EMPIRE OF DARKNESS
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She was born from chaos-Valentina De Santis, the mafia heiress with blood-soaked hands and a crown carved from cruelty. Raised by the devil and trained by Death Wish herself, she isn't just feared-she is fear.
"I don't start wars," Valentina whispered, her blade tracing his jaw. "I end bloodlines."
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He was born from control-Vihaan Mehra, the nation's most ruthless lawyer. Cold. Calculated. Untouchable. A man who's built his empire on discipline and rules-rules he's never broken. Until her*.
They come from different worlds.
Different codes.
Different kinds of darkness.
"You think I'm scared of monsters?" Vihaan smirked. "I've buried worse beneath courtrooms and coffins."
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When Valentina sets her eyes on Vihaan, it's not love-it's possession. And when he dares to reject her, he thinks the storm will pass.
But she isn't a storm.
She's the apocalypse wrapped in silk.
"I'm not yours," Vihaan growled. "I don't belong to anyone."
Valentina's eyes darkened, her voice a whisper dipped in venom. "Then I'll rip the world apart-limb by limb-until there's nothing left for you to belong to... except me."
When the mafia's deadliest princess becomes obsessed with her own destruction-
Who will survive when control faces chaos, and obsession demands blood?
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CURRENTLY EDITING SOME CHAPTERS, SO APOLOGIES IF ANYTHING DOESNT QUITE ADD UP YET! (You may notice a few inconsistencies while I work on it, but everything will be fixed once the edits are complete. Thank you for your patience!) She wanted to see the world. Instead, she became a prisoner of the man who rules the shadows. He kidnapped her because he thought she knew too much. She knew nothing. Now she has two choices: work for the man who stole her freedom - or die. -- "I can see it, you know," he continues, his voice as smooth and dangerous as the edge of a blade. "The fear you're trying so hard to hide. The way your hands tremble ever so slightly, the way your breath catches in your throat when I'm close like this." My hands instinctively curl into fists at my sides, nails digging into my palms as I struggle to maintain control. He tilts his head, studying me like a predator sizing up its prey, his proximity suffocating. "You should be scared," he says, the words laced with an unsettling certainty. "Because when I'm done with you, there won't be anything left of that defiance you're so proud of." A shiver runs down my spine. "I've faced worse than you," I manage to grit out, though my voice is barely above a whisper. "And I'm still standing." His lips curve into a sinister smile, a glint of something dark and twisted flashing in his eyes. "We'll see how long that lasts." "Let's go." "No." --Complete
Revenge Wears Red |
♡𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝟏𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐟 "𝐑𝐞𝐝 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬"♡ 𓂃˖˳·˖ ִֶָ ⋆🌷͙⋆ ִֶָ˖·˳˖𓂃 ִֶָ 𝘿𝙚𝙠𝙝 𝙡𝙤 𝙠𝙝𝙪𝙙 𝙠𝙤 𝙩𝙪𝙢 ~ 𝘼𝙖𝙣𝙠𝙝𝙤𝙣 𝙢𝙚𝙞𝙣 𝙢𝙚𝙧𝙞, 𝙖𝙖𝙣𝙠𝙝𝙤𝙣 𝙢𝙚𝙞𝙣 𝙢𝙚𝙧𝙞~ ╰┈➤𝙑𝙞𝙝𝙖𝙖𝙣 𝙎𝙝𝙚𝙠𝙝𝙖𝙬𝙖𝙩 𝙓 𝘼𝙖𝙧𝙖𝙫𝙞 𝘼𝙝𝙡𝙖𝙬𝙖𝙩 She was fire. He was the storm destined to consume her. When Aaravi-fierce, fearless, and the daughter of one of the most powerful mobs-meets Vihaan, a dangerous enigma wrapped in chaos, sparks don't just fly, they burn. With one swift motion, he pins her against a wall, a threat on his lips: "Don't forget, I'm your death warrant. I can fck the life out of you."* But she doesn't flinch. Her graceful eyes hold his gaze, defiant and inviting. "Maybe I'm getting obsessed with my death warrant," she whispers, knowing she's treading dangerous ground. Vihaan's hand fists her hair, tilting her head back. "You're making a mistake, minx." "No, I'm not." And that's all it takes-for him to crush his lips against hers in a kiss that screams obsession, rage, and a twisted need neither of them can escape. Enemies, yet something deeper ties them. Lust, power, hate... and something far more destructive.Complete
Avni : His Silent Light
He held up his hands, trying to sound casual, but the sight stopped her cold-blood smeared across his fingers, dark and fresh. "Relax, it's nothing," he said smoothly, his voice trying to soothe, but her heart pounded in stark disbelief. Her eyes widened, fixed on the crimson stains, a silent scream caught in her throat. Horror dripped from every glance. "Nothing? You killed him," she whispered, voice barely steady, trembling with a mixture of fear and accusation. "You're a murderer." He scoffed, a cold shadow flickering in his unreadable eyes. "Don't insult me wifey. I'm above that." The weight of his words pressed down like a guillotine as she steadied herself, voice sharp with defiance. "I'll tell everyone. I won't marry you." A slow, cruel smile curved his lips as he leaned in, his breath ghosting against her ear like a deadly promise. "Will you? Go ahead-tell everyone. I'll destroy everything you hold dear, just like your telling would destroy mine. We'll go down together." He leaned closer, his voice dropping to a chilling whisper. "And as for not marrying me... oh wifey , you don't get to choose. You'll be mine-whether it's in a wedding dress, or buried in a legend". He wasn't supposed to pull her in-didn't even understand why he was drawn to her. She wasn't the most beautiful, but something beneath the surface called to him. A ruthless heir haunted by betrayal, he never let strangers close... yet he craved to keep her. ☆☆☆☆
My Tormentor
(CAPTURED SERIES #1) "Don't defy me Bella submit yourself to me." he said in a threatening voice. She was shocked at how stubborn he is and not even trying to understand her vulnerability. "No I'll never do this. I don't want this, please." She cried out this time joining her hands in front of him and also trying to clutch her dress. "You have to because I bought you and I can do whatever I want with you." He evilly smirked while gazing up and down at her and her gaze again went to her cleavage and now she was looking like a irresistible temptress to him without doing anything. "Please you are not my soulmate, my forever love." she said sobbing out again trying to make him understand. 'What is this nonsense soulmate or forever love?' he thought and scoffed loudly. These things are nothing to him and now it will not matter for her too because he the one who will matter for her now. He strode towards her and held her jaw in a tight grip and gritted his teeth. "There is nothing like that. Forever is a lie and even there is something like this I'll be that for you. " He spat at her aggressively not even liking a bit that she will be with someone else. "No leave me please I beg you." she pleaded him again and now it made him go crazy knowing why she is resisting him because she thinks he is not his soulmate or his lover. Even if any soulmate of her is out there he will not let him be alive. He will kill him with his own bare hands and give him that much painful death that any man will think hundred times to even lay their eyes on her. "Yes you will beg me to don't stop after I'll fuck you till your submission." He said and left her jaw throwing her on the bed. *** An innocent girl Isabella Campbell is abducted and sold to the Italian mafia boss. Nicholas Pierce the Italian mafia boss bought and kept her with him without her will. But her everything starts attracting him towards her. What will he do when suddenly he starts feeling something for her?Complete
𝐓𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐌𝐚𝐟𝐢𝐚 𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐠
"A king bows to no one." "Weakness invites betrayal." "Respect is earned through fear, not kindness." "I would rather burn the world than kneel before anyone." Viktor Schwarz the mafia king of Europe built his empire on blood, silence, and fear, killed without mercy, and trusted no one.. He doesn't believe in love. He doesn't trust softness. And he sure as hell doesn't kneel. Until her. Avira Malhotra lived in a world of rules, traditions, and carefully guarded innocence. The daughter of a billionaire, she knew how to walk with grace-but never with danger at her heels. Until a forced marriage with a ruthless German mafia king shatters everything she thought she knew. She was never meant to enter his world. But now that she has-he's never letting her go. She wasn't part of the plan-but now she's the only one who can bring him to his knees. She was supposed to be a pawn. Sweet. Obedient. Easy to control. But she walked in with fire in her eyes and chaos in her heart. She is none of those things. Now, with secrets closing in, enemies lurking in shadows, and betrayal tightening its grip, Viktor must make a choice: protect the empire he built... or the woman who's taming the monster within. In a world of blood and power, love was never part of the plan. But fate doesn't ask for permission.![ANGEL Under The DEVIL's Claws [18+]✓](https://img.wattpad.com/cover/321211689-256-k118487.jpg)
ANGEL Under The DEVIL's Claws [18+]✓
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Devoted Obsession - One And Only His
"She married a man born of bullets and betrayal. And he claimed a bride who bleeds innocence like sin." Shanaya Gupta was the kind of girl men prayed for but devils hunted. Too sweet for the world she was forced into, too soft for the bed of a man who only knew how to ruin. Ishaan Singhania doesn't love. He possesses. And when he ripped her from the altar of a man unworthy of her skin, he didn't ask-he took. A forced wedding. A blood-stained sindoor. Now she sleeps beside the devil himself, unaware she married the reason the world burns. She's terrified of the dark. But he is the dark. And he doesn't care if she trembles when he touches her... as long as she never stops looking at him like he isn't a monster. But monsters get greedy. And when the sweetness he meant to destroy starts healing the hollow inside him, he begins to crave her. Protect her. Own her. Even if it means burning down everything-including her. She was supposed to be his weakness. Instead, she became his favorite sin. But when secrets bleed and scars resurfaces, when innocence meets obsession- what happens when the monster doesn't want to let his sunshine go? Enemies in a wedding bed. strangers tangles in fate. and a love so dark, it devours them both. A brutal, filthy, and painfully intimate descent into love, obsession, and the kind of darkness that doesn't ask for permission-it devours. This isn't a love story. This is a war. And she's both the prize and the battlefield.
𝐒𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐨𝐫 ║ 𝐊𝐞𝐬𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐲𝐚 𝟏: 𝐑𝐚𝐤𝐭 𝐃𝐮𝐞𝐭 𝟏 ║ 𝐎𝐧𝐠𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠
「 ✦ 𝐀𝐫𝐲𝐚𝐧 ✦ 」 "𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞'𝐬 𝐚 𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐦𝐞, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐞'𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐰𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮." When my father arranged my wedding to my enemy, I refused. Marriage was never part of the plan. My plan was to hate her and possibly fuck her. I didn't want more, nor did I expect it. Until her mistake changed everything. I offer her a deal. They say never make deals with a madman. He takes everything. 「 ✧ 𝐊𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐤 ✧ 」 "𝐆𝐨𝐝, 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐨𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐢𝐬... 𝐏𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐜." My childhood's most cherished dreams have turned into my adulthood's nightmares. Trust is a luxury I no longer have. And my father has arranged my marriage to my enemy. I needed to keep the Phantoms from taking me again. I accepted his deal. I want to find some comfort in my hellish life. After all, your enemy can never bring you solace. 𝐑𝐄𝐕𝐈𝐄𝐖𝐒 goosshhh your writing is too good... loving it already 💕 - sakshiihskas Damn good your storyline is❤️ - yxtshv5d6v6e Honoured to read such a beautiful, stunning frame of mind that writes to the soul. Thank you - pupzed You're a good writer. It was definitely different but interesting - jasminecabell *𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐄 𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐂𝐊 𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐆𝐄𝐑 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒* *𝐃𝐔𝐀𝐋 𝐏𝐎𝐕*
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𝐃𝐄𝐕𝐎𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍
"I've been to Paris many times before but this time I found 𝑀𝑦 Love in the city of love." 𝑹𝒖𝒕𝒉𝒍𝒆𝒔𝒔. 𝑨𝒓𝒓𝒐𝒈𝒂𝒏𝒕. 𝑼𝒏𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒈𝒊𝒗𝒊𝒏𝒈. These are the words the world uses to describe 𝑨𝒃𝒉𝒊𝒎𝒂𝒂𝒏 𝑺𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒉 𝑹𝒂𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒓𝒆-a man cloaked in power and darkness. The devil in disguise, wearing the face of an angel. His name alone sends shivers down the spines of his enemies... and even his own blood dares not cross him. Feared by many. Respected by all. The billionaire CEO. The merciless Mafia King. He never believed in love. He never intended to fall. But the moment his icy blue gaze met her warm honey eyes- he fell to his knees... and he's stayed there ever since. 𝑬𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚 𝒅𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒍 𝒉𝒂𝒔 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒘𝒆𝒂𝒌𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒔𝒉𝒆'𝒔 𝒉𝒊𝒔. 𝑯𝒊𝒔 𝒐𝒃𝒔𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒐𝒏. 𝑯𝒊𝒔 𝒒𝒖𝒆𝒆𝒏. 𝑯𝒊𝒔 𝒐𝒏𝒍𝒚 𝒆𝒙𝒄𝒆𝒑𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏. Graceful. Fierce. Unapologetically kind. She is 𝐀𝐤𝐚𝐧𝐤𝐬𝐡𝐚 𝐑𝐚𝐣𝐯𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐡, the only daughter of the royal Rajvansh family, the golden girl of Rajasthan. A self-made fashion mogul, CEO of the luxury brand Desire. Adored by all, protected like a treasure. With a smile that could calm storms and a presence that demanded loyalty, she was beauty wrapped in fire. And when her honeyed gaze met those stormy blue orbs, she didn't just see a man- she saw her destiny. The world calls him a monster. But to her, he is simply Maan. Her home. Her protector. Her madness. "𝐿𝑜𝑣𝑖𝑛𝑔 ℎ𝑖𝑚 𝑓𝑒𝑙𝑡 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑑𝑟𝑜𝑤𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑖𝑛 𝑠𝑢𝑛𝑙𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡... 𝑤𝑎𝑟𝑚, 𝑔𝑜𝑙𝑑𝑒𝑛, 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑖𝑚𝑝𝑜𝑠𝑠𝑖𝑏𝑙𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑠𝑢𝑟𝑣𝑖𝑣𝑒 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎout
CURRENTLY EDITING SOME CHAPTERS, SO APOLOGIES IF ANYTHING DOESNT QUITE ADD UP YET! (You may notice a few inconsistencies while I work on it, but everything will be fixed once the edits are complete. Thank you for your patience!) She wanted to see the world. Instead, she became a prisoner of the man who rules the shadows. He kidnapped her because he thought she knew too much. She knew nothing. Now she has two choices: work for the man who stole her freedom - or die. -- "I can see it, you know," he continues, his voice as smooth and dangerous as the edge of a blade. "The fear you're trying so hard to hide. The way your hands tremble ever so slightly, the way your breath catches in your throat when I'm close like this." My hands instinctively curl into fists at my sides, nails digging into my palms as I struggle to maintain control. He tilts his head, studying me like a predator sizing up its prey, his proximity suffocating. "You should be scared," he says, the words laced with an unsettling certainty. "Because when I'm done with you, there won't be anything left of that defiance you're so proud of." A shiver runs down my spine. "I've faced worse than you," I manage to grit out, though my voice is barely above a whisper. "And I'm still standing." His lips curve into a sinister smile, a glint of something dark and twisted flashing in his eyes. "We'll see how long that lasts." "Let's go." "No." --
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