Chance knew the second that he met Kate...she was life-changing. It was the most powerful love until the day he destroyed it. He didn't mean to hurt her, but he lost her. A lifetime passed and fate waited. Now, one of the wealthiest businessmen in NY, he needed her help, and she agreed reluctantly to work with his assistant. It was business and there was someone in her life. Her full life. So, why wasn't fate done yet? And why did he never tell the truth about what happened the day that he lost her? Who was he trying to protect? When an accident brought them face to face again, the years felt like only hours for him. As she realized time didn't heal old wounds, she kept herself safe from him, but this didn't keep her safe from everyone. He wants to help her, but will he only hurt her again, or will fate finally get its way? It has only taken a lifetime to find out.

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Anya Singh Shekhawat lives a life full of luxury, power, and respect. She is the one and only daughter of a ruthless businessman-Vikram Singh Shekhawat. She walks gracefully in a world that adores her beauty, unaware of the dark secrets and dangerous desires that follow her every move. Years ago, Shivaay Singh Rathore burned for Anya with a passion so fierce it consumed him. But betrayal shattered his world, leaving him presumed dead. He rose from the ashes as a mafia king-the king of shadows-building his empire on blood and vengeance. Shivaay has returned from the dead, more powerful than ever, with a desire to claim 𝘼𝙣𝙮𝙖 as his. As Anya becomes lost in her father's sinister web of lies and traps, she says yes to marrying an arrogant man she hates. In the shadows, someone is watching, waiting, stalking. When secrets unravel and old wounds bleed fresh, Anya finds herself caught in a twisted waltz where love and obsession blur into one. Can Anya escape the dark web woven around her? Or will she surrender to the man who claims her body, her soul, and every last breath-whether she wants to or not? Read now and get lost in a world of dangerous passion, deadly secrets, and a love that refuses to die. _____________________⚚____________________ ❝𝓡𝓾𝓷, 𝓯𝓲𝓰𝓱𝓽, 𝓻𝓮𝓼𝓲𝓼𝓽 𝓪𝓵𝓵 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝔀𝓪𝓷𝓽... 𝓫𝓾𝓽 𝓲𝓷 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓮𝓷𝓭 𝔂𝓸𝓾'𝓵𝓵 𝓬𝓸𝓶𝓮 𝓫𝓪𝓬𝓴 𝓽𝓸 𝓶𝓮, 𝓼𝔀𝓮𝓮𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓪𝓻𝓽. 𝓨𝓸𝓾 𝓪𝓵𝔀𝓪𝔂𝓼 𝓭𝓸.❞ _____________________⚚____________________ ⚠️ 𝗗𝗶𝘀𝗰𝗹𝗮𝗶𝗺𝗲𝗿: This story contains mature themes, dark romance, intense theme, romcom and emotions. Reader discretion is advised. ✨ 𝗥𝗘𝗔𝗗 𝗔𝗧 𝗬𝗢𝗨𝗥 𝗢𝗪𝗡 𝗥𝗜𝗦𝗞✨

She swears she hates him. He's convinced he hates her more. But when secrets, lies, and late-night whispers begin to blur the line between enemies and something they wouldn't even consider, neither of them is ready for what's coming. *** Aliana is loud, impulsive, and dangerously unpredictable. She lies when she's scared, smiles when she's breaking, and keeps everyone away with her endless sarcasm and sharp tongue. She doesn't need anyone. Especially not him. Ali is silent storms and cold stares. The boy with the bad reputation, a past no one talks about, and a temper that makes people flinch. He wants nothing to do with drama, especially when it wears red lipstick and calls him names. They can't stand each other. So why do they keep ending up alone in the same room? Why does every fight feel like foreplay? And why does hating him hurt more than it should? ~~~~~~ He kisses me, again and again, raw and consuming, and then pulls away; I can feel his green eyes piercing my soul. "What you told me last time, say it again," he whimpers breathlessly. "What?" I manage to ask, confused, and reel him in again for another kiss. He pulls back again, his breath hot against my skin. "That you hate me, tell me that you hate me." "I hate you," I tell him almost instantly, the lie burning on my tongue. He kisses me harder and more hungrily, and the words slip out again from my tongue: "I hate you. I hate you. I hate you." His murmurs deepen into groans, and at this exact moment, I ask myself how I'm still standing, still breathing, still present. ~~~~~~ Status: Ongoing Updates: Wednesdays and Saturdays

I flinch as his hand reaches to my face, and aggressively pulls down the cloak from my head. He surveys my tear stained face and jewelry all the way down to my dress. Then he speaks, "what's your name?" I open my mouth but no words come out. Fear grips me again. "I believe I asked you a question," his eyes grow darker. "Al-Alice" I whisper. His eyes wander outside to the window. "You will address me as 'your highness' and I do not tolerate mistakes. I will punish you and you will never forget to follow my orders. Do I make myself clear?" -------------------- In this world everybody has a soulmate. Two people that are meant to be together for the rest of their lives. Finding them isn't as hard as you'd think, since every two people that belong together have the same tattoo somewhere on their body. It is something you're born with, something that's meant to be. There is no doubt that these two people no matter the status or finances, belong together. Some grow up knowing their future soulmate, some find them later in life, but in the end they always belong together. Marrying someone, who isn't you soulmate is punishable here in my family's kingdom Lyria. My father always believed in the bond. But what if the bond isn't meant to be after all. Or could it be true that my soulmate is no other than darkness himself. That he's the heartless king our country is currently at war with. The one that leaves not even woman and children alive.... Ranks✨ #2 forced ~02.07.20 #2 heartless ~07.07.20 #91 fear ~09.07.20 #1 castle ~10.07.20 #1 obsession ~12.07.20 #1 royalty ~ 02.08.20 #1 hatelove ~02.08.20 #1 cruel ~02.08.20 #1 hate ~ 03.08.20 #1 princess ~ 10.08.20 #1 king ~ 26.11.20 #3 midieval ~ 22.12.20 #1 evil ~ 20.02.21 CAUTION This book contains violence and gore along with cursing. Also if you're triggered by domestic violence DONT READ THIS BOOK. Thanks.

I wanted nothing but to run, to run away from him to my home, but he wouldn't let me go. He told me I was his captive, only his. No, that wasn't love; that was obsession mixed with nothing but hatred. He kept scraping my wounds, which I couldn't heal, making it more painful to bear. I wanted to hide myself , away from him, away from my bully. THE STARTING CAN BE A LITTLE CHEESY BUT TRUST ME JUST KEEP GOING AND EVERY SECOND WILL WORTH..... Content Warning: This story contains dark themes, including: Bullying Violence and blood Torture Abusive characters Reader discretion is advised, as these elements may be distressing to some. THE STORY STARTS FROM HERE, DONT FORGET TO VOTE , ALSO GIVE ME YOUR REVIEW ABOUT THE STORY THROUGH COMMENT Section AND FOLLOW FOR MORE UPDATES... ⚠️ Dark romance Hate to love and love to obsessed Murder Forced relationship

She's not your average girl. Tossed into the world of guns and death at a young age, She's already used to it all. Trained to become a cold-hearted killer. When she's given a target to eliminate, it turns out her heart isn't so cold after all. Instead her brain is a crack because you don't go hooking up with your Target. "I will ruin you." "You can't ruin something that's already ruined." Stuck between the devil and the red Sea. This Devil though, Is willing to have her for himself. Except it all comes with a price. ::::::: "You dare try to double cross me?!" "Awww. Did it hurt to get betrayed? Get used to it Dumbass!" I was shoved hard against the wall again. I cursed. Shit. Updates every Fridays and Saturdays! #1 in Dark Past 1/9/2023 #1 in Undercover 14/9/2023 #3 in Spy 1/05/2024 #1 in Spy 18/06/2024 #1 in Sassy 06/10/2024 ::::: Thank you for checking out my book. it's going to need all your love and support. lots of love, Sophie_Kvng❤️

In the dark night there is a girl who is running or we can say taking fast steps on the lonely road while tears are flowing down from her eyes . when she felt a strong kick on her stomach she stopped and started to cares her big Bloated stomach with her both hands in love showing way and a beautiful smile came on her face again. she cleaned her face with her both hands and again started to take step forward towards her destination. where she is going ? why she is in this condition ? why she is crying ? etc ..etc ... questions are running in your brain .. if you want the answers of your all the questions than join this story . warning :- this story for only those who are +18 and who love dark romance . 🔞mature content 🔞abusive language.

With her dream job and a peaceful life taking shape, Advika thought she left her traumatic past behind. Everything seemed perfect until she crossed paths with Shravan aka devil. Shravan, with buried secrets and hidden agendas has now to get married to fulfill his purpose. So in return for a favour, he made an unconventional demand to Advika that shook her world. She must follow his rules with one non-negotiable condition ~ no falling in love. She is fire. He is ice. She can't stand his arrogance, and now she has to face him every single day. But the more she fights him, the closer their two completely different worlds collide. Will she make it through his impossible terms, or will this deal cost her everything? ~~~~~~ 18+ content with lots of romance, humor and witty remarks.

Loving him was the cruelest kind of torment-a love that lived in the shadows, one that could never bask in the warmth of the sun. I was nothing more than a stolen moment, a whispered name in the dark, a secret he tucked away between the life he had built and the one he wished he could have. I knew, deep down, that I was a fracture in his story, a fleeting escape from the weight of his reality. And yet, I still clung to him, to the illusion that for a few precious hours, he was mine. But the truth was relentless-it came in the form of unanswered texts, in the way he dressed hurriedly after loving me, in the way he said her name with the same tenderness he once gave me. I had given him my heart, knowing he would never be able to keep it, and yet, I loved him still. Loved him as I watched him walk away, loved him as he returned to the arms of the woman he truly belonged to, loved him as I drowned in the loneliness he left behind. Because no matter how much I wished it to be different, I was not his home-I was just a place he visited before going back to where his heart truly lived.