The National Defence Academy wasn't made for girls like her. It was built of granite and bloodlines, shaped by discipline, rank, and inherited pride. Its walls echoed with the footfalls of sons from powerful families, names passed down like medals-Ranas, Rathores, Malhotras. Not Verma. Not her. She earned her place. Through grit. Pain. And top scores. But no one cared about merit inside those gates. Not when he set his eyes on her. --- He noticed her on the third day. Pale skin flushed from the heat. Uniform a bit too loose. Marching a beat too slow. Weak by academy standards. Interesting by his. Major General Veer Pratap Singh did not entertain weakness. He hunted it. Broke it. Reshaped it. And when he looked at her-barely nineteen, lost among cadets bred for this world-he didn't see a mistake. He saw a challenge. > "Bring her to me." That was the first command. The beginning of a quiet, brutal undoing. --- She didn't understand, at first, why the air in the mess hall froze when he entered. Why the most feared, decorated officer in the country stared at her like she'd done something wrong just by existing. Why whispers followed her down every corridor: > *"She's the one he picked."* > *"The General's little cadet."* --- He never raised his voice. He didn't need to. His silence carried the weight of war. And before she could resist, before she could run-he was already under her skin. Controlling her sleep. Her schedule. Her meals. Her mind. And eventually-her heart. But that was the most dangerous part. Because love was never part of his war strategy. Only submission. --- > *This wasn't a story of romance.* > *It was a slow invasion. A quiet claiming.* > *And by the time she realized what he was doing... it was far too late to retreat.* ---

"What are you?" the older man questioned, his voice a chilling blend of authority and amusement, like a knife wrapped in silk. "Your wife," I replied softly, my tone laced with the submission he seemed to crave. "No," he murmured, his lips brushing mine, the words a dark caress that sent shivers through me. "You are my doll, milaya." He towered over me, his intimidating presence both suffocating and intoxicating. The nickname, spoken in that deep, accented voice, wrapped around me like a chain I couldn't help but love. "You are the only woman who is allowed to warm my bed at night," he said, his voice a dark melody, smooth but unnerving. "The only woman who's allowed to step into my office and bend over my desk, waiting for me to come home so I can fuck you." A cold, low chuckle rumbled from his chest, the sound as sinister as it was intoxicating, sending shivers down my spine. ♡ Dimitri Mikhailov, the russian mobster. His presence filled the room like a storm. He didn't have to move or speak to dominate the room. Broad-shouldered and imposing, his scarred face told a thousand stories that he'd never waste words on. He was my husband and I was his precious doll.

"Soothe the devils in my head, love me to my death." In which a psychiatrist gets kidnapped by a serial killer, only to lose her mind.

WARNING __________ This story is a dark romance. It will contain dark subjects, some of which may be triggering to certain readers. Subjects that may be featured are self-harm, violence and abuse and rape. It may also mention or reference sexual themes and isn't limited to other dark topics. THIS BOOK IS NOT SMUT! There is also swearing and bad language. I AM NOT GLORIFYING THESE TYPES OF RELATIONSHIPS!! READER DISCRETION IS ADVISED! See introduction chapter for more information. DESCRIPTION ______________ Life is hard enough without the twists and turns that many of us face along our way. Alice Green was a victim of abuse, a relationship ending in disaster. Yet despite this Alice has still come out the other side strong, or so she says. Working as a criminal psychologist had always been a dream for her, however it soon turned into a nightmare when Alice is kidnapped by a ruthless mafia Don who will not rest until she truly belongs to him.

Autumn Wraith took a step a 20-year-old shouldn't take. She was naïve for her own ruin. One wrong move, or should we say one wrong article? She writes about him, not knowing her pen was the knife that was going to turn on her. Her life was anchored to the devil. The devil vowed to keep her as his. Will she survive his obsession? Zyler Stone, 27. They say the devil was once an angel. But this man taught tricks to the horn-headed beast himself. What happens when he falls for a girl he vowed to kill? He was supposed to kill her, but for the first time, his hands couldn't fire that gun. He couldn't kill her. Instead, he decided to keep her for himself. The devil went far for her, too far that she couldn't take it. Will she move to hell with him, or will he move heaven and earth for her? Despite his initial intention to silence her, Zyler made her his. Obsessed with every move she made, he watched from the shadows, consumed by a dark desire he couldn't control. As Autumn's life begins to spiral out of control, she realizes that there's no escape from the darkness that surrounds her. In this heart-stopping tale of danger and desire, Autumn and Zyler are pitted against each other in a battle for control. But as their obsession spirals out of control, it becomes clear that only one of them will emerge from the darkness alive.

__❤︎ The Maid and the Mafia King ❤︎__ Losing her father at the age of 20, Bella started to search for jobs. Not to mention, she already was doing 2 jobs. But they were not enough to pay her father's debt. With the help of her friend's cousin, she got the job of working as a maid in a big mansion,owned by a multi billionaire. She heard the owner of the mansion was young and the mansion too screamed rich and power. But what she didn't know was the owner of the mansion was feared by people, the most perilous Mafia king of Italy and around the world. She didn't know one more thing. That the ruthless Mob king was going to claim her 𝑯𝑰𝑺 no matter what. _________ "Sshhh.. no one cares," Lucifer's hot breath hitting my neck as his lips slowly tracing down to my collarbone. "No please- w-we shouldn't ahh.." I gasped as he took the skin of my sweet spot between his teeth. "Don't open your mouth. I won't be responsible for what I would do to you if you open your sweet mouth again, " he didn't give me time to response before he claimed my lips possessively. ________ •[ WARNING ] Contains MATURE CONTENT, VOLGAR LANGUAGE, ABUSE. (18+) _________ Started: 12/08/20 Completed: 24/11/20 •°•°•°• [Cover by me]

"Matteo." she whispered, her eyes flitting down for a second to his lips. "My pretty little baby." He touched his thumb to her bottom lip, gently caressing them. "Pretty little vixen trying out seduction, hmm?" Oh my. He hated everyone. Every little thing he came across he hated. He was a cold person, who shut off every type of emotion one could feel. Until one small encounter at the park in the middle of the night with one heck of a strange girl. One strange girl, who managed to do something he never thought would ever happen to him. A strange girl who turned him into someone who he never thought he could be. Her name was Aurora. (Not edited) #1 in Stutter- 02/07/22-20/07/22 #1 in Cutelove- 02/09/22-04/09/22 #1 in Ruthless- 11/09/22-12/09/22 #1 in Adorable-05/10/22-14/10/22 #1 in Innocent-21/10/22-24/10/22 #1 in Shygirl- 1/12/22-6/12/22 #2 in Olderman- 29/03/22

"Luci I wanted to-" "Don't f*cking call me that," Lucifer interrupted, speaking in a monotonous voice, whilst staring intently at the marbled floor beneath his feat. "It suits you though!" Dior defended in a giggly tone, but his expression did not change. "I said don't f*cking call me that." "You can even give me a silly nickname if you'd like," she proposed. Silence "Eh, you'll learn to love me one day." Little did she know, he already did. ------------------------------------------------ After the kidnapping and torturing of Dior Delilah Hamilton, the only daughter of the biggest mob boss in New York, Dante Hamilton, her father had no choice but to hire a full-time bodyguard for her, otherwise known as : Lucifer Alistair. Dior Delilah Hamilton Despite how the world has treated her, the contagious smile on her face never faltered. Bringing joy to those around her was her addiction, and the innocent aura surrounding her can never go unnoticed. With 3 older brothers, and a mafia man for a father, she was protected beyond belief. Or so they thought... Lucifer Alistair. His name itself causes the strongest of men to shiver in their boots. And boy did he live up to his name. He'd been let down all his life and learnt to never expect anything from anyone, because everyone will leave you in the end. His mind was set. He was to be a lone wolf til his last breath. Broken, misunderstood, heartless, soulless even, Lucifer could not be fixed. That was until Dior slithered her way into his shattered heart, and vowed to make it whole again. ---------------------------------- I don't own any pictures used in this story All rights reserved, do not copy my work

𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐀 𝐋𝐎𝐂𝐊𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓, 21 years old, just moved back to her local hometown in LA looking for babysitting jobs which is what she loves to do. 𝐍𝐈𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐀𝐒 𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆, 25 years old, most feared man in his city and owns the #1 biggest Mafia in the country. Having a five- year old daughter (Luna) and running a Mafia and Empire is hard work so he finds a babysitter. What will happen when Thea starts to babysit Luna? - 𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄.

"Do you know how hard it is for me to share you with the world Angel?" He sits on the couch we where just standing in front of. "Every day I have to fight the urge to lock you somewhere only I can get to. Codziennie I have to convince myself to not cut off your legs or sever your spine so that you can walk anymore. So that you are only dependent on me." He talks about hurting me like it is a dream of his he wants to come true. Every day He pulls me onto his lap. I trimble in his arms. He is scaring me. "You talking like that to me makes me want to cut out your tongue. It makes me want to beat all thoughts of you disobeying me from you head." His grip on me tightens but his voice stays the same...calm. He talks to me in a tone that is like he is telling me a story about a princess locked in a tower. His eyes are still focused in on me, but I choose not to look at him. For the first time during our whole conversation he heightens his voice. "Look at me!" I jump up startled. His Russian accent is thick. Chapter Ten Author Book will be getting darker as you read along... Content warning Content contains... rape, murder, torture, non consensual acts, violence, bad language, and domestic violence. Please read at your own risk. I try to update frequently, but I might slip up here and there. This is not edited yet. I do ask that you guys help me by pointing out any mistakes you may notice. When I do write I do type fast and don't usually come back but eventually everything will be edited.