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I Fell Into a Modern Kingdom: Got Chased By a King and a Crime Lord 

(A modern day monarchy and drug lord/mafia love triangle set in Korea) Hae Na Ri's life is turned upside down when she mysteriously crosses over to another universe. In the modern Kingdom of Korea, a series of mysterious and dangerous things happen around her. She has to dodge enemies, make friends and survive while being chased hard by two of the most powerful men in the country, both unwilling to give up. But historically, it has not gone well when two kings clashed over a woman. Ryu Ha Joon, a young and handsome king, never knew he had this ability to love someone so ferociously. His heart is set on her and he will do anything to keep her by his side. If the Wolya gang's leader doesn't snatch her away. Kang Tae Oh, face of an angel, deeds of a devil. He is known as the King of Wolya, whose heart is set on Na Ri and he will cross any limit for her. Of course people would see her as a threat. A seemingly ordinary and mad woman doing extraordinary things! She shows the dangerous potential of a queen… THIS STORY IS FOR YOU IF YOU LOVE TO SEE: 》a not-so-innocent, funny and strong female lead surviving chaos and rising to power. 》the cold and cruel villain fall in love and become soft for her. 》the strong and mighty male lead turn desperate for her love and attention. 》obsessive and possessive male leads who worship the female lead. 》love triangle (who will she choose?) UPDATE SCHEDULE: I upload 5 chapters a week usually and try to squeeze in more chapters whenever I can. If I have more collections and readers, I would increase the amount of chapters per week.
Death_Fairy · 12.3k Views

Craved by the Wrong Volkov

(trigger warning. This book contains mature themes) ****** "I can't..." she gasped between broken moans, her voice trembling somewhere between pain and pleasure. Every thrust seemed to blur the line between surrender and defiance. Then she whispered a name between her sweet cries ...it wasn’t mine. I froze. A slow, humorless smile curved my lips as the sound of his name filled the space between us. “Raph…” she breathed. I leaned in, my mouth brushing her ear. Feeling her tremble from touch until my teeth nibbled her earlobes hard enough to make her whimper and her fold to clench around my fingers. “Wrong name, Lynn.” I hissed, withdrawing from the warmth of her insides. I felt her body tense. She clawed at my shoulders, a desperate plea in every touch. “Don’t…” she whimpered. Those jade-like eyes unravelled me that moment. I could feel the ache in my trousers. A troublesome little viper. A cruel smile traced my lips hiding my emotions. “You called the wrong name,” I murmured, my voice low, dangerous. “And bad girls deserve to be punished.” Her glossy eyes met mine... so full of confusion, want, and power she didn’t yet understand. If she only knew how close I was to breaking. Because the only name she should be calling… was mine. Lucien. I craved it as badly as the air I breathe. ****** For better or for worse, till death do us part. That was their vows at the altar, but her husband broke them first.. He claims an open marriage is the solution to their childless marriage and that it's to protect her own interests. But all Braelyn sees is a prison built from guilt and lies. One heartbroken night, she stumbles into a karaoke bar and into the arms of Lucien. A man shrouded in mystery, rebellion, and danger. His very presence tells her to run but it also gives her the solace she craved. She never expected to see him again after she ran, forgetting his sinful existence, but life wasn't done making a joke out of her. Lucien isn't just any man, but one who can destroy everything she believes in. The man she was never meant to meet. Her husband's uncle The black sheep of the Volkov dynasty. A man whose desire will ruin her. Lucien knows she can't be his, but he was never a man who respected social norms. He doesn't care about anything but her every sin and touch. All he wants… is her, no matter how sinful it gets.
jodiekesh27 · 263.5k Views

Triplet Alpha's Omega Mate

Lennox cornered her in the hallway, his amber eyes troubled. “You didn’t deserve that.” “Didn’t I?” Olivia challenged. “Wasn’t it you who told the entire pack that the daughter of a traitor should be treated as less than human?” “I was wrong,” he admitted. “We all were.” “Three years, Lennox. Three years of serving as your Omega, of being spat on, of watching you three worship the ground Anita walks on while I’m nothing but a shameful secret.” From the shadows, Levi’s voice emerged. “The Moon Goddess bound us for a reason.” Olivia’s bitter laugh echoed through the corridor. “And you’ve fought that reason every step of the way.” “We didn’t know,” Louis appeared beside his brothers, forming the triangle that had always made Olivia feel trapped. “About your father, about the conspiracy—” “So that’s what it takes?” she asked, voice trembling. “My father’s name being cleared for you to acknowledge me as your Luna? As your mate?” “No,” Lennox reached for her. “It’s seeing your strength, your resilience despite everything we put you through.” “We were cruel,” Levi admitted. “We were wrong,” Louis echoed. Olivia looked at each of them, these three powerful Alphas now regarding her with something approaching reverence. Olivia’s smile held no warmth. “Now I realize some wounds cut too deep to heal. You can’t break someone for years and expect them to be whole for you when it’s convenient.”
Sugarlitics · 1.3m Views

The Cupid Who Slept With My Crush

…Queen Shala stood before the mirror in a hurry, fingers fumbling with her jewelry, brushing soft color on her lips, slipping into a light robe that hugged her curves just right. She had to leave soon, meet Ban in the quiet woods where no eyes could follow. Heart racing with that secret pull, she didn’t hear the door open. Strong arms wrapped around her from behind, familiar yet… different. The king—her husband—pressed close, lips brushing her neck slow and hot. “Where are you going so fast, my love?” he whispered, voice deeper than usual, hands already sliding under the robe, finding skin warm and ready. She froze for a second, feeling the change—his touch bolder, hungrier, like fire instead of gentle warmth. But something enchanted pulled her in. She could tell this was not her husband maybe a doppelgänger but the enchantment made her lean back against him, breath catching. His fingers undid ties quick, robe falling open, palms cupping her breasts, thumbs teasing peaks until she gasped soft. He turned her, kissed her deep and long, tongue claiming, body pressing hard—his manhood thick and pulsing against her thigh. Before she knew it, he lifted her onto the dressing table, jewelry scattering,.. Kia, the mischievous Cupid who shot a forbidden arrow at Queen Shala and rival general Ban—sparking a passion that could unravel kingdoms—is racing to stop it all. No reverse arrow exists, so he dives into the mortal world himself: shapeshifting, enchanting, slipping into intimate moments to pull her focus away from Ban. He has to forbid their growing love, avoid a possible disaster that looms if it burns too bright. But demons like the twisted illusionist Molik scheme to ruin his plans, angels watch wary from above, and true desire fights back harder than any spell. Can Kia save his reputation and keep the chaos from exploding… or will he get tangled in the very heat he’s trying to cool?
The_7headed_dragon · 8.2k Views

SHADOWS OF THE HEART

The shadows lurked, its whispers a fearful caress to the heart. A word of it begot omen and doom is the person that sees it. The world was evolving, creatures emerging and some going extinct, but one rule remained among the humans: "BEWARE OF THE NIGHT CREATURES." Ophelia, tossed and turned by the cruel wind and unfortunate side of the world, found herself embracing the very shadow that was feared by many. The shadow that always haunted her. Not only was she haunted, she was the reason the shadow lurked. Its darkness deftly intertwined with the course of her life, bringing to light secrets locked away in the abyss. Secrets that led her to the arms of the one whose statements remained of evil. Rumors of her prevailed, each one more abhorrent than the other. While most of the rumors were false, there were specks of truth in them. However, in the dance of darkness, its drums beaten by the shadows, everything and every danger she faced culminated on the day she was bitten by the very creature humans termed evil and vile. She was his pawn, his amusement to be poked, his first bite. Her blood, the first to ink his fangs, had, unbeknownst to him, formed a forbidden and sacred bond that could not be severed unless she died. Gone from his play thing to the number one on his kill list, Ophelia found herself confronting dangers that she, no matter how hard she tried, could never win against. When the game of chase and death slowly evolves into an unspoken spark-like trail of shadows weaving in the hearts of the predator and the prey, Ophelia is conflicted about the path to follow. The path to toss the dangers aside and embrace the whispers of her heart—or the path to heed the warnings of her heart and run further from her predator. Unfortunately, in the dance of the cruel hand of fate, whichever way she took, he was always there like a shadow ready to entrap her. SHE WAS HIS FIRST BITE, AND HE WAS HER SHADOW.
Amzy_Bella · 6.8k Views