By day, I'm a nurse trained to save lives. By night, I belong to a man who takes them. He comes from a world of wealth, power, and blood-bound loyalty. His family is respected, untouchable-nothing that stains them ever makes it to print. To the world, he's a tycoon. To his enemies, a death sentence. I go home to a cozy house, a loving family, a life built on honesty and routine. I believe in healing. In morality. In saving the people placed in my care. He believes in taking what's his. I was never meant to be part of his world, and he never cared. My morals don't soften him. My fear doesn't stop him. And my love only makes him more dangerous. But loving him was never a choice. And leaving him was never an option. ┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈ "You can fight me, scream at me, analyze me until you're blue in the face. It changes nothing. Cry for the man you thought I was. Hate the man I am. But you're not leaving."

He held the gun against her temple. She pounded on his chest, fists flying. "You killed my father! You... you monster! I hate you!" He didn't flinch. After a moment, his patience snapped. "Enough!" he shouted. "No more words." "Yes... I killed your father. I did." "Stop screaming!"he barked. He grabbed her jaw, forcing her to look at him. "Now... it's time to get married. Let's go. The priest is waiting. We don't want to make him wait, do we... hmm?" She spat on his face. He just smirked. Licked the spit from his lips, rolling his tongue. "Mmm... tasty," he said, voice low. "You should've kissed me directly. No worries... we'll do it after our wedding." He leaned closer. "Do you want to see his dead body... hmm? One last look at your father?" She whispered, trembling, "Please... let me go." " You don't want to? Okay... let me throw his body away then." "No! I... I want to see him, please. He is my father !" "Good girl," he said, smirk still dark. "Now... come on. The priest is waiting." 𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘨𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘧𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘥𝘰𝘮. 𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘨𝘪𝘭𝘥𝘦𝘥 𝘤𝘢𝘨𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘰𝘯. 𝘏𝘦'𝘴 𝘳𝘶𝘵𝘩𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴. 𝘗𝘰𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘷𝘦. 𝘈 𝘥𝘦𝘷𝘪𝘭 𝘪𝘯 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘨𝘶𝘪𝘴𝘦. 𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘯𝘰𝘸... 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘪𝘮. "You're mine now," he whispered, like it was a promise... or a curse. Kidnapped. Trapped. Claimed. In a world where power means everything, she becomes the obsession of a man everyone fears, the devil himself. Escape was never an option. Falling for him? That was her biggest mistake.

"D-Don't please. Don't... come near me". She said with fear. Her body was shaking like a leaf. "Why should I not when I have every right to". He said darkly while looking at her. The lingering smell of blood and fear was enough to wake the devil inside him. ... Havoc can come into a peaceful life if you catch the eye of the devil. The same happened with Inez Torsney when she caught the eye of Irish Mafia lord Lorcan Gatchel. No one wants to mess with the devil and Inez had no dreams to come across a devil either. What bad can happen in the life of a nineteen-year-old Inez? Inez was living a peaceful life. A peaceful life did not remain peaceful anymore after the death of her parents and then the entry of a handsome devil into her life. Let's dive into the journey of Inez Torsney and Lorcan Gatchel to know how Inez's happiness changed into complete desolation. Inez's life is not hers anymore. It is completely controlled by Lorcan, a devil who is madly in love with her. She has to submit to the needs of her soon-to-be husband. One act of disobedience and she will fall from the thin line she is walking. She has to remain captive and endure. This is the only way that ensure the safety of her sister. ... "We all are trapped in this world. We all are in an invisible cage but only the weak get to experience it in the worst way". - Lorcan

My scalp and jaw were paining too much for my mouth to defy him . But i promised myself I wouldn't ever listen to this dominating jerk . " how dare you talk to him ! "His voice boomed " how dare you defend another man in front of me ! " And his pull got harder " ahhhh " Tears were flowing down " Edward was.."I said but I was cut off with a slap on my face " I dare you to take another man's name again from your mouth and let me tell you , you're not gonna be able to see light again !" Read the novel to know more..... The story gets better trust me ❤️ #1 Control #1 Fear #1 Possessive #1 Obsessed #2 Dark love

"P-please, Lucien," Amara sobbed, her voice barely holding together as her trembling hands pushed against his chest. "Let me go... I-I'm begging you..." Lucien didn't move away. Instead, his grip tightened, pulling her flush against his chest. One hand tangled in her hair, forcing her head back, exposing her neck like she was prey already caught. "You still don't get it, do you?" he growled, his voice low and dangerous. "I've waited too long. I've watched too long. No one else touches what's mine." His hands slid slowly, possessively, across her waist, up her sides, fingers burning through the thin fabric of her shirt. She squirmed, cried harder, but he only leaned in more - his breath hot against her skin. "Stop crying, angel," he whispered darkly. "Or I'll give you something real to cry about."

Arav×Isha 💀 He saw me on the metro. Just once. That was all it took. I didn't even notice him. But he remembered everything . Two weeks later, I woke up in a bridal saree, sindoor in my hair, and a mangalsutra around my neck. No pheras. No promises. Just a forced marriage... and a door that wouldn't open. "You're mine now," he whispered. "Even if you hate me for it." I tried to run. More than once. But he always found me. And every time I left, something inside me shattered louder than the door I slammed. I told myself I didn't love him. I swore I hated him. But then... Why does it ache more to leave him... than to stay with my captor? ------------- Honestly, this is my first story. Good or bad, both responses are highly appreciated. 🏆1 in #captive (30/06/2025) 🏆 1 in #touchherandyoudie (28/7/2025) 🏆 2 in #dominace

He was the man of power and money. A ruthless 32-year-old billionaire who once believed in love-until betrayal turned his heart to stone. The day he lost the one person he truly cared for, every emotion in him died. Since then, he's convinced that only power and money make the world bend. Even marriage. Even hearts. She was a simple, middle-class girl. A kind soul who believed in humanity, empathy, and emotion. The light in her parents' lives. Someone who couldn't bear to see others in pain-and always chose to help. Until her own life turned into a living hell... the day his eyes fell on her. He dragged her into his world. A devil who made her the angel of his darkness. A man who touched her body... but never her heart. A silence screamed within her-but he never cared to hear it. Until one day... he did. --- What happens when the devil hears the silence of the angel he broke? What will he do when he falls for the woman he once ruined? Can she ever accept him? Can love bloom in the ruins of hatred and forced submission? --- > "You're mine. My fucking butterfly," he growled, thrusting deep inside her. She stared at the ceiling, face blank-emotionless. Because she knew this was never love. From the day she said yes to that marriage, she knew exactly what it meant- To be his possession, not his partner. --- tropes: ^age gap ^forced marriage ^obsessed ML ^innocent FL ^ he fell first and harder. book started: November 2024 ended: