In the quiet heart of a Maharashtrian village, Virat lives a simple life-until Ayaan Raghuwanshi, a ruthless businessman from the city, arrives with secrets in his eyes and darkness in his soul. Their worlds clash like fire and rain. Virat's innocence ignites something dangerous in Ayaan-a hunger, an obsession. But behind Ayaan's cold stare lies a storm, and behind Virat's soft defiance, a strength he doesn't yet understand. What begins with stolen glances turns into a toxic dance of dominance, resistance, and forbidden longing. He came to take the land. But he stayed to possess the boy.

Reyansh was made of softness. small, shy and impossibly sweet . he cries during sad commercials and thinks hug can heal the world Plump pink lips, puffy cheeks, skin that turned rosy if someone even looked too long. He smiled at strangers. Hugged flowers. Apologized to ants. But then Abhimaan singh rathor walked into his life. Cold. Rich. Powerful. A mafia heir with blood on his hands and obsession in his bones. He didn't believe in love. He believed in possession. Now Reyansh lives in a glass penthouse. His flower shop is gone. His freedom, bought. And Abhimaan watches his every move - like a god admiring his favorite creation. > "You were too soft for this world, sweetheart," he whispers. "So I stole you from it." This isn't a love story. This is a velvet trap made of obsession, kisses, and gold handcuffs. Soft boy. Hard man. Deadly love. He smiled at the wrong stranger... Now he belongs to him.

• 𝐈𝐍𝐃𝐈𝐀𝐍 𝐅𝐌𝐂 × 𝐈𝐓𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐀𝐍 𝐌𝐌𝐂 I didn't get distracted. Not by beauty. Not by innocence. And yet, here I was. Watching her. Wanting her. She had no idea that the most dangerous man in Italy had stopped everything just to witness her. I should have driven away. I should have ignored the strange pull in my chest, the hunger curling in my gut. But then she laughed. And I knew I was fucked. Buckle up for a rollercoaster of chaos, comedy, and a whole lot of WTF just happened moments in HBHB-where love isn't just unexpected, it's absolutely ILLEGAL.

Every story has a villain. And we grow up believing villains never win. That they are punished, destroyed. But when the villain wins... then??? . . This book has no fairytale, no happy ending... only a dark love story twisted with obsession, running, caging, torturing, and everything that drags you into the shadows. The description isn't nice I know. I was too lost inside the prologue I didn't even get time to shape these words. But if you want to read about love turned into chains, about obsession about torture then read this story. And after you read the prologue... if you want to write a description for me you can. I'll add it🤞🏻

"Excuse me!! How dare you to talk to me like this?? Do you know who I am?" He roared at Vanika in loud voice pointing his index finger towards her. "Prime minister ke bete ho tum?? By growing this beard and height, are you thinking that you are training commander? Listen Mr. Whatever, I don't give a damn about your identity. So just leave my way." Vanika said putting his finger down by her index finger. He gave her a death glare and left from there while she smirked . ******************************************************** She was standing in line with other IPS candidates but suddenly gets 440 volt shock when the same man she fought with came to stage throwing sharp glares at Vanika and said - "Good morning Candidates. I am Nirmay Oberoi your training commander. And from now you all will be trained under my guidance in these 11 months." ******************************************************** But both of them did not know that the tale which has started will go "𝙵𝚁𝙾𝙼 𝙷𝙴𝚁𝙴 𝚃𝙾 𝙴𝚃𝙴𝚁𝙽𝙸𝚃𝚈".

A haunting, seductive enemies-to-lovers story where obsession isn't a weakness - it's the plan. Viransh Mehra is a brilliant student - top of his class, quiet, calculated... and unhealthily obsessed. Advait Sinha is a cold, by-the-book literature teacher with a locked heart and a past full of mistakes. He lives by routine, silence, and iron rules - rules that start to crack when he realizes he's being watched... not just in class, but everywhere. What begins as a subtle fixation turns into a chilling game of psychological chess: Viransh wants to break through the teacher's icy control and own him completely - mind, body, and fear. But the more Advait tries to escape the student's growing obsession, the deeper he sinks into it - caught between fear and forbidden desire. Control shifts. Power blurs. And soon, the only thing more dangerous than being wanted... is wanting it back. Tropes: •dark academia •bl romance •teacher × student (18+) •genius stalker top •cold older bottom •obsession → desire → disaster

Demon x Sacrificed Bride Offered as a virgin sacrifice to the ruthless Demon King, she expected death. Instead, he claimed her as his play thing - to breed, to ruin, to own forever. And in his darkness... she begins to crave what she should fear.

He's obsessed, insane even. He has to know her, watch her, touch her. She's his, and nothing will stop him. But she's smarter than he thinks.. ••• "You call me if he bothers you ever again, yeah?" "It's really nothing I-" he cuts me off "You'll call me." He says firmer "okay?" "Okay" I say softly, looking up at him. He's so fucking close to me. We just stand there for a moment and I'm having trouble remembering how to breathe. He leans closer, gently tilting my head up so that my eyes stay on him. "Good girl"

You'll get a variety of short horror stories here. I'm not a writer so I have collected these stories from different sources. I hope you won't mind until you're enjoying reading them.

Ye tera muntazir, Tu riwayat hai... The world is magical and I am its princess. That's what I have been told since childhood. Living my life so peacefully with my beautiful family, who would have thought that this same magical world would actually become magic. A magic that consumes you to death. A magic that goes direct in your veins. And a magic that you can't escape. He found me. God knows when, but he did. He's back. But was he ever gone to begin with? But this time, he'll drag me by my throat and never let me go. Because, He is magic.