He didn't steal me. He claimed me. One moment, I was dancing with my best friends. The next, the lights died-and the Dominion came. When I woke, a broken crown was inked into my ankle. His mark. Damien Voss. The man in the expensive suit. The man who watched me in the club like he already owned me. Now he does. He says I'm not merchandise. I'm his. Not because he's merciful-because he wants to keep me. Break me. Remake me. And the worst part? Some dark, hungry part of me wants him to. When he touches me, I forget to be afraid. When he whispers that he sees the monster inside me, I can't deny it. When he promises to ruin me, I wonder how it will feel to finally belong to someone who refuses to let me go. This isn't love. This is obsession. And I don't know if I'll survive it... or if I even want to.

"Intimate relationships among the teachers is prohibited in this academy. So make sure no one hears your moans from behind closed doors." ~ After years of hard work, infinite patience and endless prayers, Antonia Rodriguez could finally achieve her dream of being a History professor at Queen's Academy, one of Britain's most prestigious universities. Even so, she felt her life succumbing to further dormancy. The consecutive disappointments in her private life only intensified her insatiable desires. Desires that included getting tied up and being used like a ragdoll by a dominant man. In an unexpected turn of events, Antonia's wildest fantasies come true in the form of a handsome thirty-two years old man named Rhys Clyde, who also happened to be the Chancellor of the very academy she taught in. Young, brilliant, powerful and with a PhD in Mathematics, Professor Clyde is more than the proper gentleman he appears to be, hiding a dark personality that is reserved exclusively for bedroom exhortations. Tempted by each other and the illicit nature of their relationship, the two are in for a dangerous gamble. Highest rank: #25 in Romance on 10.11.21 #23 in Mature on 12.11.21 #1 in BDSM on 18.11.21

She is the kind of girl who plans her life carefully and avoids unnecessary drama. He is the exact opposite. Loud, stubborn, emotional, and always ready to fight the whole world if it means protecting the people he loves. Somehow, these two ended up falling for each other. What starts with arguments, teasing, and accidental feelings slowly turns into something neither of them can walk away from. This story is basically about love, family chaos, friendships that feel like home, emotional breakdowns, healing, and two people learning each other in the most real way possible. Language: Tanglish ────────────── Disclaimer: This story is a work of fiction. All characters, events, and situations are purely a product of my imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or real-life incidents is purely coincidental. Images used throughout the story are for illustrative purposes only and are credited to their rightful owners. No copyright infringement is intended.

ʜᴇ'ꜱ ʀᴜᴛʜʟᴇꜱꜱ. ᴘᴏꜱꜱᴇꜱꜱɪᴠᴇ. ᴅᴀɴɢᴇʀᴏᴜꜱ. I shouldn't want him. I shouldn't crave the heat of his touch, the fire in his gaze, the way he consumes me with a single look. But I do. Every stolen moment, every forbidden inch of him pulls me closer- leaving me trembling, wanting more, needing more. Alessandro Romano is obsession made flesh. And I am helplessly, hopelessly his. In his arms, I am fragile and fearless. Innocent and undone. Lost and found, all at once. And as desire becomes temptation, temptation becomes craving, I realize there's no escape from the fire between us... And I don't want there to be. #2 in Vixen 🏅10/04/2023 #1 in Secrecy 🏅 02/09/2024 #1 in DaddyIssues 🏅 22/09/2025

She was gazing at him with hurt as his words repeatedly echoing in her ears "𝑰 𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝑬𝒔𝒉𝒏𝒂, 𝒎𝒚 𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒕𝒚 𝒎𝒚 𝒄𝒍𝒂𝒊𝒎" Aadish was looking back at her with disgust yet anger in his deep menacing orbs, he held her bangle filled hands tightly and sneered "𝑾𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒅𝒐 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒌 𝑰 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒐𝒓 𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒔𝒉 𝒚𝒐𝒖, 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏 𝑰 𝒇𝒆𝒍𝒕 𝒃𝒂𝒅 𝒃𝒚 𝒔𝒆𝒆𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒑𝒆𝒐𝒑𝒍𝒆 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆𝒔 𝒚𝒐𝒖" She felt pain by his holding, But this was nothing compared to the pain she was feeling in her heart. Her tears rolled down as he left her with a jerk, while remarking "𝒀𝒐𝒖'𝒓𝒆 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒎𝒚 𝒕𝒐𝒚 𝒕𝒐 𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒚 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒆𝒍𝒔𝒆". Eshnaa saw him going as mumbled with deep despair "par mene toh aapse pyaar kiya tha", she clenched her pallu as tears were flowing furiously.... .......... '𝘼𝙖𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙝 𝙨𝙚𝙝𝙜𝙖𝙡' grumpy, arrogant, and prideful man, who believes his immense wealth and political power make everything beneath him, collides with the '𝙀𝙨𝙝𝙣𝙖𝙖', who was once a beacon of light and love, now broken and alone after tragedy, their encounter will be explosive. He will see her as another obstacle to dominate, while she, having lost everything but her fierce independence, will resist with all her might. This clash of two vastly different worlds-one built on unshakeable power, the other on profound loss and resilience-will force them to confront their own truths. Whether they ultimately separate, their differences too vast, or change for each other, finding an unexpected connection in their contrasting lives, will depend on whether they can grow beyond their entrenched identities..... @yogiiii

© all rights reserved. Cover by Saumyaaverse✨ 1890's India, British era . --- Sold into a life she never chose, Meeradhvi the child prostitution ( 18) becomes the wife of Prithviditya Rajvanshi - a man of power, pride, and cold authority. At 28, he carries the weight of duty and a childhood love he can never forget, leaving her to navigate a world of silence, gossip, and subtle cruelty. Yet amidst the whispers, the village taunts, and the shadows of the past, their fates intertwine in ways neither expected. In the quiet moments between duty and desire, will responsibility give way to something deeper, or will the chains of fate hold them forever apart? "She was sold , he was forced , responsibility was formed and yet destiny refused to let go

❤️‍🔥New chapters everyday❤️‍🔥 She thought love was the risk. She was wrong. Ella Carter and Ryan Mitchell have one rule: keep their love hidden. At their corporate job, romance between coworkers is strictly forbidden-and discovery means termination. But when you're broke, in love, and desperate to build a future together, breaking rules is the only option. They dream of saving enough to escape the company and start a new life. Just a little longer. Just a little more money. But Peter Alden, the cold, calculating boss with a dangerously sharp eye, starts to notice something isn't adding up. And when Ryan is suddenly fired without warning, everything shatters. Ella walks out-until Peter makes her an offer: Come back. Double salary. No Ryan. Just him. Now, stuck between loyalty and survival, Ella is forced to choose: The man she loves, or the man who holds all the power. But as secrets twist, loyalties crack, and desire turns dangerous, Ella will learn one thing the hard way: In a world where everything has a price... Love might be the most expensive lie of all. -Roniiaa ♥️

It's a 🔞 story , this story will have mature content I know there is trend going on about dark romance, kidnapping, mafia and many more I too love them and read them. But sometimes I also want to read sweet, soft, slow, mutual respect, in many stories the male lead sometimes ignore female lead feeling like being her stalker. I mean those stories are good but that urge to read which has reality so I thought why don't I write one Many writer must have written this type of story but I want to create one by myself It will be slow burden, experience marriage life, secret of past , trauma , pain , giving love a chance A marriage stability Meera, a determined 20-year-old college student, is facing a life she never chose: an arranged marriage to Aditya, a successful and enigmatic businessman. Initial8ly resistant and uncertain, Meera is thrust into a world where her future seems predetermined. However, as she and Aditya begin to spend time together, she discovers a surprising connection and begins to see him in a new light. Uncharted Hearts explores their evolving relationship, revealing how love can blossom from the most unexpected beginnings and how two people can navigate their way from obligation to genuine affection.

"Don't open the door, Ruhi," Bianca warned me. "You'll let the monsters in." I should have listened. God, I should have listened. But my humanity was louder than my fear. And when the knocking came, I answered. I didn't Ist open the door to a stranger. I opened it to my own destruction. He didn't steal my heart. He stole my soul and the last piece of my sanity. And he wasn't the only one waiting in the dark. Pain blurred into silence. Tears blurred into surrender. In the end, it wasn't about love. It wasn't even about survival. It was about who could take more from me and how much of myself I was willing to lose before I stopped fighting. "You look beautiful when you bleed." He ran the blade down my hip. "Aarohi, my Ruhi. Isn't that what your name means? My beautiful soul. I will turn your soul so dark, you will forget what light feels like." He pressed it further, but I did not hiss. I did not want to give him the satisfaction of seeing me in pain. "How long will you hold on, Ruh? The prouder you are, the harder the fall will be." He grazed his teeth down to my hip bone, where the wound just opened, and he bit down hard so my hips bled more. That was what Acheron Delatore was. A soul sucking demon from the depths of hell and I was his lifeline.