⚠️ 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

"You don't belong here. If you don't get your fucking weirdo ass out, I will personally drag you out of here my goddamn self. I don't give a single fuck about what my mom said, I fuck with a certain type of people and your embarrassing ass ain't one of them. I ain't invite you, so get the fuck on." I felt my heart tug at his words, for some reason. Not knowing what else to do, I slapped him hard across the face. The sound vibrated across the room, and suddenly all attention was on us. People gasped with 'ohhhhs' and 'oooh's' in shock. Cameras began flashing. I grabbed Zion by the collar of his shirt and brung him down to my height. "You don't get to fucking talk to me that way. Not after how you did me and our friendship, you piece of shit. Fuck your graduation, I hope you break your fucking leg! Get that basketball scholarship took real quick!" I screamed it loud enough for everyone to hear. I grabbed my purse and Novalie - practically dragging us out of there. I could hear the sounds of people snickering. Whether it was at me or at Zion, I didn't care. It didn't change the embarrassment and hot tears that were stinging my eyes. ... Kameron Alvarez liveꜱ in the ꜱmall, urban town of Cliffmark- and it iꜱn't for the weak. Same high ꜱchool, ꜱame college, ꜱame people, ꜱame drama, ꜱame problemꜱ. And worꜱt of all, ꜱame enemieꜱ. As Kameron learnꜱ to navigate through her college experience, ꜱhe alꜱo learnꜱ of information regarding her childhood friend turned enemy, Zion Solace. How ꜱhe uꜱeꜱ it may break the relationships of some around her. To her surprise, it will make her and Zion's. But only if their ego's let them.

She walks in like the epitome of black girl luxury, but pain follows her. She covers it with bust-down jewelry and white roses. He's quiet, but his presence is loud in itself. Everyone knows him, but she sees right past him. She's confident, but he's more confident. She's fierce, but he makes her cower. Passionate. SADITIFIED.

The beautiful hopeless romantic Sarai (Sah-rye) Shaw is over the moon about her upcoming nuptials to the man of her dreams. She has an unpleasant encounter with a ruthless biker gang, Hell's Monarch. Shane Ross is the merciless leader who always takes what he wants. Unfortunately for Sarai...Shane wanting her brings more trouble than expected.

I walk backwards with Silva slowly stalking towards me with a crazed look on his face. He had his shirt unbuttoned and his hair damp from sweating. "Why are you here?" I ask him calmly trying not to show that I am scared, he chuckles darkly rubbing his hands through his hair something he did when he was upset. "What do you mean? I just came to bring my girl home; you still are my girl, right?" "I never said I wasn't. But you're acting insane right now." I tell him. Sweat formed with from the fear of what is to come. "I'm insane? You're the one with the knife in your hand not me! Look what you did to me!" I don't even look at his torso already aware of its damage. "Look what you did to me! What did you expect me to do Silva?! I don't want to hurt you anymore but I fucking will if you keep pushing me!" I was screaming on the top of my lungs waving the knife like a mad women. "Be a good girl and use it on me like you want." I wipe my endless tears shaking my head. "Come on Nastasia do it!" I scream as I watch him lunge at me, on instinct I swing the knife slicing into his arm. I gasp instantly dropping it and we both stand still as his blood drips . We stood in silence until he silently began laughing, I watch him touch his arm to feel the blood in his hands. "That's it Stasi let's play." He takes shirt completely off before coming at me again.

The dead typically want one of two things. Ghosts crave conversation. Spirits seek pain. My name is Bria, and I've been able to interact with the dead for as long as I can remember. Communicating with the deceased might sound like a cool gift, but let me assure you, it's not. Ghosts don't shut up, and not all specters are friendly. In fact, most of them are dangerous. Pretending the paranormal doesn't exist is far easier than talking to the shadows, so I've been avoiding the dead for years. Past experiences have led me to avoid the living too. And for a long time, I've successfully kept my distance. Until a single ghost encounter in the library ruins everything. Now a couple of my classmates know my secret. But as it turns out, they have a deadly secret of their own. Time to talk to the shadows again. _______________ This story contains profanity and violence. [ONC 2021 Shortlister]

The world had gone to hell long ago, taken over by the vampire race. In order to keep some sort of peace in our land, the Vampire Lords made a consecutive agreement. The rich and powerful humans could survive just as they had been, untouched by the vampires save for the occasional blood collections, or so they thought In reality, we were all under their control. Castles spread out throughout our land, one landing in each city. Each castle varied in the number of vampires residing there, but all of them carried a Lord. The Lords were the ones in charge in every city, whether we liked it or not. The vampires often roam through the city, making sure that everyone was in order and no one stepped out of line. If you stepped out of line, you died, end of story. Even if the rich were still under their control, their lives were still better than the poor. The poorest lives held a much worse fate. The men were to be put to work as slaves, whether that meant serving a specific vampire, or just building their castles, they were slaves. The women were to be pets. Pets were the lowest rank you could have. They were forced into cages that were too small to stand in with collars around their necks. They spent their lives in pet shops, just waiting for the dreadful day that they'll be bought. They were treated like animals, trained into what their master wanted, and punished if they misbehaved. Those who were lucky enough to live through that, we're to be slaughtered for their blood at age twenty-five in an act to make sure that our population would stay steady. I was born into this world. Born into this world full of blood-sucking monsters. Except, I was one of the lucky ones. Was. It all ended for me when I was 12, when I was taken away from the last bit of hope and family that I had left. Ever since then, I've lived in a cage, just rotting away, waiting, dreading for the day that some monster would make me his. This is my life. I am a pet. ~~~ Cover by: @mshacake

"ᴄᴀɴ ᴊᴇɴɴᴀ ᴍɪᴅᴏᴡ ᴄᴏᴍᴇ ʙᴀᴄᴋ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ᴛʜɪꜱ? ᴏʀ ꜱʜᴏᴜʟᴅ ꜱʜᴇ ʜᴀɴɢ ᴜᴘ ʜᴇʀ ꜱɴᴇᴀᴋᴇʀꜱ- ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ꜱʜᴇ ᴇᴠᴇɴ ʙᴇ ᴠᴀʟᴜᴀʙʟᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴜᴄᴏɴɴ? ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ ꜱʜᴇ ꜱɪɴᴋ ᴜᴄᴏɴɴ ʟɪᴋᴇ ꜱʜᴇ ᴅɪᴅ ᴄʟᴀʀᴋ-"

Ava Carter was a 17 year old orphan. She was a member of the Crystal Blue Pack. She was the punching bag in her pack, as people usually walked all over her, literally. She was the weakling, the outcast, the loner who no one ever bothered to get to know. Until the night of her birthday when she overheard a conversation that left her with no other decision but to leave and never look back. She had never been outside the pack territory, so she had no idea what was lurking in the woods. She ran into the most handsome man that she had ever seen in her entire life and he uttered one word, four letters that changed her life forever. "Mine" Jayden King was the alpha of the North Pack. He was the most feared alpha and was often times referred to as the alpha of all alphas. No one who trespassed on his land, ever lived long enough to tell the tale. He was a very cold and heartless man. Until the night he ran into someone he had long ago lost hope of finding. Now he has her and instead of being the mate that she had always hoped for, he ignores her. _______________________________________________ Highest Rankings: #1 in rogue- 28/10/20 #1 in mates- 25/10/20 #1 in claim- 06/11/20 #1 in alpha- 10/11/20 #1 in broken- 18/11/20 #1 in trespassing- 25/11/20 #1 in powers- 26/11/20 #1 in beta- 06/01/21 #1 in healer- 15/01/21 #1 in pack- 26/01/21 #1 in wolfpack- 10/02/21 #1 in wolves- 13/03/21 #1 in luna- 18/03/21 #1 in matebond- 24/11/21 #2 in werewolf- 24/11/20 #2 in rebel- 03/01/21

Rifton Girls' High School is the most elite all-girls school in the city. With a strict scholarship-only admission, a grand school campus and plentiful funding from its wealthy alumni, it is no doubt that the already-talented young ladies within its halls will develop further into future leaders. Unfortunately for some of them, one outcast concealed in the shadows will soon ruin their plans when she tears apart the facades of select students in the name of revenge. From the perspective of a troubled teenage mind, a story of merciless revenge unfolds - and all MASKED GIRLS will be exposed. ❝DO NOT UNDERESTIMATE THE POWER OF THE PAWN.❞ © 2018 maskedst. All Rights Reserved. ACHIEVEMENTS | #2 in #thriller, zodiac awards honorable mention, the teen fiction awards 2018 finalist, added to 'bright young minds' reading list on @mystery.