He looks like he might close the space between us. He looks like he wants to. My brain supplies a dozen sane exits. My body refuses every one. He looks as if he might kiss me. So I do something- exactly the kind of crazy I'm proud of but later I regret. I bite him right on the shoulder. He's in a tank, and my teeth definitely sink in. "What the hell?" he jerks back with a sharp laugh, stumbling slightly. "Did you just bite me?" "I panicked!" I defend, a little too quickly. "You don't have to mark me when I'm already yours, Swan." he says. Excuse me? "What!?" I blink, nearly tripping over my own foot. "What did you just say?" He shrugs, all cool and composed, "I'm already yours." he repeats, like it's nothing. Like it's not the verbal equivalent of a punch to the stomach and a kiss to the soul. My jaw drops. "Are you- are you okay?" "Perfectly," he says, then taps his shoulder. "Just sore though." ✧𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬, 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐮𝐩𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐨𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫.✧ ✩Amara Fontaine, a 24 year old ballerina. She was light, grace, and everything golden. A ballerina with a heart too kind for the cruel world. But even the brightest stars can be swallowed by the dark. 🜲Xavier Hayes, a 27 year old boxer. He was ruthless, untouchable, and everything dark. A man who never let anyone close-until her. But love makes even the strongest men bleed. Tropes- Boxer X Ballerina Enemies to Lovers Touch her and 🔪 He fell first and she fell harder Possessive and Obsessed MCs Nicknames and Banter Betrayal and Revenge [THIS IS A CLOSED DOOR ROMANCE!]

She was never meant to be his. Aarohi Mehra's life was signed away in a deal she never agreed to-forced into a marriage with Rishab Rathore, a man as powerful as he is dangerous. Cold. Calculated. Untouchable. He didn't ask for her love. He didn't need her trust. He only expected obedience. But Aarohi was never built to surrender. What begins as a war of control slowly unravels into something far more complicated-stolen glances, unspoken emotions, and a pull neither of them can deny. Between power, revenge, and buried truths, the lines between hate and desire begin to blur. Because the man she feared the most... is slowly becoming the only place she feels safe. And the woman who once tried to escape him... is the only one who can destroy him. In a world where loyalty is currency and love is a liability- what happens when two broken people start to become each other's home? "In a marriage built on power... Love is the greatest Rebellion."

The Costantino Sequel - Featuring Costa, Millie, the twins, and all the Accardi madness readers know and love, ROCCO is a slow-burn, enemies-to-lovers descent into obsession, loyalty, and fire. The Accardi family is back. And this time, it's Rocco's turn. At 30 years old, Rocco Accardi is known for a lot of things-his temper, his recklessness, his complete disregard for consequences. As the future underboss of Sicily's most feared family, he was never meant to feel anything. Until her. Alessia Russo, 26, Palermo's top real estate agent, has spent the past three years keeping things strictly professional. Which is hard to do when your most dangerous client spends every meeting flirting like it's a sport-and you've had a crush on him since day one. He's chaos. She's control. Their relationship was never meant to cross the line. But one wrong step-and everything spirals. Rocco doesn't know how to love. But he knows how to destroy. And once he decides she's his, he'll burn the city before he lets her go. Something is coming. And nothing will be the same after it hits.

Ira Verma never imagined her new job would land her inside the cold, echoing walls of the Rathore estate-a mansion guarded by silence, secrets, and the brooding presence of the man she's been hired to care for. Devraj Singh Rathore, heir to one of the most powerful families in India, is feared by many and understood by none. Bound to a wheelchair after a brutal attack, he shows no emotion, no warmth... and certainly no interest in the woman tending to him. At least, that's what Ira believes. What she doesn't know is that behind his still gaze lies a storm-dark, obsessive, and dangerously fixated on her. He watches when she's not looking, collects pieces of her she never gave, and burns with jealousy every time his younger brother dares to flirt with her. But Ira has a life outside this mansion. A fiancé her family chose. A future she thought she wanted. Devraj is done pretending. And when obsession begins to crack through restraint, Ira must face a chilling truth: You can only run so far... when the one who craves you is already inside your world.

Arav×Isha 💀 He saw me on the metro. Just once. That was all it took. I didn't even notice him. But he remembered everything . Two weeks later, I woke up in a bridal saree, sindoor in my hair, and a mangalsutra around my neck. No pheras. No promises. Just a forced marriage... and a door that wouldn't open. "You're mine now," he whispered. "Even if you hate me for it." I tried to run. More than once. But he always found me. And every time I left, something inside me shattered louder than the door I slammed. I told myself I didn't love him. I swore I hated him. But then... Why does it ache more to leave him... than to stay with my captor? ------------- Honestly, this is my first story. Good or bad, both responses are highly appreciated. 🏆1 in #captive (30/06/2025) 🏆 1 in #touchherandyoudie (28/7/2025) 🏆 2 in #dominace

"I'm ready to give you that freedom. You and your father can leave." I froze. What? I looked at him, eyes wide with disbelief, searching for any sign he was lying. Any smirk, any cruel glint. But he was calm. Too calm. Then he spoke again-and his words struck like a bolt of lightning straight through me. "But for that..." he paused, his voice dipping to a deadly softness, "you have to be my breeder." She was the kind of girl whose world revolved around her cats and her jesus. Daughter of one of Ireland's most influential figures, she lived behind the guarded gates of power but felt like a stranger in her own home. With a stepmother who wore venom like perfume and a stepsister who never missed a chance to tear her down, Niamh learned to find solace in silence. She didn't mind the isolation-not really. But everything changed with a single glance. One dance of seduction. One moment of tamtation.That was all it took to unravel the threads of her carefully stitched life. She believed in fairytales. In is prince and kindness. In magic that heals. But instead, she found herself tangled in the dark salvation of a man who had no light left in him. The fairytale she longed for didn't come with a white horse. It came cloaked in blood, wrapped in chains, and whispered promises laced with pain. And the moment she stepped into his world, there was no going back. "He craves her purity just to stain it with his sins"

The cool night air stung her cheeks as she stumbled through the deserted alley, her heart racing with panic. The echoes of her footsteps bounced off the walls, but no matter how fast she ran, the shadows behind her seemed to close in. "Keep running, doll" a low, sinister voice called out from the darkness, sending a shiver down her spine. "You can't escape me." She halted, her breath ragged, fear rooting her in place. Her mind screamed at her to keep going, but her legs wouldn't move. And then she saw him-emerging from the shadows, his tall frame dominating the space, his cold eyes locked onto hers. "W-Why are you doing this?" she stammered, backing away slowly, her body trembling. His lips curved into a dark, amused smile. "Because you're mine, doll" His voice was calm, terrifyingly so. "And no one takes what belongs to me." Crystal is a 20-year-old, breathtakingly beautiful college student with a bright future ahead of her. Innocent, determined, and full of life, she never expected her world to be torn apart by a man like Dimitri. Dimitri Volkov is 26, a dangerously powerful mafia boss who controls everything in his path. Cold, ruthless, and obsessed, he's used to getting what he wants-no matter the cost. And now, what he wants is Crystal. Two worlds collide in a twisted game of power, fear, and obsession. Starting: 22 Oct , 2024 End : 31 Oct , 2024

Danielle wanted to keep one thing locked away: her past. But that promise soon crumbles when a new face arrives on campus. Hockey forward, Hunter, is the newest player on the team. And he happens to be the one thing Danielle needs to avoid. At least that's what she thought. When he becomes her bestfriend's new roommate, she has no choice. His cocky attitude and confidence in the rink is all it takes for him to take the team by storm. He had hundreds of other girls throwing themselves at him, but he would not quit it with her. He's determined to find out what's behind Danielle's attitude and disliking towards him. As her past starts to unravel, Danielle is skating on thin ice. This time with her heart on the line. 1 MILLION READS [November 13, 2022] 2 MILLION READS [January 18, 2023] 3 MILLION READS [June 12, 2023] #5 in hockey 7/10/22 #1 in enemiestolovers 12/17/22 #6 in college 8/30/22 Started [Jun 2022] Finished [Oct 2022]

He was fire - fierce, possessive, and dangerously irresistible. She was the calm he never knew he needed. He didn't ask for her heart. He just... took it. And now, he won't let her go. Not when she breathes in his name. Not when her body remembers his touch. Not when every heartbeat screams - she is his... and only his.

He fell in love with the girl he had a one-night stand with. When her true nature revealed, he hated himself for loving her and decided never to see her again. However, his fate took an unexpected turn and entangled him in a contract marriage with her, turning the girl he despised into his temporary wife. Will their love-hate relationship lead to a deeper connection, or will it keep them forever bound by the terms of their contract? *** As I spank her, Grace questions in a surprised tone, "What was that?" "That was for leaving your husband alone in the pool," I respond in a teasing tone, seizing her waist and pulling her towards me, stealing her breath. "But, my dear husband, you're pissing me off. Just move away." She tries to break free from my grasp. "Stop moving, Mrs Grey!" "No, I won't listen to you, Mr Grey. You told me you don't want me, so why are you here again?" "I didn't say that I don't want you," I whisper, closing the distance between us, my lips nearing my angry wife's. "It means the same!" She rolls her eyes. "I want you so damn much, okay? And I'm ready to regret it again and again for doing this. Today, I'll show you how much I desire you, my wife." I confess, my fingers playing with her wet hair, and my hand still firmly gripping her waist. "So tell me. Who is stopping you, husband?"