Darklove Stories

"I'm not a man of many words... солнышко," he said softly, the Russian endearment curling off his tongue like smoke-sweet, but choking. "Come closer." She hesitated, her body trembling, tears spilling soundlessly down her cheeks. He watched her, the way fear made her small, fragile-beautiful in a broken way. She rose, slow as a confession, and walked to him because something in his smile promised shelter and tasted like a lie. He leaned in, close enough to feel his breath, and I saw the patient cruelty behind his eyes. "Now," he murmured, his voice turning colder, heavier, "tell me... what did you do to make me want to cut your leg?" The room went still, except for her quiet gasps. He tilted his head, studying her face as if searching for the moment she would break. ............................................................... Linda finally gets her big break - a visa sponsorship job at the Lincoln Foundation. She's placed with the Adams family, a kind couple who welcome her with open arms and treat her like the daughter they never had. Their home is beautiful, their hearts warm, and for the first time, Linda feels a sense of belonging. But everything changes the night of a business party hosted by Mr. Adams. There, she meets Arseny - and from that moment, her dream life slowly turns into a haunting nightmare.

"You... you are my destiny... my curse... my end..." Dev's smile was cold victory. He leaned close, whispering against her ear, his breath a cruel caress. "That's it, doll. That's the truth. You're branded now. Your screams, your blood, your words - mine. Forever." The leather slipped from his hand. Arohi collapsed, trembling violently. Her back was torn, raw with lashes, She fell, her knees unable to hold her weight. Dev caught her before she hit the ground. His arms wrapped around her- not gentle, but possessive, claiming. He looked down at the broken girl in his hold, her lashes still glistening with tears. Her lips parted, her voice a shredded whisper. "No more... please... I can't..."

I didn't catch her to kill her. I caught her to keep her. They told me the siren was a monster. A bloodthirsty nightmare that took everything from me twenty-three years ago. So, I did what any sane man would do. I hunted her. I harpooned her. I dragged her out of the salt water and into my world. Now, she's in my house. She lives in a drained swimming pool, dry, cold, and entirely mine. To the scientists, she's a specimen. To the world, she's a myth. But to me? She's my wife. I put a ring on her finger and a hook in her life, and I'm never letting go. I don't want a "happily ever after." I don't want a healthy love. I want to watch her from the dark until she forgets what the ocean feels like. I want to be the only thing she sees when she opens her eyes. I want to break her wild spirit until the only thing left is her devotion to the man who stole her freedom. She thinks she's the predator. She hasn't realized yet that I've been a monster much longer than she has. She's not a guest. She's not a pet. She's MY SOUL. And I've always been very protective of what belongs to me. This books contains trigger warnings *This book is available for free for a limited time on kindle unlimited.*

Ayat Noor's life was perfectly ordinary until the night she saw something she shouldn't have. One moment she was walking home, and the next... she was witnessing a murder. And that's where everything went downhill. Because apparently, witnessing a murder wasn't traumatic enough she also got kidnapped. And when she thought things couldn't possibly get worse, her kidnapper decided she'd make a perfect wife. So yes, Ayat's life didn't just take a turn. It flipped, crashed, and set itself on fire. Now she's trapped in a mansion with a man everyone fears Mr. Mafia himself whose silence speaks louder than his words. But behind his cold eyes lies something even more dangerous than crime... something that might just destroy her heart. Join the crazy journey of innocent Ayat Noor and grumpy Mafia Hadi Feroz where chaos meets love, and destiny laughs in the background.

"I won't marry you," Ishani whispered. Her slap rang through the temple. He only smiled. Blood touched his lip, but his eyes held no pain .... only decision. In one sharp motion, he sliced his palm and dragged the crimson across her forehead. "Done," he said softly. His Gold chain circled her neck. Before she could shout, he lifted her into his arms and walked away. "You were always meant to be mine." (The truth is, Ishani had already agreed to the marriage earlier .... but here, she suddenly backed out.) Trope , # Royal love # Obsession # Toxicity # love # Emotional seen # Romance #Hate # Mistake pregnancy # Age - Gap # Revange # Broken 💔 heart # contract....

Kiara was never the kind of girl who fell for heroes. While others swooned over noble gestures and soft-spoken love interests, she craved something darker - obsession that burned, love that claimed, men who didn't ask for hearts but took them. Her favorite was Reyansh: the ruthless, broken anti-hero of a tragic romance novel who died before he could win the woman he was obsessed with. But when Kiara wakes up in the body of Arina - the wrong woman Reyansh mistakenly married - she finds herself inside the very story she once devoured. Only now, she's not reading it. She's living it. And this time, she won't watch the villain lose. Because Kiara doesn't want to fix the story. She wants to break it. Twist it. Own it. And if she plays her part right... Reyansh won't just love her. He'll never survive without her. --- Reyansh's eyes glinted with a dangerous fire. "It doesn't matter who you are... or what you think. You're mine. You can't leave me, and no one-not even you-can ever take yourself away from me." Arina's chest tightened, a shiver running through her. "You can't... cage me, Reyansh." A cold softness edged his voice, low and unrelenting. "Then let me show you. One chance. I only love you... but if I'm right, I'll never let you go. Ever." Her voice trembled. "I... I don't have a choice, do I?" He didn't answer. He pulled her close, his arms unyielding. She rested against him, a fleeting, secret smile on her lips-one he could never see. And in the silence, Reyansh's obsession darkened, twisting quietly into something inescapable: once he had her, no one-not even life itself-would ever take her away.

Being trapped in her life's countless miseries Kang Seulbi reluctantly accepts the proposal to be a caretaker of a wealthy abnormal heir of the jeons. " Mom! Idk kookie's new wife will sleep with kookie hmph ! " " You're so pretty doll just like a fairie hehe " " You'll not scold or beat kookie right? You know minho is bad he beats kookie look! " _____ " I...am..so h-happy...young master..y-you remembered everything....I-" " Who's she mom? " _____ " Why are you here now ? Just go away from here! " " I won't go from here Kang Seulbi until I take what's mine " He stated confidently eyeing her bloated belly. -- -- -- -- • English isn't my first language so please ignore my grammatical errors. • This book contains gore, violence & some mature contents which may disturb the sensitive readers please read it on your own risk. • Plagiarism of my books is strictly restricted! • Do not promote your books here in the comment section [For authors]

✦ Main Characters Adrian Vale Cold. Calculated. Raised on one truth: "The Marlowe family destroyed us." His father went to prison. Their name was ruined. He grew up on hatred. He perfected patience. Revenge isn't emotion to him. It's architecture. Elena Marlowe Quiet. Intelligent. Soft-spoken but not weak. Daughter of the man Adrian blames. She believes in goodness - especially in her father. She has no idea she's about to fall into a war she never started.

Two powerful brothers rule the fashion world-one cold and controlled, the other reckless and irresistible. Their flawless lives unravel when two middle-class sisters step into their orbit. One is soft and unaware of danger. The other is bold and unbreakable. Attraction turns obsessive. Watching becomes possession. This isn't a love story-it's a dark descent where power replaces love, and not every sin seeks redemption. •°｡ ₊°༺❤︎༻°₊ ｡°•

چیرۆکێکی کوردیە kurdish story چیرۆکەکە باس لەکچێکی ئەندازیار دەکا کە دەزگیراندارە بۆکارێک دێتە گوندێکی زۆر گەورە کەئاغای عەشیرەتێکی زۆر بەناوبانگ لێرەهەبوو کوڕی ئاغا سەرسامدەبێت بەکچە هەمووهەوڵێک دەدات بۆڕازیکردنی بەڵام کەسەتڵیش پڕبوو لێی دەڕژێ کچە هەرعینادی کرد خێزانی هەردوولا ڕازینەبوون بەڵام هەریەکەیان هۆکارێکیان هەبوو چیرۆکەکە ئاڵۆز دەبێت کچەلەسەروی هەموویەوە دەستگیراندارە من کچی شار ئەوکوڕی گوند من25ساڵ ئەو35ساڵ من لەخێزانێکی ڕۆشنبیر ئەولەخێزانێکی دواکەوتو ئێمە پێکەوەناگونجێین هەمووشتێک لەئێمەجیاوازبوو بەڵام تۆکەلەڕەق بووی

"Laila you're messing with the wrong person, I'll get what I want by hook or my crook" said Parth "Try all you want but I'm not your puppet anymore, remember I'm not even linked to you anymore" said Laila confidently "Let's see about that" said Parth with a smirk "I'll have you, what ever it takes I'll do that but you're mine" he said with a smirk "Not in this life, not in your next life, never" she said without backing out "I can get anyone I want but it's you I want and I'll get what i want" he said confident "Let's see you losing bad" said her with confidence "Why did you do this" she asked with quivering lips "Revenge, The same feeling I felt that day should be reciprocated" he said coldly "At what cost, ruining me to ashes when i did nothing to you" she asked with tears streaming down her face "I don't care about you" he said coldly and she started at him numb "So you're abandoning me at this point, after so much" she asked with vulnerability and he smirked, "yes". This night was going to be the worst night of her whole life and he'll make sure that she regrets every action she ever took, she felt helpless against him. "Your nose looked cute, being all red from crying" her said and touched her nose. "You came out the room hysterically crying and sat in the bench, your lips were quivering and I wanted to capture them so badly but I didn't" he said and paused. "But now I can" her said and captured her now quivering lips. "Tastes like what's mine" said him and caressed her now bleeding lips. When some promises engulfs your life venomously

" 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐈 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐛𝐨𝐭𝐡 𝐨𝐟 𝐮𝐬, " 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐟𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐲 𝐡𝐲𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐜 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐈 𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐫𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐩𝐞 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐝𝐨𝐰 𝐨𝐟 𝐩𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐬𝐢𝐧 𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐞𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐞. . . . " 𝐍𝐨 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐄𝐤𝐚𝐤𝐬𝐡, " 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝, 𝐩𝐢𝐞𝐫𝐜𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐤𝐧𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐲 𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐞𝐫𝐮𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐳𝐳𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠.

Dr. Nitya Sherma is everything the city clings to-soft-spoken, moral, steady. A family doctor of a powerful politician, she's known for bringing the people out of death and people who wants to get red of the polution wants the doctor dead who is keeping him alive but she is also the only eye witnesses of all the crimes they are doing that she holds all the secrets aginst them and now they want her dead Rudraksh The man who is hired to kill her and the politiion doesn't feel guilt, fear, or mercy-only purpose. The most dangerous mob leader in the criminal underworld, he has ended men for far less than a whispered threat. But the night she stitches a bullet wound on his skin and speaks to him like he's human, something in him breaks- or wakes. He was supposed to end her life. Instead, he becomes obsessed with protecting it. Now every other assasin beside him ends up in ditch Every threat is erased in blood. Every secret she uncovers pulls her deeper into the man she should fear-but doesn't. She is light he can't touch. He is darkness she thinks she can understand. And when she finally learns the truth-that the man who keeps showing up hurt and quiet and loyal is the same one who was ordered to kill her-it's already too late. Because Rudraksh has chosen his side. Hers. Always. Even if it means burning his empire to ash. A doctor who believes in saving lives. A mob leader who would destroy the world for hers. A love twisted, tender, and terrifying enough to ruin them both. If you love morally grey anti-heroes, dangerous obsession, forbidden tenderness, and the kind of love that feels like a crime... this story will own you.

She hated the ending. So fate threw her into the story. Vanya Sharma wakes up in 1987, inside a book she once swore she could rewrite. Now trapped in the world of India's most feared mafia king, Arnav Singh Rayzada, she's forced to survive as a maid in a mansion full of secrets, danger, and men who don't follow the script. And the problem is .....the story is changing, characters are different. With chaos, secrets, and fate working against her, Vanya must decide whether she can rewrite a story that refuses to stay still... or if the story will rewrite her instead. Because some endings are meant to be broken.

❝𝗦𝗵𝗲 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝗳𝗼𝗿𝗰𝗲𝗱 𝗶𝗻𝘁𝗼 𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗹𝗱, 𝗵𝗲 𝘁𝘂𝗿𝗻𝗲𝗱 𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗶𝗻𝘁𝗼 𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗿𝗲𝗹𝗶𝗴𝗶𝗼𝗻.❞ 𝐈𝐁𝐀𝐃𝐀𝐓━𝙒𝙤𝙧𝙨𝙝𝙞𝙥/𝘿𝙚𝙫𝙤𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣. 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠:- 17-1-26 𝐄𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠:-

Mischievous man walking to catch his lady

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.... A story about a college student Sophia Levine who wakes up to find out she's now a graduate, and married to a stranger she knew only for a few months. Doubts in her mind, she starts to peel back the layers of the enigma that is Leonardo Alexis. What do the layers reveal? What happened the dreadful night she lost her memories? .... Heyy an amateur this side, do give this story a shot! Any constructive criticism regarding the writing, plot, the story in general is appreciated :)