We Are Blue Smith Brothers, Rich, Powerful, Cold and irresistibly Hot. No One ever Even Dared To Look at us in the Eyes. Victor Blue Smith - Jordy Blue Smith - Hardin Blue Smith - Kevin Blue Smith. We Thought No one could Ever , Ever Make us Weak untill They introduced her as Our stepsister. A Girl With White Hair and Mysterious Aura, She Never even looked at us But When Finally Her Gaze met ours, We saw somethi'n in Her doe eyes, Like She wanted to escape from somethi'n, she was trapped somewhere. Seemed like No one could Read Her Silence Like Us, But Why We ? We wanted to Hate Her But We ended up Being Her Saviour. More More ?? Falling in Love With Her . Reverse Harem. Contain: Hatered, Abuse, Sexual assault, Irresistible cute Moments, Please Read this on your own risk.

"P-please s-sir...it's not what you're thinking." Finally she mustered up the courage to speak these words. Her voice pleading and eyes desperate to get away from him. "I don't give a flying fuck! I paid for you and now you're going to do what you're supposed to do!" He hissed at her face making her large hazel eyes to broaden in fear. Carlos Knight wasn't supposed to see her but yet he did. The way her body moves to the rhythm of the tune was erotic for him, giving him a hard on and he knows he needs to have her, but what he didn't know is the seductress of a belly dancer is none other than his own personal assistant. What will Grace Dallas do, when she finds out that the client who paid in millions just to watch her dance for him alone at his penthouse was none other than her boss. Read to find out a story full of Dark Romance, erotism, passion, needs, misunderstandings, hate and crazy obsession of love. WARNING ⚠️ EXPLICIT CONTENT! (This is sample only!)

"Ahh noo, no, please ahhh." "Scream, scream louder!" he yelled, thrusting into her from behind. He spread her thighs wider and began to thrust forcefully. "Ahh, no..." "What do you mean 'no'? At least let me get my money's worth!" he added with a deep sigh. "Spread your legs, that's your only job." Through her tears, a girl named Aina could only see the image of her mother's blood-soaked body, lying on a ventilator, forcing her to quietly endure the pain. Meanwhile, 35-year-old Devaraj held her thighs and continued to forcefully deliver deep pounding into her from behind. 𝐀 𝐆𝐢𝐫𝐥 𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐄𝐃 𝐛𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐞𝐱-𝐀𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐌𝐞𝐧. Ｒｅａｄ ａｔ Ｙｏｕｒ Ｏｗｎ Ｒｉｓｋ.

#BOOK 2 OF HER LOVE SERIES.... Can be read as a standalone.... # THERE ARE TWO PROLOGUES FOR THE STORY; THE OTHER ONE YOU CAN READ IN THE CHAPTER. "Apko humse kya chahiye?" she asked as she found herself cornered and pinned against the fridge in the kitchen. "HOW DARE YOU LET THAT BASTARD LOOK AT YOU WITH THOSE EYES!" he groaned, pressing his face into the nook of her neck, calming himself with deep breaths of her scent. "Veer, he just smiled-" she stammered, anxious from his anger, but he placed his finger on her lips, lightly rubbing it to savor the touch. "NO ONE IN THIS WORLD IS ALLOWED TO SMILE OR EVEN LOOK AT YOU LIKE THAT WITH THOSE EYES, AS IF THEY CAN HAVE YOU FOR THEMSELVES. BECAUSE I FREAKING OWN YOU." He declared, sliding his hands under her saree and cupping her. She simply nodded at his boundless possessiveness. Seeing her timid demeanor, he leaned down to whisper in her ear, "HE DARED TO LOOK AT YOU FOR 10 SECONDS. I DIDN'T EVEN ALLOW FUCKING MYSELF FOR MORE THAN 5 SECONDS SO THAT I DON'T LOSE MY CONTROL." Her breath hitched at his words; she realized he was right, and now that man was definitely going to pay for it. His hands stopped on the hem of her blouse, making her eyes wide. (❁'◡'❁)(❁'◡'❁)(❁'◡'❁)(❁'◡'❁) TROPES ✨ ~Obsessed FML X INFINITELY Obsessed ML ~SHE FELL FIRST IN LOVE X HE JUMPED HARDER IN IT ~ HACKER X CEO ~ OFFICE ROMANCE ~AGE GAP ~ BEST FRIENDS BROTHER ROMANCE (❁'◡'❁)(❁'◡'❁)(❁'◡'❁)(❁'◡'❁) "Hatred was easier than admitting she still remembered his touch." ~ Arushi "He thought leaving her would save her; instead, it destroyed them both." ~ Rajveer (❁'◡'❁)(❁'◡'❁)(❁'◡'❁)(❁'◡'❁) What will happen when she loves him with all her heart, only for him to shatter her completely? What if she asks him to leave her forever, but destiny brings him back into her life? What will he do when he discovers that she

Noor never meant to catch the emperor's eye. She was just a dancer-beautiful, skilled, but disposable in a world where women like her existed for men's pleasure and nothing more. One performance at the dying queen's birthday. One night that would change everything. Badshah Rehaan Shah is a warrior king who's conquered kingdoms but never lost control. Until her. Until Noor dances into his court and sets him on fire. His wife is dying. His daughter needs him. His empire demands stability. But all he can think about is possessing the one woman he absolutely shouldn't want. What begins as forbidden attraction explodes into obsession. He claims her in shadows and corridors, unable to resist despite the scandal. When his wife gives her blessing with her final breath, Rehaan does the unthinkable-he makes a dancer his queen. -he's marked her body with his name, filled her with his seed, and bound her to him with vows that break centuries of tradition. She must learn to rule or face certain death. He'll burn the empire before he gives her up. A tale of brutal passion, political intrigue, and love that defies every rule-where a courtesan becomes queen and an emperor becomes a man obsessed. For mature audiences. The story features explicit content 18+ , intense possessive relationships, taboo things and a historical Mughal setting that allows for creative liberties.

Eshal was soft, ordinary, and far too fragile for a world ruled by men like Zayan Shehryar Mirza. A man feared across Karachi. Cold-blooded. Untouchable. Ruthlessly possessive. She was never supposed to catch his attention. But one terrified glance was enough to turn his obsession dangerous. And monsters like him don't fall in love gently- They consume* Trigger warning: 18+ content, Violence, Abuse, Forced Relationship Etc

𝐕𝐢𝐤𝐫𝐚𝐦 𝐒𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐡 𝐑𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐞 × 𝐀𝐫𝐚𝐝𝐡𝐲𝐚 34 × 22 She sit in horror,eyes flicking between his face and the weapon in his hand, then to her weeping family.Time seemed to stop. The priest.The guests.The walls.They all vanished.There was only Vikram and the cage he'd made for her. "You see, jaan "he murmured darkly"fate has brought us together And now,we are going to seal it..with marriage." Aradhya shook her head, voice shaking. "Please, sir..don't do this.I don't want to marry you.I'll never love you.Just leave me.." He smiled,that cold, monstrous smile."You don't have a choice.You bumped into me during the mehndi.And tradition demands we marry." "That's not a real tradition,"she whispered through her tears."You're just using it to control me." "perhaps "Vikram replied smoothly his voices calm but his his eyes flashing anger.."But it doesn't matter. You'll marry me.And that's final." The mangalsutra was next.Its gold chain and shiny diamond rested against her neck like a shackle.Her breath hitched.And then,the final blow vermilion.He smeared it across her hairline,sealing her fate with him in most brutal way ever. Vikram's eyes gleamed with victorious fire as he leaned close,his fingers tightening on her waist. "Now , you are mine.."he whispered "And no one can take you away from me." Aradhya's eyes flared."You'll regret this," she hissed."I won't be your prisoner forever." Vikram only chuckled. "I'm counting on it " he whispered "You'll learn to love me Aradhya one way or another.This is our destiny." "𝐇𝐞'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐬𝐨𝐟𝐭.𝐇𝐞'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐬𝐚𝐧𝐞..𝐇𝐞'𝐬 𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐜. 𝐇𝐞'𝐬 𝐜𝐫𝐮𝐞𝐥 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐇𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐚𝐭 𝐦𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐈 𝐚𝐦 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐆𝐨𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐬."

He pinned me against the wall, his hand on my throat and his lips on my neck. 'Run,' he said. 'I'll just drag you back.' I should hate him. I'm terrified of him. So why does my body betray me every time he whispers my name? He warned me once: "This city protects me, not you." Now I believe him. When I went to the police to escape Aleksandr Markov's relentless obsession, my sister was framed and locked up. When I tried to run, he bought my workplace and became my boss. When I begged him to let me go, he whispered in my ear with his lips pressed to my neck: "You're mine, My little dove. Struggle all you want-I'll keep you until you stop fighting... or until you break." But the scariest part? The longer I'm trapped in his cage, the less I want to leave. A billionaire villain. A powerless heroine. A game of power, obsession, and desire where losing means surrendering everything-including your heart.

Dark. Possessive. Enchanting. She never believed fate could be this cruel. One day she was just an ordinary woman - independent, bright, and unafraid to speak her mind - and the next, she was bound by the silent command of a man who ruled not only a kingdom, but every heartbeat that dared to defy him. He was a King feared by many - arrogant, ruthless, and dangerously calm. His silence carried more power than any threat, and his gaze was enough to make the strongest men kneel. No one questioned him. No one dared to say no. Until she did. Their marriage wasn't born from love, but from power - a deal wrapped in deceit and sealed by force. She was meant to be his ornament, his queen in name only. But something inside her refused to bend completely. And that defiance, that flicker of fire in her eyes, became the one thing he couldn't control. He told her love was weakness. Yet every time she looked away, his possessiveness deepened. Every time she cried, his anger turned to obsession. He could destroy empires, but not the storm she brought into his heart. Trapped between duty and desire, she learns that every chain he places around her is not just to bind - but to protect. The palace walls whisper secrets, his touch hides unspoken fears, and every night she wonders: is she his prisoner, or his queen? A mysterious, darkly romantic tale of power, betrayal, and a love that blurs the line between dominance and devotion. Because when the King falls for his captive, the kingdom itself trembles. 👑

Kaya Emerson has spent her entire life being made to feel like she's too much, too big, too emotional, too unlovable. Raised in a house of cruelty where her stepmother's venom runs deeper than blood, Kaya's only goal is to survive the day, shrink herself, and never be seen. Until she witnesses a man being murdered. And the killer turns to look at her. Cold. Dangerous. Beautiful in a way the devil himself would envy. 𝙉𝙞𝙘𝙤𝙡𝙖𝙨 𝙍𝙤𝙢𝙖𝙣𝙤 - mafia king, calculated killer, a man who turns bloodshed into an art. She runs. But he hunts. And when he finds her... he doesn't kill her. He keeps her. "You think I'll let you walk away, tesero? After you saw me at my worst? No. Now I need you to see me at my darkest... and still beg for more." Locked in his penthouse with secrets, diamonds, and demons, Kaya finds herself fighting not just for her freedom, but for her sanity. Because the man who should terrify her makes her feel seen. Wanted. Desired. Protected. Worshipped. Even as he drags her deeper into a world of violence and obsession. "I'll ruin you for anyone else, Kaya. They'll look at you, and you'll still be dripping with my name." He's possessive. Ruthless. Addicted to her curves. She's broken, insecure, and dangerously close to falling for her captor. And the scariest part? She's starting to like the way it feels to be his. 𝙈𝘼𝙁𝙄𝘼'𝙎 𝘾𝙐𝙍𝙑𝘼𝘾𝙀𝙊𝙐𝙎 𝙇𝙊𝙑𝙀 [18+] 𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐆𝐄𝐑 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 : this book contain body shaming, verbal abuse, mention of suicidal thoughts, graphic violence and murder, NSFW/smut/explicit scenes etc. So read on your own risk. If you don't like it then kindly click off the story than sounding stupid in my comment box.