BOOK ONE: FEROCIOUS LOVE CHRONICLES A wedding meant for love... stolen by madness." _______________________________________ Him: "Who deserves punishment, biwi?" Her: (barely audible, heart pounding) "M-me..." Him: (tilting her chin up, voice dark and unwavering) "And where, biwi? On our bed... or in the ashes of the man who dared to crave what's mine?" Her: (whimpering, body trembling) "P-please..." Him: (low chuckle, deadly possessive) "No, biwi. Please what?" He leaned in, his breath a sinful caress against her trembling lips. "Please what, baby? Use your words." "Beg me to break you. Beg me to make you mine-completely-until even your soul moans my name." His grip tightened, his fingers tracing fire down her skin. "Say it-" Her: (shuddering, surrendering) "Yours..." His lips hovered, his voice a dark whisper, laced with devotion and madness. ________________________________________ "You are the prayer my soul has bled for through lifetimes." "The flame my darkness bows before." "The only truth my chaos kneels to." "And now, biwi, you are bound to me-not by fate, not by destiny-by me." This isn't just dominance. This is obsession, possession, destruction, and worship-wrapped in the most sinful kind of love. Get ready to step into a world where love turns lethal, obsession burns wild, and surrender is the only escape.

𝔅𝔯𝔬𝔨𝔢𝔫 𝔅𝔯𝔦𝔡𝔢 𝔖𝔢𝔯𝔦𝔢𝔰 #2 𝐶𝑎𝑛 𝑏𝑒 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑 𝑎𝑠 𝑎 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑎𝑙𝑜𝑛𝑒 ═════ ✥.❖.✥ ═════ Nitya Heer Tiwari had always been the strong one-the loyal friend, fierce and protective to her core. But when tragedy strikes, her life is shattered, leaving her a mere shell of who she used to be. Wracked with self-hatred and haunted by the past, she's lived in isolation, barely holding on. Now, an old threat resurfaces, threatening to destroy the last pieces of her fragile sanity. Desperate, she makes a choice she never imagined-striking a deal with the one man she vowed never to fall for. Aman Mehra. Flirtatious, charming, and irresistibly charismatic, he's the man everyone calls the "golden-retriever energy." But Nitya knows better. She's seen what lies beneath the surface, and she's sure she could never love someone like him. After all, the devil you know is better than the monster lurking in the shadows. Their agreement is simple: a marriage of convenience. He gets out of an unwanted engagement, and she gains his protection. But can a deal with the devil ever truly stay just business? A marriage of convenience. Or is it really? ═════ ✥.❖.✥ ═════ 𝐶𝑜𝑚𝑝𝑙𝑒𝑡𝑒𝑙𝑦 𝑖𝑛 𝐸𝑛𝑔𝑙𝑖𝑠ℎ 🎀 𝙒𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜 🔞⚠️ This book contains mature content intended for readers aged 18 and above. Reader discretion is advised.

She's a wild, free spirit who sees the good in everyone, and he's the hardened, bad-tempered loner who wants nothing to do with her-yet no matter how hard he tries to push her away, she's the one temptation he can't escape. *** He's never met someone with such a bubbly personality. Not to mention the wildness and odd phrases she says every five minutes. He hates it. He hates how he can't stay away from it. He hates what she does to him; it's not like him to chase after some girl. She gets under his skin like no other. She's never met someone with such a bad attitude. He's ill-mannered and menacing. The glare never seems to leave his face. Considering it all, she can't help but feel the attraction toward him. Dangerous attraction toward a seemingly dangerous man. Maybe it's the tattoos on his arm that gets her attention. Or maybe it's because she can tell there's hope for good under his rough exterior. And she's about to find it, whether he likes it or not. It's no secret that the two of them are complete and total opposites. *** "You like being called Sugar, don't you?" I tease, placing my toothbrush back after finishing. He does the same and gives me a side-eyed scowl. He grips my chin harshly and kisses me. My body temperature raises a good ten degrees and my right leg goes all wiggly. He pulls away. "You like it when I kiss you, don't you?" He teases the same way I did to him and I'm left blubbering. "I think both of our questions are rhetorical," I lower my voice up at him. His lip curls up into a smirk. *** #1 in Young Adult #9 in Badboy #1 in Cold #3 in Goodgirl #1 in Sweetheart #14 in Love *** *Warning* This story contains mature themes (language, scenes)

[brother's best friend & rockstar] Juliette has sworn off players and bad boys after her last boyfriend. But when her brother gets her a spot as the photographer for his friend, rockstar and notorious playboy, Logan Alexander's tour, she finds that may be easier said than done. He puts her self control to the test, but Logan, with his walls built up sky high, never expected that she would test his too. 18+ only! Fair warning that there will be explicit sexual content. -------------- "I don't think I believe you don't want my hands on you, Freckles. The look in your eyes tells a different story. You want to know what I think?" He asked and I was silent, the feeling of his fingers, now swirling below my navel, was overwhelming me. "I think you can't stop thinking about me. I think you have been dreaming about the way I touched you." My breath caught in my throat and the look on his face told me he could tell. "I bet you even touched yourself, thinking about the way my cock felt pressed against your thin little panties." Every inch of my body was burning so hot I thought smoke might start rising from my skin. No one had ever spoken to me like that, and it was stoking something inside me I didn't know existed. "Did you make yourself cum thinking about losing control with me, Princess?" I gulped, the words stuck deep in my throat. He was right but I couldn't give him that satisfaction. I bit my lip and shook my head, unable to summon words. "So if I were to slide my fingers down," His hand slipped inside the top of my jeans, toying with the lace of my panties, "into your sweet, little pussy, you're saying you wouldn't be all wet for me, Freckles?" I was practically panting. What was I doing before this? I couldn't seem to remember how I got here anymore. I shook my head, no. "Should we test that theory, baby?"

I love pink. He loves red. I crave strawberry milk. He craves... an HEIR?! I am just a normal college student. I like coding (badly), cute ribbons, and justice. My biggest problem was supposed to be passing Theology class. But I don't know how I ended up with a heavy diamond ring on my finger. One moment I was trying to hack a bad guy's phone, and the next, I was signing a contract with the Devil himself. Now, I live in his fortress. He treats me like a princess, but he looks at the world like he wants to burn it down. And the worst part? He keeps talking about his "Legacy." He wants a baby. RIGHT. NOW. Excuse me, Sir? I have midterms next week! Does the baby come before or after my exam?! Is it Stockholm Syndrome if the villain is your husband? Asking for a friend.

This isn't your typical revenge story. Here, Ekansh isn't interested in seeking his revenge from Faria. He's just a broken soul, the man belonging to middle class with a nine to five job who's well aware that even if it's about justice, he can't compete with the ones who belong to the top section of the society. While, Faria was born into that top section of the society with all the riches and comfort. She's kind and pretty, something that Ekansh never expected from her. Two different people under one roof. What exactly can go wrong? Everything. Because love knows no bound.

❝I hurt people; especially pretty girls like you ❞ In which an innocent but broken girl foxtrots with insanity. And the music only stops when a demented man says so. ➳ Criminal psychology student Tahlia Meyers finds her world in disarray after being assigned to observe an infamous serial killer, who in turn, takes an uncanny interest in the girl. [ © Cluelessdaddy 2017] •Featured in Mystery• •#2 in Mystery-Thriller•