Baking Bad | Bonus Chapter | Advik and Dalia Go Live
“Hey, guys!” Advik waves at the camera, standing behind the kitchen counter, a cheeky smile on his face.
“Hey, guys!” Advik waves at the camera, standing behind the kitchen counter, a cheeky smile on his face.
𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘪𝘯𝘯𝘰𝘤𝘦𝘯𝘵, obedient, quiet, shy girl. 𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘵𝘩? 𝘐’𝘮 𝘢 𝘷𝘰𝘺𝘦𝘶𝘳, 𝘢 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘦𝘧, 𝘢 𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘯𝘦𝘳 𝘣𝘶𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘯. Viraj was the broken boy my father brought home. Traumatized. Dangerous. Untouchable. He was the kind of man women fall to their knees for. And held the power to ruin them forever. I should’ve run. Instead, I watched. I listened. I learned him…his scent, his darkness, his rage. I stole pieces of him like forbidden trophies, and I pleasured myself to the thought of his hands… tightening around my throat. Now I’m twenty-five. And he’s back. Older. Colder. No longer the quiet boy hidden under our stairs…but the man who holds secrets darker than mine. And I still want him. Even if it means surrendering my innocence for his cruelty. Even if he punishes me for every filthy thought I’ve ever had. Because some desires are twisted. And some love stories are born from obsession, sin, and the darkest corners of the heart. 🚫This book is meant for 18+ readers🚫
These are all the uncut spicy chapters with details I could not include on Wattpad. Read on your own risk.
My past haunts me still and the darkness is growing. I know it will take me soon. Everyday is a struggle without Anya. The hole she left is killing me slowly but I am living for my daughter. My daughter is my life. I am not the person I used to be. I am neither bad nor good, I am just a dad. And all I want is to be enough for my daughter.
She escaped from hell before knowing the devil's truth. Now he is looking for her only to find her in a hell of her own making.
I thought he was the first man to ever see me. To really see me. Not just the weight I carried or the insecurities I buried beneath my clothes- But me. So I followed him. Trusted him. Loved him. Now I wake up in a room I can't leave. A captive. To an uncertain future. He has something sinister planned for me. And the only way out... might be to make the devil fall in love. 🚫🚫🚫 This isn't a love story. Not the sweet kind. It's dark. Twisted. Addictive. The kind where the hero does unforgivable things- and you'll still find yourself wanting him. He's not safe. And neither is what you'll feel. !!!Only Intended For Adults Over 18!!!