𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐓𝐰𝐨 𝐨𝐟 ✧ 𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐒𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐷𝑎𝑟𝑘 𝑅𝑜𝑚𝑎𝑛𝑐𝑒 𝑵𝒊𝒌𝒊𝒕𝒂 𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒖𝒉𝒂𝒏 ⟡ My life was good until my sister ran away from this marriage. Everything collapsed. My dream, my happiness, my family, my life. My life never gets tired of surprising me. I thought I was the only one being replaced, but life surprised me when my groom was also replaced. But it's not a coincidence. He is the one who replaced him as a groom. 𝑽𝒊𝒄𝒕𝒐𝒓 𝑴𝒐𝒓𝒐𝒛𝒐𝒗 ⟡ As I pulled the trigger, I saw those blue eyes, wide with fear, and I felt nothing. No pity, no remorse. Just the satisfaction of knowing she couldn't hide from me. I will cage her by my side, not with love or kindness, but with chains forged from fear and control. She will stay not because she wishes to, but because I will strip her of the freedom to leave, ensuring her every step and breath is mine to command. ── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

She lost everything in a single night - her home, her family, and the freedom to choose. Now she's trapped in the arms of the man who should've let her burn... but didn't. He saved her not out of mercy - but obsession. And he's not done claiming what's his.

It's a world ruled by men, but not any man mind you, vampires. All the men in this world are vampires, while the woman are human. And no, it's not turn a woman into a vampire thing. The woman stay human, but their children do not. The boys turn into vampires, while the females stay human, but this time, something happens. During sex, the vampire males bite the females, as they conceive a child, the males will receive the v gene, while the females do not. But one female does receive it, an she becomes the most powerful vampire of all, even more powerful than the king of vampires, and the queen of humans. Shall we see what happens?

Born in the hell hole of Space Port 69, Rue's a human Omega desperate to leave the alien whore house she calls home. Defying all odds, she masquerades as an Alpha and obtains a scholarship to the Ivy League of all space institutions. HAKON University is an all-male school that trains the cream of the crop-future leaders of the galaxies. Rue's just here to graduate, pretend to have a dick and then flee into the workforce, that is until the legendary Seirios pack sets their eyes on her. They're the future emperors-aliens with godlike abilities that make them rulers of their species. But with excessive power comes the price of testosterone-fuelled insanity that cannot be soothed. An esper will always need his guide. They've been searching for a final member to quell their raging soul- an eighth to complete their pack. Millions have tried for a taste of the peak, but none have succeeded, and thousands die from their power unable to withstand the bond. Seirios doesn't chase their prey, they don't have to, but this time the seven Alphas want Rue.

***TRIGGER WARNING!***This entire book is a trigger warning I am not going to label which chapters are what. Just know this will contain S/A scenes and the suggestion of r*pe. I do not care to hear your opinion on the way that portion is written, if any scenarios like that make you uncomfortable then this is not the book for you. She was sent as a tracker with a military group to recover stolen tech. She didn't expect to be hunted. Jade was used to being alone-until the mission dropped her into a jungle thick with secrets and men who didn't expect her to last a week. But something else is watching her. Not one of them. Sol'drex is no man. He's a predator born in bone and blood, a silent force from beyond the stars. And he's chosen her. She becomes his obsession. His prey. And maybe... something more. But the line between hunter and lover was never meant to be safe. In this jungle, devotion is savage, and surrender might be the only way out alive.

Serenity Davidson has no time for strays. She's too busy running Greensboro's best soul food catering business and keeping her mama happy. But when they find a starving, half-dead man collapsed on their front porch, Serenity does what she does best: she feeds him. He says his name is Kevin. He says he's an unemployed factory worker with "bad asthma." He is lying. He is Lorenzo Moretti, the ruthless Don of the Sicilian Mafia, battered and hiding in plain sight. He intended to heal, exact his revenge, and disappear. But after weeks of Serenity's pot roast, her warm bed, and her bossy attitude, Lorenzo realizes he has a new addiction. He's not just going to take back his empire. He's taking the cook with him.

⚠️ 18+ | Trigger Warning: Abuse, Violence, Dark Romance, Mental Trauma, Non-consensual Themes. Read at your own risk. This story is not for the soft-hearted. --- She thought her demons died with her past. She was wrong. They were just waiting at the altar. --- Inaaya was just another forgotten girl with a haunted past - until he arrived. Not her savior. Not her lover. A mafia heir with blood on his hands and marriage in his father's mind. He didn't ask her to marry him. He didn't beg. He just said one line: "You're mine now - body, name, and silence." From that moment, she was no longer free. Now, she's locked in a world of cold threats and colder touches, where secrets burn deeper than bruises, and kisses taste like punishment. Her trauma was never over. It was just the warm-up. --- Because Zeher was the pain that raised her. Amrit is the poison she'll become. And love? Love doesn't live in this story. Obsession does. --- 🔥 If you're looking for butterflies, skip this one. But if you're ready for bruised hearts, twisted vows, and a girl who learns to set fire instead of crying - Welcome to ZEHERAMRIT. --- 🖤 #DarkRomance #18PlusOnly #MafiaMarriage #BrokenButDangerous #TraumaLoveObsession #WattpadIndiaOriginal #HerSilenceHisObsession#darkromance #mafiaromance #arrangedmarriage #obsessivelove #traumarecovery #possessivehero #damagedheroine #forbiddenfeelings #desistories #indiangirl #intenseconnection #healingthroughpain #brokenbutbeautiful #twistedromance #emotionalrollercoaster #hurtcomfort #darkpast #romanticthriller #triggerwarnings #wattpadindia #trendingromance #toxiclove #dangerouslove #zeheramrit #chaotichearts

They handed her to me in a silk dress and diamond collar. The spoiled Sokolov princess. The executioner's daughter. My wife. Kira Sokolov dances in chaos like it's a language she invented- spinning through Paris in stilettos, kissing danger with blood-red lips, dragging her demons behind her like a designer coat. She was meant to be my obligation. A Bratva arrangement sealed in blood and silence. I never wanted a wife. Especially not one with wild eyes, bipolar swings, and a mouth that lives to drive me insane. But now she's mine. My problem. My obsession. And when she falls apart in my arms- with whispers to ghosts and bruised apologies- I'll burn kingdoms to keep her breathing. Because no one touches what belongs to Ivan Smirnov. Not the bratva. Not her past. Not even her own madness. She was born royalty. But she'll die as something else. Mine.

Anastasia I've been on the run for eight years, always looking over my shoulder, always waiting for the past to catch up with me. It wasn't just Aleksandr I left behind, it was the suffocating world of the Volkov Bratva, where loyalty is synonymous with chains and love is just another weapon. I thought I could escape, that the new life I'd built in the shadows would protect me. But when I saw him across the room, the air seemed to vanish. Aleksandr Volkov. Older, sharper, more dangerous than I remembered. His eyes burned at me, and I knew it wasn't forgiveness he sought. He wants revenge. And I know Aleksandr well enough to understand one thing: he doesn't let go of what's his. Aleksandr She thinks she can hide from me. She thinks eight years will be enough to erase what she's done to me, to my family. Anastasia. My sweet, defiant зайка. She was mine since my father brought her into our home, and she'll be mine until I die. But she ran away, leaving me with nothing but betrayal and the relentless need to find her again. Now I have her, my little foster sister. As soon as I saw her, all the reasons I had to hate her dissolved into an overwhelming truth: I need her back. Not just to punish her for leaving, but to remind her where she belongs. She can fight me, resist me, but it won't matter. Anastasia has always been mine. And this time, I won't let her go. Triggers Warnings : - use of weapons (guns, knives...) - abuse - sex content - killing - violence - CNC This story is not for everyone, but for an informed audience. Please use caution, as this is sensitive and potentially disturbing content.

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