A slow smile spread across his face. "I think God is finally on my side." My heart dropped. "Yadav..." he looked at Baba, "not only will you suffer death..." His voice turned colder. "You'll suffer through your daughter's screams too." --- "No..." I whispered, backing away. He started walking toward me. I clung to Baba, my body shaking violently. "Please..." Baba begged, his voice breaking for the first time. "Leave her... she has nothing to do with this..." But he didn't listen. He grabbed my arm and yanked me away. "BABA!" I screamed. He dragged me toward one of the rooms. I fought. Kicked. Scratched. "Leave me! Please! Let me go!" The door slammed shut. He threw me on bed..... PS - Not a love story. No happy ending.... 🏅#1 in #abusivecontent -1/4/2026 to 15/4/2026 🏅#1 in #abusivehusband - 15/4/2026 🏅#1 in #Domestiviolence - 15/4/2026

𝗧𝗮𝗹𝗲 𝗼𝗳 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗗𝗲𝘃𝗶𝗹 & 𝗛𝗶𝘀 𝗧𝗲𝘀𝗼𝗿𝗼 'Poor little soul.' A pure, innocent soul forced to face the harsh realities they said. A soul that was led down the path of darkness, One that was bent and made to be other's nightmare, only to end up deemed nature's lost cause. How tragic, right? Wrong. Because this, this is not nearly as simple. You see, mostly, if not always, the only real difference between a hero and a villain is a matter of perspective- WHO is telling the story. But not in his case. What if he really embodies the epitome of a real-life villain, instilling terror in the hearts of all those who cross his path, or even hear whispers of his name? What if he's a wicked man who ceaselessly gets whatever his icy heart craves? A monster who seeks power more than salvation, A nightmare who believes vengeance is unerring. A killing machine, devoid of heart or soul, let alone a pure one. Damien, they call him, His name whispered with terror and fear, Because Damien is not an ordinary man, but a man who clawed his way out from the depths of hell. One who's driven by a relentless pursuit of the very thing that threatens to bring downfall to the world we know. He is the reigning terror among monsters, holding dominion over the dark underworld of New York City, Even with his true identity hidden from the prying eyes of all. Damien is no ordinary man. But he is the Devil. So what happens when an angel meets the devil? When a naive runaway escapes one demon, only to find herself in the clutches of the worst of them all? ⊱ ʚɞ ⊰ ~𝗗𝗮𝗿𝗸 𝗠𝗮𝗳𝗶𝗮 𝗥𝗼𝗺𝗮𝗻𝗰𝗲 ~𝗘𝗻𝗲𝗺𝗶𝗲𝘀 𝗧𝗼 𝗟𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘀 ~𝗠𝗮𝘁𝘂𝗿𝗲 𝗧𝗵𝗲𝗺𝗲 ~𝗘𝘅𝗽𝗹𝗶𝗰𝗶𝘁 𝗦𝗲𝘅𝘂𝗮𝗹 𝗖𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁 Complete✔️

"You stole my heart once, Sara. Now, I'll show you what it feels like to lose everything." Five years ago, Rudra Singhania's life shattered with a betrayal he never saw coming. Their love had been raw and untamed, nurtured through stolen glances in college corridors and promises whispered under moonlit skies. But when Sara tore through his trust, she left him broken, angry, and vowing to never forgive. Now, he's back-not as the boy who loved her but as a man determined to ruin her. Sara doesn't know that their reunion isn't fate-it's his carefully laid trap. He's orchestrated every detail, every move, to make her pay for the scars she left behind. But when she walks into his life again-changed, guarded, no longer the carefree girl he once knew-Rudra feels the weight of his own plan. The fire between them hasn't dimmed, and as much as he hates her, he can't deny the pull she still has over him. Can vengeance heal a broken heart? Or will the ghosts of their love force Rudra to confront the truth: that some battles are only lost when you win?

He married the wrong sister. Or did he? Revenge was the plan. She was the twist. He was meant to marry her sister. But when she fled, Ahalya Mukherjee was forced into the fire. Shaurya Chatterjee wanted revenge. She became his target. Cold vows. Silent dinners. Locked doors. But the girl he thought was fragile? She held secrets too. Now, in a mansion full of ghosts and whispers, love is the most dangerous thing of all. 🥇#1- Wattpad 🥇#1- Forced Marriage 🥇#1- Coldhearted 🥇#1- Torture 🥇#1- Substitute 🥇#1- Bengali 🥇#1- Arranged 🥈#2- Desiromance 🥉#3- Replacement 🥉#3- Billionaire --- Disclaimer: ⚠️⚠️⚠️⚠️⚠️ 🔞🔞🔞🔞🔞 This story is a work of fiction meant for mature audiences. It explores complex emotions, intense relationships, and the journey from pain to healing through love and forgiveness. While some scenes depict difficult moments, the heart of this story is about redemption, hope, and the power of love to transform even the darkest pasts. The characters and events are fictional and created to tell a story of emotional growth and resilience. Images belong to their respective owners.

" I will fuck you whenever and however I want to, and you will take it like a good wife you are." Trigger Warning- Abuse, Violence, Blood, Gore, Rape, Substance Abuse, Miscarriage. Proceed with caution or don't.

𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘱𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘢𝘳𝘮𝘰𝘳, 𝘩𝘪𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘳𝘦𝘧𝘶𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘦𝘹𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘶𝘪𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘥. Cinder ˈsɪndər -The remains of something that has been burned or destroyed, often with a sense of something lingering or fading. ___ Bullying, Brothers, Dysfunctional Family

*serious editing is going on* She married a stranger who promised forever-unaware it was all a lie crafted to destroy her. Elena Bianchi, the gentle daughter of a powerful Italian politician, returns to Florence hoping to build a new life far from her family's tainted legacy. But fate has other plans when she crosses paths with Adrian Moretti-a man so charismatic, so precise in his affection, that she falls hopelessly in love. What she doesn't know is that Adrian is her enemy. Behind his warm smiles and tender kisses is a heart consumed by rage. Years ago, his sister was assaulted and silenced by men connected to the Bianchi name-and Elena's existence is now his weapon of revenge. With the full support of his cruel and twisted family, Adrian marries her... only to drag her into a nightmare. After the wedding, the truth unravels. She's beaten, starved, isolated-treated worse than a servant in her own home. And when whispers of a fate mirroring Adrian's sister begin to surface, Elena realizes she may not survive this marriage. But something begins to shift. Adrian starts to see the innocence in her eyes, the kindness in her broken smile-and guilt claws at his soul. Now he must choose: destroy the woman he once vowed to ruin, or risk everything, even his family's wrath, to save her. In a world built on betrayal and blood, can love survive the weight of vengeance?

He didn't steal me. He claimed me. One moment, I was dancing with my best friends. The next, the lights died-and the Dominion came. When I woke, a broken crown was inked into my ankle. His mark. Damien Voss. The man in the expensive suit. The man who watched me in the club like he already owned me. Now he does. He says I'm not merchandise. I'm his. Not because he's merciful-because he wants to keep me. Break me. Remake me. And the worst part? Some dark, hungry part of me wants him to. When he touches me, I forget to be afraid. When he whispers that he sees the monster inside me, I can't deny it. When he promises to ruin me, I wonder how it will feel to finally belong to someone who refuses to let me go. This isn't love. This is obsession. And I don't know if I'll survive it... or if I even want to. Rune's story begins in SAY IT BACK, a prequel novella. It can be read before or after this book.

Temptation lies within darkness... Obsession at first sight. That was how I felt when I saw her for the first time, standing with her friends in her pure white dress, which landed just above her knees. It suited her perfectly as her soul was just like the color of her dress. Pure white. Innocent. Angelic. The moment I saw her, I had the desire to claim her and possess her in every possible way. And I would. I would claim her- mind, body, and soul. By the time I am done with her, she will crave me the same way I crave her. She would need me the way she needs air to live. But for that, I would have to steal her from her life. I would need to Bind her by Force. _____________________ It's a standalone novel.

So how do you meet a killer, or in my case, a serial killer? You would think that I would meet him in a darkened alleyway, or perhaps on a hike through the forest as I unwillingly stumbled upon his bloody dumping grounds. That would make for an adrenaline-filled start to our story, our dance of death, but that's not how it happened at all. No, I met my killer where a lot of people meet these days. And no it wasn't on tinder or with any of those other damned dating apps. He wasn't that kind of serial killer. No, I met him at the local grocery store, I met him at my place of work. Just my luck right? Some would call it destiny, but in all honesty it was all just a throw of a dice, and a late night shift at work that needed to be filled. Warning: This twisted story is not intended for a younger audience. It will contain violence, sex, foul language, death, mind games, and so on. Stop reading if you are easily triggered by such things.