Possesive Stories

He didn't stop when he reached her but leaned forward and kissed her hard, on the mouth. The air left her lungs. Maybe it was because it was her first kiss or because he had kissed her, she didn't know but her lungs were burning, her lips were on fire. She was one fire. It ended in a second. She stared at him with wide eyes as he stared back. His hand traced her forehead, nose, lips and then chin as it stopped on her throat. She knew, by God she knew he could feel her pulse, the heat on her cheeks. "I'm home." Dean Woodland left two years ago without a word or sound and now he is back to bring his belongings with him.

"Tell me." He whispered, voice husky with amusement. "If I take this dress off of you and touch you here." His thumb traced slow circles over the tightening nub, rubbing gently, deliberately making it harder. "Would you be wet, Олонок?" Heat surged through me like wildfire. My breath hitched before I could stop it. My lips parted, and instinctively, I bit down on my lower lip, tasting my own flesh. His thumb continued its torturous dance over the areola, small circles that became firmer, coaxing every nerve to attention. I could feel the skin puckering under his touch, my body betraying me in slow, shuddering responses. I wanted to pull away, to stand, to breathe but the grip of his gaze held me captive. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Elara Sinclair came to Maryville to disappear. After fleeing the engagement her father arranged, one that would have chained her to a life she didn't choose. She only wants quiet, classes, anonymity, and a future of her own making. But quiet shatters the moment she enrolls in Russian during her third year. Her professor, Draven Volkov, is everything she should avoid. Commanding Magnetic Impossible to ignore. His dark eyes promise more than language lessons, and his words curl around her like silk. But behind the sharp suits and the accent is a man with secrets far more dangerous than she realizes. Because Draven Volkov isn't just a professor. He's Lucius Romanov, heir to a ruthless Russian mafia dynasty, hiding in plain sight. As Elara struggles to outrun her past, she finds herself entangled in his. Desire wars with fear, attraction with survival, and every step closer to him pulls her deeper into a world of power, deception, and sin. In Maryville, falling for the wrong man doesn't just break hearts. It can cost lives. ---

After breaking free from toxic relatives... After surviving pain no heart should ever endure... And after uncovering the century-old mystery that once shadowed their lives... Ayaansh and Kavya are finally stepping into a new beginning - marriage. A bond they fought for. A love they healed through. A future they dreamed of. But will this marriage be as perfect as they hope? New challenges wait for them. New insecurities. New dangers. And one man... whose obsession with Kavya is about to turn their peaceful world upside down. Because sometimes, the real test of love begins after the vows are taken. Presenting Season 2 of "Mending: Broken Soul" - Where love grows deeper, darkness grows closer, and Ayaansh and Kavya must fight not just fate, but the living shadows standing between them.

A difficult girl is sent to a strict boarding school to reform-where she becomes entangled with its most feared prefect, bound by rules that defy her every instinct.

It was my reflection... but it wasn't me. Her skin was pale, her expression colder, crueler - and her eyes glowed bright red. I took a shaky step backward, my eyes never leaving the mirror. My reflection didn't move. That's when I froze. She tilted her head - slow, deliberate - like a doll coming to life. Then suddenly- "Oh my gosh, just quit pretending already!" she snapped, stomping her foot. I flinched. The sound cracked through the silence like a gunshot, echoing in every direction. Her eyes locked onto mine. I couldn't move. There was something in her gaze - not anger, not hatred. Power. She was made of it. Radiating fear like heat off asphalt. She sighed, rolling her eyes with venomous boredom. "You're acting like she was your first kill," she said through gritted teeth. I just stared, my mouth open. Speechless. Because the worst part was... I wasn't sure she was wrong. After studying my expression, she smiled - slow and crooked - a satisfied grin that slithered down my spine. "Anyway," she said, casually brushing imaginary dust off her shoulder, "just thought it right to remind you of your most recent accidents before we note down your next one." My heart skipped. I furrowed my brow, searching her eyes - looking for any flicker of sarcasm, any crack in the madness. Nothing. **Mara Luther thought she was just another spoiled rich girl with a chaotic life. Then the world ripped everything from her hands. What rises from the ruins isn't a victim, but the long-buried truth: Mara is the reincarnation of an ancient empress whose return signals a storm the universe has been terrified of for centuries. Power is waking in her veins, old enemies are stirring, and destiny isn't offering her a crown... it's offering her a catastrophe.

..She was fragile. Innocent. Untouched by the cruel world. He was danger incarnate, a man feared by all, desired by many, and ruled by his own dark rules. Mehar Sharma never imagined she would be married to a man like Adhirat Rajvansh, a powerful tycoon with secrets that whispered of danger, obsession, and control. She never imagined he would break into her wedding and claim her as his own. She thought he was no less than any other man, but he proved her wrong in ways she never saw coming. Thrust into his world of power, wealth, and shadowed whispers, she must navigate a life where every glance, every touch, is a claim she cannot resist. Adhirat doesn't love softly. He claims. He protects. He destroys. And for him, Mehar is not just a wife, she is the one who awakened his long-buried desire, the one who tamed the chaos inside him without even trying. As secrets unravel and enemies close in, Mehar must decide, can she survive the man who owns her heart, her body, and her fate? Or will surrendering to him consume her completely? A dark, intoxicating romance of obsession, power, and the dangerous allure of a love that knows no limits. Do give it a try....

˙⁠❥⁠˙For every woman who falls for desi romance.

Kiara lived a quiet life in her small town, her days were filled with routines and simplicity, until one fateful night when she was attacked by a notorious serial killer. Miraculously, she survived the harrowing ordeal, but was left with more questions than answers. The killer spared her life, whispering chillingly in her ear that he would come back for her. Haunted by his words and the uncertainty of his motives, Tara's once serene world spirals into chaos as she delves into the mystery of why she was spared and what fate awaits her when he returns. "I will be back for you, my diamond."

He will become mine. He has no choice. အက္ကနိဒါန်းရိုင်း+လောင်းရိပ်မွန်း

Atharva ran, his heart pounding, the station looming closer. She was just ahead, a shadow against the dimming light. He called out, desperation thick in his voice, but before he could reach her, Ansh stepped in front of him, blocking his path. "Move, Ansh!" Atharva's voice trembled with urgency. She stood there, still, her back to him, but he could see the sorrow in her posture. She turned slightly, her eyes meeting his-full of pain, full of things left unsaid. Then she turned away, heading toward the station. "No, please!" Atharva's voice broke, but Ansh's grip was firm. "Ansh, I messed up. I should've talked to you first, but if my father knew about her, about me and her , he would've-" Ansh's hand shot out, grabbing Atharva by the collar. "He would've ruined her, right? Or is it you you're worried about? Your career, your image?" Ansh's eyes were cold, cutting through Atharva's defenses. Atharva's breath caught. "I know I was selfish, but I love her, Ansh. She's pregnant-I need to tell her I'm here, that I'll leave everything behind for her and the baby." Ansh's face hardened, his grip tightening. "Too late, Atharva. She didn't want the child." The words hit Atharva like a punch to the gut. "No," he whispered, his voice cracking. "She wouldn't..." Ansh's gaze didn't waver. "She did. Now let her go. Let her live, and you do the same." He released Atharva, who staggered back, his world crumbling around him. Ansh walked away, leaving Atharva in the suffocating silence of his own making. © 2024 [Oly V99]. All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted in any form or by any means.

Sasuke had enough! He will have Naruto, whether Naruto, like it or not.

Two Empires. One Bed. Zero Patience. Ishani Sharma and Reyansh Malhotra have spent the last five years trying to destroy each other in the boardroom. She thinks he is an arrogant robot; he thinks she is a spoiled princess. They are the perfect corporate enemies. But when a financial crisis forces their families to merge companies, the deal comes with a non-negotiable clause: Marriage. Now, the two people who can't stand to be in the same city are forced to live in the same room. The rules are simple: Fake the smiles, secure the deal, and absolutely do not kill each other. But as the arguments turn into late-night confessions and the fake touches start feeling dangerously real, Ishani realizes the terrifying truth: The only thing more dangerous than warring with Reyansh... is falling for him. Tropes: #Enemies to Lovers #Arranged Marriage #Forced Proximity (One Bed) #Boss x Boss

He's a bit grumpy and she's sunshine but she doesn't take shit so he behaves like a joru ka gulam and forgets his grumpy behaviour just for her, his Vaidehi.

FOR EVERYONE WHO IS INTO ENEMIES TO LOVERS. "It's doesn't take 100 years to love, One moment is enough to love that person from whole heart". - author And they felt it. Hating like they could kill each other but...... Why now, They want to kill themselves for each other. Hate to love. Enemies to lovers. Cause,........ "C'EST LA VIE" She was 'you never know me, unless you walk in my shoes.' He was 'I want to know every inch of your soul.if it costs me to marry you.' She was mistery. He has divine in solving. She was never loved. He is obsessed with her. She has the darkest past. He promised to break every inch of that person who give her nightmare. But the twist is after that much intense obsession he doesn't know that he love her until she cried first time infront of him. Breaking her soul to the first person ever. And she chooses her nemesis to beleive. The HATE was too intense that everyone named it LOVE. 🍂🍁🍀🌷 "I don't need anything, when it's yours!" I stopped her in the middle by keeping my hands to keep the coat steady on her shoulders. My jaw clenching, I'm angry without my permission. " Then if you forgot you're my wife, tulipano leonessa." Our eyes holding the bitter truth in between our body. She never thought and I never wanted. 💖 FOR MORE INTENSE DETAILS CHECK OUT THE INTRO. COPYRIGHT ©️

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Main Warnings: Swearing, Obsessive behavior/thoughts, Possessive Behavior/thoughts, Blood, Forced affection. (This is ALL PLATONIC!) You are 10-12 in this book and as it progresses. ------------------------------------------------------------------------- You're Y/n Rain, and you live in a world full of hybrid birds. But if your nerd then you would refer to it as Avians, there are 5 types of Avians. 1. Stark ( Common ) 2. Flow ( uncommon ) 3. Haste ( Rare ) 4. Elytrian ( Ultra-Rare ) and finally the 5th, it is said that this kind went extinct. 5. Allayer ( ??? ) ---------------------------------------------------------------- At the time you were happy! You had friends and family, however that changed during the war with humans... Everyone thought your kind had died after the war, but something else occurred a few years later... Original Au ( + Crossover) ---------------------------------------------------------------- Rainbow an arch of colours visible in the sky, caused by the refraction and dispersion of the sun's light by rain or other water droplets in the atmosphere. The color's of the rainbow are generally said to be red, orange, yellow, green, blue, indigo, and violet: "all the color's of the rainbow"

Yes this story is inspired by DarkNobleOtaku. I have a lot to study to make the story work. Also remember that this is made for entertainment purposes only and it's not suitable for younger audiences.

He's brutal, heartless and twisted. but he's also the only one to notice the bruises on my skin.

You love the game "Death Beauty " you are the type who reads and love books like a dark story, thriller, psycho, criminal, horror etc. It was a book about where only beautiful things are cared for, but it was not the beauty Or whatever things that got your attention it was what they do to get beautiful things and what they do to become beautiful. Yes you love that book so much one of the book you love the most . But you didn't know that you are going transmigrate in that book , now what are you going to do to save yourself and the world in that book. But things are going extremely wrong " Young miss if I drink this boiling oil than will you let me stay with you" The boy who you tried to give back to his family said " If I'm dying at least let me die in your embrace" The boy who you safe from his family said " If you are going to abandon me n my eyes " WARNING ⚠ 🔞⚠️🔞⚠️ 👈 (Cough, cough, I even put two sign look at that this is more gruesome than my other story argh now I think I should publish it or not ) Covers not mine credit goes to the creator.

She hid her past behind a smile. He buried his heart under power and hate. Once, she rejected him out of love. Now, fate forces them into a marriage built on resentment. Between unsaid truths and broken promises, will hate survive... or will love demand its place again? . . . . . . ✨ ~• fairytale22 ✨ . . . ©All rights reserved. No part of this story may be copied, reproduced, or distributed without the author's permission.