The first rule of the Ricci estate was simple. DO NOT LOOK AT THE CAPO! Dalia broke it the moment his shadow filled the doorway. She had felt him before she saw him. The shift in the air. The quiet fear that crept up her spine and settled between her shoulders like a warning. Men like Lucien Ricci did not announce themselves. They were sensed. Felt. Endured. Everyone said he was ruthless. That his hands were stained with blood and power in equal measure. That once you belonged to him, you never truly left. Dalia had never planned to belong to anyone. She was just a maid. Quiet. Invisible. A girl with dreams tucked away where no one could touch them. Until his eyes landed on her and did not look away. Until his voice said her name like it tasted good. Until one command changed everything. There was a moment, later, when she would understand that it had never been about choice. That desire had teeth. That power could be intoxicating when it wanted you back. Lucien Ricci did not chase. He waited. And when Dalia knelt at the edge of his world, trembling but willing, he knew exactly what he would do. He would ruin her carefully. He would claim her completely. And she would never be the same girl who walked into his room again.

Edenhart Academy is the school of the rich, the powerful and the untouchable. Locked behind guarded gates and surrounded by the sea, it's a world where privilege rules and cruelty is entertainment. Ayden Vale, grandson of the academy's founder, reigns at the top. Eyes as cold as a predator. Everyone fears him. Everyone obeys him. Everyone wants him. He sees people as toys, hearts as games, and emotions as weaknesses. Until she arrives. Hera Celeste, a scholarship student from nowhere. Calm. Intelligent. Gentle. Too poor to belong in Edenhart's golden world and too brave to bow her head. Ayden decides she will break, just like everyone else. He will pull her into his world of manipulation, jealousy, and control. But the more he tries to destroy her, the more obsessed he becomes. In a school where love doesn't exist and hearts are weapons who will fall first?

He waited in silence, watching her bloom. Now, he's ready to claim what was never his to touch. Aleena Azimi was just seventeen when she stepped into the mansion that would change her life forever-working as a maid to help her ailing mother. Quiet. Gentle. Untouched. She was everything Ashkan Hosseini should have stayed away from. But he didn't. Ashkan, the enigmatic heir of the Hosseini empire, had it all-power, wealth, and an iron will that bent the world around him. But when it came to Aleena, he was a man tormented by restraint. For two years, he watched her in silence, suppressing the storm of desire that threatened to consume him. Now, she's nineteen. And when her younger brother is framed in a crime that could cost him his life, Ashkan steps in with a deal that changes everything. Marry me-and I'll make the problem disappear. Thrust into a dangerous marriage with a man who's both her savior and her captor, Aleena must navigate a world of power, secrets, and the kind of desire that burns too deep to ignore. He owns her freedom, her name, and her nights-but can he ever win her heart? 𝑰𝒏 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒂𝒓𝒎𝒔, 𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒊𝒔 𝒄𝒂𝒈𝒆𝒅 𝒃𝒚 𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒏 𝒗𝒐𝒘𝒔. 𝑺𝒉𝒆 𝒊𝒔 𝒄𝒂𝒈𝒆𝒅 𝒃𝒚 𝒅𝒆𝒔𝒊𝒓𝒆. ▪︎▪︎ 𝑯𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒕𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒅 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒚𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒔, 𝒊𝒏 𝒔𝒊𝒍𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒆. 𝑵𝒐𝒘 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒔𝒉𝒆'𝒔 𝒉𝒊𝒔, 𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒂𝒔𝒌-𝒉𝒆'𝒍𝒍 𝒕𝒂𝒌𝒆.𝑩𝒆𝒄𝒂𝒖𝒔𝒆 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒅𝒆𝒔𝒊𝒓𝒆𝒔 𝒂𝒓𝒆𝒏'𝒕 𝒎𝒆𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒆 𝒕𝒂𝒎𝒆𝒅-𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚'𝒓𝒆 𝒎𝒆𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒖𝒎𝒆.

I can't pinpoint the exact moment when I knew my fixation had turned into an obsession. All I knew was, I was never going to let her go. I might have taken her as collateral, to make sure her father did exactly what I wanted but things had changed. She was mine now.

Aarohi frantically looked around, dazed and scared, surrounded by sleek black cars and a wall of bodyguards armed with guns. They formed an impenetrable circle, leaving her trapped. Heart pounding, she watched in terror as Reyansh strode towards her, his steps deliberate, his eyes locked onto her like a predator nearing its prey. Tears blurred her vision as she whispered a desperate plea, "Please, let me go." Unaffected, he stopped inches away, his face morphed into a dark smile as he leaned close and murmured smoothly, "Checkmate." Before she knew it, strong hands were dragging her away, as everyone watched in silence. ~~~~ Caught in Reyansh Kashyap's obsessive web, Aarohi Singh fights tooth and nail to escape his grip. But defying the city's most powerful man, a man who holds its very pulse in his hand, may prove an impossible feat. With Reyansh willing to go to any lengths to ensure she has nowhere left to run, freedom seems further away than ever. ~~~~ Note: The story is set in an Indian background, use of regional language will be provided with English translation.

The God Emperor's empire stands on the edge of ruin. The Empress is barren, and without an heir, the realm may fall. To save the throne, her servant Siora must secretly take her place in the Emperor's bed and conceive a child. If she fails, they all face death. If he discovers the truth, she will be executed. The fate of the empire now rests in her hands. Will the gods be on Siora's side and allow her to succeed? --- New updates every Tuesday

"-and then the professor said..." Amara's voice trailed off as she noticed Yakov's intense gaze. "What?" He didn't respond, his eyes darkening as he stepped closer to her. The air between them grew thick, charged with an electricity that made Amara's breath hitch. She stopped walking, her heart pounding in her chest. "Yakov?" she whispered, her voice trembling. He closed the distance between them, his hand brushing against her cheek. His touch was firm, almost possessive, and she froze. His thumb traced the curve of her lower lip, and she felt a shiver run down her spine. "You talk too much," he murmured, his voice low and rough. Before she could respond, he dipped his head and captured her lips in a kiss. It wasn't gentle or tentative-it was rough, demanding, and full of hunger. His hand slid to the back of her neck, holding her in place as he deepened the kiss. Amara gasped, her hands instinctively gripping his shirt for balance.

His fingers trailed up her arm, causing goosebumps to rise on her skin. "You look even more beautiful when you're afraid," he murmured, leaning in to press a kiss to her collarbone. Nastya gasped, the sensation both terrifying and electrifying. Nikolai's lips moved lower, brushing against the sensitive skin of her chest, just above her aching nipples. She could feel his breath hot against her skin, each inhalation sending a shiver down her spine. "Tell me," he whispered, his mouth inches from her breast, "do you want me to stop?"

A mute girl finds herself entwined with a powerful mafia billionaire who becomes dangerously obsessed with her. Despite her silence, his intense feelings compel him to pursue her relentlessly, ultimately forcing her into a marriage she never desired caging her in his world. A broken soul will be broken more by a Sinner. This Sinner who loves sinning without repenting.... ...without remorse. Join the journey of the mute with her Sinner by reading this Story. **IT'S A DARK ROMANCE STORY WILL CONTAIL 18+ SCENES, VIOLENCE, ABUSE, NON CONSENT SCENES AND SWEARINGS 🤬. I DON'T SUPPORT ANY OF THEM. SO IF Ur UNCOMFORTABLE PLEASE AVOID THIS STORY. THANKS***

When Logan Plant, a brilliant yet underprivileged young woman, earns a scholarship to the elite and secretive Blackmoor Academy, she sees a future finally within reach. But among its marble walls and ivy-clad towers, prestige hides something far more sinister. There, she meets Soren RavenShade: cold, composed, and heir to a legacy steeped in shadow; an old and powerful bloodline. He had always been untouched by the world, uninterested and detached. Yet when he saw Logan, something unexplainable begins to unravel, a pull he can't escape, and an instinct he doesn't understand. But the problem is that Logan wants nothing to do with him or the strange undercurrents that ripple beneath Blackmoor's polished surface. But as the school's darkness begins to seep in, she realizes she's become part of a game she never agreed to play.