Morallygreycharacters Stories

They didn't give her a trial. They gave her a husband. Shravani Mehra was never meant to be a bride. She was built to survive sharp-minded, self-made, and untouchable in a world ruled by men who mistook fear for power. Until one night changed everything. A death. A legacy drenched in blood. And a verdict delivered not by a court, but by the most feared name in the city. Aviraj Rathore. King of an empire built on silence and obedience. A man who doesn't ask he claims. A man who believes control is justice and marriage is the cruelest punishment. He doesn't want Shravani's love. He wants her contained. She doesn't want his mercy. She wants her freedom even if she has to burn his throne to get it. What begins as vengeance becomes a war of wills. What looks like hatred starts to feel like obsession. And in a house where power decides survival, only one truth remains: This is not a love story. It is a standoff between two people too dangerous to surrender. And in a marriage forged as a sentence, only one will kneel - or both will fall.

Three heirs. Only one crown. Raised beneath the eyes of the court and the weight of expectation, Quinn has always known the garden would choose her. Her composure is legend. Her bloodline is secure. Her blade was steady. But tradition is never so obedient. Princess Harriet, sick with a curse no healer can name, trades places with Lunette, a girl who should never have existed at court at all. Stolen at birth, raised in shadows, Lunette now wears silks and secrets, standing in for a royal she barely knows in a world that would destroy her if it knew the truth. And Leni? Leni was never meant to stand among heirs. Wild as wind and storm, the overlooked daughter is drawn by something older, a magic pulsing in her bones, answering a call the others cannot hear. When the vine-threshold opens and the Choosing begins, the ruin stirs. Each girl carries a secret. Each path demands a cost. And deep beneath the moonlit branches, the garden watches, waiting to decide who is worthy, who is false, and who must be unmade.

They say every ending is a beginning in disguise. For Dawn Pierce, that disguise looks a lot like disaster. When the life she planned falls apart, she's forced into a new one she never asked for - one that will test everything she believes about love, identity, and belonging. Because sometimes the life meant for us doesn't start with a choice. It starts with a collapse. (quick title explanation) (Describing a "dawn" as "insurmountable" creates a powerful, paradoxical image. It suggests that a new beginning or a potential moment of hope/clarity is, for some reason, impossible to reach, get past, or deal with successfully. As a book title, the phrase is effective because it is evocative and creates intrigue. It immediately suggests themes of: Hopelessness or despair (a new day that cannot be reached) An unchangeable reality or fate A profound challenge in the face of what should be a natural occurrence.)

By the Mobster|| Book 3 of the Chicago Mob Series Alessandra Santoro, after wrestling her way out of the shackles of her old life, has finally carved her place beside Renzo. Not as decoration, but as fire. Together, they're on top of the world, certain their love is enough to make them unstoppable, untouchable, unbeatable. But in the empire Renzo built, freedom is never free. Trust is but a weapon, and love often wears the face of leverage. When a deal Alessandra forces through turns into a test of loyalty, she learns - again - that marriage in the mob is less about devotion and more about survival. And when Renzo is forced to stand in her way just to keep her from burning everything down, he remembers exactly why he wrote off feelings in the first place. He can command the underworld with a single phrase, but he can't control the one woman he swore he'd never lose. As her ambition crosses into dangerous territory, he must choose between his reign... or the first heart that ever softened him. Just when it couldn't get any worse, old ghosts rise and buried monsters resurface, turning their obsessive desires into conflict of interest, and their devotion into war. Obsession and devotion made them unstoppable before. But this time, they might be the very things that ruin them both.

Genesis Ivory 'Gigi' Voss has a smile that could disarm anyone-which is ironic, since she's literally a weapon. By day, she's the newest logistics engineer at Ashford Dynamics, armed with spreadsheets and sunshine. By night, she's a titanium-laced cyborg running from a past that wants her back in pieces. But her cover is cracking. Her grumpy CEO keeps looking at her like she's a puzzle he needs to solve. Her sweet coworker keeps cleaning up her crime scenes. And her government-issue 'sister' is hunting down everyone she's ever loved. Between fake dates, real feelings, and a body count she's trying to keep at zero, Gigi's learning that the hardest thing to hack isn't a firewall. It's a heart. Especially when it's half-machine.

Qingxin 'Sisi' waits on the same bridge every night for a man who will never love her back. ----- When Chaoxi fails to show and travelers from Mondstadt shatter her illusions with a cruel truth, Sisi's world crumbles. But the Cavalry Captain with the eyepatch and silver tongue offers understanding. And perhaps, if she's brave enough to thaw her frozen heart, something more. "I've yet to lay a finger on you yet you're already as cold as Dragonspine," Kaeya murmurs. "And you're surprisingly warm for someone with a Cryo Vision," she shoots back. "Hm. So you've noticed." ----- A/N: a Genshin Impact fanfic where a heartbroken NPC gets the love story she deserves.

[𝕭𝖔𝖔𝖐 𝕺𝖓𝖊] [𝕸𝖎𝖉𝖓𝖎𝖌𝖍𝖙 𝕸𝖆𝖘𝖖𝖚𝖊𝖗𝖆𝖉𝖊 𝕾𝖊𝖗𝖎𝖊𝖘] *** In the haunted city of Rivershire, Belladonna Roosevelt and nineteen others attend an exclusive Halloween masquerade banquet at the Greyfriars Estate, where they unknowingly make a bargain with Death. To escape from Death, they must play a series of games. If they can't win against Death, one of them will be claimed at the stroke of every midnight before the end of the banquet. Desperate to survive, Belladonna makes a forbidden bargain with the infamous Phantom Lord. He will give her secrets to winning the games in exchange for her time-three days a week. Initially, Belladonna views the Phantom Lord as an evil, orchestrating villain. However, she soon realizes that he isn't just shielding her from Death; he has been by her side all along. xxx

Predictions, headcanons, Arthurian myths and everything in between turned into Fated: the musical fanfictions. Thank you Adri for this amazing musical! Everyone, go listen to chronicle one right now! (requests are open)

in the heart of Nigeria, where corruption seeps into every corner of society, investigative journalist Obinna Flag Ogbolu is determined to expose the truth-no matter the cost. When a desperate police officer, Femi Onwu Adesina, hands him a flash drive containing explosive evidence against the governor and top political figures, Obinna finds himself in the crosshairs of powerful enemies who will do anything to silence him. As the walls close in, Obinna turns to Roseboyle Williams, a fearless human rights lawyer who has spent her career fighting a broken system. Together, they must navigate a treacherous web of political assassinations, police brutality, and a public too afraid to fight back. With time running out and danger at every turn, can they bring the truth to light before they become the next victims? City of silent graves is a gripping political thriller that exposes the dark underbelly of power, greed, and the unbreakable spirit of those who dare to challenge it.

They call her- "As beautiful as she is lethal". CEO Anastasia Scott, heiress of the popular Nexus Enterprises heads the subsidiaries of the conglomerate on her own wits. CEO Damian Alvarez who is known for his charm and ruthless business tactics, leads Alvarez Furniture with an iron fist. The man ordered the spy, "Answer, which one of them belongs to the mafia?" "Both or maybe none" smirked the spy before ending his own life. When Genesis Holdings threatens to destroy everything they've built-- threatens to shake the very core of the country, Damian and Anastasia must put aside their sworn rivalry and join forces. Will their combined strengths be enough to overcome the challenges ahead, or will their clashing egos and hidden pasts be their undoing?

He offered me a crown. I gave him my smile. In a land where thrones are taken, not given, one woman learns how to play the game- with grace, with fire, and with secrets that could ruin kings. Love is not the beginning. It's just the sharpest tool in her hands.

--- His Hands, My Sin A dark romance thriller At Blackmoor Academy, secrets don't stay buried-they bleed. When a quiet, observant girl finds an anonymous note in her locker that reads, "You are not safe. I know your secret" her world shifts. The warning is chilling-but it's the boy watching her from across the hall that makes her blood run cold. Riven Blackwood is feared. Dangerous. Untouchable. And he just made her his. What no one knows is that she came here for revenge-an act of justice buried beneath lies. But the closer she gets to the truth, the more entangled she becomes with the one person who could ruin everything... or burn it down for her. He killed someone. She helped cover it up. Now they share a secret so dark it could destroy them both. But maybe destruction was the point all along. ---

The Malhotra brothers were legends- Reyansh, the ruthless business tycoon with ice in his veins. Armaan, the brilliant surgeon who hides his scars behind precision. And Vihaan , the lawyer whose charm is as dangerous as his silence. They ruled their world with money, power, and control-until the singhania's walked back into their lives. Meera singhania, the woman everyone whispers about. Aryan Singhania, her cold-eyed son and empire's heir. And Aarohi singhania-quiet, graceful, and unreadable. She wasn't supposed to draw their attention. But the Malhotra brothers noticed the tension in her eyes, the way she spoke with knives instead of words, and the shadow of secrets that lingered between her and her family. And soon, what began as a polite reunion turned into a storm of rivalry, obsession, and forbidden attachment. Because in their world, affection isn't gentle-it's a weapon. And Aarohi Kapoor was about to find herself standing at the heart of three. _____________________.., "You can glare all you want, Aarohi... but I've built empires from colder silences than yours. And trust me, I'll break that wall of yours brick by brick - even if it means burning myself to do it." ~Reyansh --- "You keep running, but I know your pulse now. I could find you in a crowd by the way your heartbeat stumbles when you see me. That's all I need to cut through your calm." ~Armaan --- "You argue like every word is a weapon, but someday you'll realize-I'm the only one who'll stand between you and the world you keep pretending doesn't hurt you." ~Vihaan _________________.., They thought this was just a reunion. Until they learned that every heart in the room was a loaded gun.

In Mumbai's elite business circle, power is everything-and no one wields it more flawlessly than Shivansh Rajvanshi and Adhira Vardhan. He is the silent storm of the corporate world, a man who builds empires with nothing but discipline and precision. She is the untouchable queen of boardrooms, elegant, brilliant, and impossible to outmaneuver. Their rivalry begins with a business deal. Their chemistry begins with a single clash. And their downfall begins the moment they underestimate each other. But behind polished glass towers and billion-dollar contracts, something far darker is moving-something connected to Adhira's past, and something Shivansh was never meant to see. As their worlds intertwine, secrets grow heavier, loyalties sharpen like knives, and every step draws them deeper into a labyrinth where no one is who they pretend to be. He thinks she's just another powerful CEO. She knows he's walking straight into a storm he can't imagine. Two powerful minds. One dangerous attraction. And a truth that will rewrite everything when it finally comes to light. Two alphas. Two empires. One throne in the dark. Only one question remains-will they destroy each other, or rule together in shadow?

All the children surrounded nanny to hear some late night story. As the nanny picked the regular book. All of them revolted, asking her to change the story. So she took the story of Against those fairytale. Like any other story of Yuma, it doesn't have happy ending. A dark history, sweet vengeance, hate and all the negative emotion showing that how reality is often misplaced in the ink. She started to narrate the story of a witch. A witch who is indeed beautiful, but that beauty is curse to keep. A red ink rushed inside her body instead of blood. She never apologise for her sin. She did them all over again. Cause that's how she was made of. Her necklace kept many man soul. She isn't a princess, who is looking for prince for a saving. She is the reason why many prince couldn't survive when their greed took them to dig their own grave. "What is the name of witch?" One of them asked . "Valentina." The nanny answered and she turned the page. Do you want nanny to continue the story?? You want. Don't you??

To those finding strength in hidden places,where love's thorn weave through destiny's delicate threads

To Pansy Parkinson, a human lifetime is like a drop in the ocean of time. Time was just an endless existence of grey. Until something came along that captured her attention, changing the course of time forever. All it took was one deal, some strawberries, a gambit and a moment of blindness to see the truth.

She was built to obey. Trained to kill. Programmed to feel nothing. But some nights, the weapon remembers what it cut. Violet is Sector Eleven's deadliest operative-sharp, silent, unflinching. Until her latest mission shatters something deep inside. Now, ghosts cling to her skin and orders don't silence the screaming. Her punishment? A new assignment buried in the snowy ruins of northern India, where ancient microbes and forgotten symbols whisper secrets older than empires. Her cover: intern. Her real job: recover what remains of Ashoka's lost science-if it exists. But Violet's not going in alone. Kian is fire to her ice. Controlled, calculating, and assigned as her partner. She doesn't trust him. He doesn't need her. Yet the deeper they go, the more the line between mission and instinct blurs-and something buried beneath the Black Pool begins to wake. Old gods. Dead science. And two weapons learning what it means to burn.

Nartica Ama Sam never planned on falling in love-especially not with a man like Damion Davies. She was supposed to keep her head down: Work. Study. Graduate. Leave love alone. But one wrong turn in a foreign city collides her quiet world with his: Damion-half Jamaican, half British, fully unreadable. Toxic, nonchalant, sweet in the most dangerous ways. It starts with a favor. Then a secret friendship. Then one night she can't undo. Soon, they're tangled in a web of passion, betrayal, and blurred lines-spiraling from strangers to lovers to something far worse. Marriage comes fast. Kids follow. But Damion's love comes with a price: Lies. Cheating. Manipulation. And a heartbreak she swore she'd never repeat. Still, she stays-longer than she should. Until she finally leaves... Only to fall into the arms of Jules Gustavo-a younger, wilder man who offers her something Damion never could: freedom. But freedom doesn't come easy in this world. And some love stories? They don't end. They only repeat. "I don't want phase one," Damion says, calm and cruel. "I want another ten years with you... maybe forever." In this raw, unflinching, painfully honest novel about love, betrayal, and impossible choices, Nartica must decide: Does she break the cycle... or surrender to it-one last time?

This is a story of Samanyu Talwar and Akshani Sharma aka Akshani Samanyu Talwar Here's the glimpse of "Hearts Of Vengeance" 𝘔𝘺 𝘣𝘰𝘥𝘺 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘥, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴𝘯'𝘵 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘦. 𝘐𝘵 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘢𝘴. 𝘐𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘴. 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘶𝘯 𝘴𝘭𝘪𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘥 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘮𝘺 𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘴𝘱, 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘺 𝘴𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦. 𝘐 𝘣𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘬𝘦𝘥, 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯, 𝘵𝘳𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘴, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘧𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘸𝘢𝘺. 𝘔𝘺 𝘨𝘢𝘻𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘯 𝘪𝘯 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘮𝘦-𝘭𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦, 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘥, 𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘣𝘰𝘥𝘺. 𝘐 𝘳𝘶𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘪𝘮, 𝘸𝘳𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘺 𝘢𝘳𝘮𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘢𝘴 𝘐 𝘴𝘰𝘣𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘴𝘵. "𝘐 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶", 𝘚𝘢𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘶 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘥, 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘷𝘰𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘸𝘦𝘢𝘬, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘤𝘦𝘳𝘵𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘢𝘴 𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘥 𝘮𝘦 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬. 𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘢𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘢 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦- 𝘐 𝘣𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘮. Tropes Revenge Marriage Enemies to Lovers Morally grey characters Forgotten Past Mafia X Lawyer He fell first both