He was aimless, she was determined. He was sharp, she was blunt. He had everything, she lacked most of the things. His nights were sleepless, her nights were full of dreams. He was rich, she was poor. He was an introvert, she was an extrovert. He was insecure, she was confident. There were many differences between them, but one thing was common - their longing for love, affection and support. * Ehan Sinha, a 16-year-old rich boy, possesses the looks any girl would drool and any boy would be jealous of. He was talented, hardworking and kindhearted. But he was void, lonely and aimless. He doesn't know the purpose of his existence. His parents sent him to boarding school when he was six and to date, no one tried to get him back. He lives in a mansion near his school, which his parents provided him with. His loneliness was the only friend he had. * Ira, a 14-year-old orphan girl, struggles with her life in an orphanage, where kids are treated like prisoners. She was tired of being in that prison since the day she was found in a basket at a railway station. Somebody handed her to the orphanage. Till now, nobody knows about her parents. Neither she tried to know about them nor they came looking for her. All she knew was, either she was lost or she wasn't needed. *** Meet Ehan and Ira, to know how they fill the void space of love and affection in each other's life and become addicted to each other.

"From today onwards, I will take every decision of your life. What you will eat, where will you go, when will you speak, what you will wear it will be all as I wish. And if you dare to defy me then till now it must have been crystal clear to you how far I can go to keep my words," his voice unsympathetic and cold, causing a shiver down her spine. Out of fear she was not even able to raise her head and kept her eyes casted down. He lifted her head up with his forefinger, underneath her chin and stared directly into her mesmerizing hazel eyes. "Understood?" Her throat was parched and her mouth was dry. Her tongue felt heavy in her mouth. The seam of her lips was cracked and pasted with each other and she couldn't find enough courage in herself to say anything using her tongue, so she just nodded and casted down her eyes again. He raised her chin more now with his forefinger and thumb, indicating her to look in his eyes and she did so. "Understood?" He asked again and raised both his eyebrows, warning her. "Yy....ye..ss" she croaked out. Her eyes were widened with fear and hands were fisting the bedsheet. Her cheeks were imprinted with red finger marks. "Good. Now take of your clothes and fulfill your duty" he ordered. She only pleaded him with her eyes. Clearly, she didn't want her wedding night to turn out like this.

"Your body belongs to me, Kitten." He rasped out, cold index finger reaching out to trace over my fluttering pulse. I took an hesitant step backwards, but he took one forward, closing in on me and making my breath hitch. "Say it." I gulped and averted my gaze instead, clutching on my towel harder. His grip on my chin was firm as he tipped my head upwards. I trembled in immense fear. "My b- body belongs to you." I stuttered shakily, and a dark grin broke out on his face, making my blood run colder. "That's right. Now, take this off. I don't think we'll be needing this tonight." -- When an underboss' territory gets raided and his wife and eldest son gets captured, what better way to rectify the situation than to seek help from the most ruthless Mafia Don in Italy and give his only daughter away in exchange for said help. Catherine has a deep rooted fear of men, and had secretly planned on eloping before she comes of age in which her hand would be given out in marriage, but when the unexpected happened and she had to be the sacrificial lamb, she knew her entire life was doomed. Damien's was cold, ruthless and emotionless. He had no idea of what to do with his new wife who trembled around him like a lost kitten- but, he knew he could never let her go. Ever since he set his eyes on her and saw the tears running down her flushed cheeks, he knew he had to have her, protect her and keep her all to himself. That might just be hard to do, since danger was never, ever far away from him.

I limped towards the kitchen after sending him an email, that I'm on leave today. I couldn't even able to walk properly as I was feeling sore down there, just thinking about what happened yesterday was enough to make me trembling down with fear. He was rough, way too rough. He didn't even mind that I was on my 5th day of my menstrual period. For him it's all about him and his needs. He will never change. My lips wobbled as I cleared my tears as it started to flow down. Entering the kitchen, I took the glass of water gulping it down furiously to calm my racing heartbeat. I took another and another as my throat was itching and hurting with all that screaming. I gasped while keeping the glass in the sink. I won't be going to office today not after his brutality. I don't have enough strength to face him. I just can't... He's an animal and I don't think I can even stay in the same room as him even though he had done this so many times, yesterday he went too far. He crossed his limits and I don't want to see his face. I just hate him so much. As I stood holding the sink, a thought crossed my mind, why life is so cruel to me? What did I do to receive these? Why did I ended up with him? I just want to live normally. I sighed brushing my open hair, thinking about my miserable life. I shook my head, tying my hair in a bun. I turned around to leave the kitchen only to get startled by him. Him? My eyes widened at the realisation as gasped left my mouth in horror at the sight of him. What? He's here. It means... he never left. And the worst part is he's also looking at me with that look on his face. Lust filled eyes. Will he ever leave me alone? ------------------------- ⚠️WARNING: IT CONTAINS ABUSIVE DARK ROMANCE AND FORCED MATURED CONTENT. -------------------------- Highest Rankings:- #1 Random - 26/10/2023 #1 Story - 4/09/2025 #2 Zaddy- 5/01/2024 #2 Badboy - 26/02/2024 #4 Indian - 26/02/2024 #5 Obsessed - 16/02/2024 DO NOT COPY MY WORK PLEASE

A mere peasant in our kingdom, that's who I am. I never once imagined a higher prestige of living, despite being poverty-stricken but not near beggarly. Above and beyond, I held contentment with my life and valued what it offers. Because I, Elizabeth, an unwavering carrier of hope, a believer in the inherent worth of living, and a person with no more than less, have no more than much as well. I lived a provincial life with my sweet uncle to take care of me, but the moving world I was once taking turned upside down when I surrendered myself in the arms of an obsessive, royal-blooded maniac; the King. .................. "I beg of you, spare the life of my uncle and I'll come with you. As you ordered!" I pleaded, disregarding the ground of snow where I knelt becoming stained by the stream of my tears. "Elizabeth, no! Please, I beg you, Hide!" "I'm sorry, uncle," I uttered, trying to look at the poor man, brutally restricted, hopelessly struggling to get his ties out. But surrendering is all I could offer to save him. My gaze shifted and landed on the monster in front of me. "Take me wherever you want, my king. Just please, leave my uncle be." He knelt in front of me and wiped my tears using his hands. "At last, you showed. I'll take you home, to our home. Hush." I felt the dark presence of the King as he emitted those words that became my prison. It numbed my heart from the vast and all too powerful realization that he wasn't going to take me home, he was forcing me to leave it.

"Mama!" "Bébé courir!" (Baby run!) The woman screamed in French at her child to run away, the young girl looking at her mother with tears in her eyes. "Non!" (No) She screamed, her eyes widening when she watched her mother, the only family she ever knew, be stabbed through the heart with a sword. The man who did it took the sword out of the mother who lay dead, his evil menacing eyes looking down at the shaking girl as she slowly backed away. "Vous êtes le prochain." (You're next.) -- "P-Prince Elias, I'm a monster.." ... "You create beautiful things. You, my darling, are no monster." ------------------------- After the unfortunate loss of her mother, Renee runs away to a kingdom similar to her own, running from her past. Orphaned, she becomes a maid for the royal family in their castle. But there is more to just her cleaning. Prince Elias is set to be king, even to be married to a princess he doesn't love. But when a young maid comes into his life he falls head over heels. But what happens when Elias finds out about Renee's deep secret and dark past, can he break the ice between them? Murder, romance, mystery, secrets revealed, as well as the story of how two opposites work together. ||Mature language and sexual themes, as well as violence|| # 1 - itsalwaysbeenyou 8/4/21 #10 - cinderellastory 8/8/21 #1 - cinderellastory 11/15/22 #1 - teenagelovers 1/1/24

"Do you have anything to say?" He shook his head, but never shifted his gaze from her face. "Well then, what do you want?" She snapped, tired of his incessant staring. He shook his head again, still remaining speechless. She sighed. "Is there something on my face?" He nodded. "Well, what is it?" She asked, her gaze now locked on his. "Your beauty." _____________________ On a dark and stormy night, two families gather in a house and tell each other stories to keep things lively. Funny stories, tragic stories or thrillers? Find out as you embark on this unparalleled journey consisting of a dashing prince and his love interest, to a beggar and his road to success, and even two agents who never see eye to eye. Grab a packet of popcorn, some chips and a bottle of soft drink as you settle comfortably on your bed and experience history, the present and the future through the pages of this book. Certainly, you won't ever drop it. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ 1st place under the Teen Fiction category in the WalkbyFaith Awards 2021. 1st place under the Romance category in the Faith Alive Awards 2022.

My name is Xavier King, I'm the mafia boss of the Italian mafia. I kill without blinking. I'm ruthless. I'm cold. I bring fear everywhere I go. There's only one think I want in this world..... a mommy. Oh yea! Everyone thinks I'm a dominant, I'm a submissive. I know ironic right? The Italian mafia boss, a submissive. I never thought I'd find the domme I want until I met... her. My name is Catherine Walker. I'm a waitress at an upscale restaurant. I make enough to get by but nothing fancy. I live in a crappy apartment on the wrong side of town. All sounds submissive right? WRONG! I'm a mommy dom. I don't take anybody's shit. I want a submissive I can love and take care of, I never thought my submissive would be... him UPDATES ONCE A WEEK

THANK YOU TO FABULOUSINSANITY FOR THE COVER "The three of our pack members who have been accepted are Danielle Medinger, Grant Whittaker, and Miami Andrews." Miami Andrews is an ordinary werewolf in her pack. She had a calm life with a small group of friends and a nice family. That is until she is accepted into the sacred werewolf academy, Cresthaven. There she meets new friends, old enemies, and... the king himself. Edward Kingsley is the mysterious and stubborn werewolf king that everyone is warned about. After there's a rogue attack near the castle, his parents send him to the academy to teach there. There he finds one thing and one thing only. His mate. With the Rogues attacking closer to Cresthaven, will anyone survive the school year unscathed? Will Miami and Edward handle the mate pull so that the other students and teachers don't notice? Or will a tragedy make things take a turn for the worse? You will just have to read to find out.

"She loved like she died. Deeply, and in the end, chaotic. I guess you didn't realize how much she had shook your world until she was dead. Until her blood painted the ground and her heart ceased to beat. She cried every night, you know. She would collapse to the floor and let her tears flow. She wasn't afraid. Not until you beat her down with every harsh word, every little blow. Isn't it a shame? That the only people that can cause us such irreversible pain are the ones we love with every fiber of our being? It's poetic, maybe. That she would have burned the world for you if you asked, and instead you burned her. Love is not something you can push away, alpha. It's the end, and the beginning. It is the creator and the destroyer. Who taught you to hate like you love? Why are your indiscretions not spat on like hers? A shame, really, that you hadn't met sooner. Maybe you wouldn't have fallen so far, and dragged her down with you. But she is far gone, and this time, I'm afraid there is no pulling her back." Highest #21 in Werewolf Cover by liamsanchor9