twisted

Beneath Her Brightest Smile tells the story of a young woman who hides her fears and pain behind a radiant facade. When someone sees through her mask and challenges her to trust, she embarks on a journey of self-discovery, grappling with love, vulnerability, and the courage to embrace her true self.

Esther, une jeune adulte timide et renfermée, mène une existence banale, rythmée par un quotidien sans relief. Mal à l’aise avec les autres, incapable de créer des liens, elle avance dans la vie sans vraiment y croire, comme spectatrice de son propre destin. Jusqu’au jour où Lui entre dans sa vie. Riche, beau, puissant… mais aussi possessif et autoritaire, il incarne tout ce qu’elle n’est pas. Son regard, son assurance, ses mots suffisent à bouleverser son univers. Ce qui n’était qu’une rencontre devient rapidement un pacte : un contrat de mariage.

**Chains of Obsession** *By Sneha Sharma* **Genre:** Dark Romance | Psychological Thriller | High School Drama Maria was never meant to be seen. Quiet, invisible, and forgotten by most, she blended into the background of high school life without effort. No drama, no secrets, no enemies… just silence. So when she wakes up in a strange house, bound and gagged in the dark, her mind races with one terrifying question: *Why me?* Then he appears. Ivan—the coldest, most untouchable boy in school. Gorgeous, popular, emotionally distant… and now her captor. But as Maria stares into those piercing emerald eyes, she realizes something far more dangerous than fear is beginning to take root. Obsession. Ivan claims he’s been watching her. Waiting. Wanting. And now, he’s ready to make sure she belongs to him—completely. No matter what it takes. But Maria isn’t just a victim. She’s a girl with secrets of her own… and not all chains are visible.

Sabita is a 32-year-old college professor—beautiful, loyal, and trapped in a cold marriage. For five long years, she waited for love, affection, and a child… but all she got was distance, silence, and blame for not getting pregnant. One night, a bold conversation with her friend changes everything. Sabita discovers her body’s real desires—and that her husband has never truly satisfied her. That’s when he enters her life. Sanju, her younger student, watches her like no man ever has. His lustful eyes awaken something wild inside her. What starts with teasing glances turns into a secret affair full of heat, risk, and forbidden pleasure. But when she ends up pregnant, her life takes a sharp turn. Whose child is it? And can she hide the truth forever?

He was only a child when he made a promise— Not to the boys he loved, but to the woman who gave them life. Ashley doesn’t remember the blood. He doesn’t remember the rain, the accident, or the mysterious voice that saved him. Now, at 23, he’s just a bartender in a quiet corner of the city, living a life that never quite feels like his. Until they show up. Two hauntingly familiar twins with a dangerous aura and eyes full of secrets. They remember everything. The bond. The promise. And the boy who once swore to protect them—before he forgot it all. But fate doesn't care about lost memories. Because some promises are bound by something deeper than time... Something magical. Something deadly.

One minute she was crying herself to sleep—ignored, unseen, unwanted. The next, she was in the arms of a man who owned empires… and now, her. Lucien Vade doesn’t fall in love. He controls, commands, conquers. But something about the girl with the trembling voice and haunted eyes tears down the walls he’s spent years building. Only he’s not the only one watching her. And some monsters from the past don’t knock. They come armed.

She — a lowly omega — was brutally executed by the Lycan King after rejecting the Alpha, Lucian. It wasn’t until she escaped to a mysterious town that she discovered the truth about her unique bloodline. To conceal her identity, she sealed away her wolf spirit and chose to live in hiding. But in her second year on the quiet town’s outskirts, an unexpected letter arrived: “In the name of the Alpha, I summon you back to the Frostbane Pack. —Lucian” Her heart dropped. She thought she had escaped her past — masked her scent, buried her identity, and fled from the mate she had once rejected: the powerful Alpha of the Frostbane Pack. But Lucian had found her. Determined not to return, she planned her escape once more. Yet just as she was about to disappear again… she met her second mate in this very town.  will the presence of her second mate change her fate to good or Is that second mate going to be worst than the first? Read to find out.

For money, Jin Jumo "signed" herself to the business tycoon Rong Mochen, for a period of one year. Upon their first meeting, the man's voice was icy, "I like women who keep their place, understand?" "Yes." Jin Jumo nodded lightly. So, Jin Jumo always adhered to her place, tightly locking her heart away, never crossing the line. If there was anything in her relationship with Rong Mochen that Jin Jumo hadn't anticipated, it would be... --- "Mr. Rong, our contract expired a week ago." Jin Jumo lightly curved her lips, giving a smile that didn't reach her eyes as she looked at the man in front of her. "So?" "So, Mr. Rong, are you playing rogue now?" Jin Jumo gritted her teeth. "Hmm..." Rong Mochen frowned, leisurely raising his head to look at Jin Jumo, "Is my daughter behaving well in your belly?" "It's not even two months, how do you know it's definitely a daughter..." Wait... Jin Jumo's eyes widened in terror, she hadn't told him she was pregnant... Rumor had it, a car accident targeting Z City tycoon Rong Mochen resulted in the death of a seven-month-pregnant woman. Rumor had it, after the accident, the Rong Family's president underwent a drastic change, becoming ruthless and fierce from being coldly indifferent. Rumor had it, the person killed in the accident was the person closest to Rong Mochen's heart. --- Four years later. "Brother, do we really need to find a new boyfriend for Mommy?" The little bun bit his chubby fingers, looking at the little boy beside him who was slightly taller. "Yes." The boy squinted, his gaze coldly fixed on the televised global sensation of the Rong Family's president's luxurious engagement ceremony. "But didn't Brother say that the old man named Rong is our real dad?" Jin Jumo, who had just stepped into the house, was nearly collapsing inside. How did the two little guys know Rong Mochen was...

The first meeting was at a small bar. A friend nudged his arm, smiling somewhat suggestively: A woman like Daisy Ginger should be kept in a vase, constantly admired, and toyed with at any moment. At that time, she seemed to be drunk and was persuaded by her friend to take to the dance floor and perform a dance. He propped up his face, watching the glamorous woman with casual indifference under the dazzling lights. Daisy Ginger. The name is spicy enough. The figure. Also spicy enough. * Banyan City’s young Master Wen, afflicted with a severe illness, was deemed by doctors at birth to not live past the age of thirty. He lived capriciously up to the age of twenty-five, never imagining he’d encounter such a dilemma in his lifetime—if he were to die, what would happen to the little demon at home who creates chaos and mischief without his protection, and ends up bringing harm upon herself when he’s no longer there to shield her?

Her ex-boyfriend was snatched by her step-sister. Not only that, she accidentally lost her virginity to him due to her step-sister's schemes. She was nearly confined to her home until he came along. He rescued her from that nightmarish place, if that place can even be called a "home." He, dashing and powerful, seems to have everything. Yet he suffers from an odd illness where he feels nauseated whenever a woman is within three meters of him. She, however, is an exception. From that fateful day on, their paths cross. He strives to win her heart, and she, too, starts to develop feelings for him. But as the story unfolds between the two, her ex-boyfriend's growing mixed feelings and the appearance of his fiancée threaten to put an end to the budding love between them...

He said, "Sweetie, you are mine, and I will never let you go." But eventually, he let her go, "You want a divorce, right? I'll sign it after you drafting the agreement." ... She thought their marriage was a transaction where each got what they needed. She even thought that the woman who had stood by his side for years was his lifelong White Moonlight, his heart's desire. Little did she know, she was the only beam of light in his life, the warmth he wanted to keep forever. Until he protected her with his body, disregarding life and death… ... Baby Chapter: The little princess felt aggrieved and pitiful for not being allowed to bathe with daddy. “Daddy bathes with brother but not with me, that's not fair!” “Because you are a gir, sweetheart.” “Then mommy is also a girl, why can daddy bathe with mommy?” “…”

Crystal Foster wakes up in a stranger’s mansion, wearing someone else’s face, being called “Mommy” by a child she doesn’t know. The last thing she remembers? Her husband, Hyland Rilley disconnecting the only thing keeping her dad alive and stabbing her to death. But now she’s in the body of Sylvia Byrne...wealthy, unstable, and very much hated. Everyone thinks she’s losing her mind again. Her new “husband” wants a divorce. His business partner is watching her like a hawk, waiting to marry her own husband. And Hyland? He’s still out there, still dangerous, and still thinks she’s dead. But Crystal didn’t get a second chance at life just to play nice. She’s about to expose every lie, protect the child she never asked for but loves fiercely and burn everything that tried to break her. And just when she thinks she’s completely alone, Martin starts to change. The man who once looked through her now starts looking at her. Watching her, Caring for her. He doesn't call her Sylvia anymore, he calls her his. But in a house full of secrets and betrayal… can love be real, or just another lie waiting to break her?

In a world where harmony teeters on the edge of ruin, four ancient clans—Bai, Mo, Feng, and Qin—stand as the pillars of balance and power. Each clan thrives on its own unique philosophies and mystical abilities: the Bai Clan wields illusions and diplomacy, the Mo Clan channels creativity into shadows and ink, the Feng Clan dances with the wind in swift motion, and the Qin Clan brings harmony through music and resonance. But peace is a fragile illusion. Long-buried secrets, ancient rivalries, and simmering distrust threaten to ignite a storm greater than any they’ve faced before. As mysterious omens stir the winds of fate, the heirs of each clan are thrust into a web of deception, power struggles, and destiny. Bonds will be tested, truths unraveled, and a dark force will rise from the shadows of history—one that could shatter their world if they fail to unite. In the calm before the storm, only one thing is certain: “When the wind dies down, the true storm begins.”

When Julia Harrow arrives at Blackwood Hall after the sudden death of her cousin, she expects mourning, a will, and polite condolences. But from the moment she steps through the iron gates, nothing feels right. The house is too quiet. The air too thick. And the man who now owns it—Alistair Blackwood—is as devastating as he is unreadable. Secrets pulse behind every locked door. Shadows move when no one is near. And the scent of her cousin still lingers in the halls, clinging like a warning. Drawn into a world of velvet lies and dangerous charm, Julia begins to lose time, lose trust, lose herself. Dreams bleed into reality. Passion turns to poison. And as desire tangles with dread, one question haunts her every breath: Did she come here by choice… or was she summoned? The Portrait of Lady Marian is a lush, slow-burning descent into madness, obsession, and a love story that should never have happened. Sinister, sensual, and dripping in dread, this is not a tale you read— it’s one you survive.

Welcome to a world where nothing is as it seems… A realm that shimmers with enchantment on the surface, but underneath lies a chilling darkness — one born from the shadows of human nature itself. In this magical yet twisted world, faces wear masks, and trust is a luxury no one can afford. Here, magic is not a gift — it's a burden, a force manipulated by power-hungry beings. And the entire world hangs by a thread… a thread held by mercy, manipulation, and the secrets of those who rule it. At the center of it all is Nexa — a mysterious woman cloaked in secrets, feared by many, known to few. She’s not your ordinary villain; she kills without hesitation, driven by motives no one understands. Her eyes hold storms, her presence invites death — and yet, there’s something more. Something deeper. Something broken. Nexa hides a past so dark, so devastating, that even she’s buried it beneath layers of blood and betrayal. But the chaos can’t go unchallenged. Enter Aurora — a brilliant, sharp-minded magical detective who specializes in controlling and tracing the flow of magic. Haunted by the increasing number of magical crimes, Aurora vows to uncover the one responsible. With courage as her compass and justice as her goal, she begins her hunt for the criminal mastermind. She doesn't know… she’s hunting Nexa. But fate has its own twisted sense of humor. As Nexa tries to eliminate Aurora, something unexpected happens — she falls in love with her. The killer and the protector. The secret-keeper and the truth-seeker. Two opposites caught in a storm of emotions, destiny, and lies. As feelings ignite and boundaries blur, Aurora is forced to ask: Why is Nexa killing the innocent? What is she hiding? And can love survive in a world built on shadows? Dark. Dangerous. Seductive. This is not just a story about good vs. evil — it's a tale of two souls bound by fate, fighting on opposite sides of the same war, only to realize the greatest enemy might not be each other… But the truth. Prepare to enter a world where magic breathes, secrets bleed, and love is the most dangerous spell of all.

Hazel Rogers never imagined her mother’s failing heart would force her into the arms of a stranger. With hospital bills piling up and no time left, she signs a desperate contract— as a surrogate for a billionaire who she doesn’t know. Ace Milan is cold, calculated, and devastatingly powerful, a man who built his empire on control and keeps his heart locked behind a fortress. Hazel is just a transaction to him. But when a scary accident forces her to move into his home, the lines blur. He becomes cruel, unpredictable—testing her limits with sharp words and colder actions. Yet beneath his ice is something else, something broken, watching her with eyes that never quite soften. As her pregnancy progresses, Hazel stumbles upon whispers of the woman who came before her—the first surrogate. The one who vanished. No one speaks of her, and Ace refuses to explain. But the house holds secrets. Locked rooms. Late-night phone calls. Half-truths wrapped in charm. And suddenly, the child inside Hazel becomes more than a contract—it becomes a target. Torn between protecting the life growing inside her and uncovering the truth about the man she’s starting to feel dangerously drawn to, Hazel is forced to make a choice. Walk away before she ends up like the last surrogate… or risk everything to unravel the darkness Ace has spent his life hiding. One thing is clear—nothing in this arrangement is what it seems. And some secrets are buried deep for a reason.

I fell asleep playing a twisted otome game… and woke up as its most hated villainess. Now I’m Davina Emerson — the imperial princess feared by all, executed in every ending, and cursed to die no matter which route I take. Worse? A cold-hearted system appeared, telling me this isn’t a dream. If I want to survive and return home, I must complete every mission it throws at me. Or die trying. And my first mission? Raise the favorability of the male leads — the very men Davina once enslaved, humiliated, or betrayed. A prince once chained in her bedroom — who now smiles while planning her execution. A knight stripped of honor, who treats me like a battlefield. A saint defiled by sin, who once prayed for my soul… and now craves my touch. An ex-fiancé turned rebel, who fights for justice — even if it means my head on a spike. A “loyal pet” bought from the black market — who might be a predator in disguise. They’re all obsessed. They’re all twisted. And they all want me dead… or worse. This world isn’t a game anymore. Every kiss hides a blade. Every favor hides a trap. To survive a twisted reverse harem, I’ll have to outplay the story itself.

What do you do when you're at a concert, dancing and trying to forget a colleague you've had a crush on, then suddenly a stranger grabs you from behind, and fucks you till you're too weak to stand? Yeah, that's my situation right now. Crushing on the handsome Alex - who, by the way, doesn’t know I exist - has made me make VERY crazy life decisions, including seeking the help of an arrogant love doctor, and disguising myself as a man just to work with him in his new company. And now, the same stranger from the concert, shows up behind me whenever, and fucks the hell outta me until I now crave him. Did I also mention that I hate my new boss? Yeah, Max Wellington is just so annoying, and it seems the feeling is mutual cause he hates me too.

It's simple. A vengeful wildfire of a woman. A tyrant who begs to be burned. When Aria crashes into Kael’s empire, hellbent on making him pay for taking her job away, she’s met not with defiance—but a dare. “You want revenge?” he taunts, voice dripping with dark invitation. “Then ruin me. Take your pound of flesh exactly where it hurts.” His proposition is a trap laced with sin: As expected he calls the shots in his bed, her contempt is his twisted aphrodisiac. “Hate me until your hands shake,” he growls. “But do it on top of me, where I can watch you savor every cut.” Their arrangement is a collision of dominance and delirium. Aria wields her fury like a blade, determined to break him. Kael? He thrives under her wrath, goading her darker, deeper, hungrier. But vengeance turns slippery when every insult she hisses ignites his obsession, and every cold glare melts into bruising kisses. Soon, the bed becomes a battleground—her nails carving victory into his skin, his whispers a serpent’s promise: “Chain me with your rage, darling. I’ll still come back for more." The rules are simple: No mercy. No surrender. But as their games spiral into something ravenous, who’s destroying whom? And when hatred burns this hot, what’s left when the ashes cool?