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"I don't want you like men want women." His lips grazed her forehead, then her temple. His breath was ragged. "I want you like a curse wants a victim. Like fire wants oxygen. I want to crawl under your skin and live there. I want to own your thoughts, your dreams, every goddamn breath you take." It all started with a dare - a kiss on a stranger's cheek at a lavish resort party. But that stranger turned out to be Devillian Giordano - ruthless CEO by day, feared mafia boss by night. Cold, commanding, and dangerously irresistible, he doesn't forgive easily... yet something about Siana Aydin begins to unravel him. What begins as a harmless kiss spirals into a twisted web of obsession, secrets, and a deal that cages her in his dark world. But Devillian isn't a hero. He's the monster at the end of every fairytale. And yet, she can't look away - drawn to the very danger that should terrify her. Secrets lurk in every corner, enemies plot from the shadows, and through it all, their hearts burn with forbidden passion. Tropes: Dark Romance, Possessive Alpha, Mafia x Innocent Girl, Deal with the Devil, Hidden Identity, Obsession, Found Weakness, Touch Her and Die. Smut alert 🔞 She's his sunshine. He's her storm. And she's about to become his dark devotion.

MFL was the princess in her past life and MML was the Royal guard of her. Destiny played a dirty game and they both died by her father (King) and her future husband. After two hundred years, they took rebirth. Destiny gave them another chance. Let's read together what happened in this life. Will they be able to meet? Or just like before they ended their lives, without becoming each other's. ****** "Please Dhruv, take me away from here. I can't stay here" she said while crying hard. She was sitting on his lap and her face was hidden in Dhruv's neck. She flinched badly when she heard a painful scream and grabbed Dhruv's shirt tightly. Dhruv had brought her to a brothel. A man was having s*x with a woman on the bed. The man was cutting the woman's body with a blade and beating her with the belt and he was getting satisfaction. The woman screamed in pain but her screams were echoing only in the room. Dhruv was enjoying his wine. She was crying and hiccupping badly. Dhruv was making lazy circles on her waist. Dhruv was not bothered by whatever was happening in front of him. "If you don't want to live as my wife, you'll live in this brothel as my mistress, butterfly. And you know very well what a mistress's job is." Dhruv said in an angry and dark tone. Shiver ran down her spine. "Dhruv, hume aapki wife ban kar rahna hai. Please Hume yahan se le chaliye. Hum yahan nahi rah sakte hai" she said while crying hard and tightened her grip on him when she heard another scream. ****** "Hum yahan mar jayenge Dhruv" She said and raised her head and looked into his angry icy red eyes and her breath hitched when his icy blue eyes met with her. "To mar jayiye yahan. Ab se yahi aapka Ghar hai aur main yahan daily aaunga aapse milne aur aap vahi kaam karengi mere liye jo ek mistress karti hai apne master ke liye" Dhruv said angrily and she shook her head. ****** #darkromance #agegap #rebirth #dominantML #forcedProximity

Ty finally takes his chance with the girl of his dreams, resulting in a very public sexual encounter at the coffee shop! Cover Photo by Joshua Rondeau on Unsplash

Ang aklat na ito ay koleksyon ng samu't saring kwento na naglalaman ng male-to-male (M2M) na mga istorya. Isa itong matapang at mapusok na pagtalakay sa iba't ibang emosyon, relasyon, at karanasang umiikot sa pag-ibig, pagnanasa, at paglalakbay sa sariling identidad. Ang bawat kwento ay naglalaman ng mga maseselang eksena, eksplisitong lenggwahe, at temang may kaugnayan sa pag-ibig at erotisismo sa pagitan ng mga lalaki. Hindi ito angkop para sa mambabasang menor de edad o sa mga hindi komportable sa ganitong uri ng nilalaman. Rated SPG: Ang aklat na ito ay para sa mga mambabasang bukas ang isipan at handang sumisid sa mga kuwento ng pagnanasa, ligaya, at suliranin na kinahaharap ng mga tauhan sa kanilang paglalakbay sa pagmamahal at pagtuklas sa sarili. Huwag palampasin ang koleksyong ito ng mga makapangyarihang salaysay na puno ng init, emosyon, at di malilimutang karakter.

this is a story about a sarpanch and a village girl who is little bit as she is graduated from a high city...she came to her village back in her holiday and the sarpanch who is sex addicted saw her for the first time...now what will happen? you will find the story in both eng and Hindi mix.Are you excited to make your hormone desire for the same??

"Why don't you understand, Mr. Agnihothri?" The words were torn from my throat, raw and desperate. "I am not the one who is made for love. Don't try to heal me, Shiv. I'm telling you, you will only break yourself in that process," I screamed, the sound catching and splintering with a deep, shaky breath. ​But the expected anger, the frustrated retreat, never came. Instead, his gaze-intense, impossibly tender-met mine, and a small, maddeningly serene smile touched the corner of his lips. It was a silent challenge, a soft denial that made the fragile control I held on my sanity begin to crumble. ​"Let's stop this here, please," I whispered, the desperate plea barely audible, the fight draining from me. "You deserve someone whole, someone pure, not a shattered, half-broken glass doll like me." The confession was an admission of defeat, and a single, traitorous tear-hot and heavy-escaped the dam of my composure, tracing a path down my cheek. ​Something fractured in his placid facade. The smile vanished, replaced by a sudden, fierce darkness. He shut his eyes, his jaw clenching as he inhaled a deep, steadying breath, a visible battle raging to master a sudden, barely contained fury. Then, in a single, predatory movement, he erased the space between us. ​He captured my shoulders, his grip not cruel, but intensely demanding, and pushed me firmly back against the cool, unforgiving drywall. The sudden pressure was intoxicating, trapping me between the solid surface and his unyielding body. Slowly, deliberately, he leaned in, his intent palpable, until his mouth was almost touching my ear. ​"Saanvi," his voice was a low, resonant rumble, a silken promise laced with a dangerous possessiveness, "Even the breath I take when you are near me is elixir (Amrit) for my soul." His lips brushed my skin as he spoke the last word, the sheer intimacy of the contact sending a wildfire racing through my veins and igniting my heart into an uncontrollable inferno. ​

The only thing General Zolten Sadono knows is how to handle a gun and throw explosives at enemies. Suddenly, a woman enters his life, disrupting his normal routine of meetings, battles, and tactics. Ratu was only supposed to help him win the war, but what he didn't realize was that she had already won his heart. The usually composed and stoic general is now so distracted that his subordinates are calling him a lovestruck fool. Will Sadono surrender to the forbidden love that's taking hold, or will he sacrifice his heart for the sake of his duties?

Y/n comes from a clan, a vampire clan. She goes to нιgн school, to live the "human" ℓιϝє. It all changes when she gets captivated by two mortals. Hardy Kim, and Rui Chen. Trying to avoid the want that she has towards them. Her want to кιℓℓ them, and claim them as hers. Knowing she can't. That doesn't ѕтσρ them from wanting her. But what happens when their eyes start to wonder?? This is a collab book with @babyyxpsych0 go read hers for her version!!

Ivaan × Aavya 29 × 23

Anya Singhania is the CEO of Singhania Textiles-arrogant, brilliant, and accustomed to solving every problem with a wire transfer. She commands the high-power glass towers of Delhi and views people as assets or liabilities. Veer Sharma is a principled UPSC student from the middle class, driven by an unwavering moral compass and a quiet devotion to public service. He sees Anya's corporate empire as a necessary evil to be contained, not revered. Their worlds collide when Anya's ruthless land acquisition threatens a community Veer is sworn to protect. What begins as a volatile corporate clash quickly spirals into an intense, personal obsession. Anya can't buy him, and Veer can't intimidate her. Forced to collaborate on a dangerous ethical crisis, they discover their greatest enemy is the undeniable magnetic pull between them. Can a woman defined by her power surrender to a man defined by his principle, or will their differences tear down everything they both stand for? It's the battle for Delhi's soul, fought between the CEO who pays the price and the student who is the price. will veer and anya build each other lovingly ?? let's see .. please guyss support and help to build confidence to write more ... btw it's my first book so please like and comment !!

"My original story: This story is a FreenBecky G!P story.🔞 It contains BDSM and 18+ content. 🔞 This is a stepsisters story. In this, Freen does not like Becky. And on the other hand, Becky is crazy for Freen, she is obsessed with her. Here there is love, drama, lust, obsession, money, fantasy."..

The streets don't care who you love. Blood will betray you before enemies ever do. In this game, only the ruthless survive.

This is just a book for characters and there birthdays

The BAU is called in to investigate a series of mysterious deaths in Washington, D.C., each one more gruesome than the last. The unsub leaves no evidence behind, except for a single, chilling signature. Kiss marks on every victim's forehead, made from their own blood. ── .✦ When the team uncovers a connection to former spy Seren Hayes, they bring her in for help. But as the bodies pile up and flashes of memories resurface, Seren is forced to confront the darkness she thought was all in her head. As the investigation begins to destroy her emotionally, Dr. Spencer Reid becomes her comfort in the darkness, unaware as to how dark it really is. ── .✦ ▶︎ •၊၊||၊|။||||။|• 0:10 T҉h҉i҉s҉ ҉i҉s҉ ҉m҉o҉r҉e҉ ҉t҉h҉a҉n҉ ҉j҉u҉s҉t҉ ҉a҉ ҉g҉a҉m҉e҉.҉ ҉ ҉Y҉o҉u҉'҉l҉l҉ ҉n҉e҉v҉e҉r҉ ҉f҉o҉r҉g҉e҉t҉ ҉m҉e҉.҉

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Do you believe in magic? Do you believe in hypnotizing? Maybe yes, others not, well see if they both lose their trance

The Gilded Chains is a tale of ambition, desire, and the perilous pursuit of freedom. In a village where whispers of an enigmatic nobleman's return stir both fear and fascination, Isabella, a determined young woman, sees an opportunity to escape the harsh realities of her impoverished life. When the nobleman, known for his wealth and charm, takes an interest in her, she believes she can use his affection to secure a better future. As their relationship unfolds, Isabella is swept into a world of opulence and promises, but the dark, possessive nature of the nobleman soon becomes apparent. Despite warnings from those around her, she convinces herself that she can tame him, believing that love will soften his controlling tendencies. However, the truth is far more chilling than she could have imagined. On their wedding night, the gilded cage of her new life locks into place, revealing that the nobleman sees her not as a partner, but as a possession to be controlled and dominated. Faced with the painful realization that she has traded one form of bondage for another, Isabella must confront the cost of her ambition. Torn between breaking free and adapting to her new reality, Isabella's journey becomes one of self-discovery, as she must decide whether to reclaim her agency or learn to live within the gilded chains of her own making.

In a realm where emotion is law, love is treason. For three hundred years, the Twelve Fairy Courts have enforced the Severance Law: one emotion, one court, one fate. Cross-court bonds are forbidden. Emotional integration is punishable by death. And the penalty for feeling too much-or feeling wrong-is having your wings bound and your true name shattered. But the system is breaking. Kael Ashborne, High Warden of Anger, burns with rage he's spent seventeen years learning to control. Lira Veyl, Mistress of Serenity, has buried her emotions so deep she's forgotten how to feel. When their courts collide at a crumbling border, the attraction they've been denying for years becomes impossible to ignore-and the Watcher stirs. Born from centuries of suppressed emotion and unrepaired harm, the Watcher feeds on denial, extremism, and the pressure of a law that was never meant to last. Now it's manifesting where it shouldn't be possible, and reality itself is cracking apart. Across Aeloria, forbidden bonds are forming. Joy and Sorrow. Fear and Hope. Pride and Envy. Love and Guilt. Twelve courts. Twelve rulers. Twelve impossible romances that could either save the realm or destroy it completely. Because integration doesn't guarantee victory. Repair is messier than conquest. And starving the Watcher requires something far more terrifying than war: Emotional honesty. The Twelve Hearts of Aeloria is a dark fairy epic where wings scar, magic bleeds, and love destabilizes nations. This is not a story about unity. It's a story about maintenance-the brutal, ongoing work of choosing vulnerability in a world built on denial.

The rain wasn't the first thing to touch her skin that night. And the storm wasn't the only thing breaking in. Meera opened the door wearing more heat than clothes. Two strangers stood there-soaked, silent, and staring like they knew things she hadn't confessed even to herself. One watched. The other wanted. And both stepped in like they belonged. What followed wasn't loud. It was quiet. Intentional. Drenched in something darker than lust. A strap slipped. A gaze lingered. A breath caught. And Meera realized-some storms don't come from the sky. They walk through the front door.