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Payback with the Don

Broken and betrayed by those she loved and cared for, Scarlett wants revenge. A revenge that drove her into making a deal with the king of Dons—Xavier Grey. A ruthless and cold-hearted Don whose past held dark secrets that made him the man he was today. The initial deal was no love, just pleasure. But Scarlett began to develop feelings for him, feelings that could forever destroy her. Because in his world, where blood is shed mercilessly and only the strong survive, there’s no room for emotions. ^^^^^^^^^^ “We could make it work, Xavier,” I cried out. “Just give it a chance, pl……” My heart leaped out of my chest when he slowly looked up at me, instantly shutting me up. Those eyes—dark, empty, yet beautiful. I once feared them with everything in me, and now that fear was coming back. Cutting through my airway. I shivered backwards. “Please…” I whispered, clinching to the fragile garment on my aching chest. “The deal is over,” his cold voice broke through. “Get the fuck out of my house.” He spoke, and I felt my heart shatter into a thousand pieces. ************** “Don’t even think of it,” Damien’s voice broke in. “You can’t possibly be falling in love with her.” He spoke with a serious expression, but I could still see it—the lurking fear hidden in his eyes as he paced about. “You know what happens when you fall in love, or even have anything to do with a girl,” he said again. “It’s best not to reopen closed wounds…” “Yeah, thanks for the reminder,” I replied sarcastically before walking out. His voice trailed behind me— calling me back, but I didn’t look back. Not for once. I fucking hate this world. I can’t wait for it to all be over. ^^^^^^^^^^^^ Strictly adult content. Read with caution. Dark romance. Dark secrets. Dark revenge.
Smiley_k · 46k Views

Secretary of the Empress

Fame. Money. Love. All of this, Joe had for eighteen years, of his life. Until a tragic accident happened before the peak of his football career. Which destroyed it in only a few seconds. When everyone loved him, they left him alone, broken in a hospital bed. Before he could come back, he lost the last members of his family. Then his former club comes with allegations, of a broken contract from his fault, and he lost all the earned money. He was left, with nothing. For eight years, he lived from day to day studying, working, having rehabilitation for his injured knee. As they say, what one time is taken, is given back. As he accidentally becomes secretary of Megan Clark by everyone called Empress. His life changed drastically after it. He found love in his boss, who first say these words to him. ‘Secretary of the Empress’ is a story about love, which slowly grows in the main characters. Because of many things which they will meet in their journey of revenge and protecting each other. -------------------- While now great view on sky and city below show up, boss turned to me, and when she looked at my eyes, she said: “Joe, I have something to tell you.” “Yes, boss,” I said while looking at her eyes, and when she walked closer to me, we looked at each other eyes. She said, “I like you.” While hearing her words, I had no answer for this, and while I looked at her, I asked, “excuse me?” “I love you, I want you to be my boyfriend,” she said, and while I looked at her, I couldn’t believe that this has happened, and while my mind still processed her words, she looked at me, and then she said, “so what is your answer?” ------------------------- Daily upload at 8:30 and 18:00(server time) The cover is not mine.
poziomowiec · 652.5k Views

100x Rebate Sharing System: Retired Incubus Wants to Marry & Have Kids

« MATURE CONTENT » One learns the hard way how wrong this line actually is: 'Brains over brawn.' It all started when Viktor Redwood slaughtered ten thousand soldiers, outwitted the legendary Emperor Leo and his five mythical-class heroines, and put a bullet through his head in front of those heroines—all achieved using sheer intelligence. But even with all that, he lost everything, got too lazy to even care about anything, and was cornered by absolute strength—all while his corrupted incubus race slowly awakened within him, warping his body with demonic features he could barely hide—leading him to decide to at least kill those heroines alongside himself in a boom. Only for him to regress back into his fat, powerless, and cursed body, starting again. This time, with the knowledge that his dormant bloodline will manifest again, transforming him piece by piece. The bad thing about all this? Now he's been thrown back to his worst day—the trial where his fiancée Elena—the one who put a blade to his heart just a moment ago—framed him. But even that didn't stop him from becoming the villain who made heroes bleed and heroines breed. Unlike last time, when he had thwarted her plans, this time he chose to exile himself to prepare an army of his children and wives. Viktor's got the 100x Ability Rebate System: enter powerful women, steal their abilities, multiply them by 100, and return them in bundles when they become mothers with a ratio of 100% to wives and 50% to children. And with a corrupted bloodline that changes his human self to Incubus as he use system—he will get to have a new identity as Householder Incubus. However, this time, the issue is a small twist—where, even with such an overpowered skill, he has been thrown into a wasteland with his loyal mid-thirties nanny, Helena. Will a weak baron with a cursed bloodline slowly transforming his body be able to create his own army and become the Emperor? « What to Expect: => Lots of Lemons (Babies aren't going to pop from the sky, right?) => Fatherhood Journey (A young man to a father of an army of babies, funny x100) => Transformation from Lust to Responsibilities (Responsible Lust, TADA!) => Kingdom Building + Cute, smart children running the kingdom while parents are on vacation. (Vacation to add more babies to the collection to run the kingdom) => Children Handling Kingdoms (Rest assured, babies will be smart and proficient in all subjects you all failed.) => Teaching Lessons to Heroines Who Dared to Touch the MC (Not forgiveness but punishment by giving heroines' brothers and sisters.) Tags: Villain MC, Antihero, R-18, Dark, Mature, Smut, Male Lead, Dominant Male Lead, Possessive Male Lead, Cold Protagonist, Manipulative Protagonist, Ruthless MC, Scheming MC, Calculating MC, Charismatic MC, Seductive MC, Alpha Male, Overpowered MC, OP MC, Morally Grey MC, No Redemption, Evil MC, Villainous MC, Dark Romance, Erotic Romance, Forbidden Romance, Twisted Love, Toxic Love, Obsession, Possessiveness, Yandere, Harem, Dark Harem, Reverse NTR, NTR, Netorare, Betrayal, Revenge, Revenge Plot, Love and Betrayal, Heartbreak, Jealousy, Love-Hate Relationship, Complex Relationships, Emotional Manipulation, Psychological Manipulation, Gaslighting, Mind Games, Power Play, Control, Domination, Seduction, Temptation, Desire, Lust, Dangerous Attraction, Dark Desire, Mature Women, Older Women, MILFs, Multiple Heroines, Beautiful Heroines, Jealous Heroines, Rivalry, Love Triangle, Love Polygon, Tragic Past, Dark Past, Trauma, Character Corruption, Moral Corruption, Unforgivable Actions, Cruelty, Vengeance, No Mercy, Power Struggle, Political Intrigue, Conspiracy, Schemes, Dark Fantasy, Fantasy, System, System MC, Transmigration, Reincarnation, Isekai, Magic, Dark Magic, Noble MC, Royalty, Aristocracy, Hidden Identity, Secret Power, Power Progression, Leveling System, Slow Burn, Plot Twists, Revenge Romance, Forbidden Desire.
Idiocrat · 1.3m Views

KEBARUKE HUNTER: Legacy of the First Era.

In a world where the night is not a sanctuary, but a slaughterhouse, the Moon is a god of execution. While the common people hide behind the "Silver Seals," a ancient race of monsters known as Kebaruke—born from a forbidden alchemical accident—stalk the shadows. But they have one fatal weakness: the very moonlight that guides them also burns them into white ash. Oolka was a simple girl until the night the Upper Sun Kebaruke decimated her village, leaving only her and her brother, Kgreko, alive. But Kgreko has changed. His hair has split into shades of purple and black, and a hunger grows within him that only blood can satisfy. To save his soul, Oolka must allow a cold-hearted Master to bind her brother’s jaw with a Steel Prayer Seal and teach her the forgotten Arts of the blade. Carrying the mysterious Triangle Mark of the legendary first slayer, Yortaka, Oolka joins the Hankure—an elite group of warriors hunting the King of Kebaruke, Izan. Alongside a wild boy raised by foxes and a girl obsessed with the speed of Heaven, Oolka must navigate a path of fire and frost. But as Izan grows desperate—slowly turning human due to a traitor’s injections—he unleashes his ultimate weapon: Ailiska, the 8-eyed King of the First Era, and Oolka's own blood-ancestor. In a world where the moon is a weapon and history is a lie, Oolka must master the First Art before the rotating castle of the enemy crushes the last of the human spirit.
Jawaid_Khan_0103 · 62.1k Views

The Villain of Ancient Greece

If you have a golden apple, who would you give it to? At the banquet, Lorne, who was invited, saw the golden apple on the plate engraved with the words "To the Fairest," as well as the three goddesses in front of him caught in a dispute. The matter was quite troublesome and anyone would be panicked however, Not him. He smiled, picked up a knife and completed the process in three steps. The first step was to peel the skin, and he gave the peel to Aphrodite. "To be honest, you are indeed quite beautiful. As a layer of skin, it’s still passable." The second step was to cut the flesh, and he gave the flesh to Hera. "You are the queen of heaven, but everyone on Olympus, from eight hundred years old to the beasts, can cuckold you, including men, women, and even goats. Since your dignity is already lost, I’ll give you the substance." The third step was to give the remaining core to Athena. "You were supposed to be born as a male god to inherit Zeus’s throne, but because of Zeus, you lost your seed. So, I’ll give you this seed." And it was done.. Looking at Aphrodite, clenching her fists, Hera, raising her scepter, Athena, summoning her spear and shield, Lorne quickly stepped back, firmly shielding the goddess of discord, Eris, in front of him. "And you still want to be the goddess of discord? Look at me, I made them unite in an instant. Even your provocation isn’t as effective as mine." "..." Looking at the Greek gods around them sharpening their knives, Eris fell into silence. . . . There are around 700 chaps in the original and considering all extra NSFW, I'm going to write around 750 chaps or something, so enjoy.. For advanced chapters, consider joining my Patreon.. Patreon.com/abhi28
Abhii_28 · 1.5m Views

꧁ SACRED ꧂

Nothing is set in stone—not time, not fate, and certainly not Death. But in Rudra's existence, one thing has remained constant: a person. In her tears and rage. In her love and hatred. Now, Rudra is determined to figure out why she was the only one who mourned his death while the rest of the world celebrated his demise—especially since they had always stood on opposite sides of the war. And her answer might be the one thing he holds most dear—the only truth that remains truly sacred. In the kingdom of Partha, power does not negotiate. It descends from the mountain, absolute and ancient, in the form of Ravaan Azhdar — the Dragon King — and his son, Prince Rudra, who inherits his father's fire and none of his patience. In his first life, Rudra did what dragons do. He wanted the Saintess of Benevia and he took her — flew across half the known world and carried Teresa Williams out of her country like a thing claimed, imprisoning her in the cursed land of Alaka for months while the kingdoms of men scrambled to respond. He was not cruel to her, exactly. He simply did not think of her as something that required particular consideration. She was leverage. She was a statement. She was, in the particular arithmetic of dragon politics, a piece on a board. He did not expect Percival Leonhart. The hero came through Alaka the way heroes do — through impossible odds and worse terrain, carrying the legendary sword of Mamon, and he killed Rudra with it. Not cleanly. Not quickly. But definitively. Rudra lay dying in the ruins of everything he had built, alone, which was no more than he deserved and he knew it, and he waited for the end with the specific resignation of a creature who has no remorse, no regret whatsoever. Then Tish appeared. Not rescued, not triumphant, not standing over him with justified contempt. She appeared the way she always moved through the world — quietly, purposefully, and in this case with her hands already reaching for him, her holy magic already trying to knit shut wounds that had no business being knittable. She was crying. She was afraid. And she was, against every law of sense and self-preservation, trying to save the dragon who had taken her from her home He didn't understand it. He asked her why, once, in the way a dying thing asks questions — without real expectation of an answer. She didn't explain. She kept healing. And then an arrow found her, from somewhere in the dark, and she died in front of him before he could — before he could what, exactly, he would spend a great deal of time not finishing that thought. Then Rudra woke up in his bed in Ashkavar. Three years before any of it happened. He lay there for a long time. Long enough for the disorientation to pass and the facts to arrange themselves into something he could examine. He had been given time back, though by what mechanism or mercy he couldn't say. The world was reset. Tish was alive somewhere in Benevia, being saintly and blessed and entirely unaware of everything that hadn't happened yet. He did not love her. He wants to be clear about that, if only to himself. He had barely known her in the first life, and what he had known he hadn't particularly liked — she was stubborn and principled and had an infuriating tendency to keep extending grace to things that hadn't earned it, chief among them apparently him. He did not miss her. He missed the answer she hadn't given him. He missed the specific shape of a question that had no other possible source of resolution. Why had she tried to save him. And for that answer, he was determined to burn everything down all over again. (I will be posting this story on RoyalRoad.com )
Archieaval · 36.3k Views

I am the Only Son of Nyx

Mankind prospered in the modern age, but one day, everything changed. Mana descended onto the world, making a permanent change to society. Alongside it was also the appearance of monsters invading the world from the sky and from below. Gods pitied mankind and bestowed divine bloodlines, creating superhuman people called the Supernals who can fend off the invaders. But not everyone who became a Supernal is suited for the role. Those people are pariahs that don't belong anywhere, especially when there are quotas for each divine bloodline. In a world where society revolves around those with divine bloodlines, Kai is a Supernal with the lowest talent. He doesn't fit with normal people and is too ordinary to mingle with Supernals. He was ostracized for hogging a slot in a divine legacy, and his only family suffered for it. But Kai isn't weak. It's just that nothing could properly check his bloodline. [Primordial Bloodline awakened] [Patron God: Goddess of the Primordial Night] Now, with the bloodline of the final night inside him, he will bring terror to those who wronged him. However, there's one big problem that he hadn't realized. -- Bonus Chapters will depend on your votes: Power Stones, golden tickets, gifts, or even comments and reviews if the mood is great! 200 Power Stones: 1 extra chapter! 100 Golden Tickets: 1 extra chapter! 20 Golden Tickets: 3 extra chapters! 500 Golden Tickets: 5 extra chapters! A Castle: 1 extra chapter! A Spacecraft: 3 extra chapters! A Gachapon: 5 extra chapters! -- I do not own the cover of the book; if you made it and want to take it down, just say so, and I will immediately change it.
Mrboogey13 · 1m Views

My Fanboy is a Mafia Boss

"It's all a lie," Dara said while crying in the rain. "And… Cut!" the director shouted. Dara Saetang was 7 years old when her father left her on the train. She lives in the orphanage to survive. When she runs away, a talent agency discovers her beauty. Because of the tempting proposal, she soon agreed to become an actress. But if I tell you that Dara has a Mafia fanboy? Not only a fanboy, because he is also the president of her fandom. - "Should we stop him?" His bodyguard whispers to his companion. "Do you have a death wish? We can't stop him." The other bodyguard replied. "But it's his sixth time watching this series-." The first bodyguard didn't have the chance to finish his word when a bullet sank into his head. "Want to follow him?" Sergey cold-bloodedly looked at him for a second before looking back at the screen. "No, sir." The nervous bodyguard answered. - Discover fanhood with a twist – imagine being a fanboy, but not just any fanboy, one with mafia ties. As the idol forms a unique connection with her mysterious admirer, a lingering question arises: Is his admiration genuine, or is it merely a cover for hidden motives? Unravel the secrets beneath as a simple question holds the key to an exciting revelation. "It was all a lie, remember?" Author’s Note: This story uses both first-person for intimate insights into the characters mind and third-person for a broader view of events and characters. Enjoy the dual perspectives for a richer narrative experience.
GrasyangManunulat · 57.2k Views