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AN 18+ ALPHA MAFIA SERIES BOOK 1# CAPTIVE MATE BOOK 2# RUNAWAY MATE BOOK 3# DANGEROUS MATE -+- Caspian is the heir to Moonstone Pack but when his parents die, he’s cheated out of his birthright and treated like a prisoner. He decides to leave, running off to Haines City to start a new life. His plans are instantly cut short when he's kidnapped and auctioned off, and he is bought by none other than one of the Mafia Kings running the city, Asher Knight. -+- Asher shrugged his coat off, the heavy outfit falling to the ground with an audible thud. Caspian watched this happen in apprehension, Mafia King Asher had looked huge with the coat on, and with the coat off, there wasn’t much of a difference. “Come here,” He ordered calmly, the earrings in his ears visible with his dark red hair slicked back. Caspian shook his head again, he had no intention of speaking, ever. Because that would only give away his gender. “I don’t like to repeat myself, Omega.” His voice darkened. Caspian’s heart thudded painfully in his chest in fear, he really didn’t want to get anywhere near the Alpha. He eyed the window longingly before forcing himself to take a step forward, then another, and another… +- THIS IS AN 18+ MAFIA STORY SO IT WILL INCLUDE VIOLENT AND MATURE THEMES, READ WITH CAUTION.

A pile of INDIAN SMUT STORIES THAT MIGHT AFFECT YOU SO PLEASE READ WITH CAUTION......(lol like hell u'll CARE miserable bastard n Bitches.....) Also this compilation contains many healthy n unhealthy GENRE like ALL TYPE OF NTR,CUCK of both type m many more with VANILLA n True love/smut stories as well HAREM n many more READ ONLY IF U HAVE THE GUTS OF IRON BALL N IRON PISSY....(lol just kidding)..

[WARNING!!! 18+ CONTENT. Contains language, Scenes, and life choices your grandma wouldn’t approve of. and the MC is an utter scumbag.... period. so bugger off, if you want good moral Main character.] Questions? character image? NSFW? click the Discord LINK below: https://discord.gg/yrnQskUgPF I was supposed to be a background character. A half-incubus “mid-boss” destined to get cut down by the hero’s holy sword. No future. No plot armor. Just hunger gnawing at my soul and the promise of an ugly death. Then my bloodline awakened. [High incubus bloodline awakened] Now the viscount's wife gasps my name behind locked doors. The nuns insists that “purifying me” requires a very hands-on ritual. And the empress herself? Let’s just say her crown isn’t the only thing she drops when I’m around. I didn’t plan this. I only wanted to survive. But every time I seduce, every time I corrupt, every time another goddess-like beauty begs me for more… my ambition grows further. The hero thinks I’m just another stepping stone. The gods call me a mistake. But the women of the empire? They’re starting to call me something else. Their salvation. Their obsession. Their sin. I was meant to die forgotten. Instead, I’m about to turn this whole empire into my harem… one f*ucking moan at a time.

Kanjuro was reborn into a multiverse world and enrolled in a Black Magic Academy. To gain power, he sacrificed his soul to a demon. After killing the demon, he obtained the power of the dark bible... At this moment, Kanjuro completely became a supreme existence. At this moment, morality seemed to have collapsed; on this path of sin, Kanjuro drifted further and further away. Gorgeous mothers, black monsters, the sword of thunder and fire, the Digital World, the world of Conan, the world of black magic, the Type-Moon world—all women became playthings in Kanjuro's palm.

Takashi Mitarai, who thinks of himself as a mob, both internally and externally. In the school he attends, there are multiple students who have idol-like popularity. Although they are fellow students, he thought that it had nothing to do with himself, who was just a mob. However, there is one rumor about him, and his life changes completely when one of Kuoh’s two big sisters comes seeking that rumor. Follow Mitarai’s tale as he faces dangers, madness, monsters, world-ending threats, and women, lots of women, as this generation's Red Dragon Emperor. Author Notes: ◉ This “Pinto_Sh” ◉ Issei isn’t the Red Dragon Emperor in this Fic. ◉ Huge Harem alert. ◉ NTR’ING Issei Hyoudou. If you don’t like it, don’t read it. ◉ Lemon with Plot. ... Advanced 30 chapters at: https://ko-fi.com/ereh_kun Patreon: patreon.com/cw/Pinto_Lemons

Ye Chen was an honest and hardworking man, but he caught his girlfriend who was having an affair with a wealthy second generation, because of his sadness he decided to return to his hometown to calm down, while on his way he met a god cultivator and ended up being his student . After that his life began to change, on the right and left arms holding the Beautiful girl, from the start of the School flower, rich young women, beautiful teachers, beauty Ceo, famous beauty stars, beautiful goddesses. one by one the women came to him

"What if I can give you a chance to do it all over again?" "Hoshimiya got into position and thrust his spear like a dragon into Yuki!" Hoshimiya easily sees through the fake crime scene, deducing that the culprit is among them while secretly using his magic to heal Kaoru Kusano's fatal neck wound. He then confronts a suicidal Yuki Takeno in the kitchen, using a combination of healing magic and an intensely intimate "treatment" to pull her back from the brink of death and claim her body and mind. Who could have predicted that a tragic suicide attempt would transform into such a passionate and miraculous "resurrection"? Novel Tags：Detective Conan Fanfic，R18 / Harem，Netori (Stealing Lovers)，Oyakodon (Mother/Daughter)，System & Magic ------------- Support me and want to read more chapters and read the 400+ pictures: patreon.com/Briery When your weekly power status reaches 100 power stones, a new chapter will be updated.

Elric's life had been nothing short of a nightmare since his childhood. He was constantly bullied at school, detested and ignored by his family, and left with nobody to care whether he lived or died. The accumulated loneliness and suffering from decades pushed him into a severe depression, and he ultimately decided to take his life’s final decision… Suicide. One day, Elric's soul heard a voice calling out to him. "Wake up, Elric. I am the God of Darkness, and I'm here to give you another chance at life." To the God of Darkness, Elric replied with only two words… "Fuck off!" Now forced with the possibility of a new life despite his unwillingness… Elric must decide whether to become a puppet or forge a new destiny with his own hands. Will he overcome his traumatic past, or will he squander yet another chance at life? Join the Protagonist on his journey as he is given an impossible task while striving to become one of the strongest beings in a world full of Magic, Mythical creatures, Dragons, and Gods. ---------------- [[Author : The protagonist of this story is a scheming mastermind who doesn't trust anyone and plans everything based on his present strength, knowledge and circumstances. No Romance, Harem, or Fan-service here. The main character is also not an Edgelord or a Psychopath who kills people without reason. Character development is a gradual process as the Main Character learns to acknowledge and overcome his flaws. This is a story for those who appreciate a psychologically well-developed character. The protagonist is an Antihero character who exists in the gray area between good and evil. This is a story for those who enjoy complex characters, greatly improving and expanding World-building along with intricate plots. If you are looking for a story with a nuanced and morally ambiguous yet humorous protagonist in a mature and gritty world, then this is the novel for you.]] ---------------- Note : Character Reference Arts available in chapter comments. You can also support me on Patreon : Just type HeroOfDarkness in Creator search menu. Discord Link : https://discord.gg/DstSrGK4dn ---------------- Note : Vote for the Novel for extra weekly chapters. 500 Power Stones = 1 Extra Chapter per week 1000 Power Stones = 2 Extra Chapters per week 2500 Power Stones = 5 Extra chapters per week 500 Golden Tickets = 2 Extra chapters per week 1000 Golden Tickets = 3 Extra chapters per week 1500 Golden Tickets = 7 Extra chapters per week

What would you do if almost everyone around you saw you as a hindrance or not at all? What if your own father was one of those who wished you gone? That is the story of Rosemary's life. Ever since the death of her mother during accident where only she survived, Rose has felt useless. Despite her best attempts to ignore the hurtful glances and words of the royal court and her father, she can't help but feel like a wilted flower. It becomes so bad that she considers ending it all, until she is rescued by a handsome young man with cold violet eyes who promises to change her world. ---- Before long, I reached a stone bridge overlooking Kaguya river. Luckily for me, the place was empty at the moment. Although, would anyone have even bothered saving a wretch like me? At most, they probably would have just watched as I met my end in a moment of morbid curiosity. And as I stood at the edge, I remembered all the times I had cried. All the times I had hurt. But now, I was ready. I smiled as the wind whipped around me. It was time to end it. Turning around, I let my body fall backwards into the river. The sky was a sea of stars. The city lights around me sparkled like gems. It was so beautiful. For the first time in a long time, I felt a sense of calm wash over me. I didn't regret it. No, I had finally found the courage to stand up for myself in my very own way. The water was high, so the fall itself didn't kill me instantly as I had hoped. As the river enveloped me, I closed my eyes. This was the end of my journey. A journey full of misery and tragedy. If there was another life, I hoped it would be better than this one. "Sis!" I heard a voice scream. Orlin! My brother came for me? What was he doing here? Had he followed me? But why? Did he care about me? Or was it just pity? No, right? Surely at least one person in this world loved me. Why had I given up on myself so soon? I knew he loved me. Yet, I still went through with this stupid decision. I allowed those girls and Father's words inhibit my better judgment... "Sis, where are you? Rose! Please show yourself! I want to talk!" Ore yelled at the top of his lungs. Right, my life was not all misery and tragedy. There were faint glimmers of joy and hope left. Ore was a big part of that. How selfish of me... I was actually about to abandon my brother. I tried to resurface, but my swimming skills weren't the best. To make matters worse, the current was far too strong. If not for the current, I would have at least been able to dog paddle over to the edge with some effort. My right hand broke through the fierce waters and was yanked by another hand. I was pulled out of the murky depths and saw a pair of cold violet eyes staring back at me. Father? No, it wasn't him. Although, those eyes felt familiar. Before I could make out the face of my rescuer clearly, darkness swept over me. Was it too late? I didn't want to die... Not anymore!

Jilyanna's face paled when she saw the man coming out from an expensive car. His face was as handsome as she last remembered but his dark eyes were cold and penetrating. His lips pulled up into a devilish smile making her heart faltered in its beat. "Why don't you return with me my sweet wife?" his voice was husky as he beckoned her to come closer. "I'm not your wife sweetheart. You've mistaken me for someone else." Jilyanna played along but her eyes were scanning her surroundings for possible escape. "You're not? Then give me back my sperm." Jilyanna choked at his words. She did promise him to be his wife, but she didn't want to get married at all. However, she did steal his sperm and it's over a month old.

[+18| Adult Content | Dark | Erotic Mafia Romance] In Central City, everyone knows the name Marcone. It’s a name whispered in fear, a name synonymous with blood, shadows, and an empire built on the broken bones of anyone who dared to cross them. Adrian Grayson is a ghost. A widower frozen in three years of grief, he lives for his art and nothing else. He doesn't care about the city's monsters, until he accidentally crashes into the most dangerous one of all. Twice in one night, the cold, lethal Matteo Marcone saves Adrian’s life. Adrian hates to owe anyone, especially a devil. But when he asks how to settle the debt, the answer isn't money or blood. "Climb into my bed if you want to repay me," Matteo rumbles. "Or remain forever in my debt." Adrian is straight. He is a man of honor. But in a fortress of stone and iron, trapped by a man who refuses to let him go, Adrian realizes that the Devil doesn't just want his body, he wants to consume his very soul. Will Adrian pay the price, or will he discover that some debts can only be paid in skin? A/N: This story is entirely fictional. All characters, names, locations, and events are products of the author’s imagination. Any similarity to real people, living or deceased, or actual events is purely coincidental.

Lucien's control was fraying. He watched Elian's shoulders shake, watched fat tears roll down those flushed cheeks as the younger man tried—and failed—to hold back broken sobs. The sight should have disgusted him. Instead, it ignited something feral in his chest. "Be quiet, Elian," Lucien warned, voice low and strained. Elian's head snapped up, eyes blazing through the tears. "No! I will not be quiet!" His voice cracked, raw and defiant. "I demand you let me go. Set me—ah!" Lucien moved before he could think. In one brutal motion, he slammed Elian against the nearest wall, the impact knocking the breath from both of them. Elian's back hit stone with a dull thud, his wrists pinned above his head by one of Lucien's large hands. "Be quiet," Lucien hissed again, forehead pressed against Elian's, their breaths mingling hot and desperate. Elian whimpered, twisting uselessly in his grip. "You monster… you—" Lucien's mouth crashed down on his. It wasn't gentle. It wasn't a kiss—it was a claim. Hard, punishing, devouring. Elian gasped into it, the sound swallowed instantly as Lucien pressed closer, body caging him completely against the cold wall. The taste of salt from Elian's tears mixed with something sweeter, something that made Lucien's blood roar. Elian struggled for half a second… then his lips parted on a broken moan. Lucien pulled back just enough to growl against his mouth, "I said be quiet." But Elian—trembling, furious, aching—only whispered back, voice wrecked: "Make me." **** Some truths are worth killing for. ​Son of a traitor, Elian Morel was meant to burn in the Duke's dungeon. Instead, the ruthless Duke Lucien pulls him from the darkness and keeps him locked in his private wing—close enough to watch, to touch, to break. Elian hides a dangerous gift: with one touch, he can drag out the truth behind any lie. Lucien is cold precision and merciless control, a man bound by a royal betrothal and secrets of his own. But the more he tries to possess Elian, the more his iron restraint begins to crack. In a world of court intrigue and deadly politics, their charged proximity turns into something darker—something hungry. Every defiance, every forced confession, every lingering gaze pushes them closer to the edge. Between captor and captive, hatred and desire, a forbidden bond begins to form. One that could destroy them both. Power, obsession, and a love that defies the throne.

All Aiden wanted was peace and quiet to finish his novel. Instead, a drop of blood on a forgotten painting awakens Kaelan—an ancient naga prince bound by centuries of silence. Beautiful, arrogant, and demanding worship, Kaelan turns Aiden’s secluded retreat into something far stranger. Now myth walks his halls, and Aiden can’t decide if he’s living a dream… or falling into a trap he can’t escape.

They say the body has memory. I didn’t believe that until I started waking up soaked in sweat and c*m, my heart racing, my fingers trembling, my lips parted as if I’d been whispering his name in sleep. But I never even knew his real name. I remember his voice though, how it curled around me like smoke, soft and deep, commanding yet kind, dark and dangerous. He never touched me. Never laid a hand on me. But I came so hard, I cried. Now, every night, I crave it. That voice. That whisper that made my knees weak. That sin I never thought I’d want. I thought I was straight. Now, I’m not even sure I’m sane. And I think I’d ruin myself just to hear it again. For 25 years, Zayn lived in a world of straight expectations, dating girls, chasing pleasure that always ended in silence and frustration. Sex was a routine, not release. Until one bored night, chasing a thrill, he said yes to something different. A man in a club offered him more than money, he offered a secret, a night of satisfaction like he’d never known. But when Zayn entered that hotel room, he didn’t expect him, the rich, cold, dangerously alluring heir of a conservative empire, whose father publicly condemns everything he hides in the dark. What started as a one-night experiment turned into a dangerous addiction. Without a single touch, Zayn was broken open, undone, and made to scream, cry, and beg, only through sound. Now, even back home, Zayn trembles when he hears his voice in dreams, in memory, in madness. His sheets are always wet. His nights are restless. His body wants more. And the worst part? He's starting to want him, too. 18+ WARNING This story contains explicit male-male content, intense erotic scenes, and psychological seduction. If you're not ready for a world where a voice can break you, proceed cautiously. Read at your discretion.

John figured death was supposed to mean peace at last. His whole life got wrecked by heartbreak and betrayal and all that loss, so the grave ought to just end it there, right? But no, he wakes in the body of a child, dragged into the clutches of the Obsidian Covenant — a secret order that forges children into weapons. At first, all he wanted was survival. But surrounded by others just as broken, John finds himself pulled into their struggle, swearing to protect what little hope they have left. The god who put him here watches with cruel amusement, torturing him just for the sake of it...or maybe not. If John wants revenge, or even a chance at freedom, he’ll have to rise through the world of Cassiopeia, uncover the secrets binding him to this place, and turn his anger into something sharper than any blade. Peace is gone. Now there’s only the vow: to kill the god. *** I would like to say This story is kind of like a chimera. so, expect it to shift and evolve as the journey unfolds, never bound to a single genre. and although the narrative introduces darker themes, the story evolves beyond them to explore resilience and growth. *** New chapter of The Uncrowned Paragon drops every week—at least one within 7 days, sometimes more. Thanks for reading and stay tuned.

Find a mate. Bear a cub. Save the world. Left stranded on an empty road with nothing but her purse and a broken heart, Lin Wan follows the only direction available to her and walks straight into a world that was never meant for her. The Beast Continent is vast and wild and runs on rules she does not understand, and apparently her body has exactly three hours before it starts shutting down. The solution, according to the cheerful system that just moved into her head, is simple. Find a mate. Bear a cub. Save the world. Problem solved The cold, stripe marked leopard warrior who pulled himself out of a wild pool and looked at her like she was his before she even knew his name was not exactly what she had in mind. But he is what she has. And somehow, in this strange world under a stranger sky, that might be enough.

"Luca, please…" she cried. "You need to see who the devil really is. And decide if you want me that way," he said. "Because this is who I am. You either accept it or reject it." Luca's hand reached for a knife from the array of tools spread meticulously on the desk. "I wanted to prolong his suffering…" he murmured. "Luca…" she whispered. "But since this is a show and tell…" Without a pause, he cut the rope holding Inferi's wrists, letting the man drop heavily to the floor with a thud that made the room shudder. Inferi's eyes, wide with terror, flicked to Vee as his body twisted weakly under the weight of his injuries. "This isn't one of those times when you ask me to let someone go, I am going to kill him right here." "You have two choices," he continued. "Walk away right now, and I will accept that you will never accept who I am. Or stay and watch me kill him, to prove to me that you accept all of me, that you want all of me." "God, please, Luca, don't do this." Behind Luca, Inferi struggled weakly on the floor. Luca looked only at her. "It's simple, Vee. I am giving you a choice. I don't have a gun to your head, now, do I? Are you ashamed of who I am, or do you accept who I am?" "It's not so simple!" Vee yelled. "You're asking me to stand here while you take a life." "I will count to ten." He gestured with the knife toward the steel door behind her. "There is the door. Here is me." "Jesus!" Vee bit down on her lower lip. She squeezed her eyes shut. "Jesus Christ!" "One…" "Two…" She stepped toward him. "Three…" "I'm not running." She moved closer. "I will not run. I will stay." "Four…" Vee drew in a shaky breath, steadying herself against the tidal wave inside her. "I meant what I said last night. I said I love you. I meant it. But don't subject me to this. It will not change how I feel about you. It won't." She stepped even closer, until the knife hovered inches from her hip. "But it will most definitely change me." She swallowed hard. "If you make me stand here and watch this, you are not testing my love. You are reshaping me into something I may never recognize again." Her hands came up slowly and pressed against his chest. "I love the man who protects. The man who terrifies everyone else but holds me like I matter." Her eyes glistened, but she did not look away. "I know what you are. I accept what you are. But do not ask me to become it." "Five…" Luca moved behind Inferi now, the knife hovering at his throat. Vee's feet rooted to the floor, the edge of Luca's jacket gripped tightly in her fists. Her eyes, brimming with tears locked onto his, daring him to see, really see, what she was becoming in his presence. "Six…" he continued. He held the knife steady against Inferi's skin, a cold, absolute line of judgment, waiting. And in that pause, Luca realized a part of him wanted her to run, desperately. He wanted her to bolt, to retreat from this room of blood and fear, because maybe, just maybe, if she ran, he would see the futility of the obsession clawing at him from the inside. "Seven…" he murmured. "Eight…" "Nine…" Synopsis: She insulted the devil. He decided to own her. Veronica Scalese walks into New York’s elite club, ‘Commissioned’ by accident—and mouths off to the wrong man; Luciano Genovese popularly known as ‘The Devil’. He grants favours but gets your soul in return. When Luca comes to collect a debt from her father, the payment demanded is flesh. Veronica becomes both Luca’s weakness and his obsession. He burns his empire to the ground to keep her. Undressed by the Mafia God is a mafia romance story where power is foreplay, love is a liability, and the most terrifying thing a god can do… is fall.

Logline: Owen is a streamer who suddenly finds himself drowning in massive debt. To repay it, he reluctantly teams up with Clara a seductive married MILF under the same roof to create content on OnlyStar. Luckily, fate gives him a mysterious gift: the Choice System! Author's Note: Hello, everyone! I'd like to take this opportunity to clarify the vision and direction for "The Streamer's Choice" so that we're all on the same page. Although the story begins with a Slice-of-life / Romance plot centered on the relationship between Owen and Clara, the true core concept of this novel is the "Dimension Gate." The "Dimension Gate" in this story will act as a bridge, taking Owen and other characters on adventures into various worlds with completely different genres. Therefore, please be aware that this is a "multi-genre fusion" novel. You can definitely expect to see plots from fantasy, parasitic horror, dark fantasy, wuxia (martial arts fantasy), and even genres inspired by games like Elden Ring in the future! I hope you'll all be excited to join Owen on this unpredictable journey! Disclaimer: This novel is inspired by several dating sims and adult games that the author personally enjoys. Therefore, some plot structures may seem familiar to those games, but the world setting, characters, plot progression, and the majority of the story are the author's own original creation. If you enjoy the story, please consider supporting me on Patreon for exclusive content and early access. Patreon: Spirit_Alphabet

[The RETURNER FANTASY system has been granted to you in response to your dying wish] [Initiating regression in 3... 2... 1...] That was the voice Jeff heard in the final moments of his life—just before death claimed him. Or at least, that's how he remembers it, now that he's woken up twelve years in the past. Back to the moment when he still had a chance to change everything he thought had gone wrong. Forget the incurable disease. Forget the mystery of how he regressed. Forget even the holographic screen flashing in the corner of his vision. What matters now is the quest he's on—and the girl he's running toward. She had stayed by his side even when he had nothing. She forgave him for the foolishness that had torn them apart. She was there in his final moments, when regret overwhelmed him for never telling her how he truly felt. This time, he wouldn't make the same mistake. This time, he'd protect her—no matter what. Even if it cost him his life… or someone else's. [Warning: Contains Mature, Sexual, and Violence content.] This book will have a lot of mature and sexual content. But those will not be the main focus of story. This book will show the main character trying his best to redeem himself from his failures and regrets. --- Disclaimer – The image used for the book cover is not mine, nor are the concept designs for the characters.