⸻❀❦❀⸻ **𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝑀𝒶𝒻𝒾𝒶 𝒟𝑜𝓃'𝓈 𝐵𝒶𝓁𝓁𝑒𝓇𝒾𝓃𝒶** ⸻❀❦❀⸻ She was "perfection"*-an ethereal ballerina, "blind yet breathtaking, fragile yet untouchable." A delicate doll crafted for the stage, never meant for the hands of men. But "Damian Romanov was never just a man." He had always watched her-not with admiration, but with "obsession." A dark, merciless desire that saw her not as a dream, but as something to "own, to break, to ruin." She was "his" to shatter, "his" to collect when there was nothing left but "silent screams and trembling hand." At times, she was "beyond repair" yet she knew-no one would take her from him. Not her father, the Capo who lived only to serve him. Not his fiancée, Not even his own father, the man who once ruled before him-because no one stood in Damian Romanov's way. Once, her "cage was golden." Now, it was "platinum-stronger, colder, inescapable." ⸻❀❦❀⸻ **𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝑀𝒶𝒻𝒾𝒶 𝒟𝑜𝓃'𝓈 𝒞𝒶𝑔𝑒** ⸻❀❦❀⸻ ⚠️ 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆: 𝐓𝐑𝐔𝐄 𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐊 𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄 ⚠️ This is not a fairytale-it's obsession, ruin, and submission. A world where love is a weapon and pleasure bleeds into pain. #ExplicitSmut #BDSM #NonCon #DubCon #Violence #Bloodshed #MafiaBrutality #PowerImbalance #Possession #Captivity

"It's funny how a small, foolish belief can either bloom into something that brightens your life... or destroy it entirely. That's exactly what happened to me- the boy who everyone looked at as if he were bad luck, a curse, a sin that should've never existed in this already damned world. But what happens when you start believing it yourself? When you're forced to witness the terrifying sight of a corpse in the pitch- black darkness? It didn't end there. Because of that so-called bad luck... I met you. You became my bad luck. You became my eternal curse. ⚠️Content warning: This story explores dark and sensitive themes. Please note that these elements do not reflect my personal beliefs or values, and nothing here is meant to romanticise toxic or harmful behaviour. If such topics make you uncomfortable, I sincerely recommend not reading it. And also, This is my very first book, and English is not my first language. There might be some grammar or spelling mistakes here and there, so if you notice anything feel free to let me know! I'd be more than happy to fix them and improve. 💕 Thank you for giving this story a chance - your support means the world to me! ✨ New chapter every Saturday🫶🏼

She is just a girl who wants a life where no pain exists but life has another one planned for her. Afsana Bansal was getting married with Isharth Purohit but on the wedding day he was gone. She married her elder brother Dhritaansh Purohit who was mysterious , toxic and rich. She had no idea that her destiny and she was her self claimed by a devil. ---------- Afsana took a deep breath and said, "Can I join college again? Just a month before the wedding, Papa had stopped me from going, but now can I-" She was about to say more when suddenly a soft cry escaped her lips. She immediately looked at her hand. Dhritansh's grip on it had become much stronger than before. He was looking at her without any expression. Afsana quickly looked at him and said, "Dhritansh ji, what are you doing? It's hurting me." Dhritansh replied in the same tone, "What were you saying?" Afsana wasn't even focused on speaking anymore. She kept looking at her hand, trying to free it. Finally, she shouted, "Dhritansh ji, stop it!" Dhritansh seemed to snap out of it all of a sudden. He looked at her hand and said, "I'm sorry, Gulabo. I'm really sorry." Saying that, he gently kissed her palm and looked back at her face. Afsana stared at him in surprise. Dhritansh placed his hand on her cheek and asked, "Did it hurt too much?" -----------

Sunaina sits behind the bushes and can see all of them clearly Shivansh Jadeja, her husband. They all are trying to find her along with their dozen of bodyguards who are armed with guns. "Meri Jaan, Why do you always disobey me. Why couldn't you stay at home when I told you to stay put and wait for me in our room." Shivansh says while unbuttons few buttons of his shirt and his chest came into view. He then rolls his shirt to his elbow and says very loudly. "Look Jaan come out right now and I promise we can talk about this clearly and maybe I'll soften your punishment a little. Don't make me come get you. Because if I do-" A pause. A hard smile. "you won't like the version of me, that reaches you." She covers her mouth with her hands to not make any noise and tries to hold her hiccups as tears keep flowing down her cheeks. Then suddenly, she hears a step on branch near her and she panicks instantly as she realizes he's coming near her. She then carefully throws a rock in the opposite direction to distract him and buy off some time. And as she does so, she hurriedly dashes forward and soon she's tackled on the ground by none other her husband. He then grabs her arm and makes her stand and starts to walk forward to where everyone else is standing. "L-Leave me, leave me right now,I don't want to live with you anymore." Shivansh chuckled and then replied chillingly-"You don't seem to grasp the situation meri jaan . My patience is limited and trust me you don't wanna test it right now" " I-I-I'll d-divorce you"she sayd fearfully. Within a second, Shivansh captures her lips in a rough kiss and starts chewing her lips and draws blood, Sunaina tries to free herself but to no avail as her arms are captured in a tight grip by Shivansh. Suddenly he leaves her arms abruptly and she looses her balance and falls on the ground and looks up and sees a very angry Shivansh. "You can hate me all you want, but I won't let you leave me".

The story is set in ummm.. Wait, this time it's the modern world. A normal girl forced to marry a mafia man with dark past. Very basic, right? Just one detail. The girl is an avid dark romance reader and calls him Sunshine from their first meeting i.e. their wedding day. Oh! And the man? He is the usual grumpy cold blooded male lead who likes his guns, sunglasses and cigarettes but he loves his new addiction more. So let the tale begin.. ☆Warning :This story is completely fictional and based upon my imagination. It contains mature themes (like sex, blood, violence etc). I do not promote anything, it's all fictitious and just for the sake of entertainment. Readers discretion is advised.

They say history never forgets. It makes sure to deliver karma, to bring justice to everyone. One day. Some stories don't end. They wait. They bury themselves in silence, in walls, in places, only to return when time decides it is right. This is one such story. It begins with a man surrounded by darkness, living within the cold, guarded walls of an old mansion that has held secrets for decades. A place where silence speaks louder than words, and where the past has never truly left. His world is distant, untouched, and wrapped in a mystery no one has been able to unravel. And then, there is her. A girl from the small village of Varanasi a city of faith, purity, and devotion. Her life is simple, filled with warmth and only goodness. Two different lives. Two completely separate worlds. Yet, as fate begins to weave its unseen threads, the distance between them slowly fades. It's their fate. What follows is not just a meeting of two people, but the awakening of a past that was long buried. The mansion, once silent, begins to stir again, as if remembering something it was never meant to forget. Because this is not the first time a story like this has begun. It had already begun years ago. And perhaps, this time, history has returned not just to remind, but to complete what was once left unfinished. She was his. She was the Devil's Soulmate.

She was on the run from the devil that was loved by all. The obsession of the country's biggest superstar that ruined the life of an ordinary girl. #1 in #superstar - 19/07/2023 BE WARNED - This book has abusive content and is not suitable for young audiences. Do not read if you are under 18

(Part 2 of BlackHeart) The continuation of Mia and Domani's story after Dom walks out on her in Paris, unable to wait. Will the two find their way back to each other or is the damage done for good? (This storyline touches on trauma cycles and PTSD. It's not just a toxic story for toxic's sake. Over the series these matters will be addressed. As in real life, things get worse before they get better. Fair warning)

the story is about 2 different men, one is poor and all that matters to him is his dignity, the other is a dominant, rich guy, and everyone is afraid of him, the two guys met mysteriously and they fell in love in their way, the rich guy is possessive jealous and semi, the other guy is submissive or becomes submissive after meeting the rich guy, this story is about gay BDSM relationship, there could be some shocking, sexual kinky content. If you are under the age of 21 then please go watch some cartoons instead.