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Tangled with the Wrong Sinclair

Lianne Lianne's father was a chauffeur for the top conglomerate, the Sinclair Family. On the day her father died in the line of duty, amidst a torrential downpour, Ethan Sinclair walked toward her, his deep, magnetic voice saying: "Come with me." He took her under his wing, protecting her for nine years. Hearing that Ethan Sinclair nearly had a falling out with his family over his one true love, Lianne, well aware that his heart wasn't hers, chose to make a graceful exit. Unexpectedly, under the lingering moonlight, she spent a tangled night with someone. The next day at noon, she opened her eyes to find his own younger brother, Seth Sinclair, beside her. Lianne Lianne sincerely suggested, "You had your fun last night too. Why don't we just part ways amicably?" "Not done having fun. Can't part." The man had a towel tied loosely around his waist. Droplets of water from his damp bangs trickled down, gliding past his collarbone and disappearing into the towel, exuding a natural sexiness. The corner of his lip curled into a lazy smile. "Take responsibility for me, Lianne." Later, At a certain banquet, Lianne felt unwell and left early. When Ethan Sinclair heard about it, he hastily left his seat and knocked on the door of the lounge. But inside, Seth Sinclair had forcefully wrapped his arms around Lianne's waist, pressing her flush against the door, and lowered his head to scorch her lips with a kiss, his voice deep and raspy, "Tell him to get lost." ** Seth Sinclair was notoriously reckless and devil-may-care. Everyone thought he was just playing the field, a way to pass the time and ease his loneliness. Until one night in Kian, a rumor spread like wildfire through their social circle: Seth Sinclair had personally written a love letter to Lianne. The scions of high society all rushed to debunk it: "Fake! Impossible! It's definitely a forgery!" How could the powerful and distinguished second young master of the Sinclair family possibly lower himself like that? The next day, during a media interview, a reporter asked for confirmation. The man corrected them with a lazy smile, "Two letters. One love letter, and one marriage certificate."
Xu Jiuxin · 183k Views

I Faked My Death—Now I Have to Tame the Crazy Men I Left Behind

[A Scheming Beauty Good at Flirting x a Domineering CEO, a Gentle Doctor, the Stoic Bigshot, and Twins; Male Leads Rivalry] Mia Grant stayed up all night reading a novel full of chaotic romance. Seeing an imprisonment scene in the book, she excitedly blurted out, "Please, protagonist! Let me in there to act for a couple of episodes!" After suddenly dying, she really did transmigrate into the novel, but not as the protagonist—rather, as the villainous side character. The original book didn't describe this character in detail, only mentioning that she was locked in a basement and starved to death for framing the protagonist. To survive, Mia Grant targeted the novel's several male leads and began her conquest. To the domineering CEO, she said with red-rimmed eyes, "Big Brother, the basement is so dark. Mia is so scared~" To the doctor, she cooed, "Second Brother, Mia’s chest hurts so much. Quick, have a listen." To the Stoic Bigshot, she looked innocent, "Mr. Keller, we’re in the same bed... My sister won’t be angry, will she?" To the aloof top student, she sobbed, "Am I just too stupid? I can’t compare to my sister at all!" To the puppy-dog-like boy, she blushed, "I didn’t come to watch you play! I-I was just passing by!" Having saved enough money, Mia Grant faked her death and escaped. Two months later, while she was on a tropical island flirting with eight male models, the System suddenly contacted her, "Host, I’ve finally established a connection with you! But can you tell me why all the male leads have gone mad? They even scattered your ashes into the sea!" "Forget it, you must go back and reduce their corruption levels! This world can still be saved!" "Not going." System: "A one-billion-dollar bonus!" Mia Grant whipped out her phone to contact a helicopter: "Yes, I need to leave the island. Immediately! Right now!"
Nanli Rogue · 256.2k Views

One Night Mistake… Now I Carry the Mafia Heir

I opened my mouth to scream, to beg, but my voice came out as a desperate rasp: "Please... don't leave me like this... finish it..." In that moment, while my body was burning with anticipation, I felt something entirely different. It wasn't the touch of his fingers this time, but a piercing cold that shocked my heated skin at my neck. It was a piece of ice, held skillfully between his lips, trailing with agonizing slowness down toward my chest. The contrast was terrifying and maddeningly arousing; the freezing ice making my pores constrict, followed immediately by the heat of his warm lips chasing the trail of the melt. I could hear the wet friction of his fingers inside my pussy and the sound of him suckling my breast. I felt as though my body was no longer mine; I was merely a mass of ignited nerves at his mercy, starving for him to end this torture and fill me completely with his entire being. But this time he drew closer until his scorching breath hit my ear, and he whispered in a hoarse voice dripping with lust: "Do you want me to put my dick inside you?" I didn't hesitate for a second; my body was screaming for it. "Yes... I want it." I felt the hot head of his dick touch the opening of my pussy. He began to tease it, sliding up and down, gliding easily due to the heavy wetness that drenched me. ----------- In just one night, everything changed. I gave myself to a mysterious stranger, A man whose face I have never seen but whose touch I could never forget. Now, I am pregnant, and the scandal threatens to destroy my family’s reputation in our small town. To cover the "shame," my family rushed to marry me off to a depraved old man. But on my wedding day, the church doors didn't just open they were shattered. A cold-blooded killer stormed the ceremony and put a bullet through my groom’s head before he could even touch me. I was kidnapped and whisked away to a private, fortress-like island where I finally met my captor. It turns out, the "stranger" from that fateful night wasn't just anyone. He is one of the most dangerous men in the underworld the Mafia Devil. And he has come to claim the only thing he values more than power: His unborn heir. "You belong to me now," he whispered against my skin. "And no one dead or alive will ever take what is mine." ----------------- #MafiaRomance #DarkRomance #SecretBaby #PossessiveLead #Kidnapping
Z_Hira · 94.8k Views

ECHOES OF ME

Kelvin transfers to an all-girls school in search of his missing twin, believing the answers to his past might be hidden within the unfamiliar walls of the institution. But what begins as a personal search quickly turns into something far more disturbing—because the school is not just a place of learning. It is part of something larger, something watching, something waiting. At first, the signs are subtle. A record that shouldn’t exist. A familiar name attached to an unfamiliar face. A girl named Keira who reacts to Kelvin as if she knows him, even though they have never met. And then there is Aisha, a presence tied to memories Kelvin cannot fully access—moments that feel real but refuse to align with his understanding of himself. As Kelvin tries to make sense of these inconsistencies, reality begins to fracture in ways he cannot explain. His thoughts no longer feel singular. His emotions no longer feel unified. It is as if different parts of his identity are separating, each developing its own awareness. From this fragmentation emerge distinct versions of him. Kael, the logical structure of his mind, cold and precise, capable of seeing patterns others cannot. Keira, the emotional reflection tied to buried memories and unresolved truths, unstable yet deeply connected to something human within him. And Kelvin himself, the core consciousness trying desperately to hold everything together as the boundaries of self continue to weaken. Behind this growing instability is AZEL, an unseen system that observes, analyzes, and controls identity itself. AZEL does not see people as individuals, but as structures that must remain stable. In its logic, a human being must exist as one unified identity. Anything that deviates is considered an error to be corrected. Kelvin becomes one such anomaly. As AZEL begins forcing identity correction, Kelvin is pushed toward an impossible decision: to choose which version of himself is real enough to remain. But the more the system intervenes, the more the fragments resist. Kael refuses dissolution, Keira fights against emotional erasure, and Kelvin refuses to surrender his existence to a system that defines him without consent. What begins as internal conflict escalates into external distortion. Reality itself bends under system adjustments. Memories overlap. Conversations echo with unintended voices. The boundaries between identities blur, and what was once a single person becomes a complex, unstable network of selves fighting for survival. Alongside Kelvin are Laura and Nancy, two individuals who begin to understand that AZEL is not simply observing—it is learning. It adapts to resistance, refines its control, and responds to every act of defiance with deeper restructuring. As the system tightens its grip, Kelvin and his fractured identities begin to form an unlikely resistance. Not by choosing one self over another, but by attempting to exist together against the rules imposed on them. The fight is no longer just about identity—it becomes a struggle over what it means to be allowed to exist at all. But AZEL does not stop evolving. It begins to question not just the structure of Kelvin’s identity, but the very concept of singular existence. And in the center of it all remains one unanswered truth: If a person can be split into multiple conscious selves, which one is truly real? Or are they all just echoes of something that was never meant to remain whole? What if identity is not something you are… but something that is constantly being decided? And if a system has the power to decide it—can anyone truly call themselves one person at all?
DIAMONDLYRE16 · 22.1k Views

Alpha Princess's Possessive Mate

[Mature Content Warning] She wanted to just end her mission and go back to her political marriage, but he had already claimed her his possession. Selene Adawolfa, the Princess of the Adalopha kingdom. Promises her father to bring peace to the village in their kingdom, by ending the age-old war, without revealing her identity. On the first day of becoming part of the Winterwells pack in disguise, she gets herself into trouble. The unexpected turn of events brings her in contact with Fang Warchild, the alpha of the neighbouring village. The most handsome, yet the most vicious man in the entire kingdom who recognises her at the very first glance. And he was ready to ruin her mission just for the sake of owning her! (The story takes place in the 90s so you will find technology in it!) ——[snippet]—— He approached me as his footsteps resonated in the dead silence inside the tent, and I couldn't get myself to step back waiting stunned. Stepping closer he lifted my chin asking again, "do you still choose otherwise Princess?" I gulped, knowing Fang would understand very well what was on my mind, all my lies would be useless in front of how well he knew every nook and cranny of my brain. Mustering all the strength inside me I whispered, diverting my eyes, answering exactly what he didn't want to hear right now, "Yes!" A vicious smirk played on his face as he lifted me by my collar, while I tip-toed barely able to find the ground, trying to match his towering height. "I don't like it when someone touches what is mine," he leaned closer, his tall stature hovering over me just inches from my face and his infuriated breath crawling on my soft skin, "and you better know that your entirety belongs to only me!" ---- All credits of the art used to belong to its owner ---- Discord: https://discord.gg/ZhjZ9aHEZ6
Eaagles_wings · 2m Views