xeronsane

Show your support

You all mean the world to me! Keep being amazing, and let's continue this incredible journey together! 💖

Recent Supporters

The Sinister's Obsession

✮⋆˙ 𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 ✮ ⋆˙ Have you ever wanted something so destructive that it feels like your insides are burning with hatred? Yet, ironically, you long to fall apart and be shattered by this destruction. But is it really destruction, or the beginning of something inevitable? Something specially designed to be a your ruin. He broke me, shattered my soul, and then just sat by, letting me ruin him. He was satisfied, and so was I. We healed, only to break again. We understood it, we are meant to be each other's, an obsession. I am his obsession and so is he mine. We are together until we will be buried dead inside the heaven of sins.

The Sinister's Obsession

Their Illicit Drug

⚠️//𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆//⚠️ This book contains mature themes and is intended for adult readers only. It features explicit sexual content, strong language, and situations involving multiple romantic partners (Reverse Harem). Reader discretion is advised as the story may include themes of possessiveness, jealousy, intense emotional conflict, and complex relationships. Please be aware that some scenes may explore sensitive topics such as power dynamics and emotional manipulation, which may not be suitable for all audiences. You are warned beforehand. Read this on your own risk. ⚠️ //𝐓𝐑𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐒 //⚠️ 🌶️Age-gap 🌶️Reverse-harem 🌶️ Best-friends sharing her. 🌶️Mature themes 🌶️Enemy’s wife 🌶️ Erotica ⚠️//𝐂𝐎𝐏𝐘𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓//⚠️ Their Illicit Drug © 2024 by xeronsane. All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced in any written, electronic, recording, or photocopying without written permission of the publisher or author. The exception would be in the case of brief quotations embodied in the critical articles or reviews and pages where permission is specifically granted by the publisher or author. This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. The images used in this book belong to the respective owners. ❗️Please take it as A FICTIONAL STORY, not some ENLIGHTENMENT FOR SUCCESS story. ❗️ ⚠️ 𝐔𝐩𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐒𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐝𝐮𝐥𝐞: Five chapters every week.

THE CHARADE

“since you mentioned I'm Agnihotri, you should know the powers I possess.” My throat went dry as he spoke, and my heart filled with frustration towards him. He's too skilled with words, and on top of that,he claims to be the supreme power, and he is. I lowered my gaze again, unable to bear looking at him. With his finger under my chin, he lifted my eyes to meet his, his hazel eyes engulfing me with realizations of the wrongs I'm getting involved in. He murmured, “Let me enjoy gazing at you.” I couldn't help but reply, “I'm not a sight for you to gaze upon.” My voice was low, lacking my usual confidence but still enough to assert that he couldn't dominate me. “You are not just a sight to behold but the most exquisite creation of the universe.” ✧ Fixing an alliance seems simple, doesn't it? Two parties coming together, shaking hands, promising cooperation. But what if I told you it's not that straightforward? What if I told you it could all be the beginning of destruction, the inevitable ache? Welcome to a world where nothing is as it seems. Where trust is a luxury few can afford, and betrayal lurks in every shadow. To truly understand the game of 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐬 being played, you need to delve into the depths of this book. A mere trailer, a prologue, a blurb—those won't suffice. You must immerse yourself in the twists and turns of the tale. It will ruin your mental health. So, are you ready to step into the web of alliances, where every step could lead to triumph or tragedy? The choice is yours. Enter if you dare.

𝐒𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐒𝐢𝐧

She didn’t know where she was being sent. Her stepmother had told her it was just a job—cleaning, serving, nothing more. But when she stepped in his penthouse, a shiver crawled down her spine. Something wasn’t right. The house was silent, dark and cold. The fragrance of something loomed something she couldn’t name. Fear? Temptation? Fate? And then, she sees him. Vidyut Roy. Tall, handsome, and devastatingly powerful. A man whose name carries sins—one who is feared, despised (hated) and utterly ruthless. The world already hates him for what he did to his ex-wife, Avyah, for the way he destroyed her without remorse. He was never a hero, never a savior. He was a man who owned, who controlled, who consumed. Mira, on the other hand, is a walking, talking storm of emotions. The kind of girl who dramatically stares out of windows when it rains, narrating her own tragic backstory like she’s in a movie. She picks fights with her own conscience, trips over flat surfaces and laughs at her own joke and never shuts up. She is a mess of contradictions wrapped in one stubborn, cute, innocent, dramatic package. But. She doesn't know, this is a cage. And he is already holding the key.

𝐄𝐟𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐥𝐲 𝐌𝐢𝐧𝐞 | ✓

"I am just your whore!" She yelled at him with tears streaming down her face. "You really think so?" His dark intimidating voice echoed in the room. "Yes! I know this. I am just your fuckdoll!" She yelled as more tears rolled down her cheeks. And within a second his hand gripped her throat and she was pushed on the wall. Her hand held onto his huge big hands and her eyes widened. His hands were hard but the way he held her neck spoke of anger, the beast she ignited. His hand didn't put any pressure. It just kept her stable there. "Fine then, I will tell you how I treat my whores." His voice was hell bent dead. He never used this tone for her, for the past one year she had been living with him but he didn't use this tone ever. His eyes held anger. She ignited the beast inside him. The one that could ruin anyone with a glare. He left her with a jerk and held onto the collar of his shirt that she was wearing, jerking her towards him... Her forced her that night....... ______________ A night that changed both of their lives. He met his home and she met her saviour. Hold onto your belts to savour the love of a loveless man. *HIGHLY MATURE CONTENT*

𝐇𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐢𝐞𝐫 𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐫 | ✓

|STANDLONE: not related to any of my other books| The priest instructed him to apply the vermillion. He took a bit in his hand and paused just a few centimeters away from her forehead. He asked her in a slow voice, “Tara, bhar du na?” (Tara, shall I apply it?) “Nahi bharna chahte hain aap?” Tara asked, her eyebrows furrowed. (Don't you want to?) “I don't do divorce. Reh logi bina pyar ke?” he asked softly. (I don't do divorce. Will you stay without love?) “Pyar ke bina toh reh lungi. Lekin Rudra aap, Yuvraj aur Yashvi toh mere sath rahoge na?” Tara asked, smiling. (I can stay without love. But Rudra, will you, Yuvraj, and Yashvi stay with me?)

Blazing Dusk (on hold)

"You will take all of this, si?" I am in no position to deny him with all of my self stuffed with..... ______________________ The Indian Mafia Princess got married to the Italian Mafia King. They were childhood friends who ended up forgetting each other, and now they find themselves thrown back into each other's lives through this forced marriage. And to add more, there's a stalker involved too. Forced to choose between life and death, they embarked on a tumultuous journey filled with secrets. As their worlds collided, they embarked on their journey of secret, lust and desires. Immerse yourself in the purest and dirtiest captivating tale of 𝘼𝙧𝙞𝙖 𝙊𝙗𝙚𝙧𝙤𝙞 and 𝙆𝙞𝙡𝙡𝙞𝙖𝙣 𝘼𝙘𝙚 𝙍𝙤𝙢𝙖𝙣𝙤.

01

#1: 𝕾𝖊𝖈𝖗𝖊𝖙 𝕶𝖎𝖘𝖘𝖊𝖘

xeronsane

xeronsane

—Writing fiction so intense that you’ll loose yourself in them and forget what’s real when they murmur “𝙎𝙝𝙝, 𝙍𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙢𝙚 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙖… 𝙜𝙤𝙤𝙙 𝙜𝙞𝙧𝙡.”

11.8K Followers

1 Following

Pinned

The Sinister's Obsession

xeronsane

The Sinister's Obsession

xeronsane

Their Illicit Drug

xeronsane

THE CHARADE

xeronsane

𝐒𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐒𝐢𝐧

xeronsane

𝐄𝐟𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐥𝐲 𝐌𝐢𝐧𝐞 | ✓

xeronsane

𝐇𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐢𝐞𝐫 𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐫 | ✓

xeronsane

Blazing Dusk (on hold)

xeronsane