𝗧𝗮𝗹𝗲 𝗼𝗳 𝗗𝗲𝗮𝘁𝗵 & 𝗛𝗶𝘀 𝗽𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗰𝗲𝘀𝘀 Revenge Countless souls have fallen prey to its grasp, their lives shattered as deeply as those they sought to harm, if not more so. For most, mere death isn't the end It's not enough to satiate their thirst They crave retribution, wish for something beyond the grave. They want misery upon those who've wronged them. Long for the torment of those who've wounded them But at the end of the day, it's merely a wish, A burning desire for- well, nothing realistic, really For they are weak. Powerless Some may even deem them useless But then, there exist the select few- those who refuse to settle for anything less than the worst, denying death's grasp to unleash a living hell upon their enemies, Those who take matters into their own hands, seizing control & becoming the architects of their own vengeance, Now those, those are dangerous. For in their eyes, the concept of contentment is a foreign notion, replaced by a searing ache for more- More agony, despair. More misery, more wails. More destruction, chaos. People like him, they feed off of fear, thrive in causing pain. They're cunning, calculating, heartless But frankly, even the most twisted of them seem like harmless amateurs in comparison to him. He reeks of death Exudes darkness, sorrow Death is all that shadows his steps, making his existence a reminder of the inevitable fate that awaits his victims. And whispers in the Russian underworld speak of him as Mors- The god of death So, what happens when a girl, who abandoned her family, her life & the very empire bestowed upon her- just to escape the sight of death, catches the eyes of the reaper? What happens when he pulls her into the abyss of his world, intent on destroying all she has fought to be in pursuit of vengeance? And what happens when, as the day wanes, the embodiment of her deepest fear captures her eyes as well?

​"I gave you three years to breathe, Hiba. Three years to grow into the woman I saw that night in the kitchen. Now, the time for breathing is over. Now, you belong to me." ​At fifteen, Hiba became an orphan. At fifteen, she was forced into a Nikah with her eldest cousin, the cold and terrifying Arzan Shah. He was supposed to be her shield, but his touch felt like fire. After a night of dark desire, he fled to London, leaving her with a bruised neck and a shattered heart. ​Three years later, Hiba is eighteen, beautiful, and finally feels free. But Arzan has returned. He isn't the man who left; he's a predator coming back for his prize. And this time, he's not leaving without the Ruksati he wants hiba in his room, in his bed and under him. these story is not like my previous one it's dark Romance and for 18+ read at your own risk.

Dark. Possessive. Enchanting. She never believed fate could be this cruel. One day she was just an ordinary woman - independent, bright, and unafraid to speak her mind - and the next, she was bound by the silent command of a man who ruled not only a kingdom, but every heartbeat that dared to defy him. He was a King feared by many - arrogant, ruthless, and dangerously calm. His silence carried more power than any threat, and his gaze was enough to make the strongest men kneel. No one questioned him. No one dared to say no. Until she did. Their marriage wasn't born from love, but from power - a deal wrapped in deceit and sealed by force. She was meant to be his ornament, his queen in name only. But something inside her refused to bend completely. And that defiance, that flicker of fire in her eyes, became the one thing he couldn't control. He told her love was weakness. Yet every time she looked away, his possessiveness deepened. Every time she cried, his anger turned to obsession. He could destroy empires, but not the storm she brought into his heart. Trapped between duty and desire, she learns that every chain he places around her is not just to bind - but to protect. The palace walls whisper secrets, his touch hides unspoken fears, and every night she wonders: is she his prisoner, or his queen? A mysterious, darkly romantic tale of power, betrayal, and a love that blurs the line between dominance and devotion. Because when the King falls for his captive, the kingdom itself trembles. 👑

"It is your choice," he said, stepping so close to me that our lips were almost touching. "Either do what I say - or get another job." My heart stood still as I gazed up into his deep, dark, dangerous eyes... In a world where women's only role in life is to sit at home and look pretty, Lilly is determined to fight for her freedom. There's only one problem: a powerful man blocking her way.

"Are you coming to bed firefly?" He says to me laying his hands over my waist joining me in looking over the city. "I want to look out for a little longer if that is alright?" I mumble hoping that he heard me anyways, I wasn't ready to walk into that bedroom, and I don't think I ever would be. "Of course, I'll be getting ready for bed, come in whenever you are ready." He says confidently and walks away leaving my waist cold something for which I am grateful. Especially when my mind burns with other more dangerous thoughts. The warmth that forever lingers in the air, never burning the skin, but always reminding about what is around us. I force air into my lungs feeling the unexpected warmth fill me. He stands in the room watching me even though he said he was getting ready for bed. He is worried about me, about me jumping. I have contemplated it I will admit, but he would stop me before I fell even two feet. I was stuck, and no one could save me. Not even myself, my fucking weak self. His presence is demanding no matter where we are, but right now I could sense everything about him, and I try to suppress the unwanted feelings that curl right under my skin. "Firefly? About done?" He calls out and I release my hand from the guard rail not realizing that as I looked at the lights that covered the shining city with the falling fire in the background that my subconscious was thinking about how nice it would be... how relieving it would be... to just fall. True freedom. I take a step back and wrap my hands together turning around to a fully clothed unchanged man and nod once. I could see the fear in his eyes that I would, he knows if he gave me the chance... I wasn't ready for this, but I had to survive. No matter what. Highest Ranks: #17 In Romance #5 in Soulmates

I'll die instead of doing marriage but here I'm standing at door of his hell becoming the wife of the King of Mafia. He fisted my hair tightly and pushed me roughly and I fell down on ground. I look up and found men looking at me with lust I move my head back and look at him. " Remember one thing this is my territory and the one who has come here once, never goes back " the Devil said. I swear one day he'll himself let me go. ______ "You won't touch me" my voice come out confident like I wanted, he didn't answer me. " Why? Are you not man? " I mocked him with a slight chukle. Have you seen Saitan? I have and the moment I saw his eyes I know this is my end. Pure black colour. I just simply close my eyes and release my breath waiting for the consequences. It won't take much time and I feel a harsh grip on my hair like his is ripping them off he pushed me forward and I fell on something soft. " What did you said bitch? He growled in my ear, I just fisted the sheets. ____ " Move your eyes down" he growled at me. I bend according to his every wish, every demand neither raise my voice nor my eyes but now that's enough he took away the reason of my life now I'm not afraid of death. " Ab toh na yeh sar jhukega or na yeh ankhen" I said looking in his eyes I can see the strom rising in his deep charcoal eyes. { Now neither my head will bow down nor my eyes} " Bohot gurur hai tumhe bas kuch din, in kuch dino tumhare gurur le sath sath tumhe bhi tod denge" he said through clehched teeth stepping in closer to me establishing his dominance but I didn't move back. { You have so much ego just few days, in these few days I'll break you with your ego} " Dekhte hai " { Let's see} _____ I'm standing infront of his hell first time I was forced to come here but this time I come with my choice. " Swagat karo mera" I look at the huge iron door of his hell which is front of me. { Welcome me} " Tumhari maut aayi hai" I smriked. { Your death has come}

••• THIS IS BOOK 3!! READ BOOKS 1 and 2 FIRST!!! ••• Started: 12th June 2023

Nuisance is her middle name Perfection is his When I first saw him I was blown away with his baby blue eyes. The second time I wanted to know more about him. But the third time, I knew he was a trouble in my paradise. I never felt attracted towards someone in this short span of time and that too without knowing a single thing about them. But this Man, right here is making my irrational side active. The problem is I can't have any sort of equation with him even if I want to. He is a forbidden fruit which I want to taste. The urge is so bad I can't tell you. But is it worth it? Is he worth it? Dive into my story to know what will happen. Cause honestly even I don't know what's there for me on the plate.

"W-what does that m-mean?" I stutter and curse myself again for stuttering, that same smirk plastered on his stupidly adorable face yet again. "It means," He un-crosses his legs and comes over to me, resting his two large ring clad hands on the armrests of my chair as he leans towards me, "You are mine." "No one else can touch what's mine." ~~~~~ Blue has spent the last 10 years of her life surrounded by war and destruction. The most recent 4 years have been under the new and corrupt ruling of the Werewolves. The humans are suppressed into groups, ruled over by the Howlers - as they call them. What happens when after a Pale attack, the Alpha King decides to pay the humans a little visit? ~~~~~ Started: 06/10/19 Finished: 02/06/20 COMPLETED (Those are British dates so day/month/year)

They call him Demise. No, that wasn't his birth name. His mother nor father gave him this designation. Many people weren't sure he even had parents. Some say he sprung from the fiery depths of Hell. No, he earns his title. Every lycanthrope shakes in fear from the tales of him in battle- his ruthlessness, his ferocity. One said he could kill a man with a mere touch. They call him Demise because everything he touches perishes. His skill, his intelligence, his stamina, his endurance, his agility, his everything...holds murderous brutality. He is death and he fucks with despair. ───── Grace was a chosen for the Kingdom of Wolves. She and fifty other women were traded among the four Alphas of the world, paid to satiate their every desire. Grace had not been requested, yet, for she was the newest arrival. Stationed in Kingdom Demise, she worked as a palace servant. She knew one day she would be beckoned by an Alpha, but she never thought it would be by Demise.