"Lie down on my lap" he says, his voice rough and demanding. Making my heart pulse with fear. "W-What?" I ask even thou I heard what he had just asked me. "Lie down on my lap, princess" he says more calm than before. "N-No, why. Are you gonna spank me?" I ask my voice trembling a little. My words come back to me as I realize the mistake I had made. "Princess Lie down on my lap, Or I will do it for you." He says, he looks dead serious there is no joke in his face. His eyes unmoving from mine.

NEEDS MAJOR MAJOR EDITING. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK.WROTE IT WHEN I WAS NEW TO WRITING AND DIDN'T KNOW ANY BASICS (Re-uploading) Inside the shower she stood there completely drenched with water flowing over her, tied hands over her head , hairs sticking to her face, white shirt acting as a second skin revealing her black bra . She again whimpered pathetically "please" While he stood there only in his sweatpants with eyes boring holes over her head. Suddenly he moved forwars and jerked her by her wais pulling her to him he hissed in her ear "why were you hugging him amore. "By now she was sobbing. "ANSWER ME" He yelled making the poor soul more scared. She still didn't answer. He chuckled darkly "So you won't answer? Ok then you have two options.either I kill him or I punish you. "Her fearful orbs met with his raging ones. " Please don't" "No sweetheart I warned you but you didn't listen so now bear the consequence"

Without warning, I reached down and gave her ass a hard smack. "That's for spray painting my car," I said. Her breath hitched, and she bit her lip, trying to suppress a smile. "You're such a caveman." "Caveman? How about this?" I said, smacking her ass again, harder this time. She moaned, and I could feel her responding to me, her body betraying her defiance. 𝐄𝐒𝐌𝐄 I was raised to be perfect. The golden girl. The Kensington princess. Sheltered. Untouched. A good girl with a silver spoon and a diamond crown. But then there's 𝐂𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐛 𝐅𝐞𝐫𝐠𝐮𝐬𝐬𝐨𝐧. My stepbrother. My brother's enemy. A man carved from sin, wrapped in arrogance, and dipped in ink. He doesn't ask. He takes. He doesn't chase. He owns. And when he touches me? It's not gentle. It's filthy. It's wrong. I should run. I should hate him. But when he says my name, low and dark, I don't think about stopping. I think about how deep I can fall. Because Caleb isn't just my first sin. He's the one I'll never escape. 𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐄𝐁 She was born with a silver spoon in her mouth. And I was the bastard here to tarnish it. 𝐄𝐬𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐥𝐝𝐚 𝐊𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐭𝐨𝐧. Mummy's little princess. The golden girl. The one thing in this world I was never supposed to touch. But I don't follow rules. I break them. And Esme? She was made to be ruined. Soft lips. Delicate curves. A body that begs for my hands. She's innocent, but not with me. I'm dragging her into the dark, making her dirty, making her mine. She thinks she can survive me. Thinks she can walk away untouched. But Esmeralda? She belongs to me. 𝙏𝙝𝙚𝙮'𝙧𝙚 𝙚𝙖𝙘𝙝 𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧'𝙨 𝙘𝙧𝙖𝙫𝙞𝙣𝙜. 𝘚𝘰𝘧𝘵 𝘵𝘦𝘮𝘱𝘵𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯. 𝘙𝘢𝘸 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯. 𝘚𝘪𝘯𝘯𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘵.

(#1 POSSESSION SERIES ) "I wasn't asking to be worshipped. I just wanted to be loved... not owned." - Sarah Rizvi "I don't love you, Sarah. Love is too fragile. I own you-and I always will." - Rayyansh Singh Rathore Sarah Rizvi was like a butterfly-soft, delicate, full of silent love. And Rayyansh Singh Rathore? He was the cage. She loved him since childhood. Quietly. Purely. But he never gave her love. Only took her time, her body, her presence-while coldly claiming he felt nothing. Yet when she finally gathers the courage to leave, she discovers the truth: Rayyansh may never say he loves her... But he's obsessed. Addicted. And he'll burn the world before letting his butterfly fly free. Because she was never his to love. She was always his to possess. Dive into TOXIC POSSESSION-a haunting descent into a love that never healed, only claimed, consumed, and caged. Because some men don't fall in love. They conquer it.

Vivian had loved him so much so that she didn't care about her own life. It was unrequited love for which she had been badly hurt and eventually handed the divorced paper to him. Christian didn't realize how much he had been in love with her until the car exploded and he lost her. Even if she was presumed dead, he had to find her because he had something important to tell her - "I love you!"

He had never known comfort. Never known warmth. No lullabies, no gentle hands, no safety. His father's anger filled every corner of his childhood, and the women his father brought left scars deeper than anyone could see. Sleep never came easily. It was a stranger that avoided him night after night, no matter how many pills he tried, no matter how tired his body grew. He learned early that the world offered nothing but pain and trust was a luxury he could not afford. But deep inside, buried beneath the anger, the fear, and the walls he built, a small part of him still ached for something he had never known. Someone to hold him, someone to soothe the chaos inside, someone to make him feel safe. A part of him whispered that it was possible. That one day, he might find it. That maybe, just maybe, someone would come and quiet the storm within him. And then she arrived. Not as a savior, not as a miracle, but as a presence that slowly began to unravel the walls around him. She became the only place he could lay his head and feel peace. The only warmth that let him sleep. The only comfort that let him finally let go of his past, if only for a moment. This is their story of pain, of trust, and of an intimacy that heals and binds them in ways the world could never understand. A story of how love can be found in the most unexpected of places and how two broken souls can find solace in each other.

An Indian hinglish story in which the prospective father-in-law , a widower, marries the bride to save her dignity and her family's honour, when the groom runs away on the wedding day. What begins as duty turns to care, desire and slowly love between them as they accept each other as husband and wife. Read and be a part of their journey... ❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥 PREVIOUS RANKINGS : #2 in India #1 in arrangemarriage #1 in accidentalmarriage #1 in rural #1 in silentlove #1 in duty #1 in acceptance #1 in intimate 🔥🔥🔥

Julian Blackwood has everything - power, wealth, influence. Except the one woman who stood beside him when nothing else mattered. Mira never wanted his empire. She wanted his presence. When she walks away without drama or accusation, Julian realises too late that love doesn't disappear loudly. It disappears when it is taken for granted. As secrets unravel and truths surface, Julian is forced to confront his past, his failures, and the woman he allowed to feel replaceable. This is not a story of winning her back. It's a story of becoming worthy of her

"You wanted more, more, more! You're nothing but a gold-digger!" He shouted, and I gasped. Rafael Luciano, the love of my life; a sweet, handsome, amazing guy who's got me wrapped around his fingers, has pushed me out of his life. Life has been great and we are well on our way to having our first child. But one accursed day, he slams me with divorce papers and accuses me of being a gold-digger. Confused and heartbroken, I sign and leave. With a snap of a finger, everything is gone: my love, my life, and the father of my unborn child. How am I to get through all this? Will I be able to provide my daughter the life she deserves? Most importantly, what happened that day that made my sweet Rafael into a heartless monster? Life is full of betrayals and heartbreaks and this is my story. For all the sappy romantic folks out there, come and join me as I relive my bittersweet experience with love. Cause giving your heart is giving the power to hurt you back. Book is PUBLISHED! Thankyou to all who have read you made this happen❤️ Available on amazon, link in my bio x

COMPLETE Let me make this crystal clear, because you don't seem to understand," he said, his voice deceptively calm, but laced with venom. "I paid for you to be my wife. That means you do what I say. You're mine now." He flicked a check toward me, and it fluttered to the ground between us. I couldn't look away from him, though my chest tightened in panic. My hands shook as I fought back tears, refusing to let him see me break. But he wasn't finished. "What did you expect?" he scoffed, eyes narrowing. "This is what gold diggers like you get. Money has a price, and now you're paying yours. Enjoy it, wife." Without another word, he turned and walked away, leaving me standing in the massive, empty living room-speechless, breathless, and drowning in disbelief. I never expected this. © MaryRose 2018. All rights reserved. Content Disclaimer: This story contains scenes of physical and verbal abuse. Reader discretion is advised. My intention is not to romanticize or condone abusive behavior but to present a fictional story for entertainment purposes only. If themes of violence, toxic relationships, or power imbalances are triggering, please proceed with caution or choose a different story. This is a work of fiction and should not be taken as a guide to real-life relationships. Offensive or disruptive comments will be removed to maintain a positive reading experience for all.