What Are The Signs Of Fangirling Too Hard?

DARK ROMANCE "Sir, I am in a dire need of loan. Its very important, my friends life is at stake. I assure you I'll try my best to return the loan asap." She breathlessly said it all. Her eyes were filled with hope and expectations. He was her last hope. "Miss Sheharzaad," Shehryaar said, while standing up from his chair causing her to instantly stand up. "Yes sir" she replied, her voice troublesome yet confident. He walked towards the other side of the table and sat on the chair parallel to her. "Keep sitting, please." He said, like a gentleman and she sat down. She tightly held her hands together. A life could be saved by his single yes. "Sir please," she pleaded. "I agree. You can have the loan, but I have a condition." "I agree to your every condition sir" she replied with a little smile of victory on her face. "Think before you speak, Miss Sheharzaad." "I trust you." "I want a one night stand with you." He dropped the bomb. ............ "Every women is nothing but a , a and you're also one of them." He said making her wriggling double against the ropes, which tied her. "You're wrong." She replied with a sheer determination in her eyes. He harshly gripped held her chin and bobbed her head up towards him. "Oh, I'll prove it to you then." He spoke with an immense intensity and a promise in his eyes. "You'll now serve me as my personal escort, Sheharzaad." He declared and threaded his fingers into her silky locks, pasting his lips on hers, her brutally. He didn't trust womankind and she was a strong woman. He wanted shatter and break her into pieces so he could satisfy himself.

She was born from scandal. He was raised to never accept weakness. Together, they were forced into a marriage neither of them wanted... but fate had other plans. After the death of her mother, the daughter of a maid finds herself trapped in the mansion of a father who never wanted her, surrounded by a family that despises her. To gain their approval and earn her place, she agrees to an arranged marriage—with a man as cold as he is cruel. Damien Westwood is the definition of power and privilege. Rich, ruthless, and indifferent, he sleeps with a different woman each night and treats his new wife like she’s nothing. To his family, she’s just a burden he’s forced to bear. To him, she’s an unwanted shadow. But what happens when the girl they all underestimated refuses to break? Through humiliation, heartbreak, and betrayal, she slowly becomes the one thing they never expected: unstoppable. And as Damien’s obsession with her grows, so does the danger... because in this house, love doesn't heal—it destroys.

Iris had always dreamed of a quiet life; a man who truly loved her, extending a saving hand from this suffocating fate, so they could grow old together in peace. But life had-other plans. “Please… Gabriel… enough… let me go…” Her voice trembled inside the locked room, punctuated by sobs. No door-would open, and no window offered escape. Trapped inside a-luxurious space that felt like a golden cage. Alone, surrounded by luxury never part of her dreams. Nothing remained but to wait for his return. When he entered, silence became suffocating. His eyes smiled, but seeing her tears, his expression darkened. He lifted her chin despite resistance, wiping her tears, whispering, “Iris… tell me what you want… and I will give it to you.” She stayed silent. Her-only desire was to vanish from this world. Anger flickered in her-eyes. In desperation, she bit his hand and pushed him away. “Get away-from me…” Her defiance only fueled his delight. She retreated, tears falling. He smiled faintly, as if losing his mind. “A child… isn’t that what you used to dream of?” He drew closer, voice calm. Iris trembled, turning away. “Tell me again… and I will make it happen… just stay with me.” He silenced her. She could not speak, trapped between fear and confusion. His presence filled every corner of the room, leaving no space for her thoughts. Iris lowered her gaze, struggling to breathe calmly, realizing that every refusal only tightened his hold. She understood that escape was impossible, no matter how much she resisted. The words she once wanted to shout faded into silence inside her mind. she recognized something far more unsettling.The truth finally became clear, though it was far too late.This was not love,It was something darker and far more dangerous.Obsession!!

"Don't move," he trailed his kisses to my neck after saying it, his hands were grasping my hands, entwining his fingers with mine, putting them above my head. His woodsy scent of cologne invades my senses and I was aroused by the simple fact that his weight was slightly crushing me. ***** When a famous author keeps on receiving emails from his stalker, his agent says to let it go. She says it's good for his popularity. But when the stalker gets too close, will he run and call the police for help? Is it a thriller? Is it a comedy? Is it steamy romance? or... is it just a disaster waiting to happen? ***** Add the book to your library, read and find out as another townie gets his spotlight and hopefully his happy ever after 😘 ***** Warning! R-Rated for 18+ due to strong, explicit language and sexual content*

He wasn’t the kind of guy who noticed girls—at least, not in a way that meant anything. To him, they were distractions, temporary thrills, nothing worth holding onto. Until her. The moment he saw her—quiet, different, completely out of place in his chaotic world—something shifted. She didn’t look at him the way everyone else did. No fear. No fascination. Just indifference… and that drove him insane. She tried to ignore him. Avoid him. Pretend he didn’t exist. But he had already decided. And when the bad boy wants something… he doesn’t ask. He takes. Now she’s caught in his world—dark, intense, and dangerously addictive. And the more she fights him, the more obsessed he becomes. Because letting her go? Is no longer an option.

When life gives you lemon, make lemonade, but what do you do when lemonade is served instead of lemons? I think I'm in deep shit and I don't know how to get out. I was sold to a Mafia underboss, not technically, but he claimed me, a ruthless one at that. I know it's crazy but I'll escape no matter what, I will break these shackles and fly freely like a bird, and if that meant spilling blood, then I am so ready.