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Sold to the Mountain King

My father sold me to settle a gambling debt. I didn't know until the man I'd been serving coffee to for two months pulled out my chair at a brunch table in Vail — with an engagement clause that had my name on it. Signed eight weeks ago. Without my knowledge. Without my consent. My father couldn't look at me. Cole Ashford couldn't stop looking. Cole is the CEO of Palisade and the leader of the 303 — an organization that controls more of Colorado than anyone is supposed to know about. He bought my father's debt in one night, told him the clause was worthless before the ink dried, and let him sign it anyway. He knows my lease. My roasters. My routines. He broke into my apartment while I was in Vail and left a cup of coffee brewed exactly the way I brew it — still warm when I walked through the door. I hated him. I hated more the way my body wouldn't agree. His voice landed behind my ribs and spread where it had no business spreading. His gaze dropped to my mouth and I felt it on my skin for hours. The most dangerous man in Denver looked at me like I was the only thing his empire couldn't buy. I built Treeline from three years of tips and a lease in Union Station. Now I'm discovering the ground beneath everything I built belongs to a man who doesn't take what he wants — he builds a world where what he wants walks in on its own. Every touch he takes gives him nothing. Granite and ice. Every touch I choose to give him changes everything. He thinks he claimed me. He's wrong. The only version of me worth having walks in on her own. And I haven't decided yet. ⸻ Slow burn · Enemies to lovers · He falls first · She decides last · Arranged marriage · Possessive hero · Strong female lead · Mafia · CEO
MoonCow · 111.8k Views

Love Thy Divinity

The 18-year-old Yamato suddenly found himself in the after life, but is unsure on how exactly he ended up there. However his reaction lacked the surprise or confusion one would usually expect form someone in his situation, as he would soon prove to be anything but ordinary. Having always failed finding meaning in his life and those of others, his emotional numbness and tendency to view most people and activities as beneath him becomes apparent when he meets the angel Yuki. Meant to judge his life and actions, things take a turn when he tricks her into agreeing to a wager that would change his and her fate. Achieving victory over the angel, he acquires her devotion and servitude, though he soon discovers the true face her devotion to be pure obsession instead of the benevolence she showed him at first. After a confrontation with God himself about his changed fate, he and Yuki are sent to a new world in hopes of finding what his previous world lacked: meaning. Yuki however has made it her sole purpose to win him over, baiting the slightest bit of affection out of him, genuine or not. Even just experiencing theatrical romance scenarios, which she artificially creates at the cost of others, becomes a normal occurrence. Though not reciprocating her feelings just yet, Yamato cannot stop himself from being captivated by both her beauty and emotional intensity, seeing her as someone who might finally give him the emotional experience he seeks.
Towa_Tanabata · 213.3k Views

A Fate Out Of My Hands

For ten long years, Tatsuya Fukushu lived through hell. Every day, he was beaten. Every day, he was mocked. Every day, he was reminded that the world didn’t want someone like him. The cruelty of his classmates became routine—their fists, their words, their laughter. He endured it all in silence, believing that someday it would end. That someday, if he just kept going, peace would come. But peace never came. One day, something inside him shattered. And in a blind, terrifying moment of rage, he killed them—the three bullies who tormented him for a decade. His hands were stained. His heart, empty. He thought he would finally die. He wanted to die. Instead, he woke up in another world. A world of magic, kingdoms, and ancient prophecy. A world where people could fly, summon fire, and carve mountains with a sword. A world that felt too alive for someone as broken as him. Tatsuya didn’t rejoice at the second chance. He hated it. Hated the sky, the air, the mana that pulsed through him. He wanted silence. He wanted peace. And most of all—he wanted to disappear. But fate is rarely kind. A strange knight named Paul found him, battered and aimless. He claimed there was a prophecy. That someone like Tatsuya had been foretold. Tatsuya didn’t believe a word of it. He didn’t trust him. Why should he? But Paul didn’t ask him to believe. He simply trained him—day after day, sword in hand, never holding back. There were no kind words, only discipline. No promises, only purpose. And slowly, through blood and sweat, Tatsuya began to understand. Trust wasn’t something that came from words. It came from action. And maybe, just maybe… He wasn’t alone anymore.
Tatsuya_F · 106.2k Views