With Me

She's a wild, free spirit who sees the good in everyone, and he's the hardened, bad-tempered loner who wants nothing to do with her-yet no matter how hard he tries to push her away, she's the one temptation he can't escape. *** He's never met someone with such a bubbly personality. Not to mention the wildness and odd phrases she says every five minutes. He hates it. He hates how he can't stay away from it. He hates what she does to him; it's not like him to chase after some girl. She gets under his skin like no other. She's never met someone with such a bad attitude. He's ill-mannered and menacing. The glare never seems to leave his face. Considering it all, she can't help but feel the attraction toward him. Dangerous attraction toward a seemingly dangerous man. Maybe it's the tattoos on his arm that gets her attention. Or maybe it's because she can tell there's hope for good under his rough exterior. And she's about to find it, whether he likes it or not. It's no secret that the two of them are complete and total opposites. *** "You like being called Sugar, don't you?" I tease, placing my toothbrush back after finishing. He does the same and gives me a side-eyed scowl. He grips my chin harshly and kisses me. My body temperature raises a good ten degrees and my right leg goes all wiggly. He pulls away. "You like it when I kiss you, don't you?" He teases the same way I did to him and I'm left blubbering. "I think both of our questions are rhetorical," I lower my voice up at him. His lip curls up into a smirk. *** #1 in Young Adult #9 in Badboy #1 in Cold #3 in Goodgirl #1 in Sweetheart #14 in Love *** *Warning* This story contains mature themes (language, scenes)

"A-Aryan..." her voice trembled, breath uneven. I smirked. "Miss me, butterfly?" Her body was taut, shaking, but not from the cold. Her hands pressed against my chest, pushing, resisting. Weak. "Let me go," she whispered. I didn't move. "Why?" "You-" her voice cracked. "You killed him." My smirk didn't waver. Her throat bobbed as she swallowed. "You're not just a businessman. You're a murderer." I tilted my head. "And?" Her breath hitched. "And? That's all you have to say?" "What else do you want, Siya?" I murmured, brushing my thumb against her pulse. "An apology?" Her eyes darkened with rage. "You don't even regret it." I chuckled. "No." __________________________________ "What do I want?" His voice was low, edged with something dark. "I thought that was obvious." I held my ground, refusing to back away even as he stopped mere inches from me. "Say it," I challenged. He exhaled a quiet chuckle, his eyes roaming my face before locking onto mine. "I want you, Siya." My breath caught. Not because of his words-I had known it from the start-but because of the way he said them. Not a request. Not a plea. A statement. Like it was inevitable. Like I was already his. I forced my chin up, summoning every ounce of defiance in me. "You don't own me, Aryan." _____________ Mature content⚠️

The twisted series 2nd generation ff. ( also contains characters from the Sins series) *BOOK-3* (Can be read as a standalone) ----------------- "What began as a kiss to save face became the truth their hearts could never deny." Amy Chen Ambrose has spent years lying about a boyfriend who doesn't exist. Famous photographer. Sunshine personality. Fierce, bold- and supposedly taken. When her friends corner her in Singapore demanding proof, she panics and kisses the one man she swore she'd never involve. Eithan Harper - sharp, controlled, and her childhood friend. The man who built an empire protecting women. The last person she expected to fall into this mess. Now they're stuck in a fake relationship- for her freedom from questions, and his escape from meddling socialites (and a very persistent seventy-year-old Laurel Macaulay). Rules are set. Lines are drawn. It's all pretend- until one kiss stops feeling like a lie. *(Can be read as a standalone)* Trope: Fake dating, grumpy x sunshine ___________________________________ The pictures used for cover and aesthetics are not mine, credit goes to their respective owners ___________________________________ WARNING⚠️- 1. Very very slow updates 😭🫂 2. Mature contents so please read it at your own risk. 3. And bad English... Honestly you will know after reading it... 4. And also you may not find a lot of similarities in the characters with the OGs because I like to make my characters independent.

《Book 1 of "His" Series.》 "Come on, Firefly. Stop eating that," I said, half amused and half exasperated. But instead of listening, she walked over to me, holding the jar out with a determined look on her face. "You should put it on your lips too. You'll like it!" I raised an eyebrow. "No. I'm not doing that, Firefly." She pouted, stepping closer. "Come on, just once," she insisted, dipping her finger into the tiny jar and attempting to smear it on my lips. I caught her wrist, grinning as an idea struck me. "You really want me to taste it that badly?" I asked, my voice dropping a notch. "Yes!" she said, her enthusiasm masking the mischief in my tone. I leaned in slightly, lowering my voice further. "Alright then, you asked for it, Firefly." Before she could comprehend my words, I tilted her chin up and captured her lips with mine. The kiss wasn't soft or tentative-it was deliberate, consuming. My lips pressed firmly against hers, moving slowly but with intent. As I kissed her, the faint sweetness of the strawberry flavor mingled with something even better-the natural taste of her lips. She was breathless by the time I pulled away, her cheeks flushed, her eyes wide and dazed. I smirked, brushing my thumb gently over her now swollen lips. "You're right, Firefly," I murmured, my voice low and teasing. "The strawberry flavor is good. But your lips? They're even better." ⭐ Tropes ⭐: _______________ ✨ Arranged Marriage ❤️ 👩‍❤️‍👨 Elder Daughter × Younger Son 💍 💖 Kind, Sensitive & Strong FMC 🔥 Rude but captivated by her & "Touch Her and Die" MMC 💞 Spicy & Intense Romance 🌞 Grumpy × Sunshine Vibes - A love story where fate binds them, sparks fly, and hearts collide! 💫❤️‍🔥 ___________________ Start: 15/12/2024 End: 13/06/2025

༼۝A story that starts with forbidden love, but then...shit gets real༼۝ C O N T E N T W A R N I N G ~ Explicit Sexual Themes 🦋No smut at the start of this story, though it is going to be there after a little slowburn🦋 • I growl, low and rough, as I thrust harder, faster. "Some little bastard bats his lashes at you and suddenly you're ready to say yes?! In front of me? While I was watching?" She bites her lip, whimpering, moaning, that sound that always fucks with my head. My hands grips her thigh, spreading her wider, my pace unforgiving. Because she needs to fucking learn - no, she needs to know that how much I'm hers. And that she's mine. "Daddy's teaching you here something," I hissed against her ear, sweat dripping down my temple. "Every fucking time you even think about letting another guy get close like that, remember this - remember how it feels when I'm buried so deep inside you you can't fucking breathe." Her nails dig into my shoulders, her body arching, those tight, sweet little nipples brushing against my skin, begging for the attention her pussy is throbbing against. Her voice cracks out my name, and i grin, dark and mean. "Yeah, scream it. Let the whole fucking neighbourhood know who owns this sweet little cunt." I slam into her harder, gritting my teeth, my hand gripping her jaw to make her look at me through her dazed, teary eyes. "Keep looking at me when I'm ruining you, Miss Davis." She shivers at that, face turning redder. I say, voice low enough, "you're mine, Vi. My baby, my brat. And when I'm done with you tonight, you'll know exactly why." My pace turns brutal, merciless. Her moans turn into broken sounds, the bedframe creaking under us - • ⚠️ Content warning ⚠️ This story contains mature themes and explicit themes that may be sensitive to some readers. Please avoid reading the story as there's going to be: - Smut - explicit sex A request again to please avoid reading who are uncomfortable. ••• :3

He usually prefers his employees to be less...bubbly. Energetic. A little more like him, essentially. But there was something about her the moment she introduced herself. Maybe it was the way she looked at him, or the way she smiled at everyone in her line of sight, who knows. But, whatever the reason is, he hates it. He hates that he gave into that feeling when he met her. She manages to find her way into his mind 24/7, unlike any woman ever has. She doesn't think she's ever seen someone as angry at the world as him. He can be rude and he doesn't always think about other's feelings before he speaks. A scowl somehow is always set on his face, like he was born that way. For any other person, a man like that would make you want to simply ignore him. But not her. She has her heart set on making him smile. Even just a little. Maybe even a laugh. And she is not giving up any time soon. It's not hard to tell that two people with personalities like theirs can lead to a dangerous combination.

She was hired to clean his home, not unravel his heart.Dante lives in a world of violence, power, and control. Amore doesn't belong there-but neither does her softness.Still, something about her quiet defiance draws him in.Secrets fester, danger looms, and love becomes the riskiest game. As enemies close in, desire turns dead. ••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••• His teeth graze my jawline as he growls low in his throat. "Beg prettier." "Please, Dante... I need it. I want you to make me cum...please." My voice cracks, desperate now. Finally, he chuckles, a dark, dangerous sound that sends heat pooling low in my belly. "Good girl." Without warning, he lets my legs drop from around his waist. I barely have time to catch my breath before his hands grip my thighs, spreading them wide as he drops to his knees in front of me. "Keep those pretty legs open." He commands, his tone leaving no room for argument. Then his mouth is on me. I gasp, my hands flying to his hair as his tongue flicks over my clit, sending shockwaves through my body. He groans against me, the vibrations making my knees threaten to buckle. "Oh-fuck... yes." I moan, my hips rocking instinctively. His hands grip my thighs tighter, keeping me pinned against the wall as he devours me like a man starved. His tongue moves with devastating precision, switching between slow, teasing licks and fast, relentless strokes that make my head spin. "Such a mess already." He growls against me. "You taste so fucking good." My fingers tug at his hair, my body trembling as I feel the orgasm building fast and hard. "Dante, I'm gonna-" "Not yet." he said, pulling back just enough to blow cool air on my throbbing clit. "I'll tell you when you're allowed." "Please, I'm so close..." I whimper, hips rolling. "You'll wait." His tongue dives back in, and this time, he doesn't hold back. The pace is brutal, unrelenting.

There's this silence between us that stretches longer than it should, and it wraps around my chest like a weighted blanket. My throat tightens. I stare at him like I'm trying to memorise the face of someone who shouldn't exist. A dream made real. My lips part before I can stop myself. "Were you sent by my dad to take care of me?" The question hangs in the air, trembling like the last leaf in autumn. Aiden's gaze softens. His lips tug into the gentlest smile I've ever seen. It's the kind of smile that could mend broken wings. "No" he whispers. "I volunteered." The words hit harder than I expect. Like a punch wrapped in silk. I gasp, air leaves me in a rush I can't reclaim. But before I can fully process what he's just said, he takes a step closer. His fingers ghost over my cheek, brushing away a tear I didn't realise had fallen. And then-he kisses me painfully slow. His hand cups the back of my neck, anchoring me to a moment I never want to end. And just when I think it's over, he pulls away just enough to look at me. His thumb traces the damp trail of tears down my cheek. He doesn't say anything. He just leans in again, and kisses them away. One by one. My tears. My pain. My silence. All kissed away by a boy who didn't come to save me because someone sent him. He came because he chose to.

"Stop messing with me." He threatened through his teeth, his breathing as erratic as mine. I let out a stifled laugh. "Or else?" He inhaled deep through his nose, poked the inside of his cheek, as if he was trying to make a tough decision, all the while keeping such an intense stare on my eyes, it was almost uncomfortable. "I won, so you stop." James' mouth was so close, I could feel his words in mine. "Think again, Jamesie." I raised my left hand to his throat, holding the same dagger I had knocked out of his hand before. In the middle of all the rolling around, I'd managed to catch it. A strike of luck, really. James grunted a labored sigh and inched even further towards me. "You're fucking impossible..." His eyes flicked over to my lips. I felt my stomach tingle. "You're heavy." I complained, my voice a little more than a rasp. His index finger grazed on my jaw. "You can take it." [---] My life was perfectly fine. Adoptive daughter of a millionaire, unofficial leader of a team of private security, friend to many unstable, skilled fighters, free as a little bird to do whatever I wanted - as long as I kept it out of the media's scent. Then along came James Fucking Blackwell to ruin everything. Just because I happened to rescue him during my time as an asset for the US Army, the damn asshole convinced himself I was some sort of angel and wouldn't leave me alone. I hated him. Kinda. [---] All comments welcomed, but please be kind to one another. Possible TW: - cursing (a lot) - mentions of SA - mentions of miscarriage - depiction of violence - mention of weapons - mature content All rights of this story belong to me. Any similarities with real life are merely coincidental as the story is entirely fictional. Hope you enjoy reading <3

"why the fuck did you go on a date with him? he is not even your type!!" he growls. "so what? he is friendly and nice to me" I replied confidently. "NO, HE IS NOT NICE!!! he wants you because you're....beautiful" he said looking directly in my eyes! "Viaan! stop being so annoying...and let me go! he is waiting for me" I said. As I was about to leave, he held my hands and in a millisecond I was pinned to his car. I was shocked by this action of his. He never behaved like this but today he was in different mood. "What a-are you d-doing?" I said. We were so close that our lips were almost touching and then he bends towards my neck and kiss it. I swear that feeling was so amazing... I loved it but I didn't show it on my face, but then he looked at me with his dark brown eyes, and stared at me for a couple of seconds. "If you didn't leave for home right now! I will kiss the fuck out of you, until you become breathless" he said in his deep voice without breaking the eye contact. Honestly that was hot....but this is not the time for this. "And why are you suddenly so interested in my personal life? Are you jealous of Abhay?" I said without looking at him. "Do not try me! I said go home!!" I sensed that he is angry. "Oh yeah? don't try you? what will you do Mr. Raghuvanshi?" I said in a sarcastic way. To which he smirked. and said "don't ask for something you can't handle baby" What did he just say.....Baby? "I'm not your baby". "Are you sure?" he smirked again. Why the hell he's keep doing that. ......... Tropes - Friends to Lovers CBI officer × Teacher Past is Involved No cheating Mention of Domestic violence (not by Male Lead) Torture on Female lead (obviously not by Male Lead) #1 hers #19 slowburn #7 desiromance

Two broken souls in the midst of a crazy world. Two souls running away from their past. There was no light at the end of the tunnel. The tunnel was cracking, slowly closing in. When these two connect, as if they were set on the same path, light creeps in through the cracks, and for or a moment, the tunnel seems to have a way out, but what if it collapses before they make it? - "You saved my life." The words come out as a whisper, I've been dying to say that. I thank god every day that he came into my life when he did. "Fuck Vivian, you don't know how much I needed you." I tear up just a little as he speaks, I don't know the last time I cried happy tears. I bring my hands up to cup his cheeks, resting my forehead against his. "No matter how much I push, I don't mean it. Please don't give up on me." My words seem to relieve him in some way as I feel his shoulders relax. "Even when I'm gone, I'll be by your side, forever." He brings his hand, sticking his pinky out. "pinky promise."I wrap mine around his, placing a kiss on his lips. Warning before you read!! This is my first book! This book will contain topics of SA, eating disorders, and mature content, if any of these things may bother you in anyway, please scroll! I hope when I finish this book I can public a clean version, with a different perspective leaving out these topics, but for now, this is how i've envisioned this story to go! Enjoy -Ash🌸

"Watch it." "Watch it," I mock him in a whisper, feeling brave. Suddenly, he gets up from his stool and stalks towards me. His large frame towering over my sitting form. I swallow the last bit of my pancakes slowly, my eyes wandering up his body until they stop at his face. He seems displeased. Very much so. His hand grabs the part where my head and neck connect and he slowly but firmly tilts my head back, his fingers tangling in my hair. His skin is rough on mine but still oddly comforting. "What did you just say?" He asks, each of his words pronounced slowly and precisely. "I-I-I j-just.. I was j-just joking." I barely choke out. "You were just joking, huh?" "Mhm." I nod, my head subconsciously leaning into his touch my eyes closing on their own accord. His thumb caresses my cheekbone and I never want him to stop. I have never had a male being make me feel this good before. Don't get me wrong I did kiss a few people but it never felt as good as what he is doing right now. "Romy?" "Yes," I breathe out, biting my lip. His thumb is quick in pulling it from between my teeth. "Nevermind." He rushes out, detaching his hand from my face. Hey Guys! I hope you enjoy my story. If you do, please leave a vote, thank you :) Highest rankings: #1 in sexy #1 in hot #1 in olderguy #2 in marriage #9 in romance #1 in fiction #6 in newadult #1 in completed #4 in possessive #2 in alphamale #4 in mature #1 in mechanic #2 in details #1 in summer #6 in realistic #13 in love #10 in agegap

"𝑬𝒂𝒓𝒍𝒊𝒆𝒓 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘𝒏 𝒂𝒔 𝑩𝒐𝒏𝒆𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑺𝒉𝒂𝒅𝒐𝒘𝒔 & 𝑫𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒔 𝑶𝒃𝒔𝒔𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒐𝒏" "𝐈 𝐰i𝐥l f𝐮c𝐤 𝐭h𝐞 𝐟i𝐠h𝐭 𝐨u𝐭 𝐨f y𝐨u, 𝐮n𝐭i𝐥 𝐲o𝐮 𝐚r𝐞 𝐧o𝐭h𝐢n𝐠 𝐛u𝐭 𝐚 𝐭r𝐞m𝐛l𝐢n𝐠 𝐦e𝐬s" "...do you want to break off the engagement with me that much?" "If it's you, you will find a girl who's much better than me. One who will be much more helpful to you. Of course, the company..." His eyes were shining clearly even in the smoke. "All I want is you." He gently swept the back of her hand with his fingertips. She tried to avoid his touch, but he grabbed her wrist and refused to let go. "I've spent a lot of time on this wedding. I took you to an important gathering of acquaintances, and I put a lot of effort into finding a wedding gift and a new house for newlyweds. You've wasted the time of both our families and mine." "So... what do you want me to do?" "Who knows. What should you do?" He inhaled the cigar deeply and exhaled a thick smoke again. As the smoke rolled in, clear tears formed around her eyes. He gently wiped the corners of her eyes. The moment he first met her, he muttered as he stared at her neat face, which made his heart stop. "If you don't like it that much, I can't help it either. We have no choice but to find an agreement." "An agreement...?" "There's something that needs to be gone, right?"

I stand there wide eyed and frozen where I am being held in place. The sounds of fists connecting on skin, cracking under his bloody fists. How can he be so cruel and heartless? Why doesn't he just leave me alone? "STOP PLEASE JUST STOP!" I hear myself scream feeling warm tears fall down my cheek. I couldn't bear it anymore. At the sound of my scream, he stops midair snapping his head towards my frightened one with a sadistic smirk. He does that every time someone begs. "Sorry Princess, I don't think I heard you?" He heard me, that's how he plays with people's emotions. "Stop just let him go he didn't do anything wrong." He stares at me blankly. His eyes show anger. "HE DID DO SOMETHING WRONG! HE TOUCHED YOU! NO ONE TOUCHES WHAT'S MINE!" I flinch from his screams, something I always do when he yells. "I'm... we aren't." I shake my head. "Say it. I WANT.TO.HEAR.YOU.SAY.IT!" I know what he wants me to say, I just couldn't. He notices that I am not going to say the three words he wants to hear. Turning to face his punching bag, he lifts his arm again, hatred in his eyes. "STOP! I -- I'll say it, just please stop. He's had enough." I say defeated. Dropping his arm, he drops him on the ground like a sack of dirt and stalks towards me as the arms that restrain me let go. "Tell me Princess. Tell me what I want to hear." he cups my face with his bloody hands. Staring into his cold-hearted eyes I let out a shaky breath "I -- I'm...only...yours." His lips curl up into a smile pulling me into his lips. Kissing me possessively, I shut my eyes tightly. Pulling away he goes back to a serious face. "You.Are.OnlyMine! Remember that. You belong to me. You know I will kill any guy that even thinks to look, speak or touch you. Do you understand me? I nod my head yes glancing over at the limp body on the ground then back at him. Stepping back, he turns and kicks him on his side making him spit blood out. "Next time you're dead!" ... I'm only his...

"Derek..." I laughed not hesitating to run up to him, I launched myself into his arms, and we stood there holding each other, my feet barely touching the ground. His face nuzzled into my neck taking in my scent and I was pressed into his shoulder so tight I couldn't smell anything but him, we were so focused on one another that we didn't care what was happening around us and when we did pull back, I grabbed his face looking at the new parts I didn't recognize and the old ones that always stayed the same. {WARNING THIS STORY MAY CONTAIN GRAPHIC/MATURE CONTENT, IF YOU ARE SENSITIVE TO ANYTHING SKIP THE CHAPTERS WITH WARNINGS, MAY CONTAIN - SEX - ABUSE - ASSASSINATION - TORTURE - TRAUMA - MURDER - SEXUAL CONTENT - AND OTHER MATURE CONTENT OF SORTS.} Created: June 2018 Edited: January 2024

𝐈𝐧𝐬𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝘉𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘖𝘯𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘈𝘭𝘭𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘋𝘢𝘳𝘬𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘚𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴 "You have no right over me" I throw the words laced with venom towards him. "I. own. you. blame me for all I care but you will be Mrs. Kabir Malhaan" the rage and ruthlessness emanating from the monster in front of me has made me weak on my legs. My breath hitched in answer "A gun on my waist. is that how you propose?" I don't back away. A shiver trailed the cold kiss of the barrel as he dragged it slowly from my waist to my navel, then up gliding over my skin with cruel leisure until it nestled between my breasts, aimed straight at my heart. "No. It's a promise of where you belong. You belong in my goddamn empire, not beside me, but 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘷𝘦 it. Because you're the reason I breathe. I breathed you, Roop." And just like that, with his words toying with my emotions. He bent lower and planted a kiss so gentle that it did not match his depravity. - 𝐊𝐚𝐛𝐢𝐫 𝐌𝐚𝐥𝐡𝐚𝐚𝐧. The sort of man who'd auction the last remnants of your soul to Satan himself just to watch it burn pretty. A man who smiles as the world collapses at his feet, who'd trace devotion in blood and call it love. Because monsters like him don't ask for worship they become the sin you wish to follow. 𝐑𝐨𝐨𝐩 𝐊𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐲𝐚𝐩. born with the whitest morals stitched into her soul, like armor. A girl who takes nothing for granted, who counts blessings like stars and carries her kindness like a quiet rebellion. In her world she worships chaos. When her path crosses with an heir apparent of a mafia syndicate. She loses more than just her freedom of will. It's the question of who will win the silent war.

!! 𝐀 𝐑𝐨𝐦-𝐜𝐨𝐦- 𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 !! " 𝐌𝐲 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐞, 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞 𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐲, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐬𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐦𝐞. " ˙✧🪐 ๋࣭ ⋆｡ °✩ I despised chaos. Loud annnoying noises that disrupted my peace. All I craved was serenity, a sanctuary from the whirlwind of thoughts in my mind. But then, like a sudden gust of wind, she entered my life. she was a storm of chaos, who flipped my peaceful world completely upside down. I couldn't stand her. She was embodied chaos itself, and I was determined to despise her until the very end. But little did I know that her chaos would become the only essence of my peace. The chaos is 𝐌𝐢𝐫𝐡𝐚 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐈𝐯𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐯. I have had my fill of dictators in my life. Everywhere I turned, I encountered coldness. All I yearned for was warmth. The cozy feeling that wraps around you like a soft warm blanket after being drenched in the rain completely and going numb. I have already had enough coldness and dictatorship in my life and the last thing i needed was another person adding to it. He was the epitome of frigidity, capable of freezing you with a single glance. I despise dictators and the chilling aura they bring. And I absolutely despised him. I couldn't stand him one bit. But little did I know that the warmth I was so desperately searching for would be found in that Antarctica of a person. The dictator is 𝐙𝐚𝐲𝐫𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐚 𝐌𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐤.

*Featured book* [HIGHEST RANKING : #1 IN #controlfreak ] " I HATE YOU".. trying to hide my tears by taking a step back and suddenly felt his hand gripping my arm tightly, tight enough to give bruise on my skin, drag me towards him, forcing me to stand an inch away from his face close enough to feel his breath.... (giving same electrical chills on my body), looking into his eyes how can i hate you james, but i have to do this for the sake of me.. suddenly back to reality, now his grip his hurting me... "JAMESSS.... PLEASE STOP IT, you're hurting me". He realised it and losen up, hold me again from my waist, "YOU CANNOT HATE ME, DO YOU GET THAT" he said with anger in his voice. "NO, I HATE YOU AND LEAVE ME I AM NOT YOURS, YOU CANNOT TELL ME WHAT SHOULD I SAY OR NOT" yelling louder enough to make him more mad. "YES, YOU CANNOT HATE ME BECAUSE YOU ARE MINE" his lips near enough to touch my lips, can feel his breath, suddenly my eyes went to his lips and for a second i stared at his lips but again i look away, this time he pressed his lips to mine, forcing me to let him enter and i gave up, we are kissing more passionately with anger and want but suddenly i am back to the harsh reality and ive tried to remove him but i know i am not strong enough to remove him, but with the force i push him although i didn't want to but i have to, then he is looking at me without breaking an eye contact and said with smirk "I KNOW YOU ARE STILL MINE". Yes he is HER Disaster, Something has happened 5 years back which she still regret and wished, what if it it didn't happen, what if she hadn't met him at first place, what if she stopped him by keep coming back to her life. she cannot get away from him and cannot live with him although she want to be with him, but have to make a decision otherwise it will lead her nowhere but in the darkness.