Darklove Stories

"I'm not a man of many words... солнышко," he said softly, the Russian endearment curling off his tongue like smoke-sweet, but choking. "Come closer." She hesitated, her body trembling, tears spilling soundlessly down her cheeks. He watched her, the way fear made her small, fragile-beautiful in a broken way. She rose, slow as a confession, and walked to him because something in his smile promised shelter and tasted like a lie. He leaned in, close enough to feel his breath, and I saw the patient cruelty behind his eyes. "Now," he murmured, his voice turning colder, heavier, "tell me... what did you do to make me want to cut your leg?" The room went still, except for her quiet gasps. He tilted his head, studying her face as if searching for the moment she would break. ............................................................... Linda finally gets her big break - a visa sponsorship job at the Lincoln Foundation. She's placed with the Adams family, a kind couple who welcome her with open arms and treat her like the daughter they never had. Their home is beautiful, their hearts warm, and for the first time, Linda feels a sense of belonging. But everything changes the night of a business party hosted by Mr. Adams. There, she meets Arseny - and from that moment, her dream life slowly turns into a haunting nightmare.

They called her cursed. A danger to the world. So they caged her, broke her, and turned her into something almost human. Forgotten. Powerless. Innocent. Until he came for her. Ravyn - a dark king feared by realms, born of blood and bound by shadows - didn't believe in softness. Until he saw her. Now, he can't stop. He watches her. Touches her. Guards her like she's a treasure only he can have. She breathes, and he's obsessed. She flinches, and he wants to destroy the world for ever hurting her. She belongs to him - even if she doesn't know it yet. But the truth buried in her bloodline runs deeper than she knows. And Ravyn? He'll burn kingdoms before he lets her slip through his fingers.

"What good is that beautiful face if you can't even please your man?" 𝑭𝒐𝒓 18+ 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒔. (𝑴𝑨𝑻𝑼𝑹𝑬 𝑪𝑶𝑵𝑻𝑬𝑵𝑻) #1𝒔𝒕 𝒊𝒏 𝒅𝒂𝒓𝒌𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 #1𝒔𝒕 𝒊𝒏 𝒅𝒂𝒓𝒌𝒓𝒐𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒆 ━━❅━━ Warning: This story might contain explicit content unsuitable for younger readers. Proceed at your own risk, as this author's work is notoriously addictive, and you might develop an intense obsession with her vividly crafted characters. ... "Good girl," he murmured, his voice a silken caress as his hands continued to knead her dainty feet. "Will you pull such naughty pranks on your loving husband again?" Her eyes fluttered down in shyness, and she shook her head. She detested it when he ignored her. "I won't, husband." "Good. Now, it's time for another punishment." Her eyes widened. "W-What punishment, husband?" He said nothing, merely pulling her down and pinning her to the desk. Half her body leaned on the flat surface, her bottom provocatively arched. "This is your original punishment, darling." He would no longer restrain himself.

"You... you are my destiny... my curse... my end..." Dev's smile was cold victory. He leaned close, whispering against her ear, his breath a cruel caress. "That's it, doll. That's the truth. You're branded now. Your screams, your blood, your words - mine. Forever." The leather slipped from his hand. Arohi collapsed, trembling violently. Her back was torn, raw with lashes, She fell, her knees unable to hold her weight. Dev caught her before she hit the ground. His arms wrapped around her- not gentle, but possessive, claiming. He looked down at the broken girl in his hold, her lashes still glistening with tears. Her lips parted, her voice a shredded whisper. "No more... please... I can't..."

In a city where crime runs rampant, Ishaani Kapoor discovers that the biggest mafian organisation of the country has placed her on a no harm list. Turns out the king, or the satan, handling all of this is none other than the only boy she truly loved, Shivin Malhotra. Read on to know more. Extended description in the story.

What if Jay is actuallly from a wealthy family? What if the engagement completely changes after a while? What if Jay's family and the Watsons are connected? What if she gets engaged to someone else? What if she had a dark back story? What if she has a controlling cruel Father? What if her mother is dead? What if she has another ex-boyfriend who is actually Section e and Keifer's enemy? Will that cause more trouble for them? What if Section-e almost falls apart? Hundreds of questions plenty of answers buried somewhere deep in the ground, Jay swears to find em all out. This book contains hundreds of chapters filled with fictional unexpected twists and blood-boiling mysteries about our dear Jayfer x Section-e family-along with a sharp, bold character development for Jay. Some editional characters added by me too which also includes our dear Thyme Akira and MJ from F4 thailand. The key to unlock the answers is reading this book patiently. (Note: There might be a few important scenes from the original book but the main intresting plots twists and alot more starts after the sad scenes. So please be patient about it as I'm writing 3 books based on this which will contain hundreds of chapters) [This is a fanfiction based on the book 'Ang mutya ng Section" by ate Lara Flores/eatmore2behappy. All credits given respectively. However the fanfiction and the extra characters, extra secrets and the plot of this book is mainly made by my imagination so copying anything is strictly prohibited.]

> He was left because he was poor. > He was chosen because he was loved. Taehyung had already lost faith in love after his first marriage broke him-cheated, abandoned, and divorced for not being rich enough. Pain taught him one thing: *everyone leaves.* Jungkook was rich, powerful, and had the world at his feet. Yet the moment he saw Taehyung, he fell in love-not with his past, not with his scars, but with *him*. And for that love, Jungkook chose something unexpected. He left luxury. He left the rich world. And stayed in Taehyung's poor world-without complaints, without pride. This is not a story about money. This is a story about **choosing love over luxury**, healing after betrayal, and finding a home in someone who finally stayed. TOP TAEHYUNG BOTTOM JUNGKOOK 📌 "I update regularly, so vote me and stay with me on this journey 🤍"

"When a woman is used to getting hurt, she won't know what to do when someone starts to truly appreciate her. So, she pushes him away." - Unknown 40-word Analogy by @IAmHypnoCat "Sir... Please, if you could spare some change..." I begged the man in a suit. He stared ahead, unfaltering. He kept moving. He kept avoiding because that was the nature of a billionaire. This story wasn't born from pure imagination. It was born from a competition. It was an opportunity that lit a match in the depths of my creative despair and gave this story a pulse. That spark brought to life the tale of a girl, discarded, mistreated, and silenced. Whose only crime was being vulnerable in a world ruled by powerful men. Though fictional, this story draws strength from truths many women carry quietly. It reflects selfless love, the ache of abandonment, and the cycle of being hurt so often that you forget what care even looks like. This book is not just a narrative. It's a wound that found words. A Woman Who Struggled contains themes of past abuse, psychological trauma, and emotional violence. If any of this feels too heavy or triggering, I ask that you proceed with caution or not at all. This story was once titled The Anecdote of the Abandoned Girl. But as the words took shape, the girl became more than her abandonment. She became a woman. One who struggled, yes but one who also endured.

BOOK 3. 18+. Romance + danger in one line. You can love a monster. But only if you survive knowing how she was made. Megan must decide if love means acceptance or survival.

Inhumans Based on blood and appearances. At Glastonbury University, appearances deceive and silence hides dark secrets. A place where the failed coexist, but not everyone is willing to give up. Among shadows, unexpected alliances, and hidden desires, every step can be a trap and every truth, a sentence. Will those who arrive seeking a second chance survive, or are they doomed to lose everything? Discover what lies behind the walls of Glastonbury. Welcome to Inhumans. --------------------- Inhumanos Basado en sangre y apariencias. En Glastonbury University, las apariencias engañan y el silencio guarda oscuros secretos. Un lugar donde los fracasados conviven, pero no todos están dispuestos a rendirse. Entre sombras, alianzas inesperadas y deseos ocultos, cada paso puede ser una trampa y cada verdad, una condena. ¿Podrán sobrevivir quienes llegan buscando una segunda oportunidad o están destinados a perderlo todo? Descubre lo que se oculta detrás de los muros de Glastonbury. Bienvenido a Inhumanos.

"They thought he disappeared... but he was only becoming unstoppable." He was once a quiet Catholic boy, singing in the church choir and dreaming of a normal life with the girl he'd loved since childhood. But fate had darker melodies in store. After a mysterious fire takes his family from him, he's adopted by a mafia don who trains him into a cold-blooded killer-known in the underworld as The Shadow Hunter. Years later, he returns home, his identity hidden under the mask of a business heir, only to rekindle his love for the same girl who once sang beside him. But love isn't the only thing waiting in the shadows. With a rival mafia boss, Viper, plotting his downfall, assassins hunting him, and secrets threatening to shatter his double life, he must walk the thin line between blood and love, vengeance and vulnerability. Because in this world, where bullets fly with confessions and love is wrapped in danger... even the most beautiful songs can become deadly. Welcome to a story where the choir sings hymns by day-and hides shadows by night. A story of forbidden love, secret wars, haunting pasts, and a romance that dances between heaven and hell.

"She was his weakness. He became her destruction. Now, the game begins again." "Blood may stain his hands, but only her love can break his soul." Love was supposed to save them. Instead, it tore them apart. Klara vanished into the depths of the forest, her heart shattered by the man she once trusted more than her own life. He had hurt her, doubted her, insulted her love-and yet, no matter how far she runs, she cannot silence the memory of his touch, his voice, his presence. Alone in an abandoned house, she tells herself she can survive without him. But her heart refuses to let go. Because no matter what he did, she cannot hate him... she still loves him. Kian never meant to lose her. He never meant to break the only woman who held his world together. But rage blinded him. Anger twisted his love. Now, with Klara gone, he is left with regret, torment, and questions that consume him-is she alive, or has the ocean swallowed her forever? The truth will cut deeper than he ever imagined, for he will soon discover it was all a trap. A cruel game meant to rip his lilac away from him. With Klara lost, the ruthless mafia boss is reborn-silent, cold, merciless. But beneath the cruelty, a man still bleeds for the woman he can't forget. Two hearts divided. Two souls haunted. One love that refuses to die. When fate throws them together again, will their love heal the wounds of betrayal... or destroy them both forever?

He rules the darkness. She walked into it by accident. Riaan Thakur is danger wrapped in silence-a man feared, obeyed, and untouchable. Love has no place in his world. Control does. Meera Sharma is soft, broken, and trying to survive a life that keeps testing her strength. She never meant to cross paths with him-but once she does, there's no turning back. What begins as protection becomes obsession. What feels like safety starts to feel like a cage. He calls her babygirl like a promise and a warning. She knows loving him could destroy her- yet leaving him might be worse. Because in Riaan Thakur's world, once you're found... you're never truly free.

«چی ڕوودەدات ئەگەر ڕووخۆشیی کچێکی ١٧ ساڵانی وەک نازا، تێکەڵی تەمومژی چاوچنۆکیی پیاوێکی نەخۆش بێت؟ کاتێک پیاوێک بە هەر نرخێک بێت تەنها نازای بوێت، ئایا ئەم کچە دەتوانێت بڵێت "نا"، یان ڕازی دەبێت ژیانی خۆی بکاتە قوربانی؟»

Ariana is a simple, kind-hearted girl who always believes in goodness. Riven is a terrifying killer-feared by the entire city, with a past soaked in blood and darkness. When destiny brings them together, a completely forbidden love story begins. Between mystery, danger, and hidden secrets, Ariana slowly becomes Riven's greatest weakness. This is a story of love versus darkness, where there is only one question- can a killer truly learn how to love? When the Killer Learned to Love

In which I give plots in hope that anyone else can write it while I can't

** 1st in #Karasevda ** A Mafia Romance 𝙎𝙩𝙖𝙧𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙆𝙚𝙢𝙖𝙡 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙉𝙞𝙝𝙖𝙣 𝙛𝙧𝙤𝙢 '𝙆𝙖𝙧𝙖 𝙎𝙚𝙫𝙙𝙖'. In a city of shadows and secrets, two souls collide. A man made of power and silence. A woman made of dreams and light. When love (aşk) is forbidden and fate (kader) is cruel, some promises are whispered in the dark- and some hearts are bound forever. 𝖣𝖺𝗋𝗄 𝗌𝗎𝗂𝗍𝗌. 𝖨𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗇𝖻𝗎𝗅 𝗇𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍𝗌. 𝖦𝗎𝗇𝗌 𝗁𝗂𝖽𝖽𝖾𝗇 𝗎𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗋 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾. "𝓘𝓯 𝓵𝓸𝓿𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓲𝓼 𝓪 𝓬𝓻𝓲𝓶𝓮, 𝓘'𝓵𝓵 𝓻𝓾𝓵𝓮 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓾𝓷𝓭𝓮𝓻𝔀𝓸𝓻𝓵𝓭 𝓳𝓾𝓼𝓽 𝓽𝓸 𝓹𝓻𝓸𝓽𝓮𝓬𝓽 𝓲𝓽."

Iris, an uprising entrepreneur in the world of business, moves to a city far from her hometown. Asael, a mysterious but somehow-interesting figure, clashes with Iris' life and from that day on forward, only new surprises were to unfold in their story as time progressed but only one of them were certain of it.

Trigger Warning: This is not a love story built on softness. He is an American mafia boss who controls the city with fear and blood. She is the nurse to care of his grandmother for her aunt-young, vulnerable, and standing in the wrong house at the wrong time. She was never meant to matter. She was never meant to be noticed. But once he sees her, he decides she belongs to him. His desire is possessive. His protection is suffocating. His love is dangerous. He watches her. Controls her. Keeps her close under the excuse of safety-because in his world, leaving is not an option. This story contains obsession, manipulation, moral darkness, and a romance that blurs the line between protection and ownership. He doesn't save her. He claims her. Read at your own risk.⚠️🖤

--- In Ranchi, Jharkhand, seventeen-year-old Ishaan grows up in motion, his childhood shaped by constant travel across India due to his mother's specialised work. That fragile balance shatters three years ago when illness enters their lives, forcing Ishaan into early adulthood-managing caregiving responsibilities alongside his father while preparing for his 10th board examinations. Their search for treatment brings them to Vellore, a city of hospitals and quiet endurance. Ishaan spends his days tracking schedules and medications, becoming almost invisible in the background of sterile corridors. One evening, exhausted, he wanders into the hospital garden and helps a frail elderly man who nearly collapses-walking him back to his room, unaware he has crossed into a restricted, closely guarded wing of the hospital. A week later, lost in his mother's treatment charts, Ishaan collides with a boy in the corridor-someone who is sharp-eyed and unmistakably out of place. The encounter is brief. It should have ended there. It doesn't. The boy, Vihaan, begins appearing with unsettling persistence, calling Ishaan "Chaand," a name that feels far too intimate. Ishaan tries to ignore him, but Vihaan's presence is constant-protected by privilege, power, and an unsettling certainty that he belongs wherever Ishaan is. This is a story of duty and exhaustion, where care turns into fixation, attention into possession, and escape becomes increasingly difficult the longer Ishaan pretends nothing is wrong. --- It will be updated every ✨️MONDAY ✨️ 😉👍