Истории Morallyblack

ʜᴇ ᴅᴏᴇꜱɴ'ᴛ ʙᴇʟɪᴇᴠᴇ ɪɴ ᴍᴇʀᴄʏ. ᴏʀ ʀᴇᴅᴇᴍᴘᴛɪᴏɴ. ᴏʀ ʟᴇᴛᴛɪɴɢ ᴛʜɪɴɢꜱ ɢᴏ. ᴄᴀʟᴍ. ᴄᴀʟᴄᴜʟᴀᴛᴇᴅ. ᴜɴᴛᴏᴜᴄʜᴀʙʟᴇ. ʜᴇ ʀᴜʟᴇꜱ ᴀ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ ʙᴜɪʟᴛ ᴏɴ ꜰᴇᴀʀ-ᴀɴᴅ ᴇɴᴊᴏʏꜱ ɪᴛ. ꜱʜᴇ ᴡᴀꜱ ꜱᴇɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴋɪʟʟ ʜɪᴍ. ꜱʜᴇ ꜰᴀɪʟᴇᴅ. ᴀɴᴅ ɴᴏᴡ ʜᴇ ᴅᴏᴇꜱɴ'ᴛ ᴇʀᴀꜱᴇ ʜᴇʀ. ʜᴇ ᴋᴇᴇᴘꜱ ʜᴇʀ. ᴡᴀᴛᴄʜᴇꜱ ʜᴇʀ. ᴡᴀɴᴛꜱ ʜᴇʀ. ʙᴇᴄᴀᴜꜱᴇ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ꜱʜᴇ ᴀᴡᴀᴋᴇɴᴇᴅ ɪꜱɴ'ᴛ ʟᴏᴠᴇ. ɪᴛ'ꜱ ᴏʙꜱᴇꜱꜱɪᴏɴ.

Some people are loved. Some people are chosen. And then there are people who are marked. Aarvi has survived her entire life by staying quiet, invisible, and hopeful in small, careful ways. She believes freedom is something you earn with patience, that safety comes from not being noticed, and that love-real love-will come gently, when she finally deserves it. She is wrong. Erevos does not believe in love. He believes in observation, possession, and inevitability. To him, people are not feelings - they are patterns. And once something disrupts his control, it is studied, named, and claimed. Slowly. Carefully. Permanently. 0505 is not a date. It is not a coincidence. It is a mark. As Aarvi begins to feel watched, followed by a presence she cannot explain, fear settles into her instincts, and paranoia starts to feel justified. What she doesn't know is that she was never being followed. She was being prepared. This is not a romance where love saves. This is not a story where obsession softens. This is a psychological dark romance about power, control, and what happens when someone decides your identity is optional, your freedom is temporary, and your consent was never required. Some names are given. Some are taken. And once you are marked, escape is only an illusion. ⚠️ Content Warning: Psychological obsession, stalking, control dynamics, captivity themes, emotional distress, manipulation, morally black characters. This story does not romanticize lack of consent.

Rafael stepped even closer, his presence almost suffocating now. He reached out, his fingers brushing a strand of hair from my face, and I froze. The gesture was so out of place, so unnervingly intimate, that it sent a shiver down my spine. "You don't get it, do you?" he said softly, his tone almost mocking. "This isn't about your job. This is about you. About keeping you safe. About making sure no one...oversteps." I swallowed hard, my throat dry as his words settled in the air between us. "Safe?" I managed to say, my voice shaky despite my efforts to keep it steady. "From what? From whom?" Torren pushed off the desk, his movements slow and deliberate as he came to stand beside Rafael. The two of them were a wall of intensity, their dark suits blending into the shadows of the room. "From people who don't know their place," he said simply, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. "From people who don't realize what's off-limits." I felt my blood boil at the implication, at the sheer arrogance of their words. "Off-limits?" I snapped, stepping back to put some distance between us. "I'm not some object you can claim. I can talk to whoever I want. Dance with whoever I want. None of this-" I gestured around the room, my frustration bubbling over. "-gives you the right to control me." Rafael tilted his head, studying me with an intensity that made my skin crawl. "You're right," he said again, his tone unnervingly calm. "We don't have the right to control you. But that doesn't mean we won't protect what's ours." My breath hitched at the weight of his words, at the way his gaze bore into me as if he could see every corner of my soul. I hated how my heart raced, how part of me felt trapped and another part wanted to fight back. #3 - morally grey #8 - forbidden romance

Inside the walls of Blackwood Psychiatric Hospital, one patient refuses to play by the rules. Her name is Serenity Mae Winslet. She's brilliant, at least, that's what she tells herself. But no matter how sharp her mind is, no one listens. No one believes her. And worst of all, someone is always watching. Her new therapist isn't like the others. He doesn't flinch at her games, doesn't rise to her provocations. He's cold, calculating, and far too perceptive. No matter how hard she pushes, he never loses control. But control is something she can't afford to lose. With every session, the walls seem to close in, and the line between patient and predator begins to blur. If she wants to escape, she'll have to outthink the man who already knows all her secrets. The question is.... can she?

Serena had a hard life with trivial choices why not make your own she insisted Having to be a pawn in the fight for the throne until your mother and twin brother decide to cut off their tails leading you to a foreign kingdom Which wasn't that bad until you had prophetic nightmares which you journal to stop them from coming you met a lovely man who you had a baby with! granted he went missing when she turned 1 and you find your friend Far lovelier you're as happy as can be until a war where you have to choose to fight with your origins the empire or protect the place you call home

Two best friends who were reading a fantàsy book at night ends becoming a part of it, now they have to survive the changes, while Danica is the childish girl takes over the body of evil and arrogant princess, her best friend Aria ends up being saved by the Villain's beast bond and ends up marrying him.

"She was mine before the world taught her how to bleed." There are loves that ruin you- slow, sweet poison that sinks into your bones and makes a home in your ribs. And then there is Aghor Vyomdev Rathore. His love is not gentle. It is not kind. It is a claim written in blood, a vow carved into flesh. Once, he let her slip through his fingers- Eshaira Vyanika Sen, the girl with midnight skin and wildfire defiance, the only soul who ever looked at him and did not flinch. But fate is cruel, and the world is brutal, and those who dared to take her from him learned one truth too late: Aghor does not lose. Not twice. Now, she is back in his grasp- broken, furious, and still so devastatingly his. His family wants her gone. Her family wants her dead. And the world? The world has already made the mistake of touching what belongs to him. Let them try it again. --- Dark. Possessive. Unapologetically twisted. This is not a love story. This is an obsession.