"I-I should be heading to my room now." I told him not in anyway ready to face him. "Turn around." He instructed. "Your fiancee may w-wake up soon to use t-the bathroom or discover no ones t-there." This would definitely not be a good look. Stop stuttering, I mentally chanted. "She won't." Was his response. "Please, I must head back to my r-room." I informed him, it had already been too long since we were in the bathroom alone. "You won't be getting out of here until you comply with my instructions." He informed. What game was he playing! I obliged and did what he said slowly turning around with my eyes tightly. *********** Unedited! Exclusively signed to wattpad.

Life is not always an easy bed to walk over it. What happens if you are forced to do something which you have never dreamt off. It's a dark romance which will focus on the life of the female protagonist. Swara, an orphan who is trapped into the DEVIL's plan and is going to suffer for lifelong. Sanskar Maheswari aka S.M. is the name of that DEVIL who owns fortune, literally he is the owner of the whole city. He spends every night in embrace of different girl. What happens when that feisty girl attracts that devil's attention, not for good but to be destroyed? [Note :- Earlier known as Gathbandhan]

🩸 YAKUZA'S DIRGE- "A dirge is a funeral hymn, and his love was a slow, brutal mourning-not for her death, but her freedom." "Do you know why I keep you locked up?" Her breath hitched. Her fingers curled against his chest - hesitantly, reverently - and oh god. The feel of him. Hard. Unforgiving. A wall of heat under her trembling hands. His chest was broad, every muscle taut beneath the thin shirt, his pecs shifting as he breathed - not shallowly, but deeply. Controlled. His teeth grazed her cheek. A bite. Gentle. Carnal. Her lips parted. A broken breath fell from her. Then a whisper - from him. "Hmm?" She shook her head. Too slow. Too dazed. His hand slipped lower, finally, cupping her waist - his palm large enough to cage her, thumb brushing just beneath the curve of her ribs while his other arm remained hooked around her back. Not pinning. Holding. Pulling. She was caged. Held flush to him. Nothing between them but her open robe and his clothed chest. But even then, the heat bled through. He bent again - lower this time. His lips kissed the corner of her jaw. Not sweetly. Possessively. Then he whispered something so sinful, so deliberate, it felt like it was made of oil and ash and honey: "Because if even one man saw you like this... he'd forget his god. He'd fuck his name out of your mouth and never ask if you were promised." Her thighs trembled. Her hand fisted in the fabric at his chest - not to resist. To survive the feeling. He dragged his lips to her jaw again. Her ear. He didn't press them to her skin. He simply hovered. Teased. Waited. She could barely breathe. Her body shook in his hands, her inner thighs slick with her own arousal, every nerve burning like she was being readied for slaughter. Then-her voice. Small. Too soft for anyone else to hear. But he was not anyone. "...But I already attracted the worst kind." His head stilled. Eyes lowered to her again. She swallowed. Then added-"Didn't I?"

"What did I fucking tell you about lying?" He spanked me again, harder this time. "I warned you what would happen if you teased me again. You were doing so well. Why do you enjoy disobeying me?" he snarled. I gulped, shaking my head slightly to myself. "I asked you a fucking question, Sierra." There was no way out of this one; I was toast. ••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••• This book contains sexual content and a dominant/submissive relationship. Reader discretion is advised.

Mihir x Shivika Where the hell are you dragging me?" I yelled at him. But there was no response from his side. He just kept dragging me with him God knows where! "Leave my Hand." No response We got into an empty room and he closed the door behind me and the next second I WAS PINNED AGAINST THE DOOR! "What is your problem!" I spoke looking in his eyes which was DARK! HIS DARK EYES TERRIFYING ME TO MY CORE. "HOW DARE YOU LET HIM KISS YOU?" He asked directly looking in my eyes. His eyes were screaming DANGER and I would be lying if I said that I was not getting affected because it was damn affecting me very much. Dive in the story to read more. _________________________________________________

𝙎𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙞𝙜𝙣𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙩𝙧𝙖𝙘𝙩 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙨𝙞𝙭 𝙢𝙤𝙣𝙩𝙝𝙨.... 𝙃𝙚 𝙥𝙡𝙖𝙣𝙣𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙤 𝙠𝙚𝙚𝙥 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧. It was supposed to be fake. Just a deal. A contract. He needed a wife for six months. She needed the money. But Ira didn't expect her cold, controlling boss to become so... possessive. "The contract ends in six months, Mr. Malhotra," she reminds him. His dark eyes flicker with something dangerous. "Then why do you feel like mine already?"

"Do you think you can get away from me, huh?" He asked striding towards her. She trembled at his intimidating voice trying to free her hand from the chains. "P-please...i-i am s-sorry.... Don't hurt m-me..." She begged him trembling in fear. The dominant inside him groaned in satisfaction looking at her helpless tied up form. He bend down to her level and whispered in her ear making her shiver "time for punishment, sweetheart."

"I'm not a man of many words... солнышко," he said softly, the Russian endearment curling off his tongue like smoke-sweet, but choking. "Come closer." She hesitated, her body trembling, tears spilling soundlessly down her cheeks. He watched her, the way fear made her small, fragile-beautiful in a broken way. She rose, slow as a confession, and walked to him because something in his smile promised shelter and tasted like a lie. He leaned in, close enough to feel his breath, and I saw the patient cruelty behind his eyes. "Now," he murmured, his voice turning colder, heavier, "tell me... what did you do to make me want to cut your leg?" The room went still, except for her quiet gasps. He tilted his head, studying her face as if searching for the moment she would break. ............................................................... Linda finally gets her big break - a visa sponsorship job at the Lincoln Foundation. She's placed with the Adams family, a kind couple who welcome her with open arms and treat her like the daughter they never had. Their home is beautiful, their hearts warm, and for the first time, Linda feels a sense of belonging. But everything changes the night of a business party hosted by Mr. Adams. There, she meets Arseny - and from that moment, her dream life slowly turns into a haunting nightmare.

His love became her biggest curse in the world. She thought when somebody is in love, the other person's happiness matters the most to that person but her innocence became her biggest enemy. He was the young age owner of Khurana companies owning the wealth earned by his father and chachu. The person he loves and respects the most in the world is his chachi. He was the reason why people started fearing Khuranas. His brain worked like a devil with his devilish looks. His dark eyes observe the littlest details in his surroundings. He earned the name of the devil for himself. She was the definition of an angel with her innocence and beauty. Her heart is pure as an angel and her brain innocent as a child. She was the heart of her family. She never believed in darkness and attracted the devil himself towards her. The devil never wants a single male to look at her the way, he looks at her. He never thought he could ever feel love ever in his life but everything changed when his eyes fall on her. His obsession, his possession, his soulmate, his angel, his babydoll.

HIGHEST RANK #1 infatuation #1 tonimahfud #5 dark romance #1 abusivecontent Amelia Hutton, 18, is a radiant young woman whose heart belongs to her family, especially her fiercely protective older brother, Jonathan. Her world is safe, simple-until she crosses paths with Gabriel Hamilton. Gabriel is no ordinary man. A billionaire with an air of power and ruthlessness, he is as captivating as he is dangerous. But beneath the charm lies a master manipulator. He doesn't demand-he persuades. He doesn't chase-he lures. With every calculated word and carefully placed gesture, he dismantles Amelia's resistance piece by piece, making her question her own thoughts, her own choices. He plays the long game, twisting reality until she can't tell where his influence ends and her own desires begin. As their fates intertwine, Amelia must navigate the thin line between love and control, light and darkness. Can she escape Gabriel's carefully woven web, or will she surrender to the illusion of love he so expertly creates?