"He wants to fuck you, you know," Cade whispered, his blue eyes piercing as he watched from the armchair. "He's been thinking about it all day." Cole's grip on my shoulders tightened. He spun me around so I was facing him, my back to Cade. Cole grabbed my chin, forcing me to look up into his icy eyes. "You gave him everything," Cole hissed, his voice dropping to a dangerous whisper as he ripped the first button of my blouse. "Tonight," Cole promised, his hands trembling with restrained violence. "You give it all to me." ------------------------------- Elara Vance only wanted a moment of silence to escape a suffocating high-society gala. Instead, she walked directly into the private sanctuary of the city's most untouchable predators: the King twins. Cole is the Architect-a cold, pristine mastermind who psychologically dissects his prey. Cade is the Beast-a feral, brutally violent enforcer who destroys anything that threatens what is theirs. They didn't ask for her. They bought her father's debts, severed her ties to the outside world, and locked her in a bulletproof glass penthouse high above the city. As her old life is erased, Elara is forced to navigate a terrifying new reality of dark praise, brutal punishments, and a suffocating, inescapable obsession. But how do you outsmart the Architect when he has already calculated your every move? And how do you run from the Beast when his violently possessive arms are the only place you feel safe? Welcome to the penthouse. The doors are locked. Dark Romance Twin Obsession

Prologue- In a dimly-lit forest, a young girl was running away from someone. When suddenly, a man seized a fistful of her hair from behind. "Aahh... please, let me go," the girl cried in pain, clutching his hand, her eyes brimming with tears as she struggled to break free. "Teri itni himmat! Ab dekh me kya karta hun!" (You dared to escape from me. See what I am capable of now)he retorted, his grip unrelenting. "Please, let me go. I'm marrying your brother in just two days," she pleaded through the pain, her tear-stained cheeks showing signs of bruising. "Never! You are mine!" he bellowed, violently yanking her hair, causing her to cry out in agony. "Tere dil aur jism pe sirf mera haq hai. SIRF MERA!" (Only I have rights on your heart and body. Only IHe said while dipping his face into her neck, inhaling her sweet intoxicating scent which aways makes him go crazy. "I will never let you go. He is not worthy of you. You will marry me only!." Turning her forcibly, he seized her in a forceful kiss, his cruel lips biting into her already swollen, tender ones, drawing blood. "LEAVE ME, YOU MONSTER!" She shouted in fury, her eyes brimming with tears. The moment those words escaped her lips, she received a brutal slap across her face. "YOU UNGRATEFUL WOMAN! JUST WAIT AND SEE WHAT I SHALL DO TO YOU!" He bellowed with seething anger as he backhanded her which made her fell down and she covered her face crying, in fear. Then, he clenched her hairs in his fist and began to drag her somewhere mercilessly.

Sloan. 17 years old. Billionaire. Mafia Queen. At the age of 2 Sloan was kidnapped from her family by her father's second in command and taken to Spain. He was psychotic and was obsessed with Sloan from birth. Till the age of 10 she experienced constant physical and verbal abuse. Sloan knew he was never her father, she never believed him even when he punished her for saying so. He died a slow death, killed by his enemies, leaving Sloan in foster care. Where she is immediately adopted by a man and woman, who have no real good intentions. They thought they could be push overs to the 10-year-old, but after 8 years of abuse she has had enough. She learns to fight, meeting people that become her first ever family, building her empire from the ground up. Becoming a name that people are afraid to mention. The D'Aboville's, left shattered after their daughter and sister is kidnapped from their home by a trusted mafia member. They've looked for years always coming up empty handed, until they get an anonymous call saying that the said trusted member was killed, but they heard nothing about their daughter. Thinking she died with him or long before, they call off their search. Only to get a call 7 years later saying that their long lost daughter was in fact very much alive. NOT EDITED and in dire need of it. DISCLAIMER: Strong language, sexual content and violence.

"You want to run away kitten, tell me you wanted to get away from me " he asked calm in dangerous voice. "N..no P..please l..I am sorry" she begged joining her hands. She was scared seeing his ragefull eyes, she curled and dig her face between in her knees. He grabbed that girl's leg and pulled her towards him. She scream, her eyes widened seeing the hot iron rod in his hand. Her heart trembling. "I will never do this please leave me please forgive me this time..... Ahhhhhhhhh.......

Please... don't do this." Only he could hear me. but he ignored my plea . i know he can hear but he didn't listen. god please stop this I don't want to be with him please god but seems like god also couldn't hear me or he doesn't want to hear me . The priest's voice echoed through the quiet hall, solemn and commanding "Do you take Mr. Advika Rathod to be your lawfully wedded wife, to love, honor, and cherish her for as long as you both shall live?" He said confidently, "Yes, I do." The priest then turned to me. I could feel my tears slipping silently down my cheeks, my body trembling with fear and exhaustion. "Do you take Aviraj Ranawat to be your lawfully wedded husband, to love, honor, and cherish him for as long as you both shall live?" I opened my mouth to deny, to scream, but his cold, piercing stare froze me in place. My heart thudded violently in my chest, and my voice came out as a broken whisper: "Ye... yes... I... do..." The priest pronounced, "You are husband and wife. You may now kiss." --------------------- Author's Note This book is a work created entirely by me. Every character, scene, emotion, and storyline comes from my own imagination and effort. Please do not copy, reproduce, or claim any part of this work as your own. Respect the time, creativity, and dedication that went into building this story. Content & Age Warning (18+) This book is strictly intended for mature readers aged 18 and above. It contains intense themes, emotionally heavy situations, dark elements, and mature relationship dynamics that may not be suitable for younger audiences. Reader discretion is strongly advised. If you are sensitive to possessive behavior, morally grey characters, psychological tension, violence, or mature romantic situations, please proceed with caution. By continuing to read, you acknowledge that you understand the nature of this content and are comfortable engaging with mature themes. And Please ignore my mistakes .

Once upon a time, Y/N takes a journey through the woods to visit her sick grandmother, but something goes wrong, terribly wrong. One should be more careful of who they meet in the forest when you're lost and alone, as she will soon learn. She had been warned since childhood of the beast that dwells in that dark place, yet still insisted she take the risk, never realizing that this creature was more twisted then even he, himself, knew. She should've listened to those stories about the Big Bad Wolf and stayed far away from that awful place. {Big Bad Wolf x Female Reader} A Little Red Riding Hood themed story. |!WARNING!| This story contains elements of: •Gore/Violence •Cannibalism If I happened to miss any warnings, please leave a comment to let me know. I check them frequently.

He held the gun against her temple. She pounded on his chest, fists flying. "You killed my father! You... you monster! I hate you!" He didn't flinch. After a moment, his patience snapped. "Enough!" he shouted. "No more words." "Yes... I killed your father. I did." "Stop screaming!"he barked. He grabbed her jaw, forcing her to look at him. "Now... it's time to get married. Let's go. The priest is waiting. We don't want to make him wait, do we... hmm?" She spat on his face. He just smirked. Licked the spit from his lips, rolling his tongue. "Mmm... tasty," he said, voice low. "You should've kissed me directly. No worries... we'll do it after our wedding." He leaned closer. "Do you want to see his dead body... hmm? One last look at your father?" She whispered, trembling, "Please... let me go." " You don't want to? Okay... let me throw his body away then." "No! I... I want to see him, please. He is my father !" "Good girl," he said, smirk still dark. "Now... come on. The priest is waiting." 𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘨𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘧𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘥𝘰𝘮. 𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘨𝘪𝘭𝘥𝘦𝘥 𝘤𝘢𝘨𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘰𝘯. 𝘏𝘦'𝘴 𝘳𝘶𝘵𝘩𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴. 𝘗𝘰𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘷𝘦. 𝘈 𝘥𝘦𝘷𝘪𝘭 𝘪𝘯 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘨𝘶𝘪𝘴𝘦. 𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘯𝘰𝘸... 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘪𝘮. "You're mine now," he whispered, like it was a promise... or a curse. Kidnapped. Trapped. Claimed. In a world where power means everything, she becomes the obsession of a man everyone fears, the devil himself. Escape was never an option. Falling for him? That was her biggest mistake.

Completed ✓ *********** In the dim solitude of his room, she sat in the shadows, a broken figure consumed by an endless stream of tears. "Kabir Singhaniya, you have stolen my very essence, the essence that once fueled my hopes and aspirations. You have extinguished the fire that burned within me, leaving only a void where passion once dwelled. My life, once filled with purpose and meaning, now lies in ruins at your feet." Her eyes, once filled with the spark of determination, were now glazed with sorrow. But beyond the physical devastation, she lamented the loss of her soul. _________ #OBSESSION: The Tainted Devotion.

After a devastating war fractures the world, a ruthless city rises from the ruins...Greyheaven, a place ruled not by law, but by power, money, and fear. In this twisted haven of illegal empires and inherited cruelty, Tristan Walker, son of Greyheaven's most powerful businessman and its unseen dictator, is bound by a dark family tradition: he must claim a doll, a girl owned, not loved, before marriage. Isolde is torn from her family, stripped of her past, and delivered into Greyheaven's shadows. Isolated, broken, and powerless, she becomes the one fate assigns to Tristan. In a world where people are possessions and mercy is weakness, ownership is mistaken for destiny and survival comes at a brutal cost. Love that fits the world is lived. Love that defies it is remembered. ▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎ He forces my wrists up and wide, tying them to rusted pipes overhead in a cruel Y-shape, arms stretched taut, body yanked open and vulnerable. My legs kick frantically, trying to clamp shut, but he kicks them apart, binding ankles to stakes in the floor. Spread eagle, helpless, the dress rides up, exposing everything. "Please! Untie me...I'll be good, I promise!" I beg, innocent eyes wide with terror, body arching off the mattress in pure resistance, hips bucking, back bowing to escape the exposure, core clenching to hide my most private place. He stuffs a rag in my mouth, tasting of oil and grim

"What did you say?" Asher asked calmly. "I-I don't wa-" I was cut off by his loud laugh. He came behind me and wrapped his arm around my waist. "Looks like our little girl loves to daydream brother." He said to Alec who is watching everything with a blank face. He walked slowly towards us and stood in front of me. He grabbed my jaw harshly and said calmly "I dare you to say it again." When I stayed silent Asher grabbed my hair and jerked my head back "Answer him" he shouted on my face making me close my eyes in fear. How could I speak when they both are keeping me in between them like this. I took a deep breath to calm down my fear. I have to do this if I don't want to lose my life and my freedom to them. I opened my mouth and said those words which could only get me killed by them. ~~~~~~~ 18+ story. 🔞🔞