*Formerly His Desire* "You think you want me, but I don't think you could handle what I would do to you." His stare is relentless. I smooth my hands down over my nightdress, feeling his words glide across my skin. "I could..." "I'm not sure I would be the kind, gentle lover your sweet Caspian would be," he warns quietly. ----- As a Princess, Kiva is always in danger. So much so, one night, her home is broken into, where it is revealed her attempted killer is her mate. Before she has a chance to speak to him, he vanishes into the night. For her protection, a dark and dangerous mercenary is ordered to keep guard of her, and as time passes, Kiva finds herself desiring him more and more. All while trying to find her elusive mate, and deny feelings for a man who may lead her right to the truth.

She was born into politics. He was born to rule it. When Indu's father - leader of the opposition - strikes a desperate deal to save his party, he offers the one thing Prithvi Devraj might take: his daughter. Cold, calculated, and destined to become the next Chief Minister, Prithvi doesn't believe in love - only power, loyalty, and control. Now bound to her father's greatest enemy, Indu is forced into a marriage she never wanted... to a man whose name she grew up fearing. But Prithvi doesn't touch without consent. He doesn't raise his voice.He destroys in silence. "I won't touch you unless you ask me to... But if you ever betray me- I'll make you wish you never walked into my world." In the war of politics, hearts are collateral. And in a house where passion burns colder than power, someone's going to get hurt.

"𝕀 𝕒𝕞 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕠𝕨𝕟𝕖𝕣 𝕠𝕗 𝕙𝕖𝕣 𝕖𝕒𝕔𝕙 𝕓𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕥𝕙 , 𝕤𝕙𝕖 𝕓𝕖𝕝𝕠𝕟𝕘𝕤 𝕥𝕠 𝕞𝕖" ----------------------------------------------------------------- "Neither she loves you nor she belongs to you" her ex fiancee shouted in anger. He stood up from his king-like chair and walked towards him in a casual demeanor...."But she moans my name pretty loudly at night!" He hissed near his ear in a devilish smirk!!!! "Why are you doing this Kabir...you are playing with her , you don't , in fact you can't love anyone" he said being heartbroken by his previous statement. Tck...tck ...tck....he laughed like a devil and said..." You are right I don't love her in fact I don't love anyone...but that has nothing to do with me having her in my bed , under me ,at my mercy and you know the best part , you my dear baby brother can't do anything about it!!! Follow this journey of madness and possessiveness !!!! Highest rank🥇 #1 in Wattpad #1 in maturethemes

"What are you doing?" He glances up at me through his glasses, his bored tone sending a jolt through me as I straddle his lap. I know he's a god at this 'poker face' game, but he needs to realise that his body always tells a different story like how hard he's gripping my thigh right now and how hard he is beneath me. Yet, I can't ignore the power he exudes. There's this strange, dominating energy about him that makes me feel small as if I am a rat being cowered back into a hole. And for Reina Gavril to feel that way? I hate it. I hate him. 𓍼 𝗛𝗘 isn't your typical 'good boy.' He's a quiet, aloof presence yes, but also with a lethal charm and a mind nobody can quite read. He thrives in his solitude, refusing to take anyone's shit because being good doesn't necessarily mean being weak, timid, or a pushover. 𝒷𝓊𝓉 . . . 𝗦𝗛𝗘 is also not just any girl. She is an icon, she's the legend and she is the 𝘮𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵. The 'queen bee' of Schola Stellae, she has it all - flawless looks, charisma, top grades, and a touch of mischief that gets her whatever she wants. She thrives in the spotlight, a party girl; quite the opp of him. Yet beneath that confident exterior is a heart; after all, queen bees rule for a reason, they know when to sting and when to play nice. 𝘛𝘩𝘢𝘵 is until he rejected one of her rival, prompting her friends to challenge her into making him hers. Tough situation, yes. Summing this up, bad girl with a soft side meets a good boy with a strong twist. And as she sets out on her mission, their opposing worlds clash, creating inevitable rivalry, tensions, heartbreaks and some wildly UNHOLY lessons that might make them go back and forth. 𝐎𝐂 // heavily needs to be edited because ewww ⓘ 𝗖𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗮𝗶𝗻𝘀 𝘀𝗲𝘅𝘂𝗮𝗹 𝘀𝗰𝗲𝗻𝗲𝘀 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗽𝗿𝗼𝗳𝗮𝗻𝗶𝘁𝗶𝗲𝘀.

On his planet, women don't choose, they're chosen. When a male claims a life partner, it is final. Permanent. Absolute. Belle, a university student, travels to this uncharted world for research. But she's unprepared for Thraxos, the towering, pale-blue warrior who rules with unchallenged strength and sees her as the one thing he's been missing. He's never chosen a life partner. Never needed one. Until her. But Thraxos doesn't love the way humans do. His affection is possession. His protection is control. And Belle's fire only draws him closer. Now, caught in a place where her voice means little and her body is his to claim, Belle must decide: resist the darkness, or surrender to the one male she was never meant to survive.

Ryder watched as that loser guy tugged a strand of hair behind Sparrow's ear and a small smile lit up her face. Punching him in the gut. The unwelcoming feeling once again attacked him as he recalled her words. 'Was throwing away my love for a fancy bike worth it, Ryder?' 'Damn that bet and damn this bike', Ryder decided with resolve. Time to win her back. No matter what it takes. She can run away all she wants. Let's see for how long she can keep it up. With determination, Ryder called out Sparrow's name for the whole campus to hear, she looked at him with a questioning frown. Pulling out a bottle of petroleum, Ryder poured it over the brand-new Ecosse Spirit ES1-worth $3.6 million, flicked open a lighter and tossed it onto the bike, watching as flames devoured the sleek machine. Sparrow looked at him with wide perplexed eyes. However, she quickly schooled her features, then did the unthinkable, gave him the middle finger and walked away. A small wicked smile tugged at Ryder's lips at her audacity. It was an open challenge. Everyone knew that signature smirk of Ryder meant trouble, and in this case it was for Sparrow Andrews. The game is on.

It is strange, the quiet fire that starts when you share a thin wall. We sleep side-by-side, truly. The only thing separating our heads on the pillow is plaster and paint. That barrier is supposed to keep us separate, safe, and private. But standing here now, the wall feels like nothing at all. It might as well be air. He is there, and I am here. And sometimes, thinking about him, just the sheer fact of his presence on the other side of that silent divide, makes my toes curl tight beneath the covers. It didn't hit me all at once. It was a slow thing, quiet and steady, the way the music builds in the intro of that song-the one by Chase Atlantic, "Friends." He just started getting into my senses, day by day, moment by moment. - Forbidden romance - Age gap - Dark mafia romance - Explicit sexual content Ranks #14 in bold #19 in mafiadon

Warning: 18+, strong mature, and sexual content. Sneak peek: "I don't believe in God, Hailey," he murmured, as his firm hands settled on my hips and lifted me from his lap, placing me onto his desk, "But... if I did, I would have thanked him for making you." A soft gasp escaped my lips as his hands slid under my college skirt, his fingers brushing on my pussy over my panties. "Damien, you are my brother..." I managed to whisper amid overwhelming desires. This felt so wrong. He emitted a husky chuckle, leaning closer to my ear, his lips brushing against my earlobe. "Correction-Stepbrother." "But-" Before I could utter a word, his hand swiftly slipped down inside my panties, his fingers landing on my bare, wet heat and just when a moan could escape my lips, his mouth forcefully met mine swallowing the scream of pain as well pleasure when two of his fingers thrust into my pussy just like I'd felt them in my dreams... *** When I was dragged across the country to Los Angeles to live with my mom's new husband and his son, the last thing I expected was for my new brother to be off-limits. Least of all, I never imagined I'd find myself tempted by the forbidden. Damien Black: sinfully attractive, irrefutably irresistible, and seemingly devoid of warmth. Emotions meant nothing to him; girls were mere toys for him to have in bed. And there came my biggest mistake-believing I could be more than just a toy for him...maybe more than just another conquest in his collection. I was his dirty little secret, one that he wouldn't let go of, accept, shatter entirely, or mend. I was his toy; Well....his favorite one.

For 18 year old Tara, the desert had never been kind. It was a cruel master-one that took more than it ever gave, leaving behind stories etched in sand: tales of survival. Tara was one of those stories. Abandoned by fate. Forgotten by the world. Forgotten by *him*-the man she had loved with every thread of her being, for whom she would have become anything. He throwed her aside as if she had never belonged to him at all, as if her love had been nothing but dust in the wind. But that was two and a half years ago. Now, she had changed-and so had her heart. She wasn't that girl anymore. Or so she thought. Because he wasn't finished with her. And neither was the desert. •••••••• This story is intended for mature audiences. If you're uncomfortable with erotica or themes involving forced relationships, I recommend skipping this book. Age-gap. 🔞🔞

𝑩𝒐𝒐𝒌 2 𝒐𝒇 "𝒅𝒆𝒔𝒉𝒑𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒆 𝒇𝒂𝒎𝒊𝒍𝒚 𝒔𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒔" ~ Rᴜᴅʀᴀ × Sᴜɢᴀɴᴅʜᴀ ~ ⚠️‼️ Mature audience only! Strictly 18+ • Do not report unnecessarily, please read the disclaimer. *** 1970's Life has unexpected turns. Sugandha, a young flower that got ruined by a lustful monster. She gave her all hopes of happiness after that incident. She became a widowed woman when her monstrous husband died. But... the society looked at her as a mole from the start. Growing up in a poor, low-caste family, she endured a lot. The taunts on her brown shade were a never-ending cycle. But what happens when the god blesses her with a second chance? That no one ever even witnessed before. An unmarried man from a rich background, and never had any relationship before, ends up marrying her. Rudra, a man's name that sends a shiver through the whole village. A man that adores his older brother to the core. He agreed to marry Sugandha just for his older brother's wish. But... he wasn't happy with the decision. Will love blossom in their relationship? Why wasn't Rudra happy about the marriage? Will Sugandha move on and give a second chance to her life? Dive into the story to find out ~✨~ - Short chapters - ___________________________________ This story contains abusive language, sexual content, attempted rape, miscarriage, Graphic content, sexual abuse, domastic violance, racism and sexism. Mature audience only! Read at your own risk. Thanks for reading ❤️