"Fuck doll, you make me sick." The twisted tale and continuation of the story, "The Devil Within." "You don't love me, do you?" "You're right, I'm obsessed."

Some stories begin with hope. Others rise from ambition. And some... are born from ashes. SAMRAGNI ANANYA CHAUHAN. A name whispered in boardrooms and spoken with caution in corridors of power. At an age when most people were still learning the rules, she had already begun rewriting them. Quiet, composed, and dangerously perceptive, she built her empire with patience and ruthless precision. Every decision carried weight. Every move was calculated. In her world, nothing valuable was given-it was taken. And once something belonged to her, it was never returned. In another world, far from polished halls and silent negotiations, lived VEERAJ PRATAP SINGH. His life moved with speed, danger, and defiance. Nights filled with roaring engines and reckless choices shaped the man he became. Rules meant little. Trust meant even less. Yet beneath the untamed attitude lived a mind that understood more than people realized-and a past that refused to stay buried. Two lives. Two worlds that should have remained separate. But fate rarely respects distance. Because somewhere between ambition, secrets, and unfinished debts... a single truth binds them together. She holds something that belongs to him. And she will never give it back. When their paths finally collide, the silence will shatter, the past will rise, and the consequences will be far greater than either of them ever imagined.

"She wasn't loved . She was claimed." He didn't ask for love - he demanded submission. To the world, he was power incarnate. To her, he was the man who took everything... and still wanted more. To him, She wasn't his lover. She wasn't his wife. She was his possession. Trapped in a gilded nightmare, Bound by a name she didn't choose, She learns the cruel truth - In a world ruled by power, love is the weakest defense. In His Grip Obsession. Control. No escape. ⚠️Story contains dark content such as (manipulation, dominance, sadist behavior, control, explicit scenes ) , which might not be suitable for sensitive readers.

𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐇𝐎𝐌𝐄. 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐒. 𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐃 𝐇𝐈𝐌-𝐔𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐋 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐎 𝐒𝐔𝐅𝐅𝐎𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐄 Y/N ran-from the vows, from the man, from the darkness hiding behind his love. She built a new life, far from his shadow. But shadows always catch up. Kim Taehyung- The husband she once adored. The obsession she once feared. Now, he's back... as her boss. 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐄𝐃𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐌𝐀𝐘 𝐁𝐄 𝐆𝐎𝐍𝐄, 𝐁𝐔𝐓 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐁𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐒 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄. He's changed. Except his eyes still say she's his. Obsession never really dies. It just learns how to wear a suit. And maybe- Just maybe- She's still the only thing that can tame him. Or destroy him all over again.

Taehyung-Let another man touch you and I'll fvck you on the top of his grave. Yn-No matter how far I run or how well I hide.He will flip the world upside down Just to find me Taehyung-You are my dirty little whore and I'm your master.... Yn-I hate you.... Taehyung-I know you hate me and I don't fucking care about it..because I hate you more than anything in this world Taehyung-Cazoo...Fvck...Beg...beg for it "Venom" Yn-Please.... Taehyung- What we are doing is sick but no one else touch you like me... @Mature content @All right Reserve

Genre : Mafia Romance His presence was killing her without even touching, Her heart went out of control when she felt his footsteps became loud and stopped infront her balled figure, She hid her face completely didn't want to see his Beautiful devilish face.........he was devil who saved her just to depraved her soul in his sinful ways, He was devil for her but she was heaven for him, He crouched down at her level and every ounce in her body became numb hearing his deep husky voice. I'm back angel (Ephialtes is like a super scary nightmare that makes person feel trapped and terrified) _________________________ ll Book 2 : Fear ll Cover credit goes to @polarbearffs content : violence, mature/adult description, Strong language and Alcohol Warning : Not suitable for sensitive readers due to extreme disturbance. Read at your own risk __________________________ Viewers discretion is adviced ©® : ficneont

Genre : Psychological Thriller "Who the f*ck are you". He yelled and a sense of dread washed over her as Taehyung rose slowly gripping a heavy metal axe while staring at the couple in front him. Fear gripped her heart as he instilled terror in every soul present there. Taehyung climbed three stairs and his footsteps echoed in the silent hall. He stood in front of the man who was shorter than him but was hiding the woman behind him holding her hand behind his back. Taehyung loomed over him as his stature towered them, casting a shadow of intimidation. His eyes were chillingly intense, holding a darkness that was unfathomable. Even though the man was trying to intimidate Taehyung, Taehyung's scary demeanor and the axe in his hand was making him sweat. Taehyung blinked slowly looking down at the man who clenched his jaw while fear was noticeable in his tensed form. Taehyung smirked slightly and trailed his eyes back to her, fixating on her trembling form while silent tears streamed down her face, she was unable to meet his gaze but ground slipped under her feet as those sinister words slipped out of his mouth in a calm tone. "I told you, I'll slit apart who will try to take you away from me........My love" _______________________________________ ll Book 2 of Ephialtes ll viewers discretion advised ©️ : ficneont ⚠️ warning : Not suitable for sensitive readers due to disturbing concept. Content : violence, blood, torture, mental illness, love, romance, abuse, trauma, drugs, strong language, explicit scenes

"The world had forgotten who Kim Taehyung really was for a while. He smiled - four and a half times, maybe - and just like that, people started to believe he had transformed. That the monster was tamed. That the Devil himself had repented. What they forgot was this - he only ever put up with them because of her. Ina." Ina, the girl of calloused toes and wounded heart. A ballerina who moved through life with quiet grace and repressed pain. Gentle, sweet, soft-spoken-but burning with silent fury. Mistreated, passed over and ever aspiring to the idea of being wanted, her kindness was not weakness, it was survival. A girl who gave love, even when she bled for it. And Taehyung? He was never the hero. Cold, calculating, and cruel. His silence made more noise than even chaos. Even the underworld feared him-but for good reason. He didn't merely kill; he erased. And, in this cruel, demented world, Ina was his only weak point. The one constellation in his black sky. The only soft breeze in his storm. So what happens when a girl who aches to be chosen encounters a man who only knows how to claim? But when he took on a softness she believed was love.... was it really? Was she ever his saviour, or simply the only thing he couldn't get? But karma is a harsh, and villains don't get happy endings ... right? 》》》》》》》》》》《《《《《《《《《 Dive into it to explore the Villain's love and how it leads him to an unending agonizing fate. ☆Slow burn ☆Age Gap ☆manipulative male lead Trigger warning ⚠️: Some scenes will be excessively brutal , so read at your own risk. Cover by @user_thv

• 𝐒𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐯𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐯𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐛𝐲 𝐫𝐞𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲.~ People think lies are loud, messy things that collapse under their own weight. They're wrong. The most effective distortions are gentle. A word placed too carefully. A pause held too long. A silence allowed to bloom where answers should have been. "I never shattered anything" "I rearranged."

'𝗜'𝗺 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝗧𝗮𝗲𝗵𝘆𝘂𝗻𝗴' I whisper, my voice low and dark. '𝗜'𝗺 𝗩. 𝗔𝗻𝗱 𝘆𝗼𝘂'𝗿𝗲 𝗮𝗯𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝘁𝗼 𝗹𝗲𝗮𝗿𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗱𝗶𝗳𝗳𝗲𝗿𝗲𝗻𝗰𝗲.' I don't remember the last time I felt human-before the death of my past, before I became a monster. But then she entered my world. Y/n. A puzzle I can't solve. 𝗦𝗵𝗲 𝗳𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁𝘀, 𝗽𝘂𝘀𝗵𝗲𝘀 𝗺𝗲 𝗮𝘄𝗮𝘆, 𝘀𝗹𝗮𝗽𝘀 𝗺𝗲 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝗳𝗶𝗿𝗲 𝗶𝗻 𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗲𝘆𝗲𝘀-𝘆𝗲𝘁 𝘄𝗵𝗲𝗻 𝗜 𝗽𝘂𝗹𝗹 𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗰𝗹𝗼𝘀𝗲, 𝗜 𝗳𝗲𝗲𝗹 𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝘀𝗵𝗮𝘁𝘁𝗲𝗿. 'You chose this. You chose to stay.' I breathe against her ear, savoring her trembling. 𝗦𝗵𝗲 𝘄𝗮𝗻𝘁𝘀 𝘁𝗼 𝗵𝗮𝘁𝗲 𝗺𝗲. 𝗦𝗵𝗲 𝘀𝗵𝗼𝘂𝗹𝗱 𝗵𝗮𝘁𝗲 𝗺𝗲. Her beauty, her innocence-it lures me. She doesn't know what I am, but she's starting to. They warned me about her. The river, the wind, the darkness-they all whispered in my ear, telling me that she was the one thing that could stop me. But I don't care. '𝗬𝗼𝘂 𝗰𝗮𝗻'𝘁 𝗲𝘀𝗰𝗮𝗽𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝘄𝗼𝗺𝗮𝗻, 𝗬𝗼𝘂 𝗰𝗮𝗻'𝘁 𝗳𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁 𝗺𝗲' I could destroy her. I could ruin her. She makes me crave in ways I shouldn't. Makes me remember things I swore I buried. And it makes my blood burn. '𝗛𝗮𝘁𝗲 𝗺𝗲, 𝗬/𝗻.' I whisper, eyes dark with hunger. '𝗛𝗮𝘁𝗲 𝗺𝗲...𝗼𝗿 𝗜'𝗹𝗹 𝗺𝗮𝗸𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝘄𝗶𝘀𝗵 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗵𝗮𝗱.'