He was my love, but I was just his path towards the crown which he never owned. When my parents warned me he was a terrorist, I laughed. I didn't believe them. Not until he robbed his own love and left her to die in tiny deaths, moment by moment. We weren't just a few years apart in age, but miles apart in our thoughts as well. Our origins were different, our upbringings were different, we lived in different directions of the world, and yet I never let any of these cause a crack between us, until he decided to build one. REVENGE. His revenge. I was born with the title of Princess, and he was forced to become a knight. He was ready to destroy both of us in the flames of his revenge, lapping around our relationship's newly dug grave. And yet, I stood there firm, unshakable, unbreakable, indestructible, ready to see what his extent was. Because no matter what, at the edge where he ends... I begin. Our marriage didn't only gave a new direction to our relation, but it also sparked an unspoken hunger in him. I don't know why I was getting punished for something I never did. Not only did I betray the promise to my parents, but I also betrayed my every boundary for him. My love for him turned to my dedication when he gave me the only reason to hate him. He put his blade on the neck of the only one I loved the most. So, I put my blade on him, slicing off all the threads of our never budding relationship. He wanted to win it all for the Crown. So, I destroyed it all for the Blood. It was the battle of Blood vs Crown. And the winner was yet to be announced.

"P-please s-sir...it's not what you're thinking." Finally she mustered up the courage to speak these words. Her voice pleading and eyes desperate to get away from him. "I don't give a flying fuck! I paid for you and now you're going to do what you're supposed to do!" He hissed at her face making her large hazel eyes to broaden in fear. Carlos Knight wasn't supposed to see her but yet he did. The way her body moves to the rhythm of the tune was erotic for him, giving him a hard on and he knows he needs to have her, but what he didn't know is the seductress of a belly dancer is none other than his own personal assistant. What will Grace Dallas do, when she finds out that the client who paid in millions just to watch her dance for him alone at his penthouse was none other than her boss. Read to find out a story full of Dark Romance, erotism, passion, needs, misunderstandings, hate and crazy obsession of love. WARNING ⚠️ EXPLICIT CONTENT! (This is sample only!)

Some betrayals do not end with an apology. Some wounds do not heal with time. And some loves are never love at all-they are obsessions disguised as devotion. On the day Siya Shukla was supposed to begin her forever, her world shattered. The man she loved, trusted, and dreamed of building a future with abandoned her without looking back. His reason was cruel enough to scar her soul and ruthless enough to make her question her worth. Atharv Oberoi chose his pride over her heart. Years passed. The broken girl transformed into a woman who no longer needed saving. Intelligent, ambitious, and fiercely independent, Siya built a life where Atharv's name held no significance. The love she once carried for him had long turned into indifference, and eventually, into hate. But fate has a strange way of reopening old wounds. Now known as the Mafia King, Atharv has everything a man could desire-power, wealth, influence, and fear. Yet the one thing he cannot possess is the woman he once discarded. And that is precisely what drives him mad. Because Atharv Oberoi can endure hatred. He can survive revenge. But Siya's indifference? That is a humiliation he cannot bear. What begins as a desire to reclaim what he lost soon spirals into something darker, something dangerous. An obsession. A need. A madness that refuses to let go. After all, he walked away from her once. Now he will do anything to make sure she never walks away from him. But the question remains- Can a heart that was broken beyond repair ever love again? Or will Atharv's obsession destroy them both?

Kabir Asthana! You have ruined my sister's life, right? Now watch how I burn your most beloved sister alive in the fire of my hatred! Seeing his own sister at the mouth of death, Ayansh Singhania becomes the embodiment of a 'devil'. Blinded by revenge, he directly creates destruction at the enemy's mandap and to take revenge from Kabir, he abducts his cousin sister Siya and forcibly marries her. Ayansh imprisons her in the luxurious cage of his hatred, but he is unaware of a terrifying truth hidden behind this relationship that is going to change both their lives. What will Siya do, when she gets punished for a crime she never committed? Find out, the mega-drama of hatred and revenge- "The Devil's Silent Captive

After losing the only person she ever had, seventeen-year-old Siara is left completely alone. With social services pressuring her into foster care, she has no choice but to contact the man her mother never told her about. Her father. A billionaire with a perfect life, a powerful name, and absolutely no clue that he has a daughter. Now forced into each other's lives, both must face buried truths, painful misunderstandings, and the possibility of becoming a family after seventeen years too late.

5 ACE SERIES [ THIRD BOOK ] **** Mistakes are bound to happen; there is no existing entity who haven't committed a mistake once. But are all mistakes forgiveable? **** In the third book of my novel series The 5 Ace, I present in front of you all a tale of a knight and his precious. The Knight knowingly committed a mistake, a mistake so grave that he hurt the person he loves in the process, his precious. What will his precious do? Will she be able to forgive her knight or will give him the punishment he wouldn't have even thought of? **** Well, the story doesn't only revolve around the knight, his precious and the grave mistake but also around the evil who had already played the cards. The evil has been leading ever since the game started, and getting inch closer to his win with every move. Will the knight and his precious be able to fight back or will get played? Tune in to the mystery-thriller and romantic journey of The Knight And His Precious to be mindful of all the answers.

In the brutal 15th century, where empires rose and fell on blood-soaked sands, an enmity demanded a merciless price. Agnijeet, the ruthless Rana of Mewar. He was carved from iron, reeking of war, and driven by a thirst of enimy's blood. He takes what he wants and crushes what stands in his way. Amidst the chaos of the battlefield, as blood rained over sword and shield, his lethal trajectory collided with a sudden web of cunning deceit and a captivating pair of green eyes. When the dust of that violent siege settles, he claims a war bride. She is dragged into his world of grand palaces and lethal shadows. With striking green eyes and a mind steeped in subtle deception, she is far more than a helpless captive. She carries dark secrets that could burn Mewar to ash, playing a dangerous game of power, hunger, and forbidden temptations beneath her veils. "Shohar? Kis baat ke shohar? Kis haq ki begum?" Dilshana's voice rang clear and fierce. "Hum is zabardasti ke rishte ko, is shadi ko sire se kharij karte hain! Na yeh magroor sipahsalar humare shohar hain, aur na hum inki begam! Jahan rishte zor-zabardasti aur lahu ki pyas par bandhe jayein, wahan sirf nafrat paida hoti hai. Hum is Iblis ko apna shohar kabhi nahi maanenge!" (Husband? Husband by what right? Wife by what right? I reject this forced relationship, this marriage completely! Neither is this arrogant commander my husband, nor am I his wife! Where relationships are tied by force and bloodlust, only hatred is born. I will never accept this devil as my husband!) Their marriage is a battlefield of powerplays and dark desire. As the lines between cold hatred and searing passion begin to blur in the quiet hours of the night, a far more dangerous question emerges. In a world built on deceit, betrayal, and relentless bloodshed, can two sworn enemies ever find true love, or will they simply destroy each other in the fire of their own vows?

Story about yug and ehaana, yug was in love with idha elder sister of ehaana . They were a perfect couple, but circumstances forced yug to marry, ehaana. Yug couldn't move on from idha , ehaana silently gave up on their marriage. They were like roommates who living together, without any love , obligation towards each other. Will yug ever be able to forget idha and love ehaana? This story is about the emotional struggle of yug who can't forget his first love and ehaana who died everyday in this relationship. His lost love ***

🖤🌼🖤🌼🖤 ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ ✦ ━━━━━━━━━━━━ 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐀𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐎 𝐅𝐄𝐄𝐋𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆🖤 × 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐑𝐈𝐃𝐄 𝐖𝐇𝐎 𝐅𝐄𝐄𝐋𝐒 𝐓𝐎𝐎 𝐌𝐔𝐂𝐇🌼 ━━━━━━━━━━━━━ ✦━━━━━━━━━━━━ The underworld knows only one truth- 𝐀𝐫𝐲𝐚𝐯 𝐑𝐚𝐢 𝐒𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐚 does not care. Not about enemies. Not about allies. And certainly not about emotions. He is the man who ends wars with a single command. The man whose silence is more terrifying than violence. Cold. Calculated. Untouchable. Love was never part of his world. Until the day a girl in white became his bride. Too soft for his ruthless empire. Too innocent for a man like him. Her eyes lower whenever he enters the room. Her voice trembles when she speaks his name. And sometimes... her eyes fill with tears. He tells himself he doesn't care. But something about those tears irritates him. Annoys him. Makes his jaw tighten and his patience disappear. Because for reasons he refuses to understand- he cannot stand seeing her cry. Not because he cares. But because she is **his**. And the ruthless mafia king doesn't like the feeling of something that belongs to him breaking. So he watches her. Too closely. Not out of love. Not out of kindness. But with a quiet, dangerous obsession even he refuses to name. Because in a world ruled by blood and power, the most dangerous thing about 𝐀𝐫𝐲𝐚𝐯 𝐑𝐚𝐢 𝐒𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐚 is not his cruelty. It's the innocent bride slowly becoming his only weakness. ✦ 𝑨 𝑴𝒂𝒇𝒊𝒂 𝑹𝒐𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒆 ✦