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Maeve: Return Of The Media Queen

WARNING! Contains high Smut scenes. NO RAPE! And, heartwarming romance. Don't read if your heart cannot take love, anger or pain. ---- Her husband pees in her each time they f*cked and she thought it was cum till the day she started rotting... . . Maeve had it all, a heavenly voice, global fame, and a heart that believed in love. And a man who loves her back. Crowned the world's most beloved singer, she gave everything to her music, her fans, and the people she loved. But behind her spotlight was a stage of betrayal. Each time Maeve poured her soul into a new melody, her rival would mysteriously release the exact song first. Branded a fraud, mocked by the industry, and abandoned by her own family, Maeve’s fall from grace was brutal and public. As if that was not all, her husband poisoned her from the inside out. Using her body as his playground for a cruel, sick plan until she began to decay. His cum was plentiful, she always bragged to her friends how good he filled her, but it was pee. Her insides reeked like dead meat. Her discharge was a grey mucus. In the end, Maeve died alone, desperate for answers. Until she wakes up, alive. Back to the very day her nightmare began. This time, she knows the lies behind the smiles... She knows who will stab her back, and when... And she’s ready to rewrite her story… one brutal note at a time. And it seems the universe is already on her side. Giving her a little advantage. She had a tiny timsy power too. Anytime Maeve sings, everyone automatically likes her again, whether it be humming or not. So this time, maybe those scandals might turn in her favor. Excerpts, "You dare not leave me Maeve, you have no one beside me." "Is that so?" Maeve asked her ex and then immediately went to her social media account and made a post. "@Clayton Grey, will you marry me?" The world thought it was a joke. People mocked and laughed at her gut. Clayton Grey is the richest man in the world. A man whose identity is barely known, why would he marry a cast-off like you? But in less than a minute, Clayton Grey, shocked the world. "@Maevedarling Yes, meet me in my office tomorrow." . . For more info on the book, follow me on all socials, @Sspears and TikTok @kourtneysspears. #Quickened by his glory! Elroi!
Kourtney_Sspears · 82.3k Views

Vladimir's Marked Luna

She was sold like cattle. Now the monsters are bidding for her blood. ~ Lilith Brooks has always been the family disgrace; daughter of scandal, sister to the wanted daughter. When her mother dies and the only boy she ever loved betrays her, she vows never to beg for love again. But on the night she finally wins, fame, money, a taste of freedom but her family sells her into a nightmare. A supernatural auction. A realm ruled by wolves. And a man who buys her like property. Vladimir Dragunov is the Wintercrest Alpha, the feared ruler of the Lycan realm and High Alpha of the Onyx Concord. With a shattered past, a missing sister, and a throne soaked in blood, the last thing he needs is a defiant 'human' girl with a mouth as sharp as her mind and a humor darker than his past. But Lilith isn’t just anyone. She bears the Lunar Crest, a mark that could save or doom them all. When Kustav Volkov, an Alpha whose cursed blood runs in Lilith’s veins, comes to claim her as kin, Vladimir offers her a choice: marry him in a blood-bound pact that grants her protection… or be torn apart by the wolves because of lycan laws. But as enemies battle, conspiracies are woven, legacies burn, and forbidden attraction ignites, their marriage of convenience becomes anything but convenient. But someone from Lilith’s past refuses to accept defeat for he once knew her body… and now wants her soul. --- Excerpt He cut me off. “If it were your mother…” I froze, the words withering on my lips. He pushed on. “If it was your mother she tossed around like a rag doll…” He brought his face down, those beautiful analytical eyes boring into me. His head descended farther with the precision of a predator that knew its prey would never bolt. He knew that—whether because of pride or crippling fear—I would let his breath ghost against my face. His head didn’t just dip, it closed in, deliberate, each inch stolen. Cold pine and iron seeped into my lungs until breathing felt like permission I hadn’t given. My pulse lurched, and my skin prickled with something I hated to name. His proximity tangled danger with an ache I didn’t want to acknowledge. His voice dropped, brushing my ear—not soft, not harsh, but in that dangerous middle ground where you couldn’t tell if the next sound would be a whisper or a shot. “If I had a gun to her head, you would have acted. You wouldn’t weigh the risks in your head—you would move, shift, anything, even if it meant she would still be harmed… or die.” The timbre of his words thrummed through me, pulling heat to places it didn’t belong. “For a sliver of a chance she might survive, you would do something. Still, you refuse to move—you make excuses, you let your past bind you…” His head crept lower until he was right at my ear, his breath curling along the shell in a way that made my knees want to betray me. “Yet… you want to destroy an Alpha. Have him brought down to his knees." *** Dark Fantasy Romance Possessive ML Angst Rival love interest but no love triangle High stakes drama High sexual tension Smut(Of Course)
Lilac_Everglade · 231k Views

The General's Daughter: The Mission

Her childhood was forged in shadows, and she was sharpened into a weapon, trained to be a ghost, a killer—an instrument of vengeance. The target: a decorated general who brought down her family. But fate doesn't follow orders. Just as Lara was about to execute her long-planned mission, everything spiraled out of control. A military convoy intercepted her escape route—escorting none other than the general himself. And then came the moment that changed everything. A blinding crash. Screeching tires. Her body was thrown like a ragdoll, then darkness. She had a fleeting recollection of another world, another lifetime where kings ruled the land with an iron fist. But she woke up, and twelve long months had passed.  She did not know where she was or who she was. She remembered nothing. They told her different names. A child with trembling hope whispered, “Mommy, your name is Moira Torres.” Her doctor insisted, “Your admission slip says Larissa Reyes.” A hardened general leaned close and commanded, “Remember who you are. Remember your mission.” Then another general—dangerously calm, incredibly familiar—looked at her as if she mattered and asked, “Can I call you Lara?” The name unlocked something buried deep in her soul. Lara Norse Kromwel. Daughter of General Odin Norse. Empress of the First Empire. But the man who watched her most closely dismissed it with cold certainty. “This is the 21st century,” he said. “What nonsense are you spouting? What Empress? You are my woman. You can only be mine!"
Azalea_Belrose · 174.6k Views