Dominance Stories

The story of a man who enjoys asserting his dominance on every woman he gets in bed with, join Ayato in his sexual rollercoaster as he has all the fun a man could ever ask for.

He always shows his dominance and she always obeys him. And the terror he evoked within her can never be erased. The feeling of fright resides deep within her fragile and fatuous soul. He shattered her into millions pieces with his cruel demeanor. The only one who can remove and elicit them from her is Him. Will he ever take pity upon her and save her? Or he's gonna shatter her with his cruelty? Ester Willows, is a delusional, vulnerable and optimistic girl who believes that everything would be alright and believing that stupid delusion of hers she marries him and is willing to cross every limit to work her marriage out. Desmond La Corte, a cruel and cold hearted person. He is a man with a heart made of stone, he is very proficient in masking his real emotions by his menacing attitude and he is trying his best to annul his marriage. Two different personalities and with two different purposes. How are they gonna work their marriage out?

On the day she was meant to vow forever, Eden ran. Fear in her heart, shame in her soul, and a secret growing inside her-one she can't bear Roman to know. A child that may not be his. But Roman Virelli doesn't forgive. He doesn't forget. And he doesn't let go of what's his. He will find her. He will claim her. He will break every wall she hides behind until there is nowhere left to run. In a world where desire cuts deeper than pain, Eden must face her darkest truth... Because surrendering to him might be the only way to survive him.

This is a collection of short romantic stories. each one takes you to an other world, hope you like it as i will not say much about it. and one more thing. since i am from Afghanistan so my stories are based on afghan cultures as well. hope you like it. enjoy reading.

Aela's grip is iron. Warm, fierce, trembling ever so slightly with leftover adrenaline. Your back hits a stone pillar behind you, but she doesn't relent. You feel her body crush into yours: weight and muscle and breath, pressed full-length against you as if she's still fighting something, as if grasping you is the only way to ground herself. Her eyes meet yours. And she stops holding back. _____________________________________________ Aela the Huntress is sharp, distant, and impossible to read - a shield-sister who keeps her space and never explains herself. But when you're paired on hunts, something shifts. Glances linger. Instructions turn personal. Protection comes faster than it should. As danger on the plains grows and old instincts stir, you begin to realize that Aela's watchfulness isn't just duty. And whatever she's fighting inside herself... it's starting to reach for you. Updates Tuesdays and Fridays. All characters and settings belong to their respective owners. This story is a work of fanfiction written for fun.

Would you trade your freedom... for the power to belong at the top?

She was never meant to survive. The night her world burned, Layla ran; driven by her mother's final command echoing through blood and snow. She didn't understand what was happening... only that something was hunting them. Something that didn't belong. By the time the screams faded, everything she knew was gone. Alone, wounded, and too young to understand loss, Layla learns to survive in a world that shows no mercy. Hunger becomes her shadow. Pain becomes her teacher. And trust... something she buries deep beneath her claws. But the past doesn't stay buried. Because somewhere out there, the night she escaped did not end. Whispers linger. Tracks are followed. And though Layla does not yet understand it... something remembers her. As Layla grows, so does the world around her, and it is anything but peaceful. She finds herself caught in a brutal conflict between a powerful lion pride, the Sun Pride, and a ruthless hyena clan led by a massive, terrifying male who rules through fear and blood. Territories are breaking. Loyalties are shifting. And war is no longer a distant threat; it's everywhere. In the middle of it all stands Layla. An outsider. A survivor. A storm waiting to happen. Haunted by fragments of her past and driven by a quiet, burning rage, she must decide where she stands... in a world that is tearing itself apart. Because this time... running won't be enough.

"I'LL BE THE ONLY SKIN YOU'LL EVER NEED. I'm your beginning and your end." he spat these words, anger flooding his voice, as he pressed me harder against the wall. I tried to push him away to create some space between us, but he was too determined. My kicks struck his shins without budging him and all I got in return was a low amused grunt that rolled against my forehead. "Stop," he murmured. His hands seized my wrists and pinned them above my head. I turned my face away. "Look at me" His hand closed around my jaw, his thumb stroking my lower lip with such slowness that he seemed to taste my resistance before devouring it. He turned my face toward his and pressed his pelvis against mine, as I felt the hardness of his desire through the fabric of our clothes. He held me tighter, sliding his thigh between mine, and I had to grip his chest to keep from collapsing under his weight. Then he pressed his hand against my lips before whispering to me: "Honey, you need to understand that even if I'm away, you are mine." With these words, his other hand slid to my waist and gripped it tenderly. "Your blood, your soul, your suffering. Everything is mine." All I could do was tremble beneath his touch. Then he said to me: "I'll cage you between my hands and my legs" He was looking for refuge. He still has no idea what she was looking for. From Afrin, Adar exchanges messages with a French woman who gradually becomes his only anchor. When she offers him a home in France and the chance to start over, he accepts. But once he is with her, certain details begin to crack the reassuring image he had built of her. Beneath her kindness, he glimpses a woman more secretive, more unsettling than he had imagined. Adar should keep his distance. Yet the more elusive she becomes, the more he needs to understand her, even turning to those who know her best. Unaware of how far his curiosity has gone, she sees only his support, while Adar slowly sinks into a fascination he can no longer control.

𝑨 𝒔𝒐𝒖𝒍 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒖𝒎𝒆𝒅 𝒃𝒚 𝒓𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏𝒈𝒆, 𝒂 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝒕𝒐𝒖𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒅 𝒃𝒚 𝒊𝒏𝒏𝒐𝒄𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒆 - 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒂 𝒅𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒚 𝒏𝒆𝒊𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒆𝒔𝒄𝒂𝒑𝒆. 𝐇𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬 - 𝐫𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬, 𝐝𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐧𝐭, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐝𝐞𝐟𝐲. 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐨𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 - 𝐬𝐨𝐟𝐭, 𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐞𝐭, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐨𝐮𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬. 𝑨𝒓𝒛𝒂𝒂𝒏 𝑴𝒊𝒓𝒛𝒂 is the name whispered with fear. Cold, unreadable, and driven by revenge, he has built his empire on power, control, and the belief that mercy only makes people weak. Behind his calm exterior lies a darkness born from a past that refuses to stay buried. 𝑨𝒓𝒎𝒆𝒆𝒓𝒂 𝑺𝒉𝒂𝒊𝒌 has spent her life surrounded by love, warmth, and quiet happiness. Gentle, timid, and pure-hearted, she has never imagined a world ruled by fear. But fate has already chosen a path that will lead her straight into the heart of a man she should have feared the most. When two completely different worlds collide, revenge meets innocence, power meets vulnerability, and a dangerous obsession begins to take shape. Some boundaries were never meant to be crossed. Some territories were never meant to be entered. And some hearts are claimed long before they realize they were never free. ⚠️ 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄 A dark mafia romance featuring revenge, obsession, violence, and psychological intensity. Reader discretion is advised. [𝐇𝐮𝐦𝐢𝐲𝐚_𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐳]

In a city ruled by influence, reputation, and carefully hidden power plays, Mayor Zee Pruk Panich appears untouchable. Cold. Strategic. Untamed. But behind the polished image stands a marriage no one truly understands. NuNew Chawarin Panich-beautiful, sharp-tongued, and far more dangerous than people assume-is the mayor's omega spouse, tied to Zee through an arrangement neither of them chose. To the public they are perfect. To each other they are war. Jealousy, politics, secrets, and old wounds turn their marriage into a battlefield-until fate complicates everything in a way neither of them expected. Because in a world where alphas rule and omegas are expected to obey... NuNew refuses to be owned. And Zee refuses to let him go.

𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐢𝐭 𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐤 ! ᴀ ꜱᴜɴ-ᴅʀᴇɴᴄʜᴇᴅ ᴅᴀᴡɴ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴏꜰꜰᴇʀꜱ ɴᴏ ʀᴇʟɪᴇꜰ, ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴀʀᴋ ʜᴏʀɪᴢᴏɴ ᴄʟɪɴɢꜱ ᴛᴏ ᴇɴᴅʟᴇꜱꜱ ɢʀɪᴇꜰ. ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜ ꜱᴋɪᴇꜱ ᴀʀᴇ ᴄʟᴇᴀʀ, ᴀ ꜱʜᴀᴅᴏᴡ ʜᴏʟᴅꜱ ᴛʜᴇ ɢʀᴏᴜɴᴅ; ɴᴏ ᴊᴏʏ ᴇꜱᴄᴀᴘᴇꜱ, ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ᴅᴇᴀᴅʟʏ ᴛᴡɪꜱᴛꜱ ᴀʙᴏᴜɴᴅ. ᴅᴀʏ ꜱᴡᴀʟʟᴏᴡꜱ ɴɪɢʜᴛ, ᴛʜᴇ ʜᴏᴜʀꜱ ᴀʀᴇ ᴀʟʟ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴀᴍᴇ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏ ʟɪꜰᴇ ɪꜱ ꜰᴜᴇʟ ᴛᴏ ꜰᴇᴇᴅ ʜɪꜱ ꜰʟᴀᴍᴇ. ꜰʀᴏᴍ ʜᴜᴍʙʟᴇ ʜᴀɴᴅꜱ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴡɪꜰᴛ ɴɪɢʜᴛ ʜᴜɴᴛᴇʀ'ꜱ ᴍɪɢʜᴛ, ᴀʟʟ ꜱᴏᴜʟꜱ ᴀʀᴇ ꜰᴏʀꜰᴇɪᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴋɪɴɢ ᴏꜰ ɴɪɢʜᴛ. ᴋɪɴɢ ᴛᴇʀʀᴏʀ ʀᴇɪɢɴꜱ, ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴇᴠɪʟ'ꜱ ᴍᴀꜱᴛᴇʀ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴅ, ᴡʜᴏꜱᴇ ᴠᴇʀʏ ɴᴀᴍᴇ ꜱᴛʀɪᴋᴇꜱ ꜰᴇᴀʀ ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴇᴀᴅ. ʜᴇ ꜰᴏʀɢᴇᴅ ʜɪꜱ ᴄᴏᴜʀᴛ, ᴛʜʀᴇᴇ ᴅᴇᴠɪʟꜱ ʙᴏᴜɴᴅ ʙʏ ᴠᴏᴡ, ᴛᴏ ꜱᴇʀᴠᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛᴇʀʀᴏʀ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ꜱᴜʀʀᴏᴜɴᴅꜱ ᴜꜱ ɴᴏᴡ: ʀᴀᴅᴇ, ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴇʀᴘᴇɴᴛ Qᴜᴇᴇɴ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍɪꜱᴛʏ ᴘᴏʀᴛ, ᴀ ᴄᴜɴɴɪɴɢ ᴠᴇɴᴏᴍ, ᴅᴇᴀᴛʜ'ꜱ ꜱʜᴀʀᴘ, ᴡɪᴄᴋᴇᴅ ꜱᴏʀᴛ. ᴊᴜɴɢᴋᴏᴏᴋ, ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴛᴇᴇʟ-ᴄʟᴀᴅ ᴡᴀʀʀɪᴏʀ ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ ꜰɪᴇʟᴅ, ᴡʜᴏꜱᴇ ᴄᴏɴQᴜᴇꜱᴛ ꜱᴛᴀɴᴅꜱ, ᴀ ᴡɪʟʟ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴄᴀɴɴᴏᴛ ʏɪᴇʟᴅ. ᴊɪᴍɪɴ, ᴛʜᴇ ꜱɪʟᴇɴᴛ ʙʟᴀᴅᴇ, ᴛʜᴇ ᴇʏᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ꜱᴇᴇꜱ ᴀʟʟ ꜱɪɴ, ᴛʜᴇ ᴘʜᴀɴᴛᴏᴍ ᴏꜰ ꜱʜᴀᴅᴏᴡꜱ, ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴋɪʟʟ ʙᴇɢɪɴꜱ. ᴀɴᴅ ʟᴏ

"LOVE HAS NO BARRIERS DHRUV! ACCEPT ME AND YOU'LL BE MINE FOREVER" Cries out Isha while holding her professor's hand tightly with tears threatening to fall of her eyes. This work is totally based on the writer's mind and is fictional it also has no relation to real life characters, names and people's.

A story about the king of all werewolf's and the queen of all vampires child. After they meet and end the war between their species they complete their bond and have a kid. 19 years later their child is an adult and is on the look for her mate while also trying to figure out how to rule the two species and still have a normal life Her mate is a mature older by two years man who is ruthless due to the lack of his mate but sweet natured and tries to run his pack with sternness and kindness. How will this turn out? Read to find out.

When 17 year old Angelique Tonquin gets raped by someone close to her, her world is turned upside down. Her trust in guys dissapears. Her wolf doesnt even want to be near the male species, but what happens when her best friend and her decide that its time for a change to get up and move in together for college. But after one night at a club when he runs into trouble whos there to save her? Tylers POV I didnt expect to be out tonight, but im glad i did. I finally met her. The woman of my dreams, the woman im going to marry, but more importantly the women im going to mark and make mine. She knows who i am, but why does she run off and escape?

Elem led a simple, recluse life. She went to university, chatted with her only friend, worked on her french, was a brilliant student and kissed her father goodnight. However, the sweet father's girl didn't led a simple, recluse life. He was the owner of a mondial-ranked company in technology. He always had been brilliant in technology but, dealing with the business part of his company had never been his cup of tea. After a series of bad decisions, he had knowingly chosen to accept the help of an other type of organization. The empire was prosperous and would continue on its path, unfortunately, to the detriment of Elem. WARNING : Dark Romance (or Stockolm Syndrom ?)

**COMING SOON**

"Just stop this right now, marcus. Please! We talked about this-" I couldn't even continue because he cuts me off rudely. "We talked but I didn't agree into this, you were mine first and there's no way in hell I'm gonna let that bastard touch you again" he said with his eyes narrowed at me, that kind of look that's supposed to make me cower back in fright I took a really deep breath as I tried to calm myself down before speaking out softly " Marcus you need to stop overreacting into this, it was just a kiss and you're already acting like this! What more- " he cut me off once again by pulling me in with his muscular arm wrapped tightly around my thin waist, flushing me up against him as he glared down at my small frame dangerously "There won't be 'more' with him" ~ ~ ~ If you don't like possessive or mature stories then don't read this one. This is honestly my first book so don't expect too much.

Mhin is a quite beta - perfectly disguised, or so he thinks. Tor smells something wrong. Kao smells something he wants. And Lhin? He's hiding just as much. Four lives. Two scents. One office. Love doesn't bloom here - it burns. Beneath the Scent of Ashes is a slow-burn Omegaverse drama of obsession, hidden identities, and the fine line between desire and destruction.

From my personal perspective and research you'll find how the females work behind the scenes.

" yes ? Why are you shouting my son will get disturbed , and yes When I returned you still sleeping like a dead body ,really did you started to like me that you are unable to leave my presence Ansi" What ? "FUCK YOU AND YOUR SO CALLED SON" " well I can fuck you gracefully but you cant fuck my son cause its animal , I dare you to use fuck words to other person than me then I will fuck your mouth in front of that fucking bastard kostav ,I would do that " " you won't stop saying foul words you sick bastard " " I really want to show you how much wrong you are , I swear When I said that I will ,I would "