Toxicromance Stories

Married by arrangement. Loved in silence. Talia Scott was never meant to be seen-only tolerated. Bound to a man who never loved her, she endured pain quietly... until secrets, betrayal, and an unexpected life force her to choose herself. A dark romance where silence hurts louder than words.

He saved her life. Then he locked her away. When Aster Hale is found bleeding and barefoot on a snowy highway with no memory of what she's running from, she wakes up in a stranger's mansion-an architectural marvel of glass, steel, and silence. Her rescuer is Roman Vale, a reclusive billionaire with a gaze like winter frost and hands too gentle for a man with blood on them. He tells her she's safe. He tells her he saved her. He never tells her why the doors don't open from the inside. As Aster slowly recovers, the fragments of her past start clawing back-nightmares, a fire, a name whispered like a curse. But it's Roman who haunts her most. His kindness is laced with threats. His eyes linger too long. His obsession runs deeper than devotion. He knows exactly who she is. He knows what she's done. And now, he's going to make her remember-every lie, every betrayal, every scream she forgot. But the truth? The truth is the most dangerous cage of all.

Glaring sharpened daggers right at me, he said, "If I win this game, you will get the fuck out of my house." I looked at the board, biting my lips "And if I win?" He laughed. "Oh, girl, I haven't even considered that," He licked his lips. "Cause the board is mine." And by the time the game was a draw, his hands were in my hair and his lips on my neck, whispering weakly, "And only I get to touch what's mine like that." Without even meaning to, kissed him back. But shame and ego puddled inside me like a rainy day. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Hridhi Chatterjee ][ Advik Dey Academic rivals since middle school. She is a crime journalist. He is a doctor. Both stubborn. Both brilliant. Both unwilling to lose. Their families force them into marriage. Now they have to pretend to be a perfect couple while hating each other under the same roof. And when someone from Hridhi's past returns with blackmail and danger, their fake marriage becomes the only thing keeping them alive.

"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

​Ten years ago, Elara was adopted by the Alpha of the Stormfang Pack and was destined to choose one of his five sons as her mate. However, the five brothers fall for a manipulative omega maid named Jenny, who schemes to humiliate and torment Elara. ​Heartbroken and exhausted, Elara publicly rejects her mate bond with the five brothers on her eighteenth birthday and announces her engagement to the mysterious and powerful Lycan Prince, Xavier Lockhart. ​As the brothers finally uncover Jenny's deception and desperately try to win Elara back, they realize it is too late. Elara finds her true mate in Xavier, breaking his deadly curse, and moves on to a new life, leaving her painful past behind.

"კიდევ ერთხელ თუ ჩამიშლი პრეზენტაციას, გეფიცები, აღარ გაცოცხლებ!" გაცეცხლებული ეუბნება ნიკო ანდრიას, რომლის სახეზეც სინანული არ ამოიკითხებოდა. ანდრიამ ჩაიცინა ბოროტულად და ირონიულად უპასუხა: "მსიამოვნებს ასეთს რომ გხედავ, ნერვებ აშლილს, ეგრეც ვიცოდი, რომ შენი იდეალური ბიჭის ნიღაბი დიდხანს ვერ გაძლებდა" გაუს ეზოში ყოველთვის დგას ქაოსი, მოსაწევი სივრცე ყოველთვის სტუდენტებით არის დატვირთული, მაგრამ იმ დღეს ჰაერში რაღაც სხვა იგრძნობოდა - დაძაბულობა, რომელსაც თითქმის ყველა გრძნობდა. ნიკო და ანდრია ერთმანეთს უყურებდნენ, არცერთი არ ცდილობდა მზერის შეწყვეტას. ორივემ იცოდა, რომ მათი კავშირი მხოლოდ სიძულვილით არ განისაზღვრებოდა, არამედ ეს რაღაც უფრო მეტი იყო, რაღაც რაც მათთვის ჯერ კიდევ გაურკვეველი იყო.

"If I keep you, Elena, I'm never letting you go. I will ruin you for anyone else." "Then ruin me." Elena My brother stole from the wrong people, and now he's running for his life. To save him, I have to make a deal with the devil himself. Julian Vance. He's the city's golden heir by day, and its most dangerous monster by night. He thinks I'm just a good girl playing bad. He thinks he can break me. But I'll do whatever it takes to protect my family-even if it means walking straight into the lion's den. Julian She walked into my club looking like a saint and smelling like trouble. Elena thinks she can negotiate with me. She thinks her pretty words can pay off her family's debts. But I don't want money. I want her. She thinks she can handle the dark, but she has no idea how addictive the chaos can be. Now that she's in my world, I'm never letting her leave.

Become "not boring" in bed. The first step in Liv's nerd-to-hot-party-girl transformation is the hardest one. And if she's going to do it, she's doing it right. Enter Asher Reyes, resident bad boy, heartbreaker, and the guy who- well, rumors are he's been to juvie. (It's a joke of course). The deal is simple. • He teaches. • She learns. That's it. ... Right?

Behind neon lights and champagne towers lies a hidden empire of private clubs, illegal casinos, blackmail, and mafia money. At the center of it all stands Velvet House - the city's most exclusive underground club owned by the feared De Luca crime family. After his older brother vanishes owing millions to dangerous people, Kai Arden has only one option left: become him. Using Adrian Arden's identity, Kai enters Velvet House undercover to uncover the truth behind his brother's disappearance and repay a debt that could get him killed. His plan is simple: find answers, survive the mafia, and never get emotionally involved. Then he meets Nikolai De Luca. The youngest De Luca heir is cold, violent, and dangerously beautiful - a man raised in a world where weakness gets destroyed. Nikolai has never wanted another man before. Until Adrian. What begins as curiosity quickly turns into obsession. Because Adrian doesn't behave like the others in Velvet House. He fights back. Challenges him. Looks at Nikolai without fear. And the more Nikolai tries to control the attraction consuming him, the worse it becomes. Soon he can't stop: watching Adrian through security cameras, getting jealous when clients touch him, starting fights over him, or imagining things he absolutely should not want. Meanwhile Kai is drowning in lies. The deeper he investigates Velvet House, the more horrifying the truth becomes: boys are disappearing, secrets are being sold, and someone inside the De Luca empire knows exactly what happened to Adrian. The worst part? It might be Nikolai. .

He carved the Empire at the tip of his blade, waging endless war upon his enemies for years, only to return home to the betrayal of his Emperor Father who wishes to proclaim his younger son as the Crown prince, all things are ruined further when the bastard is forced into a marriage with a priestess. but the Succession wars are inevitable. and nothing can stop the Bastard Emperor From rising. He will burn the world for what belongs to him...

Love wasn't supposed to feel like this. Fricelda "Fria" Vergara thought love meant holding on, that if she loved hard enough, forgave enough, and became exactly what he needed, Anjo Lorenzo would finally love her the way she deserved. But love should never feel like walking on eggshells. It shouldn't feel like waiting for an apology that never comes. It shouldn't feel like forgetting who you are just to survive. For years, Fria convinced herself that she was lucky to have him-until the night she realized she was only surviving him. With a suitcase full of fear and a heart that doesn't know how to beat without him, she runs. But leaving isn't the hardest part. It's the nights where the silence feels heavier than his words ever did. It's the memories that don't leave, the scars no one else can see. It's learning how to exist after breaking free. And when Anjo finds her again, whispering promises that sound dangerously like love, Fria must make a choice. To fall back into the arms that once destroyed her. Or to finally choose herself-even if she doesn't know how. 💔 A deeply emotional, raw, and gripping story about survival, healing, and finding your way back to yourself after losing everything. 🔹 Read now if you love: ✔️ Toxic love stories that leave a mark ✔️ Characters who are broken but fighting ✔️ A slow-burn journey of healing and self-discovery ✔️ The kind of book that lingers in your heart long after the last page 📖 Start reading Chapter 1: A Bruise No One Can See now.

Jaylin seems to have it all - a thriving career as a celebrity hairstylist in sunny Orlando, a beautiful home, and most of all, her three-year-old daughter Seoni, the light of her life. To the world, she's living her dream. But beneath the surface, love remains the one chapter she's too afraid to reopen. Since becoming a mother, Jaylin has guarded her heart - not out of bitterness, but out of protection. She refuses to bring just any man into her life, especially not around her daughter. Her standards are high, and her fears even higher. Will a man ever truly accept her and her child? Then there's Justin - Seoni's father. Though they never had a stable relationship, he's remained present, loving, and supportive. As he slowly begins to reappear in Jaylin's life, old feelings start to resurface. Could the one who once walked away... be the one she was meant to love all along? Torn between her past and future, her fears and desires, Jaylin must decide: Is she ready to open her heart again? And if so, will it be for someone new - or for the one who's been there all along?

Her father built an empire on silence and steel. When they killed him, they expected her to grieve quietly and disappear. They miscalculated. Corren Vale does not mourn in public. She does not collapse in private. She identifies every person who smiled at her father's funeral while holding the knife that put him in the ground, and she begins, methodically, to remove them. Chicago does not belong to the grieving. It belongs to whoever is willing to do what no one else will stomach. Corren has always known that. She just never thought she would have to prove it this publicly, or this permanently. Nico DeLuca is not an ally. He is not a partner. He is a problem she cannot solve without creating a worse one. Son of a Mafia captain, raised between old money and street violence, he operates on instinct and appetite. He has never once been told no by anyone who survived the conversation. He believes she is a liability dressed in a nice coat. She believes he will burn everything she is trying to build. They are both right. The city is watching. The bodies are accumulating. And somewhere beneath the war, beneath the posturing and the gunfire and the rooms that smell like iron and expensive cologne, something is developing between them that neither of them has a name for and both of them recognize as catastrophic. No Mercy Avenue is a mature dark romance set in the criminal underground of Chicago: violence, power, obsession, and the cost of inheriting a throne built on blood. ©️ RelleLebby // R. L.

Prologue They say you never forget your first love. But what if your first love never wanted to let go... and you were the one who had to walk away? Deivo was never just a boy he was my calm. A soft voice in a world full of noise. He never hurt me. Never lied. Never gave me a reason to doubt the way he held me like I was the only thing that made sense. But love isn't always enough. Not when the world or in our case, his mother decides we aren't meant to be. She didn't tear us apart. She just stood there and made sure I'd be the one who did. So I let him go. Not because I wanted to. Because I loved him too much to watch him break. And just when I thought I couldn't feel again... Velric D'Angelo happened. He's everything Deivo wasn't. Silent. Mysterious. Dangerous, even. He doesn't smile much but when he does, it's like he's hiding a thousand secrets behind it. And yet, something about him pulls me in like gravity I never asked for. He's beautiful in the kind of way that ruins people. And maybe I want to be ruined. Because now I'm standing at the edge of something I don't understand a love that feels like a lie, a truth that hides behind his touch, and a past that still whispers Deivo's name when I close my eyes. This isn't a love triangle. It's a war between what was gentle and what might destroy me. And I'm not sure which one I'm hoping wins.

A young girl goes into 7th grade, she grew up poor and doesn't have the best middle school. She has a few friends, but one, she has taken an EXTREME liking to during the summer. (I'm just gonna warn you now, there's gonna be some nsfw here but not till like chapter 6 or l8r)

Vous êtes vous déjà demandé comment ce serait passé l'histoire de Raiponce, si Flynn n'avait pas été gentil ? Cette fanfiction est écrite sous forme de fable et est un travail que nous avons réalisé en LLCE et on ne veut pas avoir fait tout ça pour rien (lisez svp) Version FR par Zoé D. Version EN par Clémence V.

In a world of illegal street races, underground deals, and dangerous men, Willow is a reckless, sharp-tongued biker girl with nothing to lose and everything to prove. New to the city, broke as hell, and running from ghosts she won't talk about, the only thing she trusts is the throttle under her grip and the bike between her legs. When a late-night street race puts her face to face with Morana a ruthless, cold-blooded mafia boss who controls the underground racing scene a collision course is set. He's power, danger, and obsession wrapped in a suit. She's defiance, fire, and attitude wrapped in leather. Neither of them plays nice. Both of them have secrets. And in a world where trust gets you killed and desire is just another weapon, they're about to find out what happens when silk meets flame. Fast bikes. Dirty money. Savage lust. This isn't a love story. It's a war.

She thought it was a soft launch into something real. Turns out, she was just a pit stop. A 5-minute read For anyone who's ever romanticized the wrong person

Two K-pop groups. One $20 million prize. Zero privacy. When BTS and BLACKPINK are forced to live together at an elite off-grid performance camp to compete in a high-stakes reality show, the world watches their every move. But behind the cameras, something much deeper-and far more dangerous-is unfolding. Secret romances begin to spark. Anonymous letters threaten to expose everything. And when the show's challenges turn from dramatic to deadly, it becomes clear: Someone inside the camp doesn't want them to survive the spotlight. In a world where love is a scandal and the cameras never sleep... trust is the ultimate risk.