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In a future of surveillance and control a student's quiet life unravels when she saves a wounded soldier in the woods and protects herself with a single lie. That moment sparks an obsession she doesn't see coming as the cold, calculating commander slowly becomes fixated on the girl. As his watch tightens around her, she builds a fragile shield of half-truths to protect her family and hide her ties to the resistance. But each lie cuts deeper and she must soon decide how far she can bend the truth before they become the bars of her own cage. ~ She cut hard into a narrow passage, shoulder grazing chipped brick, the scrape leaving a chalky smear on her sleeve. The air was stale here, smelling of damp mortar and the sour tang of rain trapped in stone. A thin blade of streetlight knifed through the end of the lane, pale gold against the black, and she fixed on it. Her pulse drove hard enough to thrum in her teeth, rattling through her skull with each step. Then the sound split the night. A Highmarch car came in sideways, metal shrieking as its tir tore across the cobbles. It slid into place, cutting the passage at the throat like a final punctuation mark. Update schedule: Mar 21, Apr 25, May 30, Jul 4, Aug 8, Sep 12, Oct 17, Nov 21 .

this novel is for 18+ audience so as long as ur above 18 your welcome to this story if not try other novels and wait your turn. this novels about💥💥💥 dark romance, possessive, mysterious, and forced love...!! here's a little something for you to understand better: with unstable breath I run through the damp dark hallway only to end up in his grasp. "where to in such a hurry kitty?" he ask in a husky low voice almost seductive "l-let go of me!! I am not one of your fu***** possessions!!" he smirks as he lands a soft peck on my lips "you are kitty, from the very moment I saw you you were mine to claim and finally today I get to ruin you all I want" "your fu***** disgusting" I growl in response I could see he wasn't happy hearing that "use another bad word and you will be screaming my name for a whole week" shivers go down my spine. tears pool in my eyes as regret and pain fill me entirely. author: hmm like what your reading there's more waiting 😈 so stay tuned

For two years now, Zaira has lived under their roof. Not as a burden, not out of obligation. But as family. Her parents trust them, they adore her. She comes from another city to Mumbai for her education, welcomed with warmth, care, and affection into a wealthy household that treats her like their own. All except him. Aarvik Singhania barely speaks to her, barely acknowledges her presence. And when his eyes do find her, they are cold with something that looks dangerously close to anger. She is afraid of him, he rarely speak except it's important and that is what scare most people...his silence, the way he watches without looking and the way the room feels heavier when he's near. What Zaira doesn't know is that his detest is a lie.

"P-p-please.." My voice was a jagged, stuttering mess. I frantically clawed at the basement floor, trying to scramble backward, but my limbs were shaking too violently to find traction. Tears cut through the dirt on my face as I stared up at his towering silhouette. "I-I-I'm sorry... I-I p-promise, ! D-don't do this, p-p-please!" Adrien stood completely unhurried, his sapphire eyes dead and hollow. His violence wasn't a fit of rage; it was a cold, calculated execution. He stepped forward, pinning my left leg flat against the concrete with his crushing weight, and brought a solid iron rod down directly onto my kneecap. Crack. An explosive, white-hot agony shattered my mind. I let out a blood-curdling shriek that bounced violently off the walls, my entire body convulsing. "A-A-Adrien! S-st-stop! I-I'm b-begging you!" I screamed, sobbing so hard I choked. Without a word, he lifted the rod again and shattered my right kneecap. I collapsed onto the freezing floor, my teeth clicking violently from the absolute shock. Before I could pass out, Adrien knelt over my trembling form. He shattered a thick sheet of glass against the table, holding a razor-sharp shard in his gloved hand. "You forgot whose name you carry, my dear," he whispered softly. "Let's make sure you remember." He pressed the jagged glass deep into the bare skin of my shoulder blade. I shrieked, my body locking into a rigid line as he began to deliberately engrave his name into my flesh. TRIGGER WARNING‼️‼️ This book is not ordinary dark romance novel . It contains sensitive themes , abuse , sexual assaults , murder and what not. READ WITH CAUTION ‼️‼️

It is said that love doesn't happen from a brothel, but what happens when the offspring of that brothel becomes someone's love? The intensity, which is a product of a brothel, was once a normal life, but everything changes when Aransh Maurya enters. Aransh's intensity, madness, and love become everything. Will the name of the brothel withstand the power of love? Will Aransh's obsession be able to give his love a destination? --------------- Aaransh placed his finger on her lips and said, "We'll talk about this later. First, do what I said. Remove your clothes." Shiddat spoke softly, "Okay, but will you move off me first?" Aaransh shook his head and said, "No. In fact, you don't need to do anything." Saying this, he grabbed her shirt in one swift motion and tore it apart. Shiddat's eyes widened in shock. She quickly said, "What did you just do? You tore my clothes? We just bought this yesterday and now you've already ripped it?" Aaransh looked at her and said, "If it's torn, we'll get more. Okay? Just keep quiet and let me do what I'm doing. If any sound escapes your lips, it should only be my name and nothing else." With that, he placed his lips on Shiddat's neck. --------------- Read to find out 😜😜😜😜

COPYRIGHT © ALL RIGHTS RESERVED!!! . . . "Don't let what's going on deceive you." Najib murmured. A faint smirk tugging at his lips though his eyes were sharp and cold. "You will only end up getting hurt." Habiba's breath caught. "W...what do you mean?" He didn't reply immediately. His gaze lingered on her for a moment, then he looked away as if their closeness was suffocating him. "Don't expect anything from this marriage." He whispered. "And most importantly never make the mistake of falling in love with me." His hand brushed her waist, not quite holding her and not letting go. "I won't." She whispered back... Though the words trembled. "Never." *** Marriage was the last thing on Habiba's list till she found out she was married to a millionaire, forced to leave everything she's ever loved behind while embracing a new lifestyle... There she meets Najib. Najib; Her arrogant cocky husband, who never regards or sees her worth, especially the fact of him being married to her. "Will she be able to prove Her worth to him and her new society?" *** Started- September 5th, 2022. Completed-July 2nd, 2023. Note: Some chapters are scattered, scroll on the table of content to find chapter (3&4 ) Sorry for the glitch! *** Highest ranking~🏆 #1 in one-sided love on 3/03/2023 #1 in Halal love story on 28/08/2023 #1 in Naivity on 1/09/2023 #1 in Nigeria on 5/07/2023 #1 in seprated on 15/11/2023 #1 in aaaaaa on 29/1/2024 #1 in Lagos on 14/02/2024 #1 in Wealth on 14/05/2024 #1 in worth reading on 1/07/2024 #1 in hate love on 17/08/2024 #1 in betrothed on 22/01/2025 #1 in Kano on 2/12/2025 #1 in mature scenes on 2/01/2026 ©2022

"Experience a branching dark fantasy where there are no right choices and no happily ever afters." Trapped in a realm of shifting shadows and glowing nightmares, you find yourself at the mercy of two impossibly beautiful but terrifying men. Aemon wants to keep you safe and hidden. Caius wants to see you dance, bleed, and live. But the High Queen Morgana has issued an ultimatum. You cannot remain as an 'unthing', you cannot remain unclaimed.

Two loves. One betrayal. A dozen lives - and she'll spend every one if she must to save them all. ***** To gain the power of a goddess, claim the Ashen throne, and prove her worth, Princess Kisa Aggre must first drown. When the ritual fails and the goddess never comes, Kisa is declared a disappointment. Stripped of her future and any claim to power, she is offered to the desert Empire of Fend-a sacrifice meant to secure an uneasy alliance between two long-standing enemies. On the eve of her departure, Kisa's beloved cousin, Keldra, returns after months away. But their reunion is short-lived. Within hours, Keldra bleeds out in Kisa's arms, leaving behind a cryptic message-Sestra, do what I could not-and a bloodstained scrap of leather Kisa recognizes as Fend. Now Kisa must leave the only home she's ever known with the very people she suspects may be responsible for Keldra's death. In Fend, she finds herself bound to Rath, the ruthless, unrecognized son of the emperor, and drawn into the orbit of his charming and dangerous brother, Davros. But something impossible is awakening in Kisa: a magic unheard of, a power that answers to blood. As she searches for the truth behind Keldra's death, enemies both foreign and familiar begin moving in the dark-and the mystery reaches far beyond a single murder. Before Kisa can expose the conspiracy, she, Rath, and Davros are killed. Drowned. In death, Kisa finally meets the goddess who abandoned her-and is given the chance to begin again. This time, Kisa intends to save them all. Even if she must tear an empire apart to do it. 𝐖𝐈𝐏 | 𝐅𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐏𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐬𝐞𝐝 | 𝐔𝐩𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐬 𝐖𝐞𝐞𝐤𝐥𝐲

𝑱𝒊𝒔 𝒑𝒆 𝒓𝒂𝒌𝒉𝒆 𝒕𝒖𝒎 𝒏𝒆 𝒌𝒂𝒅𝒂𝒎, 𝑨𝒃 𝒔𝒆 𝒎𝒆𝒓𝒂 𝒃𝒉𝒊 𝒓𝒂𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒂 𝒉𝒂𝒊। 𝑱𝒂𝒊𝒔𝒆 𝒎𝒆𝒓𝒂 𝒕𝒖𝒎 𝒔𝒆 𝒌𝒐𝒊, 𝑷𝒊𝒄𝒉𝒍𝒆 𝒋𝒂𝒏𝒂𝒎 𝒌𝒂 𝒗𝒂𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒂 𝒉𝒂𝒊. ✨ ────────────────────୨ৎ──────────────────── 𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒏𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒍𝒊𝒛𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚 𝒔𝒐𝒖𝒍 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒕𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒌 𝒉𝒂𝒅 𝒃𝒆𝒆𝒏 𝒍𝒊𝒗𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒒𝒖𝒊𝒆𝒕𝒍𝒚 𝒊𝒏𝒔𝒊𝒅𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒓 𝒐𝒘𝒏 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒔 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒂𝒍𝒐𝒏𝒈. ✧ ────────────── ✧ ୨ৎ 𝑫𝒉𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒊 𝑺𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒉 A quiet, studious girl with a mischievous side reserved only for her loved ones. She carries responsibilities with a smile, hides her pain behind silence, and dreams of earning her independence. ୨ৎ 𝑺𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒚𝒂 𝑴𝒆𝒉𝒓𝒐𝒕𝒓𝒂 A charming basketball player who believes money can solve everything. Until the one girl he couldn't stand teaches him what love truly means. ────────────────────୨ৎ──────────────────── ❝ 𝑻𝒖𝒎 𝒊𝒕𝒏𝒂 𝒃𝒂𝒅𝒂𝒍 𝒌𝒂𝒊𝒔𝒆 𝒈𝒂𝒚𝒆? ❞ She asked, her eyes searching his. ❝ 𝑱𝒂𝒃 𝒅𝒊𝒍 𝒉𝒂𝒂𝒓𝒂 𝒉𝒖𝒂 𝒉𝒐 𝒏𝒂... 𝒕𝒐𝒉 𝒂𝒂𝒅𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒊𝒏 𝒌𝒉𝒖𝒅 𝒃𝒂𝒅𝒂𝒍 𝒋𝒂𝒂𝒕𝒊 𝒉𝒂𝒊𝒏. ❞ He smiled faintly, his gaze lost in a sky full of stars. ⋆｡𖦹°⭒˚｡⋆

Haya had plans. Plans to study, to dream a little longer, and maybe... to fall in love with the man she was engaged to. But sometimes, life changes before you have the chance to understand why. When her engagement is unexpectedly called off, the whispers begin. Relatives have questions, neighbours have opinions, and her family has only one concern-their honour. Within days, Haya is married to her older cousin. Zaid. A man she has feared since childhood. Quiet. Disciplined. Uncompromising. The kind of man who believes every problem has a right way to be solved. And Haya has never been that kind of person. Forced into a marriage neither of them asked for, they begin a life together carrying nothing but misunderstandings, resentment, and expectations. To Zaid, Haya is immature, stubborn, and unwilling to accept her responsibilities. To Haya, Zaid is another prison she never chose. But the longer they live under the same roof, the harder it becomes to hold on to first impressions. Because people are rarely who they seem. And perhaps the greatest mistake isn't judging someone... It's never asking for their side of the story. His Wife is a slow-burn arranged marriage romance about misunderstood people, unspoken grief, family expectations, and discovering that sometimes the person standing on the other side of your anger is carrying wounds you never noticed.

A forced bride. A ruthless kingpin. A war they won't both survive. ​Reyansh Maheshwari owns the locks, the guards, and the gates. He thinks he has completely conquered Yuktha Oberoi, trading her family's debt for a ring on her finger and a cage in his penthouse. ​But Yuktha refuses to break. Underneath her silent exterior lies a volatile storm, and she would rather see the city burn than yield her heart to the monster who stole her life. ​As rival cartels circle and a secret burner phone promises a way out, the line between hate and obsession blurs. He wants to own her soul. She wants his destruction. ​Let the cold war begin.

Nina was sitting in the dark, cold night, hugging her small body to get any sense of warmth. After four years of being homeless, she thought she would get used to the cold life, but she never did. The rats still scared her, and her only solace of feeling safe was hiding near the bar. The bar gave her light during the night, and luckily, nobody ever bothered her. She still struggled to find food, so day by day, she was getting weaker. Her fourteen-year-old self didn't know how she would make it another year alone and was constantly looking to see if there were dangers in the streets. One day, as she was sitting on the ground, trying to keep herself warm, she saw the Rucco mafia heading to the same street she was on. She made herself small, hid under the stairs to make herself invisible. She was no threat, but she was in their territory after all. If they didn't like her, they could beat her up, or worse, kill her. As she silently observed the Rucco siblings, suddenly, Adrian Rucco, the notorious leader, shot the rival French mafia. Nina just witnessed murder for the first time. Scared and anxious, she screamed. The Ruccos caught her, and as they observed the small, fourteen-year-old girl that just witnessed their kill, they had to decide what to do with her. Nina thought they would kill her. She was collateral damage after all. As she waited for her ill destiny, to her shock, the Ruccos decided to kidnap her and make her their little sister. How will Nina, an innocent homeless girl who knows nothing about family, survive with the notorious mafia?

Akshay Singh Rathore didn't do distractions. At 29, he was India's most feared businessman-CEO of the Rathore Group of Companies and the infamous "Professor Rathore" at Rathore University of Commerce. Students whispered about his stare that could freeze a volcano, his lectures that could make even the most confident crumble. To him, emotions were liabilities. Love? A foolish weakness. His ex had made sure of that. So when she walked into his lecture hall that Monday morning, all sunshine and confidence, his world paused for the first time in years. Parvathi Singhania. The name alone was enough to make his jaw tighten. The Singhanias-the Rathores' oldest rivals in business, politics, and power. Yet there she was, walking in with a soft smile, her ID card swinging, her eyes glowing with that "I can handle anything" energy. Her pink notebook had tiny stars drawn on it. He hated that he noticed. "Miss Singhania," he said, his tone cold as marble. "Interesting choice of university." She smiled, tilting her head slightly. "Why not, Professor Rathore? I like a challenge." The class went silent. Nobody ever talked to him like that. From that day, their paths kept colliding. Boardroom meetings. Business seminars. Late-night strategy competitions at the university. Every encounter was a battle-her warmth versus his frost, her laughter against his silence.

" JAB BELA MET HRIDAAN " Hridaan comes to Narayanpur with a purpose. Educated, ambitious, and determined to serve society, he leaves behind the life he knows to work as a government teacher in a village where change is slow, traditions run deep, and people are not always willing to question the way things have always been. Bela has never had the luxury of questioning anything. An uneducated village girl, she has been raised to believe that marriage is the ultimate purpose of a woman's life-that a woman's world begins and ends with her husband, and that her husband is nothing less than God himself. Their worlds could not have been more different. Until one day, their lives collide in the most horrifying and unexpected way. Bela's family forces Hridaan into marriage with her but this is no ordinary forced marriage. Drugged and kept unconscious, Hridaan is married to Bela without his knowledge or consent. When he finally wakes up, he finds himself bound to a stranger, trapped in a marriage he never chose, in a village he barely knows, surrounded by people who expect him to accept the unacceptable. And Bela? She has been taught her entire life that a husband is meant to be worshipped. But what happens when the man she is forced to call her husband refuses to become the god she was taught to surrender herself to? This is a story of a man who refuses to accept a life forced upon him. A girl who has never been taught to imagine a life of her own. And two completely different people who must find a way to exist in the same world....before they can ever decide what they mean to each other.

Two young hearts, a desi wedding, and countless feelings they never dare to say aloud. Between stolen glances, playful moments, family chaos, and secrets, their story unfolds in ways neither of them expected.

BOUND BY DECEPTION One mysterious night. Two completely different worlds. And a relationship neither of them ever wanted. Anika Mehta is a successful actress with fame, money and a life everyone dreams of. Kabir Rathore is a powerful mafia boss whose name is enough to make people step back. Their first meeting is nothing like a love story. A wrong car. A heated argument. A dangerous threat. Anika thinks she will never see him again. She is wrong. When fate forces an actress and a mafia boss into the same story, staying together becomes a necessity rather than a choice. But there are secrets between them. Secrets capable of turning their forced relationship into something neither of them expected. Will Anika ever trust Kabir? And what happens when the truth behind their bond finally comes out? ROMANCE | MAFIA | EMOTIONAL DRAMA | FAMILY This story is also published by me on Pratilipi under the same author identity.

"To control the Demon, you must be the beast and to control the beast you must be the demon." Dark Owl Bellator University is governed by the Dark Owls led by Kenneth Alexiel Tolentino. He doesn't like imperfections in his system. He is a man of order and perfection. He rules the University like a King with his three General's by his side. In his world, there's no room for flaws. Ayesha Evianna Mansom enters his world -or rather, he drags her into it. She is a beast with a hidden dagger and she would be the glitch in his perfect system. She doesn't follow rules if she finds it absurd, she doesn't like to be caged and she doesn't like to be told what to do. Kenneth build a guilded cage around her. Trapping her, manipulating power that would lead one conclusion: MARRIAGE The King found his Queen but the Queen is a beast that refuses to be caged. Genre:Romance Status:Completed/On-editing Language:Tag-lish

Due to some consequences, Lavanya and Atharva were forced into an arranged contract marriage. But they neither loved each other, nor were comfortable with each other, yet they were tied in a forced relationship. The ones who didn't believed in love, how will they be able to bloom their relationship? Will they survive? Lavanya, having a deep past, will she be able to overcome it? Or will it again face her? Will Atharva be able to handle her? Or will he leave her at her cost? Atharva is also having a past which is not permitting him to get married, will he ever be comfortable with her? Will Lavanya understand him? To know all the answers to these questions, continue with the story below which you are searching for!!! Started on : 24th March, 2025 Ended on :

For the Northmen, loot was valuable, and women were worth gold. Erik, a struggling farmer and shipbuilder, seeks wealth to support his mother and rebuild his father's home; so he embarks on his third raid - this time to the Caspian Sea. Responsible for shipping female slaves, he aims to keep as many women as possible alive on his return to Bekkvik. However, he unexpectedly develops a bond with Sabela, a devoted Christian, and a curiosity for her faith. Sabela, hiding behind a fake name, has animosity towards Erik and his people, but for the sake of survival, she must learn to set aside her hatred to accept Erik's help and trust his change of heart. When two worlds collide, can love prevail? Does God truly work mysteriously? Is their purpose in suffering?

Kalonice Clermont's father drops a bombshell on her when he tells her she has to marry a particular man in order to form a stronger company. The man? Endriel Valois. France's most formidable CEO. Nothing less of a corporate titan. On the other hand, Endriel Valois can only have full access to everything his late father left him on the grounds that he marries Kalonice Clermont along with a merger. However, because of a tragic event in the past, he despises the Clermont family and has every intention of making Kalonice's life miserable from the moment they both say, "I do."