Bane Lawson : A fiercely independent and legendary mercenary in a fractured magical world. Standing nearly seven feet tall, heavily scarred, and covered from head to toe in intricate tattoos, he is a man of few words who actively avoids the company of others. Beneath his rough, imposing exterior lies a brilliant talent for crafting weapons and building, along with a hidden, unwavering instinct to protect what is his. Dawn Celestia : A lost angel on the run, completely unaware of the true depth of her dormant healing powers. Small, innocent, and sheltered, she has spent her entire life fleeing in terror. With striking blue eyes, fair skin, and beautiful white wings. Her lonely past has left her craving safety, warmth, and someone she can truly depend on Fallen into Fate Ever since the powerful angel race was defeated by rebel creatures and forces determined to overthrow the balance of good and evil, heaven has been in ruins, leaving the surviving angels scattered and hunted. In this broken world, survival means trusting no one. For Bane, a wealthy and ruthless tracker, life is simple: take the contract, collect the bounty, and stay isolated in his remote forest cottage. But his quiet existence is shattered the night a terrified, wing-bound girl bangs on his door, fleeing dangerous forces. After protecting her from the immediate threat, an unexplainable pull forces his deep protectiveness to the surface. Though he is big, rough, and entirely unused to gentleness, he finds himself lowering his guard to heal her wounded wings and offer her shelter. For the first time in her life, Dawn feels entirely safe, quickly growing attached to her giant protector. But staying hidden in a world this dangerous is no easy task. When he discovers the agonizing truth of what she endured before finding him, his protective instincts turn into an unforgiving fury. To keep his angel safe, this solitary hunter will have to face down an empire-even if it means burning down everything in

Eliza Labelle had survived a shooting that should have killed her, but surviving turned out to be the beginning of her problems rather than the end. After waking in a hospital bed with a bullet wound and a government determined to bury the incident, she discovered that the man responsible had vanished behind the walls of a place most people only whispered about. While her family tried to push her back into her privileged city life, strange events and growing unease made it impossible for her to forget what happened. When she was suddenly taken from everything she knew and dragged beyond the safety of the world she had grown up in, Eliza found herself trapped in a brutal land ruled by old loyalties, hidden power structures, and people who lived by laws far different from those of the city. As she struggled to survive among dangerous strangers, she uncovered secrets that connected powerful families, forbidden territories, and a world that had been carefully hidden from ordinary people. The deeper she was pulled into that world, the harder it became to separate friend from enemy, truth from manipulation, and survival from sacrifice. What began as a fight to return home slowly became a journey that forced her to confront the darkest parts of human nature, the cost of loyalty, and the reality that some doors could never be closed once they were opened.

The door burst open, and Shivansh stood there. His hand was covered in blood, and blood streaks marked his face, making him look terrifyingly still. "Take your clothes off," he ordered coldly, his voice sharp with rage. "What?" I whispered, my mind refusing to understand his words. He stepped closer until my back slammed into the wall. His grip tightened around my arms, sharp pain ripping a gasp from me. He leaned in, his breath hot against my ear, close enough that I could feel his anger shaking through him. "I said, remove your fucking clothes, Aarohi," he whispered, anger trembling in his voice. One look at his eyes told me everything. He knows about him. --------------------------------------------------------

𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤1 𝐨𝐟 𝐎𝐛𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 mature story 18+ 1960s Avantika- Aap bahut gande hain. Chhi! You are very naughtybad. Eww! Rajveer smirked. Rajveer- Achha, aur dekho toh kaun bol raha hai. Wahi, jo thodi der pehle mere neeche mujhse naa rukne ki bheekh maang rahi thi. Oh really? And look who's talking. The very one who was begging me not to stop a little while ago, beneath me. Avantika's eyes widened. She playfully slapped his chest. He grabbed it mid-air and brought her knuckles to kiss her palm. Avantika- Aap bahut bigaad rahe hain humein, Daroga ji. You are spoiling me terribly, Inspector (Daroga ji). Rajveer- Tumhein bigaadne aur sudhaarne, dono ka haq mera hai, Biwi. The right to spoil you and to improve you-both belong to me, my wife.

After a devastating war fractures the world, a ruthless city rises from the ruins...Greyheaven, a place ruled not by law, but by power, money, and fear. In this twisted haven of illegal empires and inherited cruelty, Tristan Walker, son of Greyheaven's most powerful businessman and its unseen dictator, is bound by a dark family tradition: he must claim a doll, a girl owned, not loved, before marriage. Isolde is torn from her family, stripped of her past, and delivered into Greyheaven's shadows. Isolated, broken, and powerless, she becomes the one fate assigns to Tristan. In a world where people are possessions and mercy is weakness, ownership is mistaken for destiny and survival comes at a brutal cost. Love that fits the world is lived. Love that defies it is remembered. ▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎ He forces my wrists up and wide, tying them to rusted pipes overhead in a cruel Y-shape, arms stretched taut, body yanked open and vulnerable. My legs kick frantically, trying to clamp shut, but he kicks them apart, binding ankles to stakes in the floor. Spread eagle, helpless, the dress rides up, exposing everything. "Please! Untie me...I'll be good, I promise!" I beg, innocent eyes wide with terror, body arching off the mattress in pure resistance, hips bucking, back bowing to escape the exposure, core clenching to hide my most private place. He stuffs a rag in my mouth, tasting of oil and grim

He suddenly pinned me on his bed as fear crawled over me. I struggled to get out of his grip " You're making me hard sweetheart,stop struggling", he warned but I kept struggling, his eyes got more darker,"Stop orelse I'm gonna fuck that tight little virgin hole of yours so hard that you won't able to walk for weeks".I stopped and looked at him ,he looked as a pure devil ,so dangerous .Not able to bear his monstrous side, I saw black dots infront of me as I closed my eyes letting the darkness consume me. What happens when a devil finds his love in an innocent angel? Pihu Varma, A 19 years old, loved and cherished all her life by her parents and an elder brother. Beautiful, cute and lovely nature. Moving to a new city with her family , thinking that the new city will bring her new hopes and so much happiness, but the hopes get crushed when the devil enters her life. Rajveer Oberoi, A 27 years old , well known technology business man .Has only a brother as his family . Handsome, mysterious and cruel. Had no hopes in love, but fell for an angel and now is determined to make her his. His Flower.

Eshal was soft, ordinary, and far too fragile for a world ruled by men like Zayan Shehryar Mirza. A man feared across Karachi. Cold-blooded. Untouchable. Ruthlessly possessive. She was never supposed to catch his attention. But one terrified glance was enough to turn his obsession dangerous. And monsters like him don't fall in love gently- They consume* Trigger warning: 18+ content, Violence, Abuse, Forced Relationship Etc

She knew her job well-and she was passionate only about her work. Trinaya Jadeja, an uncompromising investigative journalist, had zero tolerance for corruption. She lived for the truth. And her biggest mission? To expose Swaraansh Chaudhary-the untouchable man everyone worshipped. To the world, he was the Chief Minister of Uttar Pradesh. A messiah of the masses. A symbol of power, integrity, and progress. But reality? Reality was far darker. Trinaya believed it would be easy. One explosive video. One bold move. And the truth would shake his empire. She was wrong. Because the moment that video surfaced... Swaraansh noticed her. And powerful men don't just notice. They claim. They trap. They destroy. What happens when the hunter becomes the hunted? What happens when Trinaya finds herself imprisoned-not just in his estate, but in his dangerous game of control, obsession, and secrets? And the most terrifying question of all- Will she expose him... Or will he break her first?

𝐇𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐥𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐮𝐢𝐭. 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐨𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐜𝐫𝐮𝐞𝐥 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝. 𝐇𝐞 𝐫𝐮𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐟𝐞𝐚𝐫. 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐠𝐚𝐳𝐞. 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐡𝐢𝐬. 𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧... 𝐇𝐞'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐠𝐨. 𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐫. "Please... don't do this. I'm scared," she whispered, her voice shaking, barely louder than her own heartbeat. He didn't step back. Didn't blink. A slow smirk curved his lips - not warm, not kind... the kind that made the air feel thinner. "Scared?" he said quietly, almost amused. "You should be." Her breath hitched. "I'm not going to hurt you," he continued, voice low and controlled, "unless you give me a reason to." "𝐒𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐚 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥 𝐏𝐢𝐜𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐨" Top ranks ❤️ 3 #stalker 9 #dangerouslove 8 #controlling 30 April 2016

After one broken night, a Mafia Don finds himself stumbling through a massage parlour, drunk out of his mind. But what he didn't know, was that he stumbled upon the most perfect angel he had ever seen. An angel he was determined to claim as his.