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Regression: I Claim Everything

“What the hell—?!” Arahan jolted awake. This wasn’t his room. This wasn’t his body. Just hours ago, he had been a 30-year-old professor—one of the youngest lecturers in a prestigious college. An orphan who built everything from nothing. At twenty-five, he had already achieved what many couldn’t in a lifetime. A stable career. Respect. Wealth. A wedding with a beautiful bride from a good family. For once, life had finally begun to smile at him. And then, a drunk rich brat speeding his Thar at 220 km/h from the wrong side of the road. A flash of headlights. A scream of metal. Darkness. Arahan died on the roadside like a stray animal. And the worst part? He knew the culprit would never be punished. Money would bury the case. Power would twist the law. Justice was a luxury for the poor. But what hurt even more was not the injustice. It was a regret. He had lived responsibly. Too responsible. He never dated. Never partied. Never had Sex. Never travelled. Never loved recklessly. Never indulged. He chased stability. He chased respect. He chased a “good future.” And died before he could live. A virgin. A man who never tasted freedom. A man who never claimed what he desired. A man who never enjoyed the forbidden pleasure. But fate was not finished with him. When Arahan opened his eyes again— He was back. This time, he won’t live cautiously. This time, he won’t let power crush him. This time, he won’t die powerless. Wealth. Influence. Pleasure. Revenge. In this life, Arahan will claim everything.
Cultivator_Arahan · 13.8k Views

HP: What, You've Never Seen a Symbiote at Hogwarts?

[Male Protagonist] [Venom] [Symbiote Family] [Ghost Rider] [Suspended Ring] [AllSpark] [Death Note] [Slice of Life] [Monogamy] [Peaky Blinders Character Setting—No Canon Plot] Standing before you are: The Minister for Magic of Britain, Hermione Granger. Chief Manager of the Gringotts Main Branch, Gemma Farley. President of the International Confederation of Wizards, Theodore Shelby. High Priest of Egyptian Funerary Rites, Ramos Timayat. Chairman of the Sacred Twenty-Eight Council, Draco Malfoy. Head of the International Auror Office, Neville Longbottom. Secret supporters of the Shelby family: Gellert Grindelwald and Tom Riddle. They are refined, selfish, arrogant, and narcissistic. They are cunning actors, masters of manipulation in the game of power, wealth, and fame. They control elections, play both sides, and rule the world from the shadows. They are Slytherins. They are the Shelby inner circle. They are the true rulers of this world. They pledge loyalty to violence, dictatorship, madness, and glory— To the Chief Warlock of the Wizengamot, Tiger Shelby! BANG! “I declare you—guilty!” Criminal: Bloody hell, you haven’t even held a trial yet!!! Tiger: Is it really necessary? Ps: Kids grow up, and so do gangsters in suits. Early chapters: pure gangster style; later: gangsters in suits. Full-on mafia vibes, explicit language directly translated into English—thanks for your support! Also known as: “The Proud Godfather and His Sweetheart’s Hogwarts Chronicles”
YueQiu · 617.7k Views

The Mafia King’s Hacker Bride

**Mass release on the 2nd, 16th, and 30th of every month.** "You really think you can just hide forever? From them? From me?" "Do you really think we can be together?" she whispered, her voice rougher than she meant. "No. We can't. It just won't work." Zayden tilted his head, his thumb brushing against the frantic pulse under her jaw. "Why?" His voice dropped low, dangerously smooth. "Why can't we make this work, huh?" She swallowed, the movement making her throat press harder against his hand. "Don't forget, You're----" “Say you love me…. Or I’ll fvck that stubbornness right out of you. Bend you over this desk, and make you scream my name until you forget your own." Aylin's face turned beet red. She pushed against his chest forcefully. He didn't move an inch. ***** Aylin Monroe Alston is a brilliant hacker and martial artist with Turkish roots. She can change her identity and her looks as easily as changing clothes. Always staying a step ahead of death, she had been on the run until she crashed into him. Zayden Cole Virelli is a billionaire leading a double life. On one side, he is a successful businessman; on the other, he is a powerful mafia king. Women don’t exist in his world until a runaway hacker crashes into him, capturing his thoughts and refusing to leave his mind. A collision in a dark forest leads to one lie he told and one secret she kept. Now, the most feared man alive wants her, while the woman who can bring down empires with just her keyboard wants nothing to do with him. He’s possessive, she’s untouchable, and they’re both liars. Two worlds collided: a hacker who can take down empires and the mafia king who won’t let her go. Can their love make it through the mess they're about to create, or will one of them get hurt first? ⚠️WARNING!!!! - Mature Themes - He Fell First and Harder - Mafia World - Weak to Strong - Slow burn
Balishba · 194.7k Views

My father sold me to the Mafia King

[Warning: This story contains explicit adult content and dark romance themes. It features a strong female lead and a dominant male lead. Expect dangerous plot twists ahead.] slow burn I'm Julie Michael I went with my father to a luxurious restaurant in New York, but I never left with him. On a lower floor of a world that doesn’t exist on any map, I discovered the truth: I wasn’t abandoned by accident. I was sold to Robert Cross, a billionaire who buys people for the joy of breaking them. But I refuse to break under his hands. In Robert Cross’s world, everything has a price tag. I was his most expensive purchase, and I intend to be his most dangerous mistake. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~ - "You bought my body, but you will not buy my submission," Julie spat. Robert leaned in, his voice a dark hiss: "Commodities don't need to like their masters, Julie... It’s enough that I took a liking to you and bought you, sweetheart." ______________ Julie stomped the floor with her foot, and agitation was clear in the tone of her voice, which rose slightly as she pointed at my face: "You ran your thumb over your lip! You're hinting to me... hinting that I kissed you!" My composure didn't budge; instead, I tilted my head to the side and looked at her with a gaze shrouded in mischief, then said with utter simplicity: "And what is the problem with that? It was just a kiss." -------------------- She waved her hand with bitter irony: "Are you the one who's going to protect me from him?" I nodded, confirming: "Yes." A low growl escaped her, and she said: "You are worse than him." Then I asked her in a confident tone that made her cheeks burn: "Then why were you burying your face in my chest, with your fingers digging into my shirt?" Adult content only Dark Romance Twisted
Z_Hira · 102.9k Views

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. An engagement clause with my name on it, signed eight weeks ago without my knowledge. My father couldn’t look at me. Cole Ashford couldn’t stop looking. Cole is the CEO of Palisade and leader of the 303. He bought my father’s debt in one night. He told him the clause was worthless before the ink dried—and let him sign it anyway. He knows my lease, my coffee, my life. 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 wanted to burn the part of me that responded. I built Treeline from three years of tips and a lease in Union Station. Now I’m discovering the ground beneath it was his before I laid the first brick—engineered by a man who doesn’t take what he wants. He builds a world where what he wants walks in on its own. But 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.
MoonCow · 5.8k Views

Undressed By The Mafia God

Warning: Heavy sexual content and a fucked up male lead. Throw morally grey out the window. Excerpt: "Do you trust me?" His hand drifted to her neck. If he had asked her to walk into the fire with him right then, to tumble willingly into chaos, she would have said yes without hesitation. Her entire body shivered as she nodded, heart hammering, her pulse a wild drum against her ribs. "Always use your words, Bambola. Do you trust me?" he asked again. "Yes…yes…" Her back arched against him instinctively, skin flushed and glistening, every nerve screaming, every muscle taut and alive. Luca's other hand tightened at her neck, squeezing until she gasped for breath. The sensation was exquisite and terrifying, every nerve ending alight as he manipulated the fine line between restriction and pleasure. Vee squeezed her eyes shut, nails digging into his arm as she clung to him, her breath rattling in her chest. He sensed her reaching the edge and drove her closer, the hand at her neck tightening harder. "Luc…" she choked out, a fragmented plea that shattered as her body convulsed, releasing a hot, desperate wave against his fingers and the rug beneath them. 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. From the author that brought you: 1. Defying The Rogue Alpha 2. The Vampire's Luna 3. Undressed By His Arrogance
JoyceOrtsen · 227.4k Views

The Ghost of the Volkov Empire

I arrived in the Volkov Empire like a shadow slipping through walls. Footprints erased before they could dry. A blank file where a history should be. Nothing but a blade of deceit meant to cut through the strongest crime syndicate in the city. Rafe Volkov leads the Commission not through shouts or threats but through an unshakable calm that bends others by presence alone. His word shapes the rules. His silence enforces them. Foolish of him not to catch on right away. That was my belief anyway. I told him my brother vanished into the hands of traffickers. I told him justice was all I wanted. Every word a blade. Every tear a strategy. Truth was something I kept from him completely. My hands ended my brother’s life. And one by one using Rafe’s power the witnesses are vanishing into silence. Yet the deadliest Alpha in the city never rose without seeing every shadow. His gaze shifted. Not a word came. Just stillness until recognition settled like dust in light. Not the ghost. The architect. She built walls high enough to keep out every threat except him. He steps past defenses without asking why they exist. His gaze lands on truths others avoid. And when he learns everything he stays. The Ghost of the Volkov Empire is a dark mafia romance where loyalty twists like smoke and love is the most dangerous weapon of all. Dark Mafia Romance. Slow Burn. Morally Grey Heroine. Ruthless Alpha. Psychological Tension. Pack Law Politics. 18+ The empire has rules. Every one she touched turned to dust. He watched her do it. Now what?​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​
Cute_Kingsley · 3k Views