Possesive Stories

"Let me go," I demanded weakly, knowing I was helpless against him. "Now, why would I do that kitten?" He grinned, a devious spark in his eyes. "Because I don't want you," I whispered breathlessly. His hazel eyes turned to hard topaz. "Oh, come on now, Kitten," he said, tone barely concealing his anger. "You're mine. You don't have a choice." Ivory Martin lived in a world that demanded balance. Every person was born in pairs, an opposite somewhere around the world to balance them. These pairs consisted of a dominant and a recessive, every dominant had some sort of special ability in which he could use to protect his recessive. Atticus Sanchez was Ivory's pair, and happened to have extremely strong psychic abilities, including telepathy, telekinesis and mind control. He also happened to have the unnerving ability to annoy the absolute shit out of her. Will Ivory be able to accept him with all of his secrets and danger? This story contain strong language, and inapproprate humor! This is not PG, kiddies! You have been warned!

Shanaya Rathore was a secret her family never knew existed. Hidden away in a hostel by a father who never wanted a daughter, she grew up believing she was unwanted. Until one phone call changed everything. Four brothers, each powerful in their own world, suddenly discover the sister they were told had died at birth. Fiercely protective and impossibly possessive, they'll stop at nothing to keep her safe... even if it means guarding her from their own best friend. But when secrets from the past start resurfacing and slow-burn feelings begin to bloom, Shanaya's life becomes far more complicated than she ever imagined.

"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. ---

Falling in love with someone is the most beautiful experience, but for some, it can turn into a nightmare. Willow, the youngest member of his family, lives a comfortable life. However, his life was shattered due to one mistake-falling in love with the country's most eligible bachelor and billionaire. It turned out to be the worst decision of his life. But when he got a second chance to live his life, he vowed not to repeat the same mistake. This time, however, something seemed different with Mr. Leo, the billionaire business tycoon. Why does he feel so irresistibly drawn to that little mouse?

"𝑱𝒂𝒃𝒂𝒓𝒅𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒊 𝒉𝒊 𝒔𝒂𝒉𝒊, 𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒂𝒅𝒊 𝒕𝒐 𝒌𝒊 𝒉𝒂𝒊 𝒂𝒂𝒑𝒔𝒆, 𝒑𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒊𝒕𝒂𝒚𝒊𝒏, 𝑨𝒖𝒓 𝒏𝒊𝒃𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒊 𝒕𝒐 𝒑𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒈𝒊." ⋆.˚✮🎧✮˚.⋆ You can run away from a normal man- but can you run from the owner? The lunatic. The public threat of Uttar Pradesh. She returned to her home town with a hope to have peace- But she was handed straight to the devil. Hate and annoyance planted the seed- of obsession, of control, over a girl who had never been allowed to heal. A marriage she never asked for. A life she wasn't ready for. But now that it's hers- will she run from it? Or turn it around, on her own terms? ִֶָ𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ🐇་༘࿐ MATURE CONTENT, READ AT YOUR OWN DISCRETION © All Rights Reserved

© all rights reserved. Cover by Saumyaaverse✨ 1890's India, British era . --- Sold into a life she never chose, Meeradhvi the child prostitution ( 18) becomes the wife of Prithviditya Rajvanshi - a man of power, pride, and cold authority. At 28, he carries the weight of duty and a childhood love he can never forget, leaving her to navigate a world of silence, gossip, and subtle cruelty. Yet amidst the whispers, the village taunts, and the shadows of the past, their fates intertwine in ways neither expected. In the quiet moments between duty and desire, will responsibility give way to something deeper, or will the chains of fate hold them forever apart? "She was sold , he was forced , responsibility was formed and yet destiny refused to let go

atwowxoc What does one do when they wake up in a universe they barely understood-a world ripped straight from a movie they didn't even bother paying attention to? The towering trees shimmer with bioluminescent veins, alien skies stretching endlessly above, the clear blue waters yet none of it feels familiar. It's beautiful, breathtaking even, but hollow. Her mind claws for memories, fragments slipping through her fingers like grains of sand, scattering before she can hold on. Faces blur, voices echo faintly, and the warmth of what was once home fades like smoke in the wind. The inability to let go gnaws at her chest, a weight heavier than gravity itself. But the world doesn't wait for grief. The air hums with life-creatures darting through glowing foliage, rivers pulsing like liquid sapphire. It's time. Time to open her eyes, to breathe in this strange new reality, and move forward. Because standing still means drowning in the past, and here, survival demands motion. She takes a step. The ground feels alive beneath her feet, and for the first time, she wonders if this isn't punishment, but a chance-a terrifying, exhilarating chance to rewrite everything.

"Aap hamse itni nafrat kyu krte hai", I asked. "kyuki tumhari wajah se meri fiance ka accident ho gya tha jo ki tumne krra hai", he said in a distant voice. ........ ''please Mahadev Meri Aadhya ko Bacha lijiyega ham unke biina ji nhi payenge", I prayed to Mahadev. "Pata nhi ki unse pyaar kab krra maine par ab ye pyaar junoon me badal gya hai aur ab main unke bina ek pal bhi nhi reh pata". "Sorry to say but agar patient ko ek ghante me hosh nhi aaya toh woh coma me chali jayengi", the doctor said. After 1 hour she didn't wake up. Aahhh Mahadev aapne hamari jaan ko kyu nhi bachaya. ........... "Ahh uhhmm kaafi naughty ho rhi hai aap uhmm aish", he moaned. I know how to turn a man on. "Ahh please more rough uhmm ahhh", she demanded while moaning. A sudden faint smirk formed on my face. "Sure as u demand my bubblegum", I started to thrust it even more faster and more rougher. She is making me go crazy . She will be the death of me someday. ........... ~He was the fire 🔥 which was extinguished by its water 🌊 ~ .......... What do u think will happen next:- Will Mahadev get both of them together OR Somone will have to suffer. ............ Stay tuned to know what will happen ...... ~your cute little author🌹❣️~

Yara Eilish Clarke, the daughter of the Royal family of Brunscape is different.... She is adopted. How did she end up there? The king and queen required a daughter in order to save their province... Blood was shed, shady deals were made and voilà. A daughter was hidden... Sorry- a girl Was given. Yara Eilish never signed up for this, she never signed up for anything.... What will she do when she finds herself married off, to a mysterious man with too many secrets, and a back story that she somehow got entangled in. Only for her to find out that she is the missing piece, a piece that was made to go missing on purpose. She was never supposed to marry him, he was never supposed to find her. Yara is going to realised that her life is not as sad and painful as she thought it was. That not everything is as it seemed. Unlikely bonds will be formed, enemies will surface. ___________ " You are a monster." Tears spilled, memory sealed, hatred brewing... " You- you killed him. You killed that man." The god stalked towards her dainty frame, his mismatched orbs blazing in something much more sinister than fury. " To me, that was no man. To me that was a threat, princess." He was so close, Yara's breathe caught when he grabbed on her shoulder. When he smirked and she saw the flames dancing, the fangs shimmered in the moonlight. " Let go of me!" She sobbed." You are hurting me." " You seem not to realised that you are my wife. I will not tolerate anything that comes between me and what belongs to me." He growled. ____________________ This story belongs to me.

You are my blade Shrivangi , and you are my storm Vyanth You are my sunshshine Adrika , and you are my beast Aryamaan In a world ruled by shadows and crowned with blood, two kings command the underworld Vyanth Kulkarni, the silent storm who can freeze a room with a single glance. Aryamaan Rajawat, the royal beast whose smirk can start wars. Together, they are the Syndicate's Twin Kings-untouchable, unstoppable, unchallenged. But even kings bend for those who steal their hearts. Vyanth's fire is Shrivangi, a fierce lawyer with a spine of steel. Aryamaan's obsession is Adrika, a sunshine schoolteacher who has no idea she can burn him alive. Because when the Silent Storm protects, the earth shakes. And when the Royal Beast loves, the world bleeds. two couples. One empire. A war written in gold and gunpowder. And a love story that rewrites fate.

This is the story of a sweet girl - Sahar. A name that itself testifies to one truth: darkness never lasts forever... one day, the light must arrive. The apple of her parents' eyes... the heartbeat of everyone around her. And yet - why? Why, despite being everyone's favorite, did she live her life as if trapped in a nameless prison? As if every day was a compulsion... And every night, a silent punishment. She kept waiting... For someone to come... And rescue her from that darkness. And then - Love stepped into her life. Ahaan Haider Mirza. At just 26 years old - An extraordinary Intelligence Officer. Sharp-minded. Fearless. Strategic. A smart game-changer before whom enemies simply cannot survive. He didn't enter her life merely as a protective shadow... He taught Sahar how to live. He gave a new direction to her shattered existence. He filled her soul with courage. And Sahar... She wasn't merely in love with him - She became devoted to him. So deeply immersed in his love that, for her, the world began and ended with Ahaan. Now she had only one wish - To spend her life with Ahaan. Not just in this world... But even in the world of souls. But standing between them is - Mafia King Aryan. Powerful. Ruthless. Obsessive to the point of madness. A man who wants Sahar... at any cost. What he forgets is - To keep Sahar safe from that devil, To stand as the unbreakable wall of her protection, Her guardian - Ahaan - is enough. He lives by just one rule - "Touch her... and die." Now the question is - Will Sahar find her love? Will these two lovers unite? Or will their story truly be completed only in the world of souls? 🔥

A TAEKOOK FF ........ IT CONTAINS :- INDIAN MARRIAGE LOVE RESPECT TRUST POSSESSIVE FIGHTS LOVE AT FIRST SIDE FRIENDSHIP LOTS OF LOVE & ROMANCE LANGUAGE :- ENGLISH IF YOU LIKE MY BOOK THEN FOLLOW ME YOUR LAZY AUTHOR 😉

☀︎︎𝑯𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈☀︎︎ #3 𝒊𝒏 𝒎𝒖𝒔𝒍𝒊𝒎 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒚 #4 𝒊𝒏 𝒖𝒓𝒅𝒖 #4 𝒊𝒏 𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒅𝒊 #12 𝒊𝒏 𝒊𝒏𝒅𝒊𝒂 #20 𝒊𝒏 𝒑𝒂𝒌𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒏 "Leave my hand, it's hurting."Tears welled up in her eyes as she tried to get rid off of his deadly grip on her wrist. "Why? When he holds your hand you don't tell him to back off, Huh?" Tightening his grip on her, Murad seethed. The pain which he was causing her was intolerable, tears fell down from those hazel orbs on her pale cheeks as she wished for a certain pair of sea blue eyes to come and save her from this tormentor. "He is my husband! He has every right on me as I have on him." Hazaan yelled at him as anger started welling up in her body, slowly replacing the fear. "Oh, Accha. Now, he is your husband then who am I to you? Did you forget what we had.." the words got strangled in his throat and a loud noise took place in the room making a pin drop silence which shocked the daylights of Murad as he never expected the timid, extrovert and bubbly girl to strike him hard, across the face. "You were a mistake and you'll always be one! I was so blind in your trap which you called 'love' to not see a cold blooded brute." Hazaan gritted out the words not knowing what the outcome of her honesty would cost her. Fury and rage was all he felt towards her. He jerked off his grip on her and pushed Hazaan to the wall harshly, making her yelp as her head started throbbing in pain. Murad wrapped his fingers on her throat and pressed his fingers more firmly which caused her to squirm in his hold for the oxygen. His next words were not for which Hazaan was prepared for. "You are mine Hazaan! YOU.ARE.MINE. If I can't have you then no one can..." were the last words heard by her before everything went black.

This is a romantic psychological thriller set in a world where love, loyalty, and survival blur into one. ------ Blood and Oats is a story of power, loyalty, and forbidden love in the heart of Bangkok's underworld. William Jakrapatr, the silent Don who rules with fear and respect, sits at the center of a criminal empire held together by nightclub deals, auditions, corrupt ministers, and unspoken debts. Around him move men bound by loyalty secrets and desire. And Est, a young doctor torn between his powerful politician boyfriend, Pravat... and the magnetic pull of William himself. Now, Est must choose between loyalty and temptation, safety and desire. ----- Ranks 🏅 obtained from top to bottom 🏅#1- romance 😊🤭 🏅#29 - crime 🏅#218 - slow burn 🏅#42 - crime 🏅#95 - crime 🏅#144 - crime 🏅#131 - crime 🏅#144 - crime

#topkook #oneshot Jeon Jungkook fucked up on the very day of his boss's Cashino promoting meeting, being late. Great. And then again that stupid mistake he did later. Shit. _______________________________________ Taekook one shot. Mature content. Tokook. Don't hate. Simple* Credit goes to those owners i am using pictures from.

Sarah has always felt like she has forgotten something important. On the dawn of her twenty-fourth birthday, a strange scent in the woods lures her away, only to come face to face with the sun god himself. Caught in between her supposed former lover and the boy who has never left her side, Sarah will discover that some choices are too much for a mere mortal to stomach.

"PREM ME MRITYU MILTI HAI LEKIN MUJHE MOKSHA CHAHIYE, MUJHE MOKSHA VALMAR CHAHIYE" --------- "What do you think? That I didn't try?" he shouted. "I tried everything - distance, distraction, alcohol, silence, prayers - everything!" His hands trembled uncontrollably. "But she dragged me back into this madness! Every thought, every breath, every heartbeat... it all leads back to her!" Agastya spoke slowly, cautiously. "Let go of this obsession... it will destroy you." Silence fell. Then Yaaram laughed again - softer this time, emptier, almost peaceful. "I would have let go," he said quietly, eyes distant. "If it were only love." He lifted his gaze, and something terrifying settled inside it - acceptance beyond reason. "But she became my obsession." One step forward. "And obsession does not fade." Another step. "It does not heal." His smile widened - beautiful, broken, terrifying. "It grows..." A whisper. "It consumes..." His voice lowered further, nearly sacred. "And in the end..." A pause. "Obsession destroys everything around a person... or the person himself."

Lorenzo Marcello Romano Lorenzo Marcello Romano, 26 years old Italian Billionaire and the only heir of Romano Empire. He is tall, dark and handsome like other but you know what else he is? A clever fox wrapped in human body with charming personality and unavoidable attractiveness. He is known for his controlling, control on things around him when he wants something or someone to work according to him. But what will happen if he let someone else or something else take control over him ? Will he do things which are forbidden? Will he cross the line? The line of wrong and right? Shanaya Rai Singhania Shanaya Rai Singhania, a 16 years old teenage girl. The younger daughter of Singhania's. The girl with innocent heart, pure soul but ambitious mind. She is beautiful and kind with open heart. She doesn't know about the real world, because she thinks everyone around her as pure and kind as she is. That's why someone around her try to break her thinking she is weak. Or some others wants to protect the little innocent girl. But does she really want to be protect? Especially by others? Or is she already being protected by herself?

A story of cousions . one who love another alot and one who doesnot want that love. a story of unrequited love .

Phuwin runs a small café in Bangkok. Pond runs the city. One believes in kindness, calm mornings, and solving problems without violence. The other was raised in a world of power, danger, and control. When a single cup of coffee turns into something neither of them expected, their worlds begin to collide - slowly, dangerously, irresistibly. Jealousy. Betrayal. Late-night rain. And a love that refuses to grow quietly. He was never meant to fall for a mafia boss. And Pond was never meant to change for anyone. But some things aren't fate. They're chosen.