Darklove Stories

Blood, power, and an obsession... He is the nation's youngest, most influential, and fearless politician-a man whose decisions can make or break governments. Power is his greatest weapon, and people lower their eyes at the mere mention of his name. On the other hand, she is just an ordinary girl, living a simple life far away from the world of politics. Her dreams are small, but her heart is genuine. One unexpected encounter changes both of their lives forever. While she wants nothing more than to forget him, he becomes consumed by an obsession he cannot escape. To him, she is no longer just a girl-she is the only thing he refuses to lose. In a world ruled by power, conspiracies, betrayal, and ambition, love is not a gentle emotion-it is the most dangerous weapon of all. Can an ordinary girl escape the obsession of the most powerful man in the country, or was her fate written in his name the moment their paths crossed?

One wanted love. The other wanted revenge. Between them stood a single lie - a lie strong enough to destroy hearts and twist fate. Pete is just a flower boy, innocent and soft-hearted, dreaming of love even in a cruel world. Vegas is the most feared man in Thailand, a mafia born in blood and darkness. Their worlds should never have crossed. But a little flower bouquet changed everything. Pete's innocence became his punishment. Vegas's anger became his curse.

18+ "What did I tell you last night?" He turned towards her, his voice was low and heavy. It wasn't a question. It sounded like a warning. Elena swallowed, suddenly aware of the tension in the room. "What?" She tried to sound steady, but her voice betrayed her. Her eyes widened when he unbuckled his belt slowly, the metallic sound echoed in the quiet room. He wrapped it around his palm as he stepped closer to her, his gaze was lethal. "I am leaving." She said quickly, trying to move past him. But he caught her arm and pulled her back effortlessly. "Leave me. What are you doing?" She struggled, but it was useless. His grip was too strong. In one swift movement, he pulled her hands behind her back and tied them with his belt. Before she could react, his hand fisted into her hair, forcing her head back slightly so she had no choice but to look at him. "Showing you who you belong to." He said, a dangerous smirk playing on his lips. Her breath hitched. Before she could say anything else, he turned her around and pushed her forward against his desk. Her upper body leaned against it and ass up in the air, while he held her firmly in place. The position left her completely at his mercy. "Liam, please." She breathed out. Trying to set her hands free but froze when he stood behind her and spread her legs. She gulped when he lifted her skirt up and pulled down her panties to her mid thigh. Revealing her pink pussy for him. "Ready for the punishment?" He smirked while stroking her wetness.

Mature content . . . . "I caught you sweetheart" He was behind me, his voice was loud and my breathing stopped, my heart had gone cold. My soul was screaming out of fear. "T..tum" My voice was trembling with fear, I was so scared that I couldn't even speak. "The more you move away from me, the closer I will come to you, sweetheart" He said, slowly he started moving towards me "D..dur hato mujhse wrna tumahare liye acha nhi hoga" I was very scared. I was taking steps back when my back hit the wall and my fear increased further. As soon as he heard me, he started laughing. Am I mad or is he mad? "Mere liye acha nhi hoga? I don't like nice things anyway darling" he held my hand what does he want from me, why is he doing all this? "Akhir chahte kya ho tum hnn?" I yelled at him. "Mein tumhe chahta hu sweetheart bahut chahta hu" As soon as I heard this I felt as if the ground slipped beneath my feet. "Lekin mein tumhe nhi chahti tumhe smjh nhi aata" I screamed at him loudly. I could not understand what was happening to me. "It doesn't matter to me, I do it a lot, that's it" He said in a soft voice is this mad, dim-witted person. "Bakwas band kro apni" I was trying to push him away but my strength was of no use against him "Shhhhhh. Aaj humari shaadi hai na jaan don't take the stress" He put his finger on my mouth and said that there was passion in his eyes to get me, to achieve me. He pulled my hand and started taking me somewhere. "Tum pagal ho kyaa?? Chhoro mera haath" I was trying to release my hand, he turned towards me and said in a low voice "Bahut" My hopes were lost as soon as I heard this. There was madness in his eyes. ©All copyrights reserved

#1 Lovestory #1 Drama #1 Tension #1 Student Livia Throne needed a job. She didn't expect it to come from her professor. Ronan Sterling is everything she should avoid, cold, disciplined, and completely untouchable. A man who lives by rules and never lets emotions get in the way. But when Livia steps into his home as his son's babysitter, distance becomes impossible. Because for the first time... Ronan Sterling is starting to feel something he can't control. And Livia might be the reason everything he's built begins to slip.

جولیا : بۆچی هەرکات دەست لە دەستت دەدەم هەست بە دڵت دەکەم .؟ لیۆن : هەست بە دڵی من مەکە دکتۆرە ئاگاداری نەخۆشەکەت بە .!

"The human spirit is deeper than hell itself-at least hell doesn't wear a mask of goodness." " လူ့စိတ်ဝိညာဥ်က ငရဲထက်ပိုနက်ရှိုင်းတယ် အနည်းဆုံး​တော့ ငရဲက ​ကောင်းချင်​ယောင် မ​ဆောင်ဘူး"

A Slytherin-Gryffindor-wolf tale #WerewolfCamp The Battle of Hogwarts has been won a year early. And nothing is the same...least of all the universe readers will find themselves in. Enemies, alliance s, all tipped on their head. Enjoy this startling new look. Hope it's fresh enough 💀

𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐁𝐄𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐒 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐃 𝐑𝐀𝐑𝐄𝐋𝐘 𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐒 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄. Ayla Holloway is the niece of the man who rules the Spades, one of New York's most powerful criminal organizations. To outsiders, she's simply a graduate student who happened to be born into the wrong family. But she's apart of a world where loyalty means everything and protecting family comes before anything else, Ayla knows exactly what it means to be a Spade. Across the city, Adriano Carbone is the heir to an empire just as ruthless. The Carbones have built their power on discipline, strategy, and control, making them one of the few organizations powerful enough to rival the Spades. For years, the two families have kept their distance, never trusting the other enough to call them allies. Until a deal goes badly. Suspicion falls on both sides, forcing the Spades and Carbones into an uneasy alliance to uncover the truth. Ayla and Adriano are forced to work together with one problem standing between them: Neither of them trusts the other. And neither has any intention of letting the other get close enough to matter. But secrets have a way of changing everything. The more they uncover, the harder it becomes to tell where loyalty ends and trust begins, even with your own family. Sometimes the person you were taught to fear becomes the person you can't stop choosing. And falling for the enemy might be the most dangerous thing they've ever done. - AUTHOR'S NOTE This story contains mature themes, violence, mentions of abuse, strong language, and sexual content. Please read at your own discretion. Enjoy the chaos. ♠️

𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐞. 𝐉𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐚 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭... 𝐚 𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐟𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐚 𝐯𝐨𝐢𝐝. Married into the powerful Malhotra family, she enters a world where love is absent and expectations weigh heavier than vows. To him, she is nothing more than a temporary arrangement-one year, and then freedom. 𝐇𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐜𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐛𝐞𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠. Cold. Distant. Untouchable. But she doesn't fight him. She doesn't break. 𝐈𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐝... 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐲𝐬. With quiet strength and unspoken defiance, she chooses kindness over pride, patience over anger. And somewhere between rituals, stolen glances, and the soft brush of vermillion against her skin... something begins to shift. 𝐖𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐬 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐚𝐭 𝐨𝐧𝐜𝐞. 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐜𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐤... 𝐬𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐥𝐲, 𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐥𝐲. Now, caught between ego and emotion, resentment and desire-he must face a truth he never intended to feel. Because sometimes, the most reluctant bonds... become the most unbreakable ones. 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐬... 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐢𝐜𝐞- 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐚. --- 𝐇𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐨𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧. 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐲𝐞𝐝... 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞. --- Mentioning of ESSR, if that triggers you, 🥵💌💋 *Warning ⚠️* Mature content ahead, 18+ (THEME, LAN

INFAMY - 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘦𝘤𝘩𝘰 𝘰𝘧 𝘷𝘪𝘰𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘪𝘵𝘢𝘣𝘪𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘺 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘸𝘰 𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘴 𝘥𝘰𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘣𝘺 𝘭𝘦𝘨𝘢𝘤𝘺 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘱𝘢𝘪𝘯. They said infamy is earned. Not inherited. Not stolen. Not branded into you by a name you never chose. He learned early that blood remembers even when the mind refuses. It remembers betrayal, survival, rules you never agreed to, debts you cannot repay. Red was never just a color. It was a warning. - " Cinque. Quindici, Cinquanta. Sempre gli stessi numeri." ( 5, 15, 50. Always the same fucking numbers. ) Violence was language. Control was safety. Weakness was deadly. She learned the same truth in her own way. Her world was narrower, colder, sharper than any playground. Instead of drawing lines on skin, she was etching jagged paths across flesh with the katana's blade. Every movement calculated. Every glance scanned for threats. Every step was measured against a ledger no one else could read. Mistakes were never forgiven. Mercy was a weakness. Both trained to survive. Trained to dominate. Trained to be remembered - or feared - even if no one could say their names aloud. And yet, even in parallel, they existed as strangers. Two legacies carving paths through the same world, unaware, unyielding. Every choice they made built walls. Every word they spared sharpened blades in the dark. Ils se sont déjà haïs. ( They already hated eachother. ) And forgetting, when it came, was not relief. It was subtraction. What remained did not sleep. It watched. It counted. It learned the shape of fear before it arrived. Distance collapsed like walls on brittle bones. Breath seized. Time cracked. There was no warning. No pause. No mercy. When it broke, it tore everything- blood, bone, silence. The world itself flinched. No one survived. No one left unmarked.

Aurora St. Clair is dead. Her twin sister, Athena survived. Three months after a horrific crash, Athena is learning how to live without the other half of herself-with her first love, Dominik Kovač, by her side. But Athena is changing. She remembers things that never happened to her. Craves things she once hated. And sometimes, even Dominik looks at her like he's seeing someone else. Everyone says it's trauma. But what if Aurora isn't as gone as everyone thinks?

She loved him with a heart that knew no limits. He loved her in a way that slowly destroyed her. Aarohi Sharma never imagined that the man she once trusted with her whole heart would become the reason she stopped recognizing herself. Behind closed doors, their perfect marriage hides a truth no one knows. A truth filled with pain, fear, broken promises, and a love that was never supposed to hurt this much.She loved him with a heart that knew no limits. He loved her in a way that slowly destroyed her. Aarohi Sharma never imagined that the man she once trusted with her whole heart would become the reason she stopped recognizing herself. Behind closed doors, their perfect marriage hides a truth no one knows. A truth filled with pain, fear, broken promises, and a love that was never supposed to hurt this much. But sometimes, the hardest part isn't leaving someone who broke you. It's finding the courage to choose yourself after they convince you that you are nothing without them. This is Aarohi's story. A story of love, trauma, survival, and the long journey from "Why doesn't he love me?" to "Why did I ever stop loving myself?" Some love stories end with happily ever after. Some begin with a girl finally choosing herself. But sometimes, the hardest part isn't leaving someone who broke you. It's finding the courage to choose yourself after they convince you that you are nothing without them. This is Aarohi's story. A story of love, trauma, survival, and the long journey from "Why doesn't he love me?" to "Why did I ever stop loving myself?" Some love stories end with happily ever after. Some begin with a girl finally choosing herself.

WHISPERS OF DARK SPELL 🕯️🖤 Ek ghar... jahan rishton se zyada raaz hain. Aur un raazon ke beech hai - Isharat. Isharat ke liye daulat, power aur apne matlab se badhkar kuch nahi. Apne devar ki daulat par nazar rakhte hue woh dheere-dheere uske ghar ke rishton ko apne hisaab se todne aur jodne lagti hai. Lekin jab uska beta Tauheed, Rukhsar ko paane ki zid karta hai-jabki Rukhsar usse nahi chahti aur uski feelings se bilkul anjaan hai-tab Isharat ek aisa faisla leti hai jo sabki zindagi badal sakta hai. Dusri taraf Anjum, apne nikah aur Isharat se jude purane raazon ko samajhne ki koshish kar rahi hai. Jitne raaz saamne aayenge, utna hi sawaal badhega- Kya Isharat sach mein sabko apne control mein rakh payegi? Ya uska hi maya-jaal ek din uske khilaaf tootega? TROPES 🖤 Dark Family Drama • Psychological Thriller • Crime & Mystery • Toxic Family • Obsession • Manipulation • Betrayal • Family Secrets • Greed & Power • Forced Relationships • Black-Magic Theme CONTENT WARNING ⚠️ Violence, abuse, emotional manipulation, coercion, crime, obsession, toxic relationships, family conflict aur dark/black-magic themes shamil hain. Reader discretion is advised. 🕯️🖤

A lonely rabbit was pondering before the horizon.Wondering if any one would love him.Until a wolf found him...what would happen next? art mine and the original Verity series belong to thatmob this is just and au i have made in that fandom.And it is swaped au. warnings swearing obsessiveness kidnapping murder Thank you for reading this(if you do) and enjoy!

DARK ROMANCE BOOK WITH REVENGE TROPE 𝓲𝓯 𝓵𝓸𝓿𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓲𝓼 𝓪 𝓬𝓾𝓻𝓼𝓮, 𝓲𝔀𝓲𝓵𝓵 𝔀𝓮𝓪𝓻 𝓲𝓽 𝓹𝓻𝓸𝓾𝓭𝓵𝔂 -daniel volkov 𝓘 𝔀𝓪𝓷𝓽 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓵𝓸𝓿𝓮 𝔀𝓱𝓲𝓬𝓱 𝓲𝓼 𝓵𝓲𝓽𝓽𝓵𝓮 𝓫𝓲𝓽 𝓽𝔀𝓲𝓼𝓽𝓮𝓭 𝓵𝓲𝓽𝓽𝓵𝓮 𝓫𝓲𝓽 𝓭𝓪𝓷𝓰𝓮𝓻𝓸𝓾𝓼, 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓘 𝔀𝓪𝓷𝓽 𝓽𝓸 𝓫𝓮 𝓴𝓲𝓼𝓼𝓮𝓭 𝓵𝓲𝓴𝓮 𝓱𝓮 𝓭𝓮𝓿𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓶𝓮.. -starlet hart I was dark and ruined before I met her,but then my life become heaven and without her I'm lost~ You call it 𝓸𝓫𝓼𝓮𝓼𝓼𝓲𝓸𝓷 I call it 𝓭𝓮𝓿𝓸𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷 Presenting TWISTED DEVOTION BY BTSamry_n

To the person reading this book, I am about to reveal the story of the man who came in at my estate as a guest. He, who was nothing but an enigma, brought both death and fear to my peaceful life. He is not human. - Cordelia

He knows my name. I don't know his. The first time I see him, he's standing across the street in the pouring rain, staring directly at me. I tell myself it's a coincidence. Then I find him inside my apartment. He should be a stranger. Instead, he knows where I live, what time I leave for work, and exactly which window I sleep beside. When I demand answers, he gives me only one: "I'm the reason you're still alive." I should run. I should call the police. I should stay as far away from him as possible. But there's something about him that pulls me closer-the danger in his eyes, the secrets behind his silence, and the way he looks at me like I've been his obsession long before I ever knew his name. Then someone starts leaving threats at my door. And suddenly, the man I've been trying to escape might be the only person who can protect me. But protection comes with a price. And I'm beginning to wonder... What if he didn't save me because he loves me? What if he saved me because he wants me for himself?

A memoir about his hunger in his younger years... His hunger is for something ... primal... and.... was unbearably insatiable.... until He found his perfect fill .... a feast he took his time to savor.... It is the story about that feast.... Bon Appetit... ! Warning: This story contains: •forced intercourse •mental abuse •bdsm •and just sex Discretion is advised 18+