Powerimbalance Histoires

Owned by the Billionaire I Should Hate Alexander Cole is 36, American, and a billionaire with clean suits and dirty power. He thinks control is mercy. Rebecca Lawson is 30, American, and an investigative journalist who dislikes men like him, yet keeps stepping into his path. She is also the sister of his sworn enemy. When danger comes close, Alexander offers protection with rules that feel like chains. Desire grows amid fear. Power becomes personal. Love endures, but it hurts. In this world, safety has a cost, and ownership is never straightforward.

Isolde was raised to become a certainty, not a choice. When her engagement is announced, the court adjusts seamlessly around her-schedules tighten, eyes linger longer, and a single knight is assigned permanently to her side. Azriel is sworn to protect her, not to know her. She is expected to obey, not to feel. What develops between them is never named and never allowed to exist openly. There are no confessions, no defiance, no escape. Only routine, proximity, and the quiet weight of what cannot be undone. This is a story about restraint taken too far, love that never asks to be saved, and a tragedy that unfolds without spectacle-because everyone does exactly what they are supposed to do. A forbidden romance where silence is louder than rebellion, and the ending is inevitable. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - She stopped walking without warning. Azriel halted behind her, as he always did. "You don't have to stand so far back," Isolde said, not turning around. There was a pause. Not hesitation-calculation. "It is required," he replied. She considered that. The corridor was empty, the doors along it closed. "No one is here," she said. Another pause. Longer this time. "I am still required," he said. Isolde nodded once, as if the matter were settled. She took a step forward, then another. He followed, restoring the distance between them exactly. After a moment, she spoke again. "If I were to fall," she said, evenly, "would you break protocol to catch me?" He did not answer immediately. "Yes," he said at last. She did not turn around, but her pace slowed.

The hall was silent in the way only palaces ever were, obedience echoing through stone. Jungkook stood at the foot of the dais, head bowed-not because he was small, but because the throne demanded it. Taehyung did not rise at once. A king never hurried toward what already belonged to him. "Lift your eyes." The command was soft. That made it crueler. The crown caught candlelight as Taehyung descended, unhurried, stopping far too close for mercy. "You thought what passed between us was a mistake," he said calmly. "A sin without a name. Let us correct that misunderstanding." The court doors opened. Witnesses gathered. "This servant was not taken," Taehyung declared. "He was chosen." Silence followed, heavy and absolute. "Choice," the King continued, "once made, is not undone by fear or regret. What has passed did not diminish him. It marked him." He turned back to Jungkook, voice lowered, inescapable. "You were shaped by my hand. Raised beyond your station because I willed it." Then, louder-final. "What is shaped by the Crown belongs to the Crown." "I do not deny what I claimed," Taehyung said, calm as law. "Kings do not steal. We assert." He leaned close, words carved into bone. "You are mine-not as spoil, but as oath. And I do not relinquish what is mine." Taehyung turned away. The matter settled. Jungkook remained where he stood, heart in ruins, belonging no longer a question-but a sentence.

I noticed her long before she ever came to New York. She believes her life is her own, carefully planned and untouched by darkness. But some paths are chosen long before we realize it. And when our worlds finally collide, walking away will no longer be an option.

Prince Han, of the northern kingdom, a man of status, wealth, and next in line for the crown. Loved by his subjects. Loved by his community. Loved by his kingdom. He looked the part, too. Silk and ceremonial gold draped easily over his frame, dark hair kept immaculate by hands that had never been allowed to be careless. His posture was perfect, drilled into him since boyhood, chin high, shoulders squared, crown balanced like it belonged nowhere else. He was built to be admired. But Minho hated him, And Jisung hated him just as much. My dear, he absolutely despised him, he would say, firmly repulsed. Unfortunately, his only job was to protect the prince.

In Ashmere, devotion to the queen must never outweigh devotion to the crown. When Cordelia ascends the throne after years of exile, she inherits a kingdom still uneasy from war - and a father's death no one is willing to question. Declared natural, the king's passing leaves behind too many unanswered truths and a crown far heavier than it appears. Alaric Vale has devoted his life to Ashmere. Once the late king's most trusted adviser, he now serves the queen with the same unwavering loyalty. Guiding her through power, politics, and the dangers of rule is his sworn duty. Caring for her beyond that is a risk he cannot afford. As questions surrounding the king's death begin to surface, Cordelia and Alaric are bound together by trust, responsibility, and a shared commitment to the realm. But the closer they grow, the more dangerous their bond becomes as it challenges the very oath that binds them.

Everything in life comes with a price. Question is: are you willing to pay it? Harry Potter had always thought that there was no price too high to defeat Voldemort. That was until he found out that the price was his own life. "Are you sure, Professor? Is that what he said?" Snape looked down at him. Pity in his eyes. It looked strange. Unfamiliar. "Yes Potter. Dumbledore wants you dead

In the Kingdom of Aurelian, love is not forbidden because it is wrong- but because it is dangerous. Princess Isolde Aurelian is bound to a crown and a future she did not choose. Sir Caelan Blackthorn is bound to an oath of silence and steel, sworn to protect her, never possess her. They are not meant to touch. Not meant to want. Not meant to look too long. But in a court ruled by duty and watched by many eyes, restraint becomes intimacy-and devotion becomes the deadliest sin of all. A slow-burn, forbidden romance where silence speaks louder than words, and love, once named, could destroy a kingdom.

In Aetherion, the stars do not guide , they command. Amarah Solis was forged to obey them. A Star-Forged Warrior raised on discipline, devotion, and the belief that dark magic is a corruption that must be erased. She has never questioned the light. Never hesitated in its name. Until the night the stars bled. Three years later, Sylas Ember is still alive ,the most wanted dark mage in the realm, a symbol of everything Amarah was taught to destroy. He gathers the forgotten, shelters the condemned, and stands in quiet defiance of the heavens themselves. They are enemies by design. Bound by blood, war, and a past neither of them speaks of. As the stars tighten their grip on Aetherion, Amarah is forced to confront a truth far more dangerous than betrayal: obedience has a cost, and hatred can be taught but unlearned far too late. Enemies will clash. Truths will fracture. And when the stars begin to bleed again, love may be the most unforgivable crime of all.

"I'm not your uncle. I'm the one who watched you grow just to want you more than I should." A dark, obsessive short story.

"He was everything she hated. She was everything he couldn't control." Zaylani Monroe didn't come to the University of Chicago to make friends. She came to win. Brilliant, guarded, and unapologetically ambitious, she refuses to let anyone underestimate her. Cassius Blackwell has never been told no. Legacy Student. Doner Family. Untouchable. Until Zaylani. Forced together by an unforgiving professor, their rivalry turns vicious, their chemistry undeniable. What starts as academic warfare spirals into something dangerous, Something neither of them can afford. Secrets unravel. Lines blur. Power shifts In a world built on prestige and control, hate is easy. Wanting each other is not. Enemies. Rivals. Lovers And neither plans to lose.

ＳＩＮＳ ＯＦ ＡＣＥ 𝓗𝓮 𝓹𝓵𝓪𝔂𝓮𝓭 𝓽𝓸 𝓫𝓵𝓮𝓮𝓭, 𝓷𝓸𝓽 𝓽𝓸 𝔀𝓲𝓷. On the night Vinicio De la Garza is set to propose to Josefina San Antonio--the daughter of a rival whose hand would seal power, territory, and loyalty between Miami's two most ruthless crime dynasties--nothing goes as planned. For nine years, Benita Guzmán has been the invisible housekeeper who keeps the De la Garza mansion spotless, scrubbing away the blood and dust left behind by their business. A quiet fixture. A ghost in plain sight. But tonight, she sees something she shouldn't, and it's Vinicio slipping out of the security room moments before chaos erupts, moments before his father begins drilling the truth about his fiancée's dead bodyguard out of everyone. When Don demands answers about tampered CCTV footage, Benita should say what she saw, yet for reasons that elude Vinicio, she pushes forward and takes the blame, exposing herself to humiliation and punishment to cover up for him. For the first time since she walked into the mansion, Vinicio really sees her, not as the quiet shadow that cleans up his world, but as a woman brave enough to lie to Don. And even stupid enough to bleed for him when it came to that. Maybe it's madness to feel something new for someone else on the night he's supposed to seal the business contract he calls a marriage. But timing has never stopped Vinicio, and neither have rules. As weeks bleed into months, the ring on his finger starts to feel like a shackle, the empire he's meant to protect tightening like a cage. And because some poorly-treated housekeeper isn't supposed to matter to him, yet somehow, she's the only thing he can't get his hands off. Unfortunately, his desire for her is more fatal than forbidden. And every heartbeat in her direction is one step closer to having her blood on his hands.

A young lass bears witness to the complexity of the unique ways humans live through pain and are changed by them, including her own.

After death, Alana finds herself claimed by a being far more powerful than herself - not as a prisoner, but as a chosen companion. Yet to Alana, it feels like anything but freedom. The kindness offered feels calculated. The comfort, constructed. Noctara says she wants Alana to feel safe, to feel at home - but Alana can't shake the feeling that every soft word hides control, every gesture masks ownership. Noctara's affection is real, but Alana's fear of losing agency turns it into something she can't trust. To her, love offered without choice is just another kind of cage.

A celebrity who's seems to have it all, the money, the fame, all the luxuries that one could ask for but he is willing sacrifice it all for a college student. obsessed and in love, Grayson Rhodes is willing to give everything to be with Carla.

> "In the classroom, he teaches literature. Outside, he owns the empire that destroyed my family." -A Aaravi Verma wasn't supposed to fall for him. He was her professor - cold, unreadable, and dangerously powerful. But Professor Raghav Malhotra isn't just an academic genius. He's also the billionaire CEO of Malhotra Group - a man who hides his ruthlessness behind silk ties and Shakespeare quotes. When she defies him in class, he warns her. When she uncovers his secret, he claims her. And when the world finds out? "You're mine now, Miss Verma. In every way that matters. And I don't share." Between whispered threats, stolen touches, and a past that could destroy them both, Aaravi must decide: Is she just another chapter in his story - Or the plot twist he never saw coming? Tropes🔥 #Professor × student #CEO×ordinary girl #Age gap romance #Dark romance #Secret relationship #Scarred past

Sin Carter knows how to turn limitations into strength. Born with a disability and abandoned at birth, he's built a life of defiance and success-until Lilia. She's brilliant, intoxicating, and everything he ever wanted. But after their fairytale wedding, cracks begin to show. Trapped in a marriage where love and lies wear the same face, Sin must ask: Is his wife a victim of her own mind... or a predator who's been hunting him all along?

Description: Zayn Khan, a 29-year-old math professor, is known for his intellect and strict demeanor, while 18-year-old Sana, his student, excels in every subject except math. Desperate to improve, Sana spends extra hours with him, drawn to his intensity and seeking his approval. Their relationship shifts from academic mentorship to a dangerous attraction, fueled by Sana's insecurities and Zayn's emotional manipulation. What begins as fascination spirals into a toxic bond, where love and control blur, leaving them both changed yet deeply scarred by a passion they can't escape.

In this world many human species survived not only homo sapiens but also neanderthals And with that a new species evolved they are called nashnomactors nashnomactors are very cute and beautiful but- heavy fetished and lusted after they are the most unsafe species in this world because of there nature and features meanwhile Neanderthals are not liked seen as old fashioned and barbaric. So now how will homo sapiens Neanderthals and nashnomactors co exist in this world ? will it work out ?

Dark. Twisted. Addictive. Zacrom was raised in hell - literally. Born in the ruthless underworld of Hellgate and trained by a secret organization to become a hitman, his life has been an endless stream of murder, money, and mayhem. Now he lives in a luxurious Montieur mansion with four other psychos: a teenage hacker, a seductive serial killer, a cannibal chef, and his blood-brother Axel. His next mission? Infiltrate Willow Hero School and kill Lily Evans - the principal's perfect little daughter with a power she barely knows how to control. Easy, right? But nothing is ever easy when obsession, madness, and twisted desires are involved. Especially when Zacrom's heart doesn't beat for justice - it beats for Meguicula, a mythical killer queen he's dying to be judged by. Welcome to the most fucked-up love story you've ever read.