I crouched down, searching for my walking stick as the crowd around me erupted in chaos. My heart raced, fearing if I would get hurt in a place I was never supposed to come. All of a sudden everything stopped, the air around me stilled as the aftertaste of the gun shot lingered behind. My heart dropped, a tear slipping from my eyes as I wondered who would get shot next. But that shot never came. Rather a hand forwarded me my walking stick as I grasped it like it was my lifeline. And ironically it was. "W-who are you?" I asked as I caught my breath, my eyes darting to find a presence near me. No reply came but what I felt sent shivers down my spine. The man in front of me was no ordinary person, his eyes heavy as I felt their pressure on me. Dominating and ever consuming as they demanded my attention. Then all of a sudden a gloved hands shot up near my face wiping my lone tear, my hands almost reaching to touch his expensive leather gloves. But before I could, everything stopped. His unknown presence left as the room around me found its light back. And I was left with a feeling of dread that I would get my answer very soon. ✰⋆｡:ﾟ･*☽ [18+] A stand alone sequel to Forced, By You.

"So you didn't give me one. Don't you want to befriend me?" Oliver teased, with absolutely no expression on his face. If it weren't for his tone, I never would have guessed. "But you're my husband... my fake husband." My face scrunches in confusion, and he very slowly takes a step closer to me, and I immediately take one back I'm backed up and pinned between the wall and his very huge body. His left hand lands right above me on the wall, and his right one slowly snakes around my waist, and I shiver as a result. My eyes flutter closed, my breathing thickens as he bends until he's right in front of me. My heartbeat is going a thousand miles an hour as I feel his lips brush against my right earlobe. "Listen, and listen carefully, sweetheart," he whispers, his deep voice seeping trouble, and that nickname-I swear to God. "I am your fake nothing," he says, stressing the 'nothing,' his hot air fanning my neck. "Our marriage might've been a contract, but under no circumstances is what we have fake. You are my wife and will be until you have my fucking signature on the divorce papers. Got it?" With a shaky breath, I look up at him as I feel him pull his face away. __________ She was raised to follow the rules. He was born to break them. Sienna Martinez is the golden girl. Soft-spoken, smart, and graceful. She runs her family's business, keeps her reputation spotless, and avoids trouble until trouble walks in wearing a tailored suit and a devil's smirk. Oliver Salvatore is royalty, the next CEO of The Salvatore Group. Ruthless when needed, dangerously charming when he wants. Marriage was never in his plans until his brother and her sister ran away. But one year, one marriage, and one rule-don't fall in love-prove easier said than done. Especially when the girl he's been searching for fourteen years is the one standing right in front of him, and somewhere between the lies and the longing, they've already crossed the line.

Mythili Kapoor, in her eyes,is a nobody. Her parents were always in want of a son and were granted that wish post twelve years of her birth and since then her brother Rajveer has been the apple of her parents eyes. Oh yes, she is remembered when they have to make public appearances and play the perfect family but other than that, no one cares if she sometimes cry herself to sleep or just sits by the window of her room for hours with a book, unnoticed or if she misses her meals and honestly, she has stopped minding anything now. She has stopped feeling anything. In her twenty one years of existence, people have rarely bothered about her but she wants one thing for herself, to be independent and thankfully, her parents don't mind her going to college. Shivaay Singh Rathore is a man of a few, but straight words. Multi-Billionaire at twenty-eight, life hadn't spared him the kindness to have a childhood everyone deserves. He is honest and his past is something no one truly can speak about and carries a roguish charm to his demigod looks. Unwanted and uncared for are two different feelings but at the end of the tunnel, both find their base in loneliness. These two will too. Well, destiny and its mysterious ways.

Dark Romance. Warning!! ** Gunnar aka Humza Ghazali, is a name that sends chills through Mumbai. A ruthless mafia boss, a cold-blooded killer-His presence alone is enough to suffocate those around him. He rules the underworld with an iron fist. He is darkness, deadly and unyielding. Rhythm Hussain, 19, is his complete opposite-a bright, bubbly soul with a smile that could melt ice. Her warmth draws people in, her heart too soft to hold grudges. She is the light, glowing softly in a world that can often be cruel and unforgiving. He is the devil, and she, an angel. Forced into marriage, they are like fire meeting ice, the sun clashing with a dark and cold moon. Their worlds couldn't be more different, yet fate has bound them together. What begins as attraction turns into a dangerous obsession-a battle between light and darkness. In the end, who will be consumed by the fire? ** Warning! 18+ Abusive content! Sinful Pleasures✅ Raw Need✅ Age gap✅ Pure Obsession✅ Forced Marriage *** #1 in dark out of 143k stories on 16-08-2022 #1 in Humor out of 210K stories on 14-02-2023 #1 in Mumbai on 16-03-2022 again on 31-10-2022 #1 in innocent #1 in Obsession on 12-11-2022 out of 26k #1 in EroticRomance 22-04-2022 #3 in Drama out of 487k on 22-08-2022

𝕀 𝕕𝕚𝕕𝕟'𝕥 𝕞𝕒𝕣𝕣𝕪 𝕙𝕚𝕞 𝕓𝕖𝕔𝕒𝕦𝕤𝕖 𝕀 𝕝𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕕 𝕙𝕚𝕞, 𝕀 𝕞𝕒𝕣𝕣𝕚𝕖𝕕 𝕙𝕚𝕞 𝕓𝕖𝕔𝕒𝕦𝕤𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕨𝕠𝕣𝕝𝕕 𝕝𝕖𝕗𝕥 𝕞𝕖 𝕟𝕠 𝕠𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣 𝕕𝕠𝕠𝕣.............. She was forced to marry a man twenty years older, her future decided without mercy. But minutes before the vows, the groom vanished. In his place stood a stranger - a man just as trapped as she was. A marriage neither of them chose... yet both were forced to live. ‧₊ ˚ ⊹ ࣭ ⭑ . ₊ ⊹ .₊๋ ‧₊ ˚ ⊹ ࣭ ⭑ . ₊ ⊹ .₊๋ ‧₊ ˚ ⊹ ࣭ ⭑ . ₊ ⊹ .₊๋ ‧₊ ˚ ⊹ ࣭ ⭑ . ₊ ⊹ .₊๋ Arnav Singh Rajvansh 28 year old (ORPHAN) CEO of the biggest empire THE RAJVANSH EMPIRE have biggest secret Cold for everyone... doesn't believe in love and affection... just a waste of time for him Focused on work... only work Ishita Rao 23 year old Just graduated Lived with uncle, aunt, and elder cousin bro... Never got love, just torture and hate for crimes she never committed What will happen when both of them are forced into a marriage- One who doesn't know how to love, and one who has never been loved? ‧₊ ˚ ⊹ ࣭ ⭑ . ₊ ⊹ .₊๋‧₊ ˚ ⊹ ࣭ ⭑ . ₊ ⊹ .₊๋‧₊ ˚ ⊹ ࣭ ⭑ . ₊ ⊹ .₊๋‧₊ ˚ ⊹ ࣭ ⭑ . ₊ ⊹ .₊๋‧₊ ˚ ⊹ ࣭ ⭑ . ₊ ⊹ .₊๋‧₊ ˚ ⊹ ࣭ ⭑ . ₊ __Tropes__ ° Forced Marriage ° CEO × future CEO ° Slow Burn Romance ° Cold x sunshine ° Romance. ° Arranged Marriage 1/2/2026- #6 in ALPHAMALE 1/3/2026-#51darkromance 1/4/2026-#115 in enemiestolovers 1/5/2026-#93 in possessive 1/6/2026-#151 in possessive 1/7/2026-#97 in enemiestolovers 1/8/2026-#13 in slowburnromance 1/9/2026-#141 in possessive 1/10/2026-#38 in arrangedmarriage 1/11/2026-#8 in slowburnromance 1/12/2026-#5 in arrangedmarriage 1/15/2026-#35 in billionaireceo

Anwar was already moving toward her. "Anwar... don't," she whispered. His hand reached for her veil. She screamed, the sound tearing from her throat as panic took over. "Keep quiet!" he shouted, his voice thunderous, shaking the room. She fought back, pushing at his chest, struggling with everything she had. Fear made her hands shake, but she didn't stop resisting. Her breaths came fast and broken as she tried to escape his grip. his father's call came through and puts it on speaker. "What is happening there?" his father demanded. "Who is screaming like that?" Anwar didn't hesitate. "It's my wife-to-be." Nayara opened her mouth to speak, to scream for help-but Anwar's voice cut her off. "Stay quiet," he warned sharply. On the line, his father's voice exploded, ordering him to stop whatever he was doing. Anwar ignored him. Instead, he picked up his phone again and dialed another number. It rang twice. "Nayara?" her father's tense voice came through. "Where are you? Why aren't you home?" She tried to answer. "She's with me," Anwar said instead. There was a pause. "Who are you?" her father asked. "Her husband-to-be." "What nonsense is this?" her father snapped. Anwar's voice turned cold. "I don't have time. My father is on the line. I want to marry Nayara immediately." Both men started shouting at once through the speaker. Anwar leaned closer to Nayara, lowering his voice so only she could hear. "Tell him." She shook her head, tears filling her eyes. He raised his voice again. "I want her as my wife. Decide now." His father roared through the phone, furious, ordering him to step back. Anwar didn't move. "I'd rather touch her as my wife," he said calmly into the phone, "than do something I won't take responsibility for. If you refuse this marriage, don't expect me to change my mind." Nayara let out a broken scream. Her father's voice cracked as he demanded, "What do you want?" Anwar answered without hesitation. "Marry her to me. Now."

Journey never planned on falling in love, and Emilio never planned on slowing down. What begins as quiet coffee visits turns into something deeper. Intentional. Devastatingly real. For the Long Way is a slow-burn romance about choosing each other, building a life between two worlds, and learning that the most powerful love is the one that waits, stays, and commits fully.

Aamani Lalowa was born in the shadows of New Orleans. A gorgeous woman who fought her way out of violence and abandonment to become one of Manhattan's most promising prosecutors. Archie "Archibald" Walker was born into New York power. Old money, elite education, and a reputation as the city's most feared criminal defense attorney. Charming in public. Psychologically unhinged in private. A master manipulator. Their lives collide in one of the most televised, nationally explosive cases New York has ever seen, and the clash sparks something far darker than rivalry. A dangerous attraction. Twisted interest. But only on one side. Because while Aamani tries to keep her distance, Archie becomes intensely-dangerously-obsessed. An infatuation that evolves into a dark romance with no intention of ever letting her go. Not in this life. Not in any. He is not a good man. And when Aamani realizes she has crossed her moral lines and fallen directly into his trap, she faces a truth far more terrifying than the case itself: Archie Walker doesn't want justice. He wants her. Completely. In the most darkest primal way... Surviving him may cost her everything-even her life. • ᴀ ᴛᴀʟᴇ ᴏꜰ ᴀ ᴍᴀɴ ᴡʜᴏ ᴅᴏᴇꜱɴ'ᴛ ꜰᴀʟʟ ɪɴ ʟᴏᴠᴇ-ʜᴇ ᴄʟᴀɪᴍꜱ, ᴄᴏɴꜱᴜᴍᴇꜱ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴅᴇꜱᴛʀᴏʏꜱ.

"Good girl, now, call me Daddy!" He whispers, his voice sexy as fuck. "Daddy!" I voiced out, but it came out as a whispering threat. "Louder!" He commands. "Daddy!" I yelled softly, feeling the deliciousness of how sins are made. He kisses my forehead and then reaches to the bedside table for a foil packet. "Stay still, don't move," He orders as he releases my hair. "I'll about to serve you dinner in bed, and I'll make sure all ingredients are included," He said, rubbing the swollen tits. - Brielle Damara, a soon-to-be university graduate, unexpectedly reunites with a long-lost friend she had admired for years. Though initially hesitant and saddened by their encounter, Brielle finds herself ensnared in Jace De Leon's dominant web. At first, she sees BDSM as a twisted and psychopathic path, but little does she know that it holds a tantalizing allure for her. As Jace arranges a contract, a racy romance unfolds, indulging Brielle's desire to be enslaved as his submissive. Together, they explore consensual scenes of satisfaction and misery, where whips and shackles become part of their passionate game, and sex finds a new realm of expression. This is book one of the ADDICTED TO YOU SERIES. Rated 18 - Proceed with caution

He followed her as she walked out of the room, with another one of his failed attempts at getting her to forgive him and talk to him, something that he yearns for, has pictured in his mind a thousand times but never actually getting to experience it. He sighed softly and watched her walk to the kitchen as he himself plopped on the couch. He found it very difficult to keep his hands off her but she would keep herself away from him as much as possible. 'Oh, what have I done? Rose. Baby, please, give me a chance... Forgive me.." He said to himself sadly, as he looked away from her and tried to watch TV but very soon, his eyes drifted off back to her as she moved out of the kitchen with a cup of coffee in her hand and carefully walked over to the balcony. He could see her perfectly from where he was sitting. He began studying her like he had done a hundred times. He noticed the wind blowing through her black hair as she soon carefully tuck a lose strand of hair behind her ear and began to twirl another one around her finger. He sighed heavily again as he watched her, biting onto her lower lip every now and then, like she does all the time. He smiled at himself softly and decided to try again, getting up again and strolled towards her....