Powerimbalance Stories

Some boys wear their power like cologne. You smell it before they speak, before they touch anything, before they decide you matter. Krit Ananda was never just a boy. He was Thailand's most deliberate inheritance - carved from his father's empire, polished by expectation, and surrounded by women who knew exactly how to disappear when he finished with them. Everyone at Krungthep International Academy understood the rules of proximity to someone like him. You orbit carefully. You never expect warmth. You never, ever ignore him. Avery Collins didn't get that memo. She arrived as the daughter of two professionals contracted under the Ananda corporate umbrella - not poor, not powerful, not performing. She had a boyfriend she actually liked, a quiet sense of where she stood, and absolutely zero interest in men who confused control with connection. He noticed her the moment she failed to notice him. What follows isn't a love story. Not at first. Not for a long time. It is a slow, deliberate collision between a girl who learned to survive by staying invisible and a boy whose entire identity depends on being seen. Between inherited wealth and earned stillness. Between obsession mistaken for devotion and restraint mistaken for indifference. There are galas, hotel corridors at midnight, and trips to Phuket that look like freedom but function like surveillance. There is a fiancée who calculates everything, a boyfriend who represents every version of safe that stops being enough, and a bad boy who buys everything except the one thing that would actually cost him something. There is a secret that changes the weight with every passing year. And there is the reckoning - quiet, delayed, and inevitable - that neither of them is prepared for. Some wars never announce themselves. They begin. © Relle H.

She changed her name, raised her daughter alone, and built a life from survival and sheer will. Seventeen years later, Dr. Simone Harris is exactly who she fought to become. Then the past walks through her emergency room doors and everything she's protected starts to crack. Joel Ahn left Los Angeles as a teenager exiled by his own family, carrying guilt he never fully named. He came back a decade later with a wife, a hollow feeling, and no idea that the night that broke him also created someone extraordinary. Michelle is sixteen, first chair, and sharp enough to read every room she walks into. She's spent her whole life protecting her mother without knowing the full story of why protection was ever necessary. When the truth finally surfaces, it doesn't arrive gently. It arrives in fluorescent light, in legal documents, at a kitchen table where no one has a script and everyone is too tired to perform. This is a slow-burn, explicit, adult story about three people learning to tell the truth to each other. It contains domestic violence, trauma, parental grief, class and racial power dynamics, and love that arrives not in spite of all of it, but right through the middle. It is not a fast story. It earns everything it has. Mature audiences only. ©️ _RelleLebby_//R. L.

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 wasn't particularly fond of him. there was conflict. steamy. Jisung felt the same. Unfortunately, they were to co- exist with one of another. constant bickering.

TRAMA TROPPO LUNGA, LA TROVATE DENTRO LA STORIA TERZO PILASTRO DEL MULTIVERSO BASATO SU TEMPO, BENE E MALE PILASTRO DEL BENE

Two children were never meant to live each other's lives. Switched at birth, one was raised in wealth-loved, protected, and given everything. The other grew up in suffering-starved, beaten, and forgotten. At the age of twelve, the truth was revealed. He was never their child. The life he endured... was never meant to be his. And somewhere out there, the one who took his place was living the life that should have been his. Years later, everything was returned to its rightful place. The real young master reclaimed his name, his family, and his position. The fake one lost everything. Cast out of the family registry, he became nothing more than an outsider- someone who no longer belonged anywhere. But the man who once had nothing... refused to let him go. "You think this ends just because the truth came out?" A hand tightened around his wrist. "You lived my life for years..." His voice dropped, cold and unreadable. "So now, you'll stay by my side." Not as a brother. But as something far more dangerous. Bound by a past neither of them chose- what began as resentment slowly twists into something deeper... something possessive, something inescapable, something that feels dangerously close to love.

A toxic, codependent love story told across three volumes and nearly two decades, Spiteful Waltz Sonata explores the twisted emotional dance between Saafia Bin and Rinon Xiu. Two flawed, intelligent, and cruelly human souls who only feel alive in each other's presence. Their story is not about redemption. It's about the poison they choose to drink, again and again.

I pinned a poisonous flower to the most dangerous man in the Republic. By morning, the whole country wanted him to love me. Lina Falk only wanted to close the flower shop on time. Then Adrian Vale walked in - the grieving savior of the Republic, beautiful in ceremonial black, ordering funeral lilies for a woman the news still said was alive. She should have asked why. Instead, she gave him a white winter rose. By midnight, the photograph was everywhere. The hero. The flower. The girl who made him look human. His advisors wanted her close. The cameras wanted them in love. The Republic wanted a fairytale. And Adrian looked at Lina like she was the first thing he had ever wanted for himself. Will Adrian Vale burn the world for her... or burn her with it?

Tags: Dead Dove: Do Not Eat. Slow Burn, Power Imbalance, Psychological Horror, Dark Fantasy, Graphic Violence, Graphic Gore, Body Horror, Blood and Gore, Sukuna is a Little Shit, Sukuna is a God, Sukuna is a Monster, Alternate Universe - Heian Period, Reader does Not Have Technique, Sukuna's Original Form, Heian Era Sukuna, Historically Inaccurate (probably), Cannibalism As long as you can remember Mama has always been good with herbs. They would all call her a healer, and travel far for her mixtures and tonics. You followed in her footsteps. Even the one's that lead deep into the dark. Poison. A power in a world you were powerless. Creatures terrorized, and killed. You could see them where you walk, as none others notice. It was your way to be strong. Nothing is left of her but your memories. Taken too soon. All you want is freedom from the world that took her, and you can get it. All you have to do is kill him. The King of Curses. (Be Mindful of the tags. I will probably be tagging as a I go since this story isn't fully devleoped.) This is a fanfiction, I only own original characters. All other rights go to Gege.

When Lila starts acting distant, her possessive boyfriend Finn doesn't take kindly to being ignored. What begins as a simple moment of silence on the couch quickly turns into an intense display of his rough yet worry-tinged affection. As his grip tightens on her thigh, Lila finds herself caught between his demanding touch and the unspoken tension simmering beneath the surface. Is his concern genuine, or is there something darker lurking behind his words?

so hello itz pxn this side and hopes you'd give your precious time over my first ever draft story I think which I've been designing with passion and intensity ,it's my first time 😏 so do judge 😉 😜. you'd love it tooooo much I hope so if you likes dark romance 🌚 , I know guys most of you do right , you loves arrogant alpha dominating egoistic regressive yet obsessive and soft only for his Laila right ,In this story both are fire and ice have unapologetic demeanor that can swallow all frantic things , I'd created ELVISH'S AND PRIYANSHI'S{this name is close to my heart 😉 😜}CHARECTER WITH MY CORE ,TRUST ME GUYS YOU'D LOVE THEM ❤️ 😍 💖, LOVE SAMARTH[ YOU WILL GET INFO MORE] 💙 Mature | 18+ | Toxic Relationship | lawyers | Drug Use | Violence" + trigger warnings[[[ *I'm not fantasizing toxicity ,neither cruelty nor drugs or fling culture it's just for entertainment purpose so don't take it seriously*]]] Character hooks[ it's kind of short notes on Main character , for knowing more plese do follow the story ] ■Elvish Singhal is a textbook Wattpad dark-alpha dream: Tall, bearded, Tom Ford suits, cocaine-addicted, rude, worships her in bed, breaks her phone, cries on his best friend's chest, almost dies trying to save her → He's exactly the kind of flawed, dangerous, redeemable ■Priyanshi is strong enough to not feel like a doormat - very attractive for readers who want heroines with spine. there's some shorts but equally entertaining charecters too you'll be knowing about them in intro part 【Ｔｒｕｓｔ　ｍｅ　ｔｈｉｓ　　ｉｓ　　ｂｏｍｂ　💣】 so followwwwww

Twisted Obsession is a dark mafia romance where love is a weakness and obsession is currency. Adrian Vescari rules his world with control, precision, and fear. He does not fall in love. He owns, protects, destroys. When a woman enters his orbit and refuses to bend, fascination turns into fixation, and fixation into something far more dangerous. Adrian doesn't want her affection. He wants her surrender. Behind him stands Marco Santini, his loyal right-hand man, sharp-witted, observant, and hiding far more than he shows. Loyalty binds him to Adrian, but desire has a way of slipping through the cracks, especially when Lila Costa is involved. She is fire where the mafia demands silence, and her presence threatens to unravel carefully built lines. As alliances shift and enemies circle closer, obsession blurs into possession, loyalty clashes with desire, and love becomes the most dangerous liability of all. In a world where trust is fatal and weakness is exploited, the question is never who will win. It's who will survive loving the wrong person. PROCEED WITH CAUTION.🤭😈 No seriously IT CONTAINS EXPLICIT CONTENT🖤👀

Charlie Swan has spent most of his life suppressing his omeganess In the cold, quiet town of Forks, Washington, being an Omega male (especially the sheriff), is taboo. Its whispered about. Mocked. Treated like a joke. So, naturally, Charlie learned to hide it. He swallowed suppressants like candy, kept his heats locked behind closed doors, and made the town believe he was just another gruff, aging man. He thought he'd live his whole life like that. Alone. Controlled. Invisible. *Until the storm came* A strange crash in the wood while on patrol, unlike anything he'd ever seen. Blue lighting. A Hole in the air. And then.. nothing. When he wakes up, he's no longer in Forks. Hes in Zaun. A city of smoke, metal, fear, and power. And standing over him is Viktor, A high-ranking Alpha, sharp-minded, and hiding a broken body. Viktor hasn't bonded with anyone in years. His biology is frozen, clinical, contained by technology. Until now. Until Charlie. Because when Charlie enters Zaun, something in Viktor's system ignites. Something instinctive. Charlie smells like everything he's never had, and never should want. But Charlie's not some delicate Omega. He spent his whole life fighting his biology, and hes not about to bend over backwards for some sleep deprived tech-lord with a lab full of secrets and golden eyes. Viktor wants to understand him. Protect him. Maybe even.. keep him. BUTT Charlie wants to go home And neither of them know that the bond they've just started to form may be the thing that rips both their worlds apart.

In the world of celestials, power determined everything. For those at the bottom of the hierarchy, life was especially unkind. But perhaps there was a way to escape... but at what costs?

She gave birth to a boy who now calls another woman "Mama." He lives upstairs in silk and sunlight. She stands in the corner in silence and shadow. In a house ruled by money, cruelty, and lies, A Black maid watches her stolen child grow beneath the arms of the woman who took everything. They say she should be grateful. They say he was never hers. But blood remembers what silence cannot.

Humans will always trample over anything lesser without regard. So it will happen with them. Elena inherited an underground fighting ring business for half beasts from her father. Leo is a leopard-human beast. His world spins around Elena and Elena only. Since the day she picked him up from the cruel streets. She offers him a place to stay, for food, for shelter. In exchange, he fights. Rich people gamble on who wins in the fighting ring. And he's her best fighter. He needs her. She needs him. But not in the same way. Disclaimer: Story and plot revolves around unhealthy codependency and an overall toxic and dysfunctional dynamic. Mentions of wounds and violence. Their relationship dynamic is subjected to change later in the story idk where I want to go with this lololol Disclaimer 2: picture on story cover is public domain art because I refuse to use AI or use images without the artist/owner's permission. To my 2 readers, have fun. I highly doubt anyone will be reading this shit so I'm writing for fun and for my own enjoyment

📚 Genre: Dark Romance • Psychological Thriller • Obsession ⚠️ Warnings: Possessive Male Lead, Forced Captivity, Emotional & Psychological Abuse, Forced Marriage, Trauma, Manipulation 📖 Description: Seraphina thought she could outrun the nightmare. But when her lover Damian is slaughtered by Duke Caesar D'Aragon - the man who has loved her with obsession, not affection - she is dragged back in chains to a palace built on roses and blood. Locked in a gilded cage like a pet, Seraphina becomes the prize Caesar refuses to release. To him, her betrayal was unforgivable. Her resistance? A challenge. And her love? Something he will carve into her soul, no matter the cost. She vows to escape. But the more she resists, the deeper he pulls her into his twisted world - a world where vows are weapons, collars replace rings, and love is just another form of control. How far will Caesar go to make her his? And how much of Seraphina will be left when he's done? ---

Boddy x wadsworth clue fanfic. I may add a smut version to this that is not essential to the story, but it will probably be its own fic^_^