In a world where power is everything, the Shekhawat men rule from the shadows-ruthless, untouchable, and hidden behind the façade of billion-dollar empires. Their secrets are buried deep, their sins masked behind tailored suits and cold stares. No one dares to cross them. Until they do. Yashika, Meher, Trisha, and Tanishka-four women bound to the Shekhawat brothers by fate, deception, and secrets too dangerous to unveil. Each step they take, each vow they make, pulls them deeper into a world where love is a weapon and loyalty is a curse. Yashika fights against a marriage that was never meant to be hers. Meher walks a thin line between silence and rebellion. Trisha plays a game even she isn't sure she can win. Tanishka, the wildcard, is the one threat they never saw coming. But in a world where betrayal is inevitable and love is a dangerous illusion-who will survive, and who will burn?

(Book 2) Sequel of Abused Angel (STANDALONE) . . . Angelina D'angelo, a shy, sweet kind-hearted girl. Always ready to help others. Loves her parents and brothers. Hopes that her husband will cherish her just like her father loves her mother. . . . Sergei Petrov, a dominating man. Capo of Russian mafia. Doesn't believe in god. He is very possessive of his things. He snatches whatever he likes by hook or by crook. Doesn't believe in love until angel caught his eye. . . . What you can expect: Possessive/Protective ML🔥 ML only softens towards FL🔥 Arranged marriage of ML and FL🔥 No cheating!!!🔥 Touch her and die🔥

"She married a man born of bullets and betrayal. And he claimed a bride who bleeds innocence like sin." Shanaya Gupta was the kind of girl men prayed for but devils hunted. Too sweet for the world she was forced into, too soft for the bed of a man who only knew how to ruin. Ishaan Singhania doesn't love. He possesses. And when he ripped her from the altar of a man unworthy of her skin, he didn't ask-he took. A forced wedding. A blood-stained sindoor. Now she sleeps beside the devil himself, unaware she married the reason the world burns. She's terrified of the dark. But he is the dark. And he doesn't care if she trembles when he touches her... as long as she never stops looking at him like he isn't a monster. But monsters get greedy. And when the sweetness he meant to destroy starts healing the hollow inside him, he begins to crave her. Protect her. Own her. Even if it means burning down everything-including her. She was supposed to be his weakness. Instead, she became his favorite sin. But when secrets bleed and scars resurfaces, when innocence meets obsession- what happens when the monster doesn't want to let his sunshine go? Enemies in a wedding bed. strangers tangles in fate. and a love so dark, it devours them both. A brutal, filthy, and painfully intimate descent into love, obsession, and the kind of darkness that doesn't ask for permission-it devours. This isn't a love story. This is a war. And she's both the prize and the battlefield.

"I will touch you, kiss you and fuck you... whenever and wherever I want... Because I own you, my butterfly" "Soon you will crave and beg for my touch and Abhiraaj Raghuwanshi will make sure of this..." Shravya Mehra.... A sweet and kind girl who knew nothing more than love and affection. She was a happy girl living in her own bubble until he came in her life.. Abhiraaj Raghuwanshi... The prince of Bikaner... A cold, cruel and heartless mafia whom everybody feared. He trapped her and caged her in his cage of obsession. Mature warning⚠️.... 18+ content... Story will contain lots of violence and triggering scene, rapes.... If you feel uncomfortable with this, kindly don't read... No English translation... Only hindi.... #1 on King 27/10/2025

When timid, sheltered Judy starts working at a quaint little bakery in New York City, she never expects her world to collide with Valentino-an infamously powerful, dangerously dominant mob boss who practically owns all of New York...including her heart. He's possessive, ruthless, and worships her like a goddess behind closed doors-teasing, training, and taming her body and soul. But beneath the bondage, collars, and whispered commands, lies a love so fierce, it threatens to consume them both. WARNING: This is a dark romance! --- You really are untouched in every way, aren't you?" Valentino murmured, voice low and wicked. Judy's breath hitched, cheeks burning as he leaned closer, his scent, his heat, his presence overwhelming. "I'm going to ruin you with the world, piccolina," he whispered against her ear. "One place at a time." Her thighs pressed together instinctively. "I'll take you to Paris and make you come while the city lights flicker behind you. To Rome, to Greece-bend you over balconies, fuck you into silk sheets... until you forget what it's like to be untouched." His hand slid under the table, fingers grazing her thigh. "You feel that?" His voice dropped, pure sin. "That's what it feels like when a real man worships you." She whimpered, body arching with need. "I'll teach you how to beg... how to break... how to fall apart from just my voice."

She walked in like a whisper-small, soft, unaware. Too naive to sense the predator watching her from the shadows. Too fragile to survive what he had planned. Ayesha Singh thought college would be her fresh start. A chance to build a future, to make her parents proud. She didn't know that from the moment her eyes met his, her future was no longer hers. Vivaan Malhotra didn't believe in fate. He believed in control. In power. In watching the light drain slowly from something pure. And she was so pure. He didn't want her love. He wanted to ruin her. To bend her until she broke. And when she did-he'd make sure he was the only one left to pick up the shattered pieces. Because once Vivaan chose a target... He never missed. And now-she was his.

" I can't ... I can't stay away from you jaan" He pressed the photo to his chest, "You think I will give up? That I will forget you?"His voice dropped to a dark whisper "No, Tara. You are not something I can lose." He kissed the photo's surface his lips trembling. "You do not get to decide for both of us. You are mine. Tum meri thi, hao .. aur rahogi." (You were mine, you are mine... and you'll always be mine.) He threw back the last of the alcohol, the bottle clinking against the wall and shattering into a thousand pieces. . . Story of dev and tara

"You *thrust* are* thrust* my *thrust* woman," he growled, his voice dripping with possessiveness as he thrust deeper, each movement making me cry out in both pain and desire. I was beyond exhausted, my body aching from hours of relentless passion. "Adrian, please... stop," I begged, my voice barely audible, my eyes squeezed shut. The exhaustion was overwhelming; I could barely feel my legs anymore, my body on the brink of collapse. But his response was cold, unwavering. "Sleep, ocean. I won't stop tonight." And with that, everything went black. ............................................ He pinned me to the wall, his grip unforgiving, making me gasp in pain. His eyes were bloodshot with rage, and for a moment, I wasn't scared of him-just terrified of what he might do to Luciano. "If you ever mention his name in front of me again, I swear, wildcat, I'll tear him apart with my bare hands," he snarled, his voice sending a chill down my spine. His words hung in the air, the threat lingering like a dark storm. "You are mine. Your body. Your soul. Your heart, too," he growled, his hands moving to unhook the only thing that separated us-my bra. "No protests today," he warned, his voice thick with determination. "I'll take you by hook or by crook." And before I could react, he tossed me onto the bed. ...............

dark romance" (18+) " "It's fucking driving me insane thinking that my seed are growing inside you." ______________________ A man shrouded in mystery, Vrishabh is powerful, dengerous, and impossible to read. The city trembled at the mention of his name. Vrishabh Singh, the enigmatic and feared businessman, and a mafia boss, whose empire was built on shadows and secrets. Avani a nive young woman , with innocence and purity in her heart. Avani lives a simple life with her mother, finding happiness in the small moments. She doesn't need riches, only a steady job to support them both. Her heart longs for peace and a life free from excess. For her, true joy lies in contentment, not in chasing wealth. Then everything fell apart. A contract. A marriage. And a man who felt less human and more like a shadow .A contract heavy with conditions. When Avani's innocence collides with Vrishabh's dark obsession, her peaceful world unravels. A manipulator consumed by his need to possess her, he craves her purity with a hunger he can't control. Vrishabh is determined Avani will be his, no matter the cost. This book contains:- - Mature content - Vulgar language

Eshaani × Viraj A person who makes people bow to him. Aggression is his passion and anger is in his blood. Ruthless and destructive force named VIRAJ THAKUR; enough to make people shiver and soul leave their body...but there is someone Joined hand, knees against the ground. A girl who is begging for her life. "Tumne mujse mera sab chin liya, abh mere pass bass mera naam bacha hai. Use mat chino pleasee! Main tumse haath jodkar keh rhi hun" (You have snatched everything away from me, all I have left is my name. Please don't snatch it from me, I beg you.) And within a second she was pressed against his chest with an imposing force, looking at her feet she realised SHE MESSED UP. With his index finger he raised her chin high enough to make her fearful eyes meet his raging eyes that had a hint of guilt but he brushed it away... "Princess, don't ever beg infront of anyone. Until and unless you are laying under me-with heavy breaths, sweaty body, and every inch of your fragile body being worshipped by me as you are crying and begging for more but I won't stop until I consume your whole self" he said with low and erotic voice which was hard to resist. She was shocked, feeling disgust in his arms, she struggle to free herself from his grip but it was just getting stronger. He was tightening his grip against her with every passing second. He was so close to her, her breath was getting mixed with his whiskey breath and his eyes travelling from her eyes to lips and to neck and stopped at the mole on her neck which was turning him on. Unknowingly his free hand travelled to her face caressing her cheekbone and slowly travelled to her neck making her feel electricity in her whole body... and soon stopped at her mole "Can I ?" Eshaani had every happiness one could hope for but she was still unhappy. But her plain life turned upside down when she caught the eye of Viraj. Will they make their way to the end or his obsession ends her in a dead trap?