He fights the monsters, not me. Because I'm his good girl, his princess." "He says I'm his doll... But I'm real. I have a heart, and it only beats when he hugs me." "If I cry, he gets angry. Not at me. At the world. He says nobody gets to make his 'Ruhuu' sad." "When I grow up, I'll marry him again. In a big white dress... with candy!" "People say I'm slow. But I know one thing. Vihaan loves me more than the stars love the sky." He's the man the world fears-the cold Mafia King with blood on his hands. But for her, he softens. For his innocent, childlike bride, Vihaan Raichand becomes something the world never thought he could be-gentle. "She's my only peace in this cursed world," he says, holding her like she's made of stardust. Ruhanika doesn't understand the darkness he walks through-but she doesn't have to. She just smiles, and he's willing to burn the world to keep that light in her eyes. To him, she's not broken. She's his. And that's enough. He calls her his doll. She calls him her hero. And in their fragile, unspoken way, they've built a love that even fate dares not touch. #SoftRomance #ProtectiveLove #HeLovesHerSoftly #GentleObsession #HisRuhuu #TenderDevotion #MafiaWithAHeart #ChildlikeBride #HisOnlyPeace #WholesomeButIntense

"Don't touch me... please, don't!" Dua screamed, trembling. "Shh... it's me... it's me... Baacha," Reyansh's voice was calm, steady, wrapping around her like a lifeline. Tears streamed down her face. "He... he will... he'll hurt me too... he bought me and my sister..." she sobbed, clinging to him in desperation. "Shh... I'm so sorry for your loss. No one will hurt you... not ever," Reyansh whispered, holding her close. Her body went limp, collapsing into his arms. "Baacha... open your eyes... talk to me..." he pleaded, heart aching. But she remained silent... unresponsive... leaving him holding her fragile form, the weight of her pain crushing his soul. ✨© Kaashi WRTS | 20 September 2025 | All Rights Reserved✨ ✓ Mafia × Innocent ✓ Talkative Female × Quiet/Listening Male ✓ Professor × Hacker ✓ Billionaire × Middle Class ✓ Sweet × Grumpy ✓ Possessive × Caring ✓ Protector × Vulnerable ✓ Silent Hero × Emotional Heroine ✓ Secret Identity × Curious Heroine ✓ Revenge × Redemption ✓ Dark Past × Healing Love 2025-9-20 started (⁠人⁠*⁠'K｀⁠)⁠｡⁠*ﾟ⁠+

"I. Will. Not. Fuck you..." He pulled me against his chest. There was no lust in his eyes, not even a hint of tease,until he smirked. "What I'll do with you is called love-making. I'll worship you like my goddess... Jaan." But the need,the desire in me,didn't even consider his words. I bit my lip and, pulling him dangerously close, I spoke, "But I'll fuck you... claim you... make you mine... until you beg for mercy. Until you scream my name, Mister Husband." And with that, my lips crashed against his. Clothes between us were discarded, bare bodies colliding, moans filling the space as I rode him. It was our first time..something I never knew I always needed. I needed him. He became my addiction. My everything. Every breath, every thought... I wanted to claim, ruin, and just keep him close to me. He is 37. She is 23. He's a virgin..she's not. He knows the world through his business files: calm, poised, and disciplined. She's the fire meant to burn his calm away-the chaos he never saw coming, the goddess he'll learn to worship. Trapped in a marriage that began as a business deal, both were prisoners of circumstance... Until desire broke every wall and love rewrote every rule. It isn't just a love story. It's a tale of possession, passion, and devotion. Where desire burns deeper than sin and love dares to cross every boundary. ✨ His Mrs. Ranawat ✨ Tropes: • Age Gap • Marriage of Convenience • Dark Romance • She Fell First, He Fell Harder Note: This story contains highly descriptive sexual intimacy. With not so sweet and timid. But a sharp and dominating female lead. If you are here searching for perfect characters..This isn't a place for you! Rated: MATURE THEME ©2025 gauri_writzz

❝Goddammit! I hate you! I hate you and your dumb voice! and your stupid muscles and your awfully attractive face!❞ ❝You think I'm attractive?❞ ❝Fuck no!❞ ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ Dangerous, wild and rebellious. Calm, cool and collected. Darya just wants one thing; to get through her senior year of high school with little or no awkward interaction as possible. Especially not with a secret like hers. Ethan just wants one thing; get through his senior year of high school with little or no awkward interaction as possible. Both of their only wish proves hard to do when they both become each other's earned arch-enemy hell-bent on making each other's lives a living hell. But when they become academic rivals and forced to be paired for a school project, they both realize they want each other as much as they hate each other. (There's a thin line between love and hate they say) ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ "Who did this to you?" "Ethan, I-" "I know every single inch of your body and I know that scar wasn't there before so tell me who did this to you."