She left him... but his obsession only grew stronger, darker, impossible to control. Now, he sits as the Chief Minister of the state victorious in politics, yet utterly defeated in love. The only thread still tying their shattered hearts together is their daughter, Nia. Every glance, every whisper, every memory pulls him deeper into a dangerous game of desire and possession. He will go to any length... any boundary... any moral line... to bring her back. But when obsession overtakes love, will redemption be possible-or will it destroy them both? Prepare for a tale of power, passion, and a love so consuming it borders on madness.

"Please Abhi ji... " she begged, her voice shaky, eyes searching his face for a flicker of mercy. She stepped back until the wall stopped her escape, her chest rising and falling rapidly. She could see it in his eyes-he was angry. But his voice? Too calm. Too controlled. And that scared her more than his rage ever could. He took another step forward, calm as ever, as if he wasn't burning inside. "Jaana, dar kyun rahi ho? Main kuch nahi karunga. Mat daro," he said smoothly, but the coldness in his gaze betrayed the lie behind his soft tone. (Darling, why are you scared? I won't do anything. Don't be afraid.) Her voice broke, laced with panic. "Aapne vada kiya tha... ki aap mujh par zabardasti nahi karenge," she reminded him, holding on to the last thread of hope. (You promised... that you wouldn't force yourself on me,) He smiled slightly, a calm too dangerous to trust."Aur Jaana, aapne bhi toh vada kiya tha ki aap apne boyfriend se kabhi nahi milengi. Aapne apna vada tod diya... ab meri baari " (And darling, you also promised that you would never meet your boyfriend. You broke your promise... now it's my turn.) His hands gripped her wrists and pressed them gently against the wall, not hurting her, but not letting her go either. Then, with a deliberate slowness, he leaned in and kissed her earlobe-sending a shiver down her spine. She squeezed her eyes shut, her heart pounding. She knew this wasn't about love. It was about control. Tropes: Grumpy × Sunshine He fell first, but she fell harder Possessive officer × innocent college girl Obsessed from the first glance Morally grey protector Touch her and you're dead Jealousy in uniform "Stay away from me" × "Make me" Danger disguised as devotion "I'm not good for you" × "I don't care" Trigger Warning: This story contains mature and sensitive themes including smut, manipulation, obsessive love, non-consensual scenes, and emotional/physical coercion .

"So this was all just a game to you . . .this whole time, you pretended to like me in order to humiliate me in front of the entire school?" An air of melancholia surrounded me, eyes watery like never before. "Were your feelings for me ever real?" There wasn't even a trace of an apologetic expression on his features as he tucked his hands in his pockets, before he gave a nonchalant shrug. The sudden urge for revenge became a prominent priority. He regarded me passively. "It's not my fault that you fell for me in the first place." he justified as he advanced my way, closing the gap between us. Unstably, I strode backwards on the concrete. ". . .stay back." I whimpered. "You're nothing but cold hearted." ·•● Two years ago, Emery Roy was tragically exposed to what some could call an intense betrayal all thanks to the originator - Dean Darnell. Everything went downward spiral after they started dating. What appeared to be a match-made in heaven, turned from blissful to disastrous the moment Dean humiliated Emery in front of the entire school, leaving her completely heartbroken. So to avoid him at all cost, she did what any person would do: transfer school. Fast forward two years later. What happens when she's returning back to Roosevelt High, for the first time during senior year? She only has a few tasks: avoid Dean and face her obstacles. The only question is will she succeed or will she get fooled again? Highest Rankings : | Teen Fiction #5 | | Romance #24 | | Basketball #1 | | Drama #2 | August 8th, 2020 | Humor #3 | September 6th, 2021 WARNING: Contains Uncensored Language Copyright © All Rights Reserved 2014

"Si no quieres respuestas sarcásticas no hagas preguntas tontas" FRASES DE TODO TIPO: Chistes, Frases sarcásticas e irónicas, Cosas típicas, etc. Terminada| 2016 Edición| 2019 #3 En DeTodo: 03/01/16 #2 En deTodo: 01/02/17 ¡¡#1 EN DE TODO!! : 19/02/17

Pode-se dizer que para nós, os Biebers, a definição de família não é a mesma que para os outros. Nós não criamos filhos, criamos soldados. Somos a maior e mais poderosa máfia do mundo, não por medo, mas sim por respeito. O nosso sucesso? Manter isso apenas como algo familiar, onde mulheres não estão inclusas de forma nenhuma, essa não é a sua função no mundo. Aos 15, contrataram minha primeira barriga de aluguel. Minha sorte? Tive dois em uma tacada só. Agora, 12 anos mais tarde, vamos passar novamente pelo processo. Meu problema? A minha nova barriga de aluguel não veio pelo dinheiro, mas sim por uma ameaça. Megan Hernandez pode ser uma mulher ousada e realmente do tipo que não aguenta nada calada, mas não é algo que me preocupe. Afinal, meu sangue é criminal, posso por qualquer um no seu devido lugar sem precisar mover um único músculo para isso.

+18 ( aviso de gatilho) Depois de ter sido deixada no altar, Mary não perdeu sua fé no amor. Depois dos seus dias de choro seguiu em frente e resolveu seguir o ramo de organizadora de casamentos. Quando sua firma é contratada para cuidar do casamento de uma velha colega de escola ela se depara com uma surpresa dolorosa e agonizante. Ao invés de deixar o trabalho ela resolve lidar com essa situação do jeito mais atrapalhado e errado que ela e sua amiga conseguiram encontrar. Procurando por um noivo nos classificados. _____________________________ Todos os direitos reservados ©. Espero que gostem. Plágio é crime.

Sempre me falaram que o primeiro a pedir perdão é o mais corajoso. Que o primeiro a perdoar é o mais forte, e que o primeiro a esquecer é o mais feliz, no entanto... Existem coisas na vida que não podem ser simplesmente esquecidas ou deixadas de lado, pelo menos não na que eu levo. Eu tenho uma nova vida à minha frente, tenho uma nova identidade que devo seguir e uma batalha que eu terei que travar todos os dias. Para mim, não há outro dia. Tenho que fazer isso agora, ou morrer tentando. Eu apenas espero que no final de tudo isso, quando eu ver que dei o máximo de mim, ele tenha piedade daqueles que carregam o seu sangue e são uma parte de si. Que ele realmente consiga por o sangue, acima da vingança. Pois a partir do momento que tomei minhas decisões, assinei minha sentença de morte. #3 em Fanfic 3/11/17