"Let's go over this one more time. I don't believe it sink in well yesterday. If you drink your morning coffee standing half naked, wearing only a man's shirt, it's going to be MY shirt and with me. Only me." I felt something dangerously close to butterflies erupting in my stomach hearing his words, but I didn't want to jump to conclusions. So I tried to keep it cool and smug when replying. "A little possessive for a womanizer like you, don't you think?" -- Meet Jessica. Sweet and sassy college girl with high expectations for her future and a miserable luck in her love life. She has a loving family, crazy, but awesome best friend and after her last break-up, she keeps on looking for a guy who won't be just handsome, loving and funny, but will also know what he's doing in bed. Her wish is granted in a form of a childhood friend of her brother-in-law. Except... there is nothing loving or faithful about him. But he sure knows how to handle his women in bed.

It was supposed to be a marriage. A contract marriage. A simple deal beneficial to two families. But she hated it, she hated objectifying herself for the greed of her father. She hated the feeling of losing from a bunch of strangers who didn't consider her say in her own life. So, she turned the tables. What she didn't know was, he only agreed to a deal thinking she had a say. He didn't want a marriage yet agreed to one for the benefit and name of his family. He wasn't a man to mess with but she took her chance and he let her. And it might be her biggest mistake. Taking her chances with him. He got obsessed with everything about her. Her fragrance. Her voice. Her very presence. She came into his life with all the intentions to leave. Now the question is, would he really let her go? Would she want to stay?

"Please Abhi ji... " she begged, her voice shaky, eyes searching his face for a flicker of mercy. She stepped back until the wall stopped her escape, her chest rising and falling rapidly. She could see it in his eyes-he was angry. But his voice? Too calm. Too controlled. And that scared her more than his rage ever could. He took another step forward, calm as ever, as if he wasn't burning inside. "Jaana, dar kyun rahi ho? Main kuch nahi karunga. Mat daro," he said smoothly, but the coldness in his gaze betrayed the lie behind his soft tone. (Darling, why are you scared? I won't do anything. Don't be afraid.) Her voice broke, laced with panic. "Aapne vada kiya tha... ki aap mujh par zabardasti nahi karenge," she reminded him, holding on to the last thread of hope. (You promised... that you wouldn't force yourself on me,) He smiled slightly, a calm too dangerous to trust."Aur Jaana, aapne bhi toh vada kiya tha ki aap apne boyfriend se kabhi nahi milengi. Aapne apna vada tod diya... ab meri baari " (And darling, you also promised that you would never meet your boyfriend. You broke your promise... now it's my turn.) His hands gripped her wrists and pressed them gently against the wall, not hurting her, but not letting her go either. Then, with a deliberate slowness, he leaned in and kissed her earlobe-sending a shiver down her spine. She squeezed her eyes shut, her heart pounding. She knew this wasn't about love. It was about control. Tropes: Grumpy × Sunshine He fell first, but she fell harder Possessive officer × innocent college girl Obsessed from the first glance Morally grey protector Touch her and you're dead Jealousy in uniform "Stay away from me" × "Make me" Danger disguised as devotion "I'm not good for you" × "I don't care" Trigger Warning: This story contains mature and sensitive themes including smut, manipulation, obsessive love, non-consensual scenes, and emotional/physical coercion .

───✱*.｡:｡✱*.:｡✧*.｡✰*.:｡✧*.｡:｡*.｡✱─── He came dangerously near me , hold my waist with one hand and my jaw with another . " Cat have really got your tongue . Hmm ! Let me see ."He squeezed my cheek and kissed me. He was eating my lips madly , sucking like no tomorrow . Oh god ! my mind was numb .He really have a magic on me . Then he moved his lips to jaw then neck .A shiver ran in my body . He was biting my neck and then sucking it . I know it will definitely leave a mark . Suddenly he turn off the shower . A weird sound was coming from outside like someone is whispering . Is any one out . " SHHH ! " he pointed his finger on my lips " don't make any noise wifey . Otherwise they will know that we are in the bathroom " "Intruders !! " I whispered . ───✱*.｡:｡✱*.:｡✧*.｡✰*.:｡✧*.｡:｡*.｡✱ ───

This could have been a gentle story for quiet autumn evenings. But it shattered against Morphine - a chapter that will not let you stay indifferent. And now, you'll understand why. This is not a story about perfect love. It's about healing through pain, about love that blooms after trauma, and about the fragile line between salvation and obsession. She is a woman rebuilding herself from the ashes. Not strong - simply real. A mother. A fighter. A writer whose words cut deeper than truth itself. She doesn't want to be someone's muse - she only wants to be understood. He is the man the world worships... and fears. A legend. A symbol of an era. But behind the fame, there's a man haunted by his own darkness. Together, they are fire and gasoline - two broken souls learning how to love without losing themselves. Their story isn't a fairytale. It's an age-gap dark romance about redemption, grief, and the courage to love again. With touch. With words. With silence between the lines.

❤️COMPLETED AND TAKEN DOWN ❤️ EXCLUSIVELY AVAILABLE ON KINDLE ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️ She sits behind the bushes and can see him comfortably, he is trying to find her by running his eagle eyes everywhere but he is not getting any glimpse of her anywhere. He undone the buttons of cuffs and rolled his shirt up to the elbow and said loudly in anger which sent chills in her spine. "Look, I am telling you very lovingly to come out because if you do not listen to me, the punishment will be very hard ..... again I am saying very hard ..... are you listening....." She covers her mouth with both hands so that no sound can come out at all and starts looking around so that she can run away from there by diverting his attention. She starts moving slowly with absolutely subdued steps But a dry stick comes under her shoes and breaks immediately creating a very loud sound in the environment. He immediately turns towards her, she also sees him, both of their eyes meet each other, and as soon as she realizes he is coming towards her, she quickly starts running away from him because now she is afraid of his anger. But without any delay, he immediately comes in front of her and grabs her hand to cage her in his strong arms and holds her tightly very close to himself so that she can feel his breath on her face, and he eats this distance also and says in a very dangerous tone in her ear. "Nobody can save you from me ...... You are MINE ..... ONLY MINE." She wriggles badly in his arms and he is enjoying her situation with a wicked smile on his face.

{Book 1 in The Never series} "Marry me.", he commanded. "What?", I shrieked in disbelief looking into his eyes that were absolutely cold and emotionless. Does he take all this as a goddamn joke? "Let me rephrase. Be my bride.", he emphasized the last word. "Y-You are kidding right?", I asked trying to step away from him but he held me tightly by the waist. "No, I'm not. I'm perfectly serious. Marry me, Miss Mehta.", he commanded coming closer. "You can't be serious because you are an incarnation of Satan, Hell! calling you Satan will be an insult to Satan himself.", I yelled at him. "Call me anything but right now believe me this is right." "No, it's not, it can never be. You and I are like ticking bombs, if we come together, the explosion is definite." "I don't care. You have to be my wife.", he said in a cold voice. "Why??", I whispered to him, a tear escaped my eyes, followed by another and another. His cold eyes softened for a millisecond and then again turned hard. Life was never easy for Avni Mehta and just when she was done with picking the broken pieces of herself, came Neil Khanna who turned her life upside down. But that was not it, life and fate played their game when her past came and stood right on her face and once again everything got screwed. ©2020 ankitawrites_Xx Word count: 100,000-110,000 Cc: yoursonly_clichegirl

"How could you!" Xavier exclaimed. "Please no, it's not what it looks like," I said with tears running down my face. "With my best friend. Get out, both of you!" Xavier yelled. ***** Cassandra and Xavier are happily married with everything they could ever wish for. So what happened when Xavier finds Cassandra in bed with his best friend. Their marriage is just about to fall apart. Five months later they meet again, but Cassandra is pregnant and she claims it's his child. Will he give her the benefit of the doubt or risk the chance of never seeing his supposed unborn child. © xoxek_12

•~ 18+ dark Indian romance ~• "I hate you rudra." I whisper harshly as tears brim my eyes. I look at his face, his emotionless and stone face. "I will never love you." "I don't give a fuck if you love me or hate me." He says harshly, his hold on my wrists tightening above my head. I should do something, I should kick and scream but I do nothing. "You are mine. My wife, my thing. If I see another man touching you again I'll kill him and make you watch. Understood?" His eyes cold and jaw hard as if he is holding himself back. "Fuck you." I spit in anger. He gives me his smirk, his evil smirk. "Now you are truly fucked, sunshine." ****** 21 years old Naina Khurana was thrown into a marriage with the most emotionless and cold hearted man, Rudra Oberoi. She found herself marrying her sister's fiance when her sister ran off on the day of her wedding. Rudra oberoi is seven years older than her, he is as cold as ice, everything he does is calculated and he gets what he wants no matter who gets hurt. He is one of the most notorious businessmen of the country, he has many underground businesses which goes against every single one of naina's moral. How will they survive this marriage ? The real question is will they survive this marriage? Read to know more. Some warnings ⚠️ - detailed 18+ content (language and scenes) - will get dark at some points - MMC is rude, mean, dominating and very controlling in the beginning. (He will have a character development) - age gap - forced marriage

He was her rock, her best friend, her first love. He became her worst nightmare, her tormentor, her captor She was his everything. His obsession. Their story should have ended with that court case, but he's found a way back to her, and he won't give her another opportunity to escape. Not this time. ------------------------------------------- Shivering, I sobbed out, unable to speak, unable to move. "Shh, shh, now baby-girl, it's alright, you're safe, don't cry" he soothed, moving closer to me. "N-Noah, I w-want to go home," I sobbed, feeling weak from my inability to talk without stuttering. A gasp left my parted lips as his hand forcefully connected with my cheek, "You are home, so I don't want to hear that crap from you, okay?" shaking, I looked down at my feet, his gaze too menacing to hold. "I said, do you understand" he spit through clenched teeth, "y-yes, I'm sorry" I whispered, a new wave of tears making their appearance. "Good girl, now I need you to keep being a good girl, okay?" nodding, my eyes met his dark ones. His form towered over me, making me feel small and irrelevant. "Words, Embry!" He demanded as I stuttered out a quiet yes. I studied him cautiously as he walked towards the far end of the room, shuffling through drawers before stalking back towards me and crouching down. I sucked in a breath as I saw the knife in his hand, his face held a mischievous grin as it glinted in the light. "Now baby-girl, you see, as much as I hate to, you need to be punished, do you know why?" Warning! This story is for mature audience, it contains strong language, abuse, mature themes and sensitive topics. Please enjoy, -Aphrodite.