hi........ This isn't just a single story. I'll be posting a different short story once a month. (Different story different name different character different genre) The stories could be BL, GL, straight, or even outside the romance genre. The themes will be intense and heavy (very heavy and raw) so I suggest thinking twice before reading. Since each story is different, I won't be able to give specific warnings in advance. Every story will have a unique ending some happy, some dark but I promise you'll love them. Enjoy✨

Ayan's mind snapped awake as the phone rang again. And again. And again. He grab it with a deadly glare and answering "Hello." "Hi baby... what you doing? Were you sleeping?" His eyes shot wide open. The massive wall clock blinked back 3:00 AM. He wanted to kill this person. "Oh no, I wasn't sleeping," he muttered darkly. "I was practicing how to lay in a coffin so I can look handsome at my own funeral." The other end responded with a rich, delighted laugh. . "God, I can even make a mafia this angry. Damn..." "Trust me," Ayan hissed, voice thick with hatred, "if I ever catch you I will peel your skin off slowly and feed it to my guard dogs." The voice on the other end dropped to a sultry, dangerous whisper. "Oh baby... always making me horny. And if I catch you first, I'll peel off every piece of your clothing and worship every inch of your body. Slowly. Tasting. Biting." Ayan let out a growl of rage and hurled his phone straight into the wall. Ayan's eyes burned red with rage. "I swear to God," he snarled, voice low and deadly, "when I find you... you'll be begging for my mercy." His lips twisted into a cruel smile. "You've been messing with the wrong person KITTEN." -.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-. On the other hand the stalker's fingers curled possessively around Ayan's photo. Lips pressed against the glossy surface soft. "I want you to find me... my spicy lion," the voice whispered, dripping with dark desire and madness.

"P-Please go away, don't touch me. Let me go Please," he pleaded. "Over my dead body," he growled "Come here, Malik. Don't make me ask again, it's our wedding night." "N-No, Please," he begged, "I am already married." warning🔞⚠ -18+ -r@pe -Smut -kidnapping -violence -age-gaps -gun -Mafia -Blood -Murder IF YOU DO NOT WISH TO READ ANYTHING ABOUT THAT PLEASE EXIT THIS STORY!!!!

What will you do when life grants you a second chance-but the nightmare repeats itself? The same obsession, the same trap. Except this time you can't escape. You can't even die. Because your life no longer belongs to you. It's in the hands of the very monster you've been running from. The one whose arms you keep falling into no matter how much it destroys you.

Two mafia kings. One is pure ruthlessness. The other? Merciless to the core. They rule different worlds. But when fire meets fire... something has to burn. Arnav Singh, the silent storm of underworld, arrives in Italy for a wedding-his best friend's celebration. Suited in black, jaw sharp as a knife, eyes colder than death. He came for one night. One event. But that plan shatters the moment Ryan Blackwell sees him. Mafia boss of the Italian underworld. From across the grand hall, Ryan's eyes lock onto the stranger-dangerous, beautiful, untouchable. And Ryan? He has a weakness for pretty things. But he doesn't just want Arnav. He wants to own him. Dominate him. Break him. What Ryan doesn't realize is-Arnav belongs to no one. He's not prey. He's a beast wrapped in silk. And beasts don't bow. They bite. Arnav (voice like venom): "Touch me, and I'll make sure you scream for mercy before I snap every bone in your cursed body." Ryan (smiling darkly): "Mmm... threats turn me on pretty boy. You're going to beg tonight, baby. And I promise-I'll take my time." .