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Between Them (BL)

He died once — pushed to death by the one person who had spent years making his life hell. || He woke up in someone else's body. Someone else's wedding. Someone else's empire. The rules of his new life were simple: smile at the banquets, pour the tea, be the perfect house-husband. Survive. Gerffron Wadee was very good at surviving. He had already done it once, in a different body, in a different world, under the hands of someone who hated him for simply existing. || He had not planned on Styrmir. He had not planned on the boy locked in the dungeon beneath the estate — eighteen years old, body wasted to half that, eyes like winter that had forgotten it was allowed to melt. He had not planned on the way that boy flinched at raised voices but never at his. Had not planned on the nights spent teaching him to read, the mornings teaching him to fight, the quiet dangerous in-between hours that felt like something Gerffron had never once been allowed to have. || He told himself it was pity. Then responsibility. He ran out of lies around the time Styrmir started looking at him like he was the only fixed point in a spinning world. The Duke has her own secrets. The Crown Prince has his own designs. And the past Gerffron thought he'd left behind in another life has followed him across worlds, wearing a brand new face. Gerffron Wadee has survived one lifetime of being destroyed by someone he trusted. He knows exactly how dangerous it is to let someone matter. || He lets Styrmir matter anyway. || Because some loves don't ask permission. They just arrive — quiet, inevitable, and absolutely impossible to undo. Between Them | BL isekai | slow burn | dark secrets | he came back to life just to lose his heart all over again
sonamakoi_20 · 6.1k Views

TO TAME THE BRUTAL LYCAN BEAST

Valoria was the omega who couldn't shift — the pack freak no one wanted. Her fated mate chose her sister on the altar. Her father's solution? Hand her over as a spare bride to Lycan King Azrael — the most feared, most ruthless lycan alive. A beast who doesn't love, doesn't feel, and doesn't show mercy. He didn't want her either. But he kept her — not as a wife, not as a mate. As a toy. Something pretty to break when he's bored. "You're mine until I decide you're not, little mouse. And I haven't decided yet." He tortures her, taunts her, watches her break and smiles like it's art. But somewhere between the cruelty and the madness, his hands learned her body before his heart learned her name. He doesn't want to love her — he wants to own her, tame her, ruin her so completely that no one else will ever want what's left. And the damning part? She's starting to crave it. But there is a little secret that Azrael doesn't know. This is not Valoria's first rodeo in life. He doesn't know the Moon Goddess ripped her from death with one mission; to seduce him, tame him, and end his reign. One hundred days. That's all she has before he kills her or she kills him. The only thing the goddess didn't warn her about was the thin chance of falling for the monster she's supposed to destroy WARNINGS: This is a DARK romance. Azrael is not your soft misunderstood hero. He is brutal, possessive, morally corrupt, addictive, and utterly unhinged. Expect 18+ smutty content, dubcon, PLOT TWISTS, and a monster who might either steal or crush your heart. Proceed at your own risk (of addiction, lmao).
NadiaSparks · 127k Views

The invincible One

At twenty-eight, Ivan Smith had everything — a blistering career as one of England's most electrifying midfielders, a reputation built on instinct and fire, and the unconditional love of the club he'd supported since childhood. Then, in a single collision, it all ended. Torn ligaments. Surgery. A second surgery. And finally, the words no footballer ever wants to hear: you won't play at this level again. What came next hurt more than the injury itself. His boyhood club — the one he'd bled for, the one whose badge he'd kissed with genuine pride — turned on him. Labeled a flop. Quietly discarded. The fans who once sang his name moved on. The board that once promised loyalty stopped returning calls. Ivan was shown the door not with gratitude, but with indifference bordering on contempt. Bitter, directionless, and written off at twenty-eight, Ivan drifts — until a desperate call comes from Manchester Athletic Club, a threadbare outfit scraping along in the fourth division of English football. No budget. No staff. A crumbling ground tucked in the shadow of two giants who own this city. They don't need a manager so much as a miracle. Ivan takes the job because he has nowhere else to go. What follows is a brutal education. He must learn to lead men rather than outrun them — to see the whole pitch from the sideline instead of the center circle. He butts heads with veteran players who don't respect him, a chairman who'd sooner cut costs than dream bigger, and a fanbase too small and too scarred to believe in anything yet. And all of it plays out in Manchester — the city where football is a religion, but the congregation only worships at two cathedrals. But the deepest wound isn't tactical. It's personal. The people who discarded him are still out there — thriving, celebrated, unbothered. Former teammates who said nothing. Club officials who smiled to his face and buried him in private. Every time Ivan picks up a marker and draws a set piece on a whiteboard, every time he drags his squad through a freezing Tuesday night training session, he carries that betrayal like a stone in his chest. It fuels him. And it haunts him. Season by season, through shoestring transfers, long away trips to forgotten towns, and the slow alchemy of turning misfits into believers, Ivan forges something real at Manchester Athletic. The underdog story begins to catch fire. But the higher they climb, the closer they get to the world that spat him out — and the reckoning he's been building toward without quite admitting it. Some men play for trophies. Ivan Smith plays for proof. He was told he was finished. He intends to be Invincible
David_Osi · 3.3k Views

Secret Heir: Mr. Mafia, Don't Flirt With Mommy!

After getting divorced from her husband, the man her family sold her off to, Roseanne found out that she was pregnant. The worst part? The child wasn’t his. The night she caught her husband cheating on her with her sister, on the very bed that was supposed to be theirs, her heart shattered into pieces and she ran out crying like an idiot. Roseanne ended up in a hotel bar she had never been to before. And that was where she met Czar Nikolai Romano. He was… devastatingly handsome, dangerously composed, and the kind of man women whispered about in daydreams and warnings alike. There were plenty of red flags screaming at her that he was someone she shouldn’t get involved with. But fueled by heartbreak and betrayal, she bravely took the drink he offered. Now, four years later, a tiny carbon copy of the man she spent one reckless night with ran around her house clutching toy cars in his little hands. Roseanne thought her life had ended the moment she found out she was pregnant, but it turns out, Kaden became the only joy she lives to protect. She must protect her son. From Czar, who was obsessed with making them his. From Galen, the ex-husband who apparently wanted her back. And from the dangers of a world she never knew existed. Or maybe, she was already part of it all along. — “Mister, don’t flirt with Mommy!” Czar froze. “I don’t want a baby brother!” Roseanne flushed bright red. “Kaden!” — [WARNING: MATURE CONTENT (18+)]
SUNSHE · 10.5k Views

Splendid Melancholy

Four years ago, Evelyn Ashford made a mistake that would haunt her forever. As a trusted FBI agent, she mishandled the investigation of Adams Hayes, an accused man who was innocent. He came to her with evidence proving his innocence, but before she could act, he died by suicide. In despair and fearing the consequences, Evelyn destroyed the evidence and buried the secret, choosing to protect her career and reputation over justice. Since then, every award, every press celebration, every compliment has been a reminder of the life she failed to save — yet she wears a flawless, carefully crafted smile. Now, her next assignment brings her face-to-face with Silas Montclair, a powerful, enigmatic mafia heir suspected of financial crimes. Silas isn’t just a target — he is the only man who knows her darkest secret. He doesn’t just threaten her career; he threatens her very soul. To survive, Evelyn must obey his rules, hide every trace of his illicit dealings, and endure a contract that binds her success to his control. Every smile she wears hides the trembling heart beneath; every move is a careful negotiation between power and survival. As she navigates this treacherous world of high-stakes crime, blackmail, and corporate domination, something unexpected happens: attraction sparks in the shadows of danger, and trust becomes as dangerous as deceit. When the past resurfaces — the real culprit behind Adams Hayes’s death is finally revealed — Evelyn and Silas must confront secrets, lies, and truths that could destroy them both. In a world where wealth dazzles, power seduces, and secrets can kill, Evelyn must choose: protect herself and live in fear, or confront the darkness and risk everything for love, justice, and redemption. A story of ambition, guilt, forbidden desire, and relentless suspense — welcome to Splendid Melancholy.
Misschaos_123 · 2.7k Views