Hana Saleh's life was a symphony of tradition and quiet contentment. At 20, she was a tapestry woven with the threads of her faith: the warmth of family dinners, the gentle rustle of her hijab as she walked through the bustling streets of New York. Her days were filled with the humdrum of classes at the University, the joy of helping her mother at the family bakery, and the quiet solace of prayer. This tranquil life, however, was another to be ripped apart by a force as potent and unpredictable. Massimo Costa was a man of contradictions. He was the ruthless Don, feared by all, his name whispered with reverence and dread. Born into a life of violence, Massimo had risen through the ranks with lightning speed, his ambition knew no bounds, and he yearned for absolute control over the illicit empire. ------------------------------ His laugh echoed throughout the room, a chill ran down my spine as i hid behind a small space between the door and wardrobe. "It seems like my fiore mio is playing hide and seek." In a swift motion, I was pulled out my hiding spot, his hot breath mixing with mine as he scowls at me. His eyebrows frowning and his large calloused hands clenched around my cheeks. "You think this is a game? I gave you a chance and now you'll learn your place the hard way." His arm circled around my knees, lifting me over his shoulder. I hit his back screaming, I gasped as he threw me onto the bed. His eyes bore into mine. "Take off your clothes...." ------------------------------ ⚠️18 +

╰┈➤✮ 𝑅𝑢𝑠ℎ𝑎𝑑 × 𝐴𝑣𝑟𝑎𝑡𝑟𝑖𝑘𝑎 ❝𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐨𝐛𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐨𝐛𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐡𝐞𝐫❞ *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧ "You will not talk to him." He said whispering, as if trying to control his anger, but I don't care about him right now. "I will, you are literally no one to tell me what to do and what not." I said, stating the fact. "Oh, Mia! Do not make me do something that you will regret." He said encircling his one hand around my waist and with the other he held the back of my neck firmly yet gently as he pushed me against the wall lightly, cagging me. "What will you do huh?" I know I am provoking him but i don't care because why would I? He thinks that he owns me which is so wrong. It's just him and his lethal obsession. "I will not think twice before fucking you right now and I will not stop till, forget about dancing you are even unable to walk properly." He said and i could see in his eyes that he is not lying at all. He is Rushad Shannan after all. The man of his words. ───⋆⋅☆⋅⋆─── A girl was just dancing in the rain one day but she didn't know that a man would get so obsessed with her that he would make her his possession. What will happen when he tries to make her mine? Will she accept him? Or She will run away from him? Dark romance!! So it will contain highly mature content. Really possessive MML. So read it at your risk!

Being a stalker came with its dangers in itself, but stalking the Italian mafia's princess? It was a task that could easily be rewarded with death. A deadly obsession. A just as powerful stalker. How will Maria deal with the rival mafias son being completely, utterly and irrevocably obsessed with her? . . . MARIA BIANCHI age 19 Protected and sheltered her whole life, by not just her overprotective parents but also her 3 older brothers. She always had a loving childhood but never the freedom to go out and explore. Homeschooled her whole life, she never got the chance to make many friends but her one best friend Isabella. Her mom's best friends daughter. What will she do when one day, when she is finally allowed to leave her house for a few hours she catches the eye of the worst man possible? The sole male heir to the rival mafia. The Russian mafia. ALEKSANDER PETROV age 23 One of the only two children of the Russian Don. He was raised lovingly but he never got the same care as his younger sister. He never resented her for it but grew to hate his father. The Russian Don. Feared by not just the citizens but also the government. Aleksander was known to be cold and heartless. He cared about no one and had no weak spot. Not even his dead mother who died giving birth to him. He was raised to be a don. He was never taught love, or kindness. Only cruelty and hate. So when he sees a brunette girl eating ice cream and feeding the ducks his heart doesnt know how to behave. And he does the only thing he's ever been taught. He fixates. (NONE OF THE PICTURES ARE MINE THEY ARE ALL FROM PINTEREST)

Book one of the temptation series AND ISN'T A STANDALONE ❦︎𝐈 𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐈 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐈 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐈 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐈 𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 ❦︎ ❦︎𝐇𝐨𝐰 𝐝𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐲 𝐚 𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐧𝐞?❦︎ ❦︎𝐈𝐭 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐚 𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐨 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐲 𝐚 𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫❦︎ We were 'hate' fucking. I hid my gun underneath the bed because I don't fully trust him. He is unpredictable. I moaned, not able to hold back the way that made me feel and as I slowly recovered from it, he spanked me one last time before he pulled out. He stood up, grabbed his scattered clothes all over the room as he pointed a finger " Don't forget that, this doesn't change anything between us " I lifted myself unable to move due to the ache between my legs. He instantly pinned my naked body to the wall, a hand cupping my throat with a tight grip whilst he placed the other beside the left side of my head on the wall. I gasped with shock."You are mine to fuck.My enemy and mine alone." He demanded with a husky voice. He put on his black shirt and I take the chance to tug him, our lips inches apart. "If I am yours, then you are mine" I mumble slowly. He smiled at himself, his dimples appearing.

My brother's bestfriend is Mafia🔪💀 "Ethan stop" Hailey whispered in panic as her back hit the wall roughly "My parents are still in the dining hall-" Ethan caged her in, hand gripping her waist, pressing her hard in wall "You think I care?" "You're not scared but I am" she shivered when he nipped and sucked on her neck He mumbled between neck kisses "If you're with me you don't get to be scared" "This isn't the right time" she tried to push his chest His jaw clenched "Do that again and I won't be this gentle" Ethan's thumb grazed her bottom lip "I'm done pretending you're just my best friend's sister" "You're acting crazy" "Crazy?" He gave a hollow laugh "No angel I'm making love." She glared "This isn't love You're trying to own me" "Exactly" he whispered pressing his body to hers "That's how I love, by owning you, touching you, making sure you're only mine." "Ethan..." "Say it again" "Ethan" she moaned as he bit her He leaned closer "You belong to me Say it" "No" Ethan's his eyes darkened "Fine I'll make you" "We're in a house full of people...my family-" "And I'm your family too" he growled "Your secret one" "You're impossible" His lips traced her jaw "And you're mine Deny it again and I'll remind you in ways you won't forget" Hailey's fingers curled into his shirt "You'll get us caught" Ethan only smirked, brushing his lips across her cheek and licking "Then let everyone know you're mine" Her breath hitched "You're insane" He leaned closer, his nose brushing hers "For you? Yeah I can live with that" His hand slid to the back of her neck "Sometimes it feels like you want to own me more than you want to love me" Ethan's jaw clenched, he grabbed her chin gently but firmly "Baby loving you is owning you" "What if I break?" "Then I'll be the one to fix you Only me... No one else touches what's mine" Hailey inhaled shakily as his lips hovered just above hers. "If you kiss me now I won't be able to stop." "Who said I wanted you to?

#2 | Blood Constellations [Book 1 ~ Not a standalone] At Royale Crown Academy, where wealth dictates power and legacy defines worth, Dev Oberoi is untouchable. The heir to the Oberoi empire-a dynasty built on luxury, tech, and politics-he is ruthless, commanding, and dangerously possessive. No one crosses him and lives to tell the tale. Then comes Ishaani Varma. A soft-spoken, middle-class girl who enters the academy on a scholarship. She is fragile, painfully innocent, and entirely out of place in this world of private jets and designer labels. She doesn't understand the whispers, the silent rules, or the weight of Dev's gaze when he sets his eyes on her. But she is not the one to like them. From the moment he sees her, he decides-she is his. She isn't allowed to cry-because he will kiss it away. She isn't allowed to flinch-because only he can touch her. She isn't allowed to look at another man-because she belongs to him. But Ishaani doesn't understand obsession. She doesn't see the danger behind his devotion. Because in Dev's world, love isn't sweet. It is raw, consuming, and unbreakable. And in this dark, elite world-she will race against him only to lose? She was never meant to have a choice. But she wasn't like others, she was Femme Fatale. Vote.Comment.Follow.♥️

You've always heard the story of an innocent girl falling for the school bully. Sweet.Shy.Soft-spoken. But have you ever heard the story,Of a Queen Bee? This isn't about the fragile girl in the corner.This is about Muskan Kapoor- Blonde curls, blue eyes, and a pink obsession.Feared in the halls of Regal Crest Academy, she's the girl everyone wants to be...Or avoid. The daughter of elite business moguls Vikram and Ariana Kapoor, Muskan was raised like a princess-spoiled, adored, and dangerous when crossed. She's used to ruling, not falling. But beneath the gloss and glitter, she hides a secret- A quiet little crush on the school's dark mystery:Arnav Singh Rathore. The six-foot-four son of the world's most feared mafia. Green-eyed.Cold.Calculated. Heir of Aryan and Riya Rathore-a bloodline that runs with power and danger. Arnav doesn't chase.He hunts. And when he starts noticing the hidden layers beneath Muskan's perfect image...He doesn't fall. He gets obsessed. This isn't a love story. It's a war between pride,power, and passion. Where the Queen Bee falls-but not without dragging the King down with her. For everyone who roots for the villain... This story is for you. teaser : "You should really learn when to shut up," Arnav said, voice low-too controlled. Muskan smirked, flipping her curls. "And you should stop acting like some grumpy uncle. It's getting boring." That was it. In a flash, his fingers wrapped around her wrist, and she was pinned to her car-hard. The air shifted. "You've got a big mouth, princess..." he whispered, his face so close she could feel the heat of his breath. "...and no clue who you're playing with." Before she could speak- His lips crashed onto hers. Rough. Sudden. Forbidden. And then-Everything stopped. 𝕯𝖔 𝖗𝖊𝖒𝖊𝖒𝖇𝖊𝖗 "𝕴𝖙 sometimes 𝖙𝖆𝖐𝖊𝖘 𝖆 𝖛𝖎𝖑𝖑𝖆𝖎𝖓 𝖙𝖔 𝖑𝖔𝖛𝖊 𝖆 𝖛𝖎𝖑𝖑𝖆𝖎𝖓."~𝓜𝔂𝓼𝓽𝓲𝓬𝓶𝓲𝓼𝓼