Story of a girl who is always used as bait to sacrifice her happiness for others happiness what will happen to her How she survives in a toxic household and dominating abusive husband

Adhiraaj Vashisth or famously known as Rakshas (demon) in both business and Mafia world. He holds an unspoken reign over the Mafia in India and is known for his dangerous womanizing tendencies and possessiveness over his belongings. He mercilessly eliminates anyone or anything that obstructs his path or threatens his possessions, staying true to his fearsome nickname. Ankita Desai, a seventeen-year-old orphan, resides with her aunt who serves as the head maid in the Vashisth estate. The rakshas considers her a forbidden temptation, being innocent and naive. What could ensue if the rakshas were to fixate his gaze upon her, refusing to let her slip away? What if he were to seek to possess her in every conceivable manner, for nothing is quite as enticing as a forbidden fruit? Will Ankita manage to withstand the impassioned and disturbed obsession of the rakshas, or will she somehow escape his clutches and flee? First story in Wattpad with lot of grammatical errors. Trigger warnings in some chapters . Please vote , like and comment.

This is the old version of this book. It will be discontinued but there is currently a new version being made right now which is on my profile. Koa, a 17 year old boy lived in a world full of shifters. It's his last year of high school and he is ready to be done and move on with his life. Tomorrow is his 18th birthday which indicates he will finally be able to find his mate. Throughout his first day as a senior, he found his classes and even made friends on the way. In one of his classes though, English, a conversation started on the topic of the known to be extinct dragon shifters. Even though it got dark, he remained the same and went on about his day. Many people avoided Koa due to him being intimidating. He was known for having a bad temper and getting into many fights for no absolute reason. And surprisingly, he was an omega with the looks and temper of an alpha. Excited to meet his mate, he couldn't wait for the day to end, but little did he know his life would change forever on the day he thought would be his best. "You're ours, nobody else shall touch you or they may never touch anything again." "If it means locking you up where the only ones who can please you, touch you, and enjoy your presence is us, then we will be sure to make that happen, little puppy." "We've waited your whole life to get you under our possession. We will have you once you wake." -Make sure to check out tags before reading.- MxMxB/MxMxM ⚠️There has been many complaints and concerns regarding the story, so please be warned that the Mc will be treated more like a pet/animal throughout the story and especially the beginning, but this will get better and calm down after some time.⚠️ TW: Suicide attempts Self harm (not too much) Manipulation Kidnapping Chains/collars/muzzles/leashes/ropes Some bondage Stockholm syndrome/trauma bonding Slaves Unfair treatment Agegap (17-19 years) Deaths/killings Mentions of torture (some does show) Attempted rape Etc

"Mom... Dad..??" I ask aloud, waiting to hear those calming voices of my parents, my anchors, but all I hear is haunted, hollow silence. No No No, please god, please keep them safe, safe from any danger, safe from HIM. A shriek leaves my mouth as I feel arms wrap around me. I don't even need to look back to know who it is; No one dares to touch me because if they did, they'd have to face him. "Shhh, what happened, baby?" A sob leaves me, as his voice enters my ears, "Please, Reyansh, I am sorry, *hic**hic* please don't hurt my parents, don't punish them for what I did. I promise I will never run away from you again.*hic* " Tears stream down my face, but I don't care to wipe them anymore. I knew it was a mistake to even think about running away from him, but I still did, just for that false hope of freedom. "It's okay, darling, there's no need to cry, hmmm. You knew that running away was a mistake, but you love to get on my nerves. And now I have found you, so it's all okay. You can run as many times as you want, but in the end, I will always have you." His guards fill the room. "But you know, trying to escape makes you a bad boy, right?" He speaks in a haunting whisper, "and bad boys get punished." ******************************************************* Aarav Sharma, a 20-year-old sweet boy, is in his 3rd year of college. When he is selected for an internship at his best friend's brother's company, he believes that soon he will fulfil all his dreams, make his parents proud and give them the luxury they could never afford. But his life takes a sharp turn when his boss claims him as his. Reyansh Singh Rathore, a 27-year-old billionaire, has a secret that no one except his dad knows: Aarav, his sister's best friend, is also his obsession. What started as a crush at 15 turns darker when he sees other people looking at what is his.

He was only 16 years old... a boy with eyes full of nothing but love and innocence. He loved drawing little worlds on paper, loved old cartoons that made him giggle softly, loved clutching his favorite teddy bears against his chest whenever the nights felt too loud. The outside world was never something he truly understood. To him, people were supposed to be kind. Words were supposed to mean exactly what they said. Love was supposed to feel safe. His world was small just his brother, his home, his routines, and the quiet comfort of familiarity. But the real world was nothing like the one inside his head. It was cruel. Manipulative. Rotten beneath smiling faces. And Ishan never saw the monster coming. One person entered his life, and suddenly everything turned dark. The colors in his drawings faded. The cartoons stopped making him laugh. Even his room no longer felt safe at night. He didn't understand what was happening to him. He didn't understand why his chest hurt whenever footsteps came closer... why his hands trembled... why his body froze in fear. He wanted to tell someone. He tried so many times. But the words would never come out properly. Because Ishan was different. Because he was scared. Because he didn't even fully understand what was happening around him. How he was being caged by a monster. A devil. He only knew that something felt wrong... and that every day the darkness kept swallowing more of him whole. So he stayed quiet. Until.........

Brynn is having a terrible day. So, accepting help from a stranger can't make it so much worse, right? Wrong. #1 in Whump 1/1/25 #3 in Whump 1/11/25 #3 in Caretaker 1/14/25 #2 in Caretaker 1/15/25 #1 in AbusiveContent 2/12/25 #1 in Caretaker 5/12/25 #1 in Injury 5/22/25 #1 in StockholmSyndrome 7/15/25 #2 in Confinement 7/14/25 #3 in Hurt-Comfort 7/20/25 #3 in Psychological 8/11/25 #2 in Psychological 8/30/25 #3 in Torture 1/21/26 #2 in Violence 1/23/26 #3 in Whump 2/11/26

"How could you?" Sofia looked at her husband Hector. "You are overreacting. It's just above you." "I am telling you that a man was... inappropriate to me...he said he wanted to..." Sofia's voice was shaking. "We are all adults here. He has taken a liking to you. Consider yourself lucky. You have no idea where this man can get us. To where this connection can get us..." "I am your wife." Sofia scoffed. "And, I am consenting to this." Hector cut her off. "Hector, don't!" Sofia tried to shut him up, but Hector continued. "It doesn't change anything. Make him happy. He won't be wanting it all the time. He had hundreds of women for him. This will all be over in a month or two. But you can be good friends in the future, and he can be kind to you. And, us! Think where his connections can get us." At first, if Antonio's behavior in the past seemed a problem, now adding her husband's ideas about all this worried Sofia more. It seems the very man she expected to protect her from a predator was ready to throw her to that animal. Sofia recalled how Antonio had always tried to be a gentleman. But there was nothing gentle about his intentions. Only his eyes and direct approach with his words were enough to tell Sofia about it. She could still recall the day when he had told her. "You will warm my bed one day. And, your husband will drive you here that day." At that time, she slapped him, but now it seems he had won. Sofia gulped, looking at Hector. Her Hector couldn't be this blind. It wasn't that simple. She could tell that Antonio had spent a great deal of time brainwashing her husband. Sofia rubbed her cheeks and told her husband off while walking away. "This isn't happening. Not today. Not ever." Sofia accepts a gift card from her neighbor for a spa day. The most mundane day gets her in the way of an obsessive trillionaire, who has only one agenda. If you can't have it, ruin it.

SMUT WARNING!! : This book isn't sweet romance. It's filthy, raw and unapologetically dark. Expect: *Three brothers who don't know the meaning of gentle.* *A heroine who moans even when she swears she won't.* *Fingers, tongues, and cocks where she least expects them.* ~~~♠~~~ "Spread wider, Angel," Zane growled against my ear, his fingers ruthless between my thighs. Ziven's c*ck shoved deep down my throat, hot, thick and massive. "Right there. Open up and take it like the filthy tease you've been." And behind me, Zarek drove into me deeper, pounding and claiming every inch. "Feel that? Dripping wet. Doesn't matter how hard I pound-she'll still take more. She's fucking built for it. Our cocks." I begged desperately- clenching, gushing, and trembling through every thrust and claim. I never thought I'd crave this- three brothers who claimed me, ruined me, and made me beg for more. But I do. God, I do. My name is Zayla Everly Hollis. I died the night I married Lugard Blade. He broke me and killed me. But fate brought me back. Given a second chance, I ran. Straight into the arms of the three most powerful men in Chicago. THE MADDOX BROTHERS. Ziven. Commanding, brilliant, and dangerous with a keyboard. Zarek. Cold, ruthless, and sharp as glass. Zane. Charming, wicked, and heartbreak in human form. They offered me safety. Then they became my obsession. Now they're my only protection from the monster I once called husband. But with three billionaires wanting one broken girl, hearts will shatter. And when the past comes knocking... I'll have to choose between revenge-and the triplets who made me feel alive again.

She knew no matter where she will go he will always find her. His dark promises never left her but it was enough to fuel her desire for escape.

"I.. I don't understand what you are saying", she choked out. "Oh! Valentina you are so innocent but don't worry, I am here to rid your innocence", I grabbed her hands and pinned her against the bed. I was on her the next second. She panicked, tears formed in her eyes but fuck! that just turned me on. I trapped her thighs between my thighs and pinned her hands to the sides. "Damien.. what are you doing?", she asked me with teary eyes. "Did you see that?? on the mirror", I asked her. She looked at the mirror on the ceiling. "That's the show.. the mirror is craving to see and today is the day", I said lewdly against her face. "Damien please..", she pleaded crying. "Shh.. you don't have to do anything. Just look at our reflection in the mirror. Look how I thrust into you, look how I devour you and fill your cunt with my..." "Stop it!", she screamed. ********* Valentina Flores, a nineteen years old girl moves to Russia with her mother after her father's death hoping to start a new life, but fate has other plans for her, waiting to suffocate her in its tight embrace, in the form of 6 foot 2 inch tall, muscular and handsome walking hell named Damien Michailov. Damien Michailov is the CEO of the Michailov group and a ruthless mafia who thinks of women as just pleasure giving objects that get on their knees for him. what happens when he meets Valentina who ignores him like a speck of dust in the air, that triggers the worst part of his ego. will Valentina be able to start a new life as she hoped or falls into the hell hole named Damien Michailov and burns in his wrath???