"A cursed heir. A forced ghost marriage. An innocent boy bound to a haunted haveli. When Veeransh and Aariv are tied together by fate, what begins as superstition becomes a love powerful enough to defy even death." MXM mpreg supernatural LGBT bl violence abuse

"Everything here runs on my terms, assistant." Desperate for a job, Kim Taehyung's last hope is Jeon Automobiles. But the cold and intimidating CEO, Jeon Jungkook, isn't someone who welcomes change-especially not after the tragic loss of his wife. Can Taehyung survive in a world ruled by Jungkook's iron will, or will he crumble under the pressure? -office au ☆Top- Jeon Jungkook ☆Bottom- Kim Taehyung ⚠️ Warning: A slowburn with lots of angst. Emotions unravel slowly-nothing is rushed. Do not report or repost my book istg!!

His life, surrounded by scheming by darkness, by vile humans he himself was more darker than night was a maniac then came a boy just like whispers of soft cool wind on sunny day ... Oh how badly he went crazy for that one person.... He just wanted him... Wanted him .... Wanted ...keshav to be his..only his... His keshav.... Keshav to be owned and possessed by him to be marked by only him. Keshav who just held kindness in his eyes for the world never knew how cruely how disgustingly those filthy thoughts were brewing in the dark eyes of the person he respected the most. This is an Indian Bl story. WARNING Indian bl MxB Marriage BxB Obsession Mpreg Possessiveness Transmigration Kind MC Crazy ML Manipulation GxG Killings Politics Stalking

In the village of Kharavali, nestled among the golden wheat fields of rural Punjab, every bad thing was common and fear was the only law that truly mattered. Here, the Gill family ruled as undisputed heads for three generations. They owned the lands, the wells, the transport routes, and the silence of every soul who lived within the crumbling stone walls. No dispute was settled, no problem solved, and no tradition enforced without their word. The village existed in a perpetual shadow of cruelty disguised as custom where power flowed through blood and gold, and softness had no place to survive. At the centre of it all stood the grand yet oppressive Gill haveli, a fortress that swallowed lives and spat out obedience. In Kharavali, the Gills did not govern. They owned. WARNING ⚠️ The story contains dark theme, read on your own, you've been warned already. #r*pe #mpreg #violence

Ishaan Oberoi known for his brutality and cunning reputation for getting what he wants, no matter the cost . But when he lays eyes on Aarav something shifts within him . He's drawn to the young man's fiery spirit and captivating smile . _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ Aarav a 18 year old boy from "Manipur" his petite features gives him an ethereal look as a collage student he navigates the world with a gentle soul and vulnerable heart He was living a simple life , until the day he's kidnapped by the ruthless mafia leader Ishaan. ................ It is an Indian bl based on my imagination 💜 This is my first time writing a story. It will contain :- Abuse 18+ Torture R@pe Kidnapping Forced marriage Obsession If you don't like reading this kind of story then don't read. Mature part will be marked as 🔞⚠️

"I signed the contract to save my son. I didn't know I was selling myself." He was desperate. Jungkook was dangerous. When a scandal threatened Jeon Jungkook's empire, he needed a fake spouse to clean up his image. Taehyung, a soft-spoken janitor with a sick child and no options, was the perfect target. Cold contracts were signed. And CLAUSE 27 made one thing clear. No love, no attachment and absolutely no mistakes. But Jungkook was cruel, controlling, and colder than Taehyung could've imagined....turning every moment into a quiet war. And Taehyung...was breaking, slowly. This wasn't a marriage at all. It was more like a survival under a CEO's thumb. *This is Not A Continuation* Dedicated to CEO Jeon from T&C #Sadism #ReallyHeavyAngst #ContractualMarriage #darkthemes Do not Report or Repost.

🖤 BOOK 2 OF THE SIN SERIES 🖤 He lost everything... and became something worse. 🩸 A psychopath who doesn't feel-until someone disrupts his silence. ☀️ A chaotic boy walks into a world that destroys people... and doesn't break. 🔥 One thrives in darkness. One refuses to be consumed. 💔 When they collide... it won't be love at first sight-it'll be war. © 2026 by silentwriter_24 All Rights Reserved. This story is my original work. Please do not copy, translate, repost, or reproduce any part of this book without my permission. ⚠ Disclaimer This is a work of fiction. All characters, events, organizations, and situations are purely imaginary. Any resemblance to real people or incidents is coincidental. This story contains crime, violence, mature themes, and Boys' Love (BL) romance intended for mature readers.

Akash who finds himself on the web of the young powerful man named agastya who gets whatever he wants,let's see how things will turn out for him. I will remind everyone that this is a darkromance book so it is going to be dark , I won't use any smut in my story and if I will you are going to be warned in the being of the chapter I don't own any of the pictures

READ BEFORE PROCEEDING ⚠️ This story contains dark themes, non-consensual elements, psychological trauma, and heavy emotional. Minors DNI. Please read responsibly and take care of yourself. If you're here for soft romance - this is not that place.🖤 Welcome to the dark He was running as fast as his legs would carry him, breath tearing out of his chest, silent tears blurring the corridor ahead. His feet slipped. His knees buckled. He hit the floor hard. Hands seized him from behind before he could crawl away. Another grip forced his face up, fingers tangled painfully in his hair, holding him still. A voice in front of him curved into a smile he couldn't see but could feel. "Oh, dear," the man said softly. "You know I don't like it when you try to run." Another presence loomed closer, close enough for him to feel breath against his skin, "So scared," the second voice murmured. "You always are." He leaned down towards his neck and sniffled him and murmured,"Mm... You smell so nice, just like... wet soil after rain." His body began to shake uncontrollably. Tears spilled freely now, unchecked, soaking into his collar. The struggle drained out of him-not because he wanted to stop, but because he no longer had the strength to keep fighting. His fingers loosened around the fabric of his own shirt. Not surrender. Just exhaustion.