"You're a devil," she whispered, her voice raw and filled with a mix of anger and desire. Dimitrio chuckled, the sound deep and resonant, reverberating through her like a bass note in a symphony of seduction. "And aren't you this devil's heaven?," he breathed against her skin, his mouth moving to her neck, his teeth scraping lightly against her flesh. She shivered, her body responding to him. "Monster," she swore at him again, the word a whisper that held no real heat. Her voice was a tremble, a soft protest that was lost in the sea of passion that surrounded them. He chuckled, his eyes gleaming with triumph. "Call me whatever you want, as long as you come screaming my name." His voice was a dark promise, the arrogance in his tone sending a fresh wave of heat through her. *************** Under moon's dark veil, Princess shivers, devil grins. He takes her to wail, Hell turns heaven as night spins. The devil's heart became her throne *************** 𝗕𝗼𝗼𝗸 𝟭 of 𝐒𝐚𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐒𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐫𝐬 When Greek mafia don Dimitrios Valentzas plans on stealing one of the mysterious Emerald in the world, he doesn't expect to take an additional souvenir - Royal Princess Nakshathra Varma. In the course of events he unleashes a deadly game of power, loyalty, and desire. Like Hades claiming Persephone, Dimitrios is drawn to Nakshathra's spirit and light, but will their forbidden love be the key to their salvation or destruction?

His hand lifted slowly, almost shaking, until his knuckles brushed her cheek. "Don't touch me." "I told you," he said, stepping closer until his chest nearly touched hers, "I won't hurt you. But I will touch you." "You think that's any different?" "Not when it's me," he said without hesitation."You'll see the difference." "You're mad," she whispered. "Mad is chasing something that doesn't exist," he murmured. "But you... you exist. I can see you, breathe you, touch you." He pressed his palm to the wall beside her head, caging her in. "You're mine to protect. Mine to keep. Mine to..." his eyes flicked down to her lips, lingering, "...claim." Her breath hitched. "Claim? I'm not yours." "You were mine the moment I saw you," he said, his hand sliding to her jaw. "Every fear, every wall you hide behind-they're mine now. I'll tear them down, one by one, until there's nothing left between us." Her lips trembled. "Why me?" "Because I've never wanted anyone else," he whispered. "And I never will." She searched his face desperately for a trace of softness, but there was none. "You can't just decide that." "I didn't decide," he murmured. "It happened the second I saw you. The second you looked at me in a way no one else ever has." "I never-" "You did," he cut her off "You're trying to forget it because you're scared. But fear doesn't change the truth." His thumb brushed against the corner of her mouth. "I told you before... don't talk to Varun. Don't marry him. You'll only marry me. Because you're mine." Her eyes stung, tears threatening. "Stop saying that me... you'll feel me." Her voice cracked. "You're insane." "And you're my obsession."

Ana thought her life was perfect-picture-perfect, the kind every girl secretly wished for. A loving family. A stable job. Peace... safety... freedom. But perfection has a habit of cracking-especially when a demon is waiting in the shadows. Watching. Wanting. Claiming. Waiting for the moment he could take back what he believed was his... what he never stopped wanting. "Did you really think you could disappear?" His voice slithers through the dark, hungry, familiar. "You vanished. But my obsession? It didn't die. It grew-deeper, darker, hungrier." ANA (heart racing, stepping back): "You're insane. This isn't love-this is possession!" He smiles. Slow. Cold. Certain. "Call it whatever makes you sleep at night. But your soul? It's been sewn to mine long before your first breath." And suddenly the past-buried, burned, forgotten-begins to claw its way out. The truth is cruel. Unforgiving. Inevitable. She was never free. Just... living on borrowed time. Now she has a choice- Run from him. Fight him. Or fall into the arms of the very monster she's been hiding from. Because once Ana uncovers the truth- the lies, the blood, the twisted bond that burn him. Or love him. Or destroy them both. ⚠️ Smut Alert 📢 This story drips with obsession, dark romance, explicit scenes, sinful tension, and themes suited only for mature (18+) readers. If that's not your vibe, feel free to skip. If it is... welcome to the wicked side. 🔥💋

"P-p-please.." My voice was a jagged, stuttering mess. I frantically clawed at the basement floor, trying to scramble backward, but my limbs were shaking too violently to find traction. Tears cut through the dirt on my face as I stared up at his towering silhouette. "I-I-I'm sorry... I-I p-promise, ! D-don't do this, p-p-please!" Adrien stood completely unhurried, his sapphire eyes dead and hollow. His violence wasn't a fit of rage; it was a cold, calculated execution. He stepped forward, pinning my left leg flat against the concrete with his crushing weight, and brought a solid iron rod down directly onto my kneecap. Crack. An explosive, white-hot agony shattered my mind. I let out a blood-curdling shriek that bounced violently off the walls, my entire body convulsing. "A-A-Adrien! S-st-stop! I-I'm b-begging you!" I screamed, sobbing so hard I choked. Without a word, he lifted the rod again and shattered my right kneecap. I collapsed onto the freezing floor, my teeth clicking violently from the absolute shock. Before I could pass out, Adrien knelt over my trembling form. He shattered a thick sheet of glass against the table, holding a razor-sharp shard in his gloved hand. "You forgot whose name you carry, my dear," he whispered softly. "Let's make sure you remember." He pressed the jagged glass deep into the bare skin of my shoulder blade. I shrieked, my body locking into a rigid line as he began to deliberately engrave his name into my flesh. TRIGGER WARNING‼️‼️ This book is not ordinary dark romance novel . It contains sensitive themes , abuse , sexual assaults , murder and what not. READ WITH CAUTION ‼️‼️

𝐄𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐨𝐭 𝐃𝐞 𝐋𝐮𝐜𝐚 25 years old, a billionaire and Mafia Don. Everyone fears, admires and respects him. 𝐒𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐚 𝐕𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐨𝐬 20 years old and works in a bakery. Despite having a bad past, she is a really sweet and down-to-earth person. What happens when 𝐄𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐨𝐭 𝐃𝐞 𝐋𝐮𝐜𝐚 wants to claim 𝐒𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐚 𝐕𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐨𝐬 as his but she straight away rejects him? ▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎ "Y-you..." The word died on my tongue. I froze, my muscles turning to absolute stone as my lungs struggled to draw air. This was a nightmare. The walls I had spent months building to hide our tracks collapsed in a heartbeat. How did he find us? My body violently flinched when Elliott laughed. It was a deep, low baritone that vibrated through the floorboards of the plane and struck a chord of primal terror in my chest. My back collided with Levi's chest behind me as I stumbled back. It was over. The realisation made my blood turn to ice. He had found me and I was entirely at his mercy now. "I am deeply wounded by your reaction, my love. Truly, why are you so afraid?" Elliott uncoiled from his seat with a slow, predatory grace. He stood at his full, imposing height, casually smoothing the lapels of his charcoal black suit. An amused half-smile played on his lips that didn't reach the absolute void of his emerald eyes. "I haven't even started with you yet." He murmured, his voice dropping into a dark warning as he stepped out from behind the seat, closing the distance between us. "Save those pretty tears for later, hm? You are going to need them." ▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎ #1 in Captive #2 in CEO #2 in Forcedlove #2 in Italian #2 in Mafiaboss #2 in Character development #3 in Darkromance #3 in Fear #3 in Panicattacks #4 in Manipulation #4 in Plottwist #7 in Billiona

Eighteen-year-old Isolde has never known safety. Orphaned, broke, and trapped under her aunt's care, she spends her days serving lattes at a posh café-until a mysterious perfume arrives at her doorstep. Its sender? Unknown to her but let me tell you it's Dante Valencourt, a billionaire with mafia ties, a serpent's charm, and a sadistic obsession with owning what he desires. When Dante's "gifts" turn sinister-surveillance, threats, and a trail of bodies Isolde flees. But running from a man who controls cities is a death wish. Dante drags her into his glittering underworld, where pain and pleasure blur, and obsession wears the mask of love. Will Isolde survive his twisted devotion... or surrender to the darkness he promises? 🔥 For fans of Pepper Winters and J.T. Geissinger may love this and it's dark romance at its most addictive. No princes here... just a villain who'll ruin you. This anti-hero is very sadistic, possessive, obsessive and controlling freak....so please don't expect anything vanilla and lovey lovey content here. Tropes: ✔️ Morally Black Mafia Antihero ✔️ Kidnapped/Forced Proximity ✔️ "Touch Her and Die" Vibes ✔️ Twisted Possession vs. Fragile Innocence ✔️ All the dark, spicy, morally black tension Warning: This book is not a fairytale. Proceed if you dare. This book contains abusive content very dark and gore, and I don't support them.

𝗦𝗹𝗼𝘄 𝘂𝗽𝗱𝗮𝘁𝗲𝘀. "You have three minutes," Kazimir murmurs, voice low enough to burn. My heart slams against my ribs. "I said-" "If you're not ready by then," he says, head dipping until his mouth brushes the shell of my ear, "I'll carry you out exactly like this. In this little nightgown. Barefoot. With nothing inside." My breath catches. He leans back just enough to meet my eyes. Cold steel. Absolute control. "And don't think I won't." ✦••┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈••✦ 𝗕𝗼𝗼𝗸 𝟮 in 𝐒𝐚𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐒𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐫𝐬 [𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐞] She thought she knew what Hell was. Then she met the man who ruled it. Aurora Ivanov was never meant to be his. But he never cared for rules. She was the daughter of an Interpol officer, a girl who belonged to the light. But light means nothing when the devil decides he wants you. It was Kazimir Petrov. The Bratva's most feared king. The monster men whisper about. And now, her captor. Dragged from her home, locked away in his empire of sin, Aurora is no longer the daughter of law. She is the property of a man who doesn't believe in mercy. He doesn't just want to own her body-he wants to shatter her mind, carve himself into her soul. She fights him. He enjoys it. She tries to run. He drags her back. She swears she will never belong to him. He smirks-because she already does. There is no love here. No mercy. Only the cold, merciless man who has decided she is his forever. She isn't his princess. She isn't his queen. She is his Hellion. And in Hell, there is no escape. Brutal. Sinister. Unforgiving. This is not a love story. This is a warning.

"The fuck you are leaving me." His roar cracked through the hall like lightning. Ara didn't blink. She stood there, calm as death, done to her core. No tears. No tremble. Just a weary exhale as she turned her back on him - the one thing he never thought she'd do. Before she could take a step, his hand shot out, gripping her arm like he was holding on to life itself. "Where are you going, Ara!" His command shook the pack. But she wasn't his to command. Not anymore. Ara ripped her arm free with a force that made even his wolf recoil. "Don't. Touch. Me." Her aura slammed into him, cold and merciless. "You think I'll stand here and watch you mate and breed her?" she hissed, every word a dagger. His throat bobbed. "She meant nothing." She laughed - sharp, broken, brutal. "Yeah? That's why you were fucking her in your office? Couldn't even hide the scent of your betrayal." "Ara, it was a mistake-" She stepped closer, eyes blazing. "Your mistakes come in episodes, Alpha. Season one, season two, season three. You don't make mistakes. You make choices." He swallowed hard. "I don't need her. I need you." "Lies," she spat. "Every damn sentence you breathe is a lie. I can't even look at you without feeling sick." He flinched like her words physically hit him. "That female behind you?" she pointed, not bothering to glance. "Perfect for you. Go mark her. Breed her. Hell, fuck her for all I care." Her voice cracked - but she kept going, blade steady even when bleeding. "I don't need you. Not anymore." His knees crashed to the floor. The mighty Alpha. On the ground. For her. "Ara... I'm sorry. I'm really fucking sorry." His voice broke like he finally understood what loss tasted like. She stared at him with a sad, devastating smile. "Isn't it too late for that, Mate?" One tear escaped - and she crushed it away with her thumb. Then she turned. Walked. Didn't look back. But he didn't chase her. Because he knew. He didn't just lose her. He wrecked her.

"It was you. You ruined my life," she whispered, her voice trembling with pain. "I had to," he replied coldly, a twisted smile curving his lips. "To make you mine, I had no other choice." In a world where trust is fragile and love becomes a weapon, she never imagined that the person she relied on the most would shatter her soul. His obsession destroyed everything she cherished, leaving her trapped in a nightmare she can't escape. But was it truly love-or something far darker? Betrayal. Obsession. Ruin. When the lines between love and possession blur, can she ever reclaim her life-or will she remain a pawn in his deadly game? He broke her world to build his own. But how far will he go to keep her there? Trigger warning : rape , forced love , force pregnancy author note : This story going to be extremely triggering , read on your risk .

𝗟𝗢𝗩𝗘 𝗢𝗙 𝗠𝗔𝗙𝗜𝗔 𝗦𝗢𝗧𝗧𝗢𝗖𝗔𝗣𝗢 - 𝗜𝗡𝗗𝗜𝗔𝗡 𝗕𝗜𝗟𝗟𝗜𝗢𝗡𝗔𝗜𝗥𝗘 [𝟰𝟰 𝗖𝗵𝗽𝘁𝘀] 𝗔𝗔𝗗𝗥𝗜𝗧𝗜 𝗠𝗘𝗡𝗢𝗡, 𝟮𝟬 An Orphan Girl who just got graduated and works in the toy industry. An epitome of Goddess-like beauty that tempts men. Her tenacious nature is her asset and she never takes disrespect. Lastly, her life was deeply messed up with full of surprises, and when fate pushes her to move to Mumbai from Kerala, it gets more fatal. 𝗦𝗔𝗛𝗢𝗥 𝗥𝗔𝗡𝗔𝗩 𝗦𝗨𝗟𝗧𝗛𝗔𝗡, 𝟮𝟴 An Arrogant Billionaire who is always under the Spotlight. The Boss of Organ-Trafficking and The Ruler of Politics, without his authority nothing wiles in it. In one term, SOTTOCAPO. His cruelty doesn't know its bounds as even his family is scared of him. He bows down to no one but when she embarks on his life, like a slow-toxin, she became 𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐆𝐨𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐬. 𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐎𝐛𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧. 𝗪𝗶𝗹𝗹 𝗔𝗮𝗱𝗿𝗶𝘁𝗶 𝗮𝗯𝗹𝗲 𝘁𝗼 𝘀𝘂𝗿𝘃𝗶𝘃𝗲 𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝗼𝗳 𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗵𝗶𝗱𝗱𝗲𝗻 𝗽𝗶𝘁𝗳𝗮𝗹𝗹𝘀? 𝗪𝗶𝗹𝗹 𝗦𝗮𝗵𝗼𝗿 𝗮𝗯𝗹𝗲 𝘁𝗼 𝗚𝘂𝗮𝗿𝗱 𝗵𝗲𝗿? 𝗧𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝘁𝗶𝗺𝗲 𝗵𝗲 𝗵𝗮𝘀 𝘁𝗼 𝗰𝗹𝗮𝘀𝗵 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗵𝗶𝗱𝗱𝗲𝗻 𝗳𝗼𝗲𝘀 𝗮𝗽𝗮𝗿𝘁 𝗳𝗿𝗼𝗺 𝗛𝗶𝘀.