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Luca Moretti ,moved through the world like a storm contained in an Armani suit. At twenty-eight, he was a heir of Moretti empire—a conglomerate of legitimate businesses that bloomed like flowers atop deeply buried, less savory roots, the parent he only knew was his grandpa. His life was a curated exhibition of excess: penthouse views of the city's glittering skyline, cars that purred like contented predators, and a revolving door of beautiful, interchangeable companions who never stayed long enough to see the cracks in the gilded facade. He's only have grandfather, Vittorio, the family's aging patriarch, watched Luca's escapades from his oak-paneled study with a mixture of amusement and concern. "A tree with shallow roots falls in the first storm," Vittorio would rumble, but Luca only heard the distant echo of an old world. He was modern, untouchable, a prince of a shadow kingdom. #OTHER SIDE Across the city, in a neighborhood where the buildings wore their age like a weary sigh, lived Melissa Vance , beautiful young woman. Her world was measured in bus fares, overdue textbooks, and the quiet, heroic fatigue in her mother's eyes. At twenty-two, Melissa navigated her final year at Hillcrest's College on a scholarship that felt as thin as tissue paper, stretched over tuition, rent, and her mother's medical bills. Their life was a delicate balancing act of hope and relentless practicality. Her beauty was not the cultivated kind found in Luca's circles; it was in her intelligent grey eyes, the stubborn set of her jaw as she worked late shifts at *The Grind*, a campus coffee shop(Cáfe), and the gentle strength with which she braided her mother's thinning hair. Their worlds were parallel lines, engineered by fate and fortune never to meet. Maybe fate has it way or?

Congratulations! You’ve been thrown into Marvel. No superpowers. No genius intellect. Just a normal guy trying not to get erased by some random cosmic entity. But if survival is a game, then he will play to win by any means necessary. ------------------------ Posting simultaneously on FF, SH, WN, RR, and AO3 under the same username. ------------------------ You can read up to 10 chapters ahead on my Patreon: patreon.com/cursedgamer1

They promised a cure. They delivered a plague. In Metro City, the rain doesn’t wash away the blood—it just spreads it. The Nexo Incident was supposed to be a pharmaceutical breakthrough. Instead, the VX-1.089 virus turned 99.7% of its test subjects into biological nightmares. Now, the survivors aren't human anymore, and the corporations are trying to bury the truth under a mountain of corpses. Agent Adrian Cole is a decorated NPU officer who thought he had seen it all. That was before he was assigned to protect Yuki Tanaka—a witness who knows too much. Now, Adrian has a target on his back, a city crumbling into madness, and a partner, Aveline, who is too perfect to be true. He thinks his job is to hunt the monsters on the street. He’s wrong. The worst predators aren’t the ones screaming in the dark. They are the ones signing his paycheck.

Isabella was never going to be Cristian’s wife, she was just a placeholder. Being married to a man who loved her step-sister, Isabella learned to be a presence without being noticed. She cooked for his meals, bore his last name, and bit her tongue as Cristian pursued Veronica's lies and fragile tears. Isabella decided to get a Divorce but she never got back home. Kidnapped by Giovanni—the most feared billionaire mafia lord and Cristian’s arch-enemy—Isabella is now no more than a pawn in the twisted game that is about to unfold. A secret file and the choice between two women are the only demands he makes of Cristian. There is only one choice to be made between Veronica or Isabella. Giovanni was supposed to use her, not want her. But her defiance, her shattered pride, her strength whispering in her eyes crawl under his skin. He holds her, first as a means to an end, and then as an obsession. As enemies begin to close in and secrets spill over, Giovanni's want turns cold. But when Cristian finally regretted losing her, he saw the truth too late. Since the woman he abandoned is now under the devil, a non-sharer. ----- “Listen carefully Valasco,” Giovanni said, pacing leisurely. “ I’ll give u two options. 1: You will give me that file and I’ll give u ur girls .” or “ 2: You will choose one woman for me to release, and the other one will be the price of that file.” Giovanni repeated. “I save one. You come for the other later… if she survives.” I shut my eyes tight. Plz, for god’s sake pick me “Choose wisely, husband! Your girl or ur wife” I said nothing. I had no strength to beg, no longer. Cristian swore on the line. “Giovanni, you insane bastard—!” “Choose,” Giovanni snapped. The longest second of my life. I already knew… I already knew who he’d pick. And still I waited-once more pathetically hopeful. “Fine,” Cristian finally said, his voice shaking. “I choose—” -------------- Who’ll be the one Cristian choose? Who’ll be punished? Who’ll be crowned? Who’ll bring that file’s secret out?

Hikari no Kuro (Black of Light) He was born into violence. Trained by sixteen. Forced to kill by seventeen. By eighteen, Kuro did not inherit Tokyo’s underground. He absorbed it, until his silence ruled louder than screams. For twenty years he wore a scar under his eye and blood on his knuckles. His father built a king; Kuro became a monster who believed he deserved no light. Then he vanished. No war. No funeral. Just rain, a battered T9 phone, and a throne he abandoned only after making sure it would not collapse without him. Hikari was never meant to meet him. She has spent her life learning how to disappear: shaking hands, hidden bruises, a breath that catches when men get too close. She does not believe in rescue. Only survival. When violence corners her in a dead-end alley, Kuro sees her. Not a victim, not a ghost, but someone worth pulling back from the edge. Even if the calm he wears stops holding. This is not a love story. It is a covenant written in bone and forty-three seconds of silence, between a woman who believes she is ash..., and the man who knows ash still burns. Because even in the purest light... a shadow always lingers. ! Content warning ! : violence, trauma themes, harassment. Chapter-specific CWs provided.

[Mature Content 18+] These short stories will transport you to a dark romance universe where feelings are intense, raw, and beautifully dangerous. Dive deep into tales of forbidden love, where complex characters are driven by their deepest desires and darkest secrets. Embrace the darkness and let your fantasies come alive with narratives that are as provocative as they are unforgettable. The stories are suitable only for mature readers.

she thought after graduation it’d be boring, like blazers and deadlines and maybe shitty coffee. not… this. not waking up next to someone who could buy a whole city just because he felt like it. fate probably packed its bag, booked a one-way flight, and said “good luck, babe,” because what kind of joke is marrying the man everyone whispers about but no one’s actually seen? he doesn’t talk much. he doesn’t need to. the room bends around him, and somehow she’s the idiot standing there pretending she’s not scared. he’s cold, or that’s what she tells herself, until he’s not. until the smile looks like danger and the touch feels like a threat dressed up as affection. and maybe it’s love. maybe it’s something uglier. maybe it’s both, tangled so tight she can’t tell which is choking her first. either way, there’s no running. not from him. not from what he is. Welcome to Lords of Obsession. Where love doesn't bloom. It bleeds. --- THE HUNTER LORDS OF OBSESSION BOOK ONE

I had a plan: blackmail my terrifyingly powerful boss, Malachai Shaw, into marrying me to get back at my family. He needed a wife to secure his inheritance. I needed a man impressive enough to humiliate my cheating ex. It was a perfect, professional arrangement. Strictly business. Until that kiss in the museum and… everything after.  I accepted that he’s the head of a criminal empire. I don’t care if his family always looks like they’re on their way to a funeral. But why didn’t anyone tell me he’s a demon!?

I never imagined my life would take such an unexpected turn. I always saw myself as an ordinary, discreet, and predictable person. A college student majoring in economics, heir to a large company, trapped in a monotonous routine and the feeling that my future was already mapped out, with nothing that truly made me special. Everything begins when I start helping a few women at college and end up becoming emotionally and sexually involved with them. What starts as simple support quickly turns into intense relationships, filled with desire, excess, and risky choices, pulling me into a world I never imagined I would be part of. While I continue to see myself as just an ordinary guy trying to deal with situations that have spiraled out of control, the people around me seem to see something very different in me.

In a world devastated by an unforgiving apocalypse, Qing Xia struggles against a life filled with despair. Surrounded by the suffocating remnants of society—polluted air, barren land, and the haunted expressions of humanity—he often envies those who have found peace in death, escaping the relentless suffering of existence. Yet, the memory of his family's sacrifice fuels his determination to endure, making him one of the last survivors in a landscape of desolation. But fate has other plans. During a routine mission, Qing Xia’s life abruptly ends, or so he believes. To his shock, he awakens reborn as an idol on the brink of obscurity, a mere shadow in a vibrant world. Eager for a second chance, he seeks solace in a newfound identity, yearning for a life filled with simple pleasures. However, tranquility slips through his fingers as he is thrust into an unexpected chaos—a variety show that pulls him into the heart of danger, where secret agents, ruthless hitmen, and shadowy figures lurk. With every step, the weight of his dreams collides with a reality he never wished to face. As he grapples with relentless uncertainty, Sian realizes that the struggle for peace may lead him deeper into turmoil. In this haunting journey, can he carve out a destiny in a world that seems determined to tear him apart? The winds of fate do not blow as one wishes, and with shadows closing in, every moment counts. ----------------------------

Evelyn Walters was the perfect heiress, until one reckless night with her father’s greatest enemy ruined everything. Pregnant, disgraced, and cast out of the Walters family, she left with nothing but her unborn child. Years later, she's survived. But as a single mother, the life she built was fragile until the man from her past discovered the truth. Now he wants her and his son. But how can Evelyn trust the father of her child... when he's also the enemy of the man who raised her? **** Excerpt: "B-Boss... the woman you slept with that night... she wasn't the supermodel the company just signed," Dylan stammered, his voice trembling. Axel's brow furrowed even further. He tried digging through the hazy, alcohol-soaked memories of that night.  Of course, he remembered the party. He remembered the whiskey. But the woman? Nope. His brain served up a blank slate. "Who was she?" Dylan swallowed. "The first daughter of William Walters." "Cough! Cough!" Axel coughed violently, his face turning red and eyes wide with shock. He never thought that woman would end up in his bed.  --- Curiosity won, as always. Evelyn grabbed the remote and hit the power button. The screen lit up, and her jaw dropped. Her eyes went wide, as if the Grim Reaper himself had just stepped out of the TV to ask for her phone number. “What the…? Why does my personal source of misery pop up the second I turn this thing on?” Because there he was, Axel Knight, gliding out of his luxury car like some corporate deity on his way to a business banquet. Evelyn scrambled for the remote to turn it off, but of course, fate had other plans. Axel turned to the camera and gave a casual wave, acknowledging the paparazzi vultures lined up outside. She hated to admit it, but the man looked sinfully good in his signature black suit and high turtleneck, his sleek black hair framing a face that could stop traffic and quite possibly her breathing. Then, suddenly, her stomach clenched. Her hand instinctively rubbed her flat belly. “Little tenant, did you just say you recognize him?”

How good would it be to live in a game world you loved the most… right after your death? Well, that’s exactly what happened to César in the worst way possible. While fighting cancer on his deathbed, he played a game where he could live as a cartel member, part of the mafia, building his own empire and climbing to the top. But when the time came and he died… he woke up in that exact game. He woke up in Sandria, a world ruled by power, money, and death.

A dark tale of identity, survival, and transformation. Where love becomes obsession, debt is paid in blood, and the only way to survive is to become someone else entirely. Violence, sex work, forced transformation, sexual content, trauma, identity erasure

Warning: Only read, if you have a real appetite for the dark. It’s been six years since Danny and Rain last saw each other. Six years since best friends blurred into almost lovers. Since childhood affection ignited into something reckless, consuming, impossible to name. Then after one glorious night, Danny disappeared. No explanation. No goodbye. Just absence and the wreckage he left behind. Rain rebuilt herself on distance and control, convincing herself the spark had finally burned out. She was wrong. Now Danny is back. Harder. Colder. Hotter. Carrying a past he refuses to explain and a violence that clings to him like a second skin. The boy she loved, the boy who cooked for her is gone , replaced by a man tangled in blood, secrets, and enemies who don’t stay buried. Rain doesn’t just cross paths with him again. She’s pulled into his world. A world of ritualistic killings, whispered threats and blood-curdling violence. Every step closer to Danny drags her further from the life she fought to build , and deeper into a fire she knows will change everything. Their connection reignites fast and furious, desire burning like wildfire. But love isn’t enough to save them from what’s coming. The spark between them was never extinguished. It was only buried. And now it’s about to set everything ablaze. Will the fire consume them both , or will they survive loving each other in a world built to tear them apart? Guaranteed HEA and toe-curling smut;) Excerpt: “ Do you not want me?" I whisper, the question trembling right against his lips. His jaw tightens. His eyes darken. "You don't understand how much I want you," his voice comes out raspy. "How much I want from you." My pulse stumbles. "Then what's stopping you?" I breathe, pushing my chest forward without thinking, nipples tightening under the cool air, awareness pulsing through me. "I'm a greedy man, Rain." He holds my gaze. There's heat there. But there's fear too , both in equal measure. "I will take everything out of you. Everything." His voice carries a dark unmistakable hunger. His hands slide lower, deliberate and possessive. His fingers squeeze my ass hard, then settle there, pulling me closer into the hard line of his hips. "Everything. Until the only thing that remains in you is me." The words land low inside me, hot, aching. My sex throbs in answer, needy, traitorous. "And I will let you," I tell him, voice steady, eyes locked on his. "Only if I get to do the same to you." Silence stretches. His breath skims my cheek. His fingers tightening and then gone. Something flickers across his face hunger, and something I can't begin to understand. And then he looks down in defeat, knowing that he cannot give me what I want. Something fragile cracks between us. Whatever this is looms between us, darkening every moment , a shadow neither of us will name, stretching and stretching until it's all I can feel Contains intense slow-burn heat, emotional angst, and consensual light BDSM. "I'm going to do something," he says, voice low, deliberate, "And I need you to trust me. Do you trust me, Rain?" My mind is drifting somewhere far away — hazy, floating — but my body knows the answer instinctively. Yes. Yes. Yes. I nod slowly. "Yes." "Good," he murmurs against my warm skin. He kisses both my knees one last time, then pushes them up, pinning them tightly against my chest, spreading me completely open for him. Like I'm offering myself to him. His hand slides down, rubbing my pussy in slow, deliberate circles, like he's learning every response and cataloging it . He looks at me — really looks — eyes dark, hungry, ruined. "I'm going to spank you right here," he says, still stroking, like he's soothing me into obedience. "Right where you're swollen for me." All I can do is shiver. "You're going to count," he continues, calm and merciless. "Five."

Elijah's life was… normal. Or as normal as life can be when you’re an exorcist-in-training with a knack for angering the dead and setting the demon on a hunting spree. Admitted to one of the prestigious universities, Eli's goal is to study hard and stay away from trouble. But one bad choice changes everything. Dragged into the clutches of a violent syndicate, Eli made a split-second decision. He grabbed the tattooed young man and pressed a knife to his throat, "Come close and I'll kill him." The gang froze in pure terror. Eli didn't see the faint smirk curling on his hostage's lips. Trying to ease his guilt of dragging the innocent bystander into this mess, Eli agrees to let the “poor, traumatized man” stay with him. But Alexei Vetrov isn’t some helpless victim. He’s the heir to the Russian mafia. And now that he’s gotten a taste of his pretty exorcist’s gentleness? He has no intention of letting Eli go. By the time Eli realized the truth, it was far too late to run. Alexei loomed over him, one hand pinning Eli’s cuffed wrists to the mattress as his knee forced his legs apart. His other hand wandered lower, watching in fascination as flustered Eli squirmed beneath him. His dark eyes gleamed with deranged hunger to possess. "Careful now, Solnyshko... You're going to burn yourself before I've had my fill of you." In that moment, Eli understood. He’d provoked a human far more dangerous than demons. Note- Before You Enter… This story wanders through shadowed streets where the dead linger and the living are no less haunted. It contains dark themes: crime, death, spirits that are not at rest, and a love story wrapped in exorcism and gunshots. Read at your own risk — and welcome to the darkness~ Check out my other novel- Accidentally becoming the healer of deranged Archduke. [Complete ✅]

She hides behind firewalls. He hides behind bullets. When their worlds collide, secrets won’t be the only thing exposed. Raven Voss didn’t ask for this life. She was doing just fine behind her screens—unseen, unbothered, and in control. That is, until Dante Moretti crashed into her world… literally. One second she’s on her way to a job interview. The next, her SUV is totaled, her latte’s on the ceiling, and there’s a man with a helmet and a stare that could burn through steel. He’s trouble. She knows it. But her world was never built for peace—and neither was his. In a city where power comes with blood and love feels like a weakness, Raven is about to find out what it means to be claimed… body, mind, and soul. Dark Romance | Possessive Male Lead | Slow Burn | Hacker x Mafia | Enemies to Lovers | HEA

Dead is dead. Power is power. Everything else is noise. A Gorbals boy builds himself from nothing through Glasgow's criminal underworld—heroin wars, razor gangs, the dirty work that keeps the city running. Discipline over emotion. Strategy over chaos. Control above all else. Some rise. Some fall. Ronan Gallagher only knows one direction, and he doesn't know how to stop. I will be posting this story on RoyalRoad.com

The White Tiger Gang was the biggest and most feared group in the country, clawing its way from the bottom to the top all because of a single individual, Maximus Darn. Reaching the Peak, he found nothing he couldn’t have. One day, though, he lost it all. Betrayed from the inside, remembering the last few words: “Money rules all.” In death, Maximus finds he has been given a second chance, but not in his own body, but in the body of a young man named Max Stern. “Wait, the Stern Family!!” Now, he was the heir to the wealthiest family in the country, the Stern Family. With his newfound wealth, he was given a whole new life, but living in the Stern family wasn’t the easy life one would expect. “Spoiled brats, Wealthy snobs trying to one-up me. You have no idea where I’ve come from. I’ll show you all, what happens when you mess with White Tiger.” Follow Maxmius as he builds a New empire using his wealth, and faces the very Gang, he created.