Mature content ! 2nd book in VILLAIN SERIES 🔥 All series are standalone and don't relate to each other. "From today onwards, am your Rana Sa rajkumari" he smirked "Your family didn't even try to save you. Hahaa...they agreed so easily to give you as a prize in this war " he mocked her "Y..you can never become my arya(husband)"she whispered unbelievably" my family agreed because you threatened them" she glared him with tearful eyes "am going to marry prince of jamrath only. Prince Rituraj. " "You are right..you are definitely going to marry today "he smirked while pulling pulled her towards him harshly "But to the prince of Mahawargarh. " he roared like a lion " am not like your family. I will definitely protect you from all the evil things raajkumari " he smirked evilly while forcefully taking her towards the holy fire " Shivanya - An ACE IN SEDUCTION but princess for name sake. A broken soul who just want only one thing in her life - to become pride of her kingdom and for that she has secretly studied everything. She thought she found her man after meeting prince rituraj. But her dreams shattered when one day before her marriage, whole kingdom gets attacked by army of most ruthless enemy - Advay Rajput Raana Advay Singh Rajput : Also knows as War machine of Mahawargarh and enemy of 20 states. His morning starts with bath of blood followed by Cries of thousands of people begging to him for mercy. But no voice ever reached to his ear. Wherever he goes, he make enemies everywhere. He doesn't know how to write , read or to love someone. A king without any great talent. This is what people used to think about him. But what is his actual reality ? Read it to find out.

"You lost your virginity in front of the entire world," the local news interviewer said. She didn't regret it-not yet. Maybe because, deep down, it was what she'd always wanted. To be like her mother. Her mother was a pornstar. And she? She didn't just follow in her footsteps- She fell in love with one.

Older men make the best lovers-mature, experienced, they know exactly how to take control. But 𝗔𝗮𝗿𝗮𝗺𝗯𝗵 𝗞𝗮𝘃𝗿𝗮𝘆? He wasn't just a lover. He was a beast. A true Daddy-even if he was younger than me. "𝘔𝘢𝘺𝘢, 𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘢 𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘪𝘢𝘤. 𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘤𝘰𝘤𝘬-" I dropped the bottle onto the table with a heavy thud, then shaped my fingers into a circle and slid my other hand up through it, showing her exactly what I meant. "𝘛𝘦𝘯 𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘴. 𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘤𝘬." "𝘛𝘦𝘯 𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘴? 𝘏𝘰𝘸 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘥𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘈𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘮𝘣𝘩 𝘒𝘢𝘷𝘳𝘢𝘺 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘢-" she hiccupped-"𝘢 𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘤𝘰𝘤𝘬?" I leaned in so close my lips brushed her ear, my voice a drunken, filthy whisper. "𝘉𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘸𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝙨𝙚𝙭." "𝘉𝘶𝘵-𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘩𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳?" Maya's eyes narrowed. "𝘈𝘳𝘦𝘯'𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘶𝘱𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘦𝘭𝘴𝘦 𝘪𝘯-𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵? 𝘈 𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘬?" The grin slipped right off my face. I sat back, letting my eyes drift over the dim, smoky bar. My other friends were dancing under flashing lights, their dresses riding high, drinks spilling. My 𝗯𝗮𝗰𝗵𝗲𝗹𝗼𝗿𝗲𝘁𝘁𝗲 𝗽𝗮𝗿𝘁𝘆 was in full swing. But all I could think about was the way he'd stretched me until I cried his name. "𝘐 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵-" My voice cracked before I cleared my throat. "𝘐 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘈𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘮𝘣𝘩 𝘒𝘢𝘷𝘳𝘢𝘺." 𝗜 𝗵𝗮𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝗵𝗶𝗺. I hated his smug smile. His dangerous charm. The fact that everyone avoided

(ADULTS ONLY) He was older. Divorced. Hot. Had abs that could make a saree fall off- And I wanted him to take my virginity while I was wearing one. He used to tutor me in maths-strict, sharp, and so damn serious. But now, all I could think about was how his hands would feel on my waist, how his mouth would taste on my skin. I lifted my saree. Pulled up my underskirt. His mouth dropped when he saw my bald, dripping pussy. "Sohini," he moaned-his voice nothing like the one that used to explain equations.

Jaxiel-her hot, married neighbor. Yes, she bought him. For a night. From his wife. "He's all yours," Livia said, tossing her curls like a bored queen. Heavily pregnant and smug, she strutted out of the bedroom like a proud pimp, not looking back. The door clicked shut. Silence. "This isn't the first time, is it?" Starr asked, her eyes locked on the shirtless man standing in front of her. His jeans hung loose on his hips, belt already undone. "No," Jaxiel said simply, a bitter laugh following his answer. He stepped closer-close enough for her to feel the heat radiating off his skin. His hand slid between her thighs, slow and certain, fingers tracing the soaked fabric of her panties. "You're wet already?" She didn't respond. "Do you really like it?" she asked instead, voice steady, detached. That question stopped him. He blinked, like no one had ever dared ask him that before. Because no one had. Not Livia. Not the women. Not even himself. He didn't answer either. Then-he kissed her. No warning. No build-up. Just mouth on mouth, breath on breath. His fingers slipped past the fabric, inside her. She gasped against his lips, but didn't pull away. He explored her with slow, aching strokes-like he was trying to forget who he was. Who she was. What this was. For the first time, he wasn't just being used. And for the first time, she didn't feel like using.

Based on true incidents. For years, Sable Saxon lived in the shadows of her one-sided love. Spencer Merchessi was the golden boy-charming, untouchable, and utterly unaware of the quiet girl who adored him from afar. She had tried to confess before. Countless times. But the words always got stuck in her throat. Now, years later, she had changed. She wasn't the awkward, unremarkable girl she used to be. She had turned pretty. Maybe now, he'd finally see her. Maybe now, he'd finally want her. So, she gathered her courage, looked him in the eye, and said- "I used to like you." Her voice wavered, but she kept going. "No-I didn't just like you, Spencer. I adored you. Every little thing about you-your laugh, the way you run your fingers through your hair, even the way you tie your shoelaces. I memorized all of it. I used to count the days to your birthday just so I had an excuse to talk to you. I would stand in the rain for hours just to catch a glimpse of you leaving school. I-" She swallowed, the words choking her. "I loved you." "Thank you." That was all he had to say. She had waited for this moment her entire life. But he had never been waiting for her.

He cupped my face-And KISSED me. Rough. Cold. Possessive. His mouth crashed into mine like he'd been waiting forever. And mine? Too stunned to fight back. I shoved him away as soon as my brain caught up. "Zayden-what the fuck?" My fingers flew to my lips, still tingling, already dry. "You're seventeen!" "Eighteen." "Oh well, that makes it fine," I snapped. "You just stole my first kiss." We were still alone in the bloody lift. Every button lit up. Of course he'd pressed them all to trap me in. His eyes gleamed. "Wait-you've never kissed anyone before?" "Oh, for fuck's sake." I slapped my forehead. "I am not a bloody cougar." This was not how I pictured it. Not my first kiss. Not stolen in a lift that stank of cigarette and teenage arrogance. Not with someone still in school, while I had a bloody degree.

He wanted revenge. Nora wasn't just a target; she was the woman who murdered his lover and their unborn child. The same woman who pretended to his girlfriend while secretly turning him into the monster he is now-a vampire. Ethan abducted her to make her suffer, to torture her for everything she'd done. But no matter how much he wanted to break her, he couldn't escape the pull of her beauty. The more he tried to destroy her, the more he craved her. When revenge and desire collide, torment becomes pleasure-and a monster is born.

Every girl wanted Père Caius Fournier. But I was the abbot's daughter-his privileged little dove. I came to him just past dawn, wet with sin, and nothing underneath my white muslin gown. No chemise. No pantalettes. Just skin, sweat, and the ache between my thighs. "Father," I whispered, kneeling before him, "I've come to confess what we never finished that night-" He told me to repent. But his eyes said stay.

Emrys Harrow was my crush first-then he became my stepdad. Tragic, right? Dreaming about screwing my mother's man? Yeah, that's a whole new level of messed up. But this isn't a story about regret. It's about how I seduced my stepdad, made him cheat, and shattered their marriage. You probably hate me already-not that it matters. Most people do. But let's be real. You wouldn't be here if you didn't want to watch the wreckage.