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Regression: I Claim Everything

First enjoy all the free chapters like a proper connoisseur before you even think of continuing or quitting! Add this masterpiece to your library right now, without overthinking like a confused movie hero in the interval scene. Trust me, the moment you dive into these pages, you won’t feel regret — only a growing addiction stronger than late-night street food cravings. Soon you yourself will stand up like a proud witness and praise the charm, the drama, the emotions… and of course, the stunning beauties hidden within the story. So don’t delay, don’t play hard to get — just start reading and let the full cinematic magic unfold. And when you realise how irresistible it is… remember this evil laughter echoing in the background — Bwahahahaha “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 · 32.1k Views

His innocent wife is a dangerous hacker.

"You think you can handle my world, Bella?" Leo growled, his eyes blazing with a dangerous intensity as he cornered her. "Once you're in, there’s no way out. I’ll destroy everything you are." Isabella’s breath caught, but she didn’t back down. Her voice was soft but unwavering as she whispered, “Maybe I’m not as fragile as you think. Maybe I want to be destroyed by you.” Leo’s hand gripped her chin, tilting her face up to meet his. “You have no idea what you’re asking for,” he warned, his tone dark and possessive. “I’ll take everything—your innocence, your light. You’ll be mine, completely.” She leaned in closer, her lips barely an inch from his. “Then take it, Leo. Take all of me.” ✧・゚: *✧・゚:* Isabella was beautiful and innocent, with a kind heart and a true desire to help others. Her innocence wasn't because she was naive, but because she chose to see the good in the world, even when she knew about its darker sides. She was quiet, preferring to stay behind the scenes, but when it came to hacking, she was fearless. Her mind worked like a supercomputer, able to break into any system with ease. Leonardo Moretti was the dangerous mafia boss everyone was warned to stay away from. He was cold, ruthless, and didn't seem to care about anything. But everything changed when he found himself unexpectedly married to Isabella, a woman who seemed innocent and weak. What would happen when Leonardo discovered that his new wife was not just any woman, but a super hacker? ⚠️ WARNING ⚠️ - Mature Themes - He Fell First and Harder - 18+ Content - Mafia World - Weak to Strong - Slow burn
dYdairy_002 · 1.6m Views

Sold to the DEVIL

SOLD TO THE DEVIL Daniella Montenegro has spent her entire life paying for sins that were never hers. Her mother’s death. Her father’s failures. Her brother’s reckless choices. At twenty, she dances under neon lights each night just to keep food on the table for a family that has never protected her in return. When the man she was meant to marry disappears on their wedding day, Daniella believes humiliation is the worst fate waiting for her. She is wrong. By nightfall, her father’s gambling debts come due, and desperate men make desperate bargains. To settle what he owes, he offers the only thing he has left of value. His daughter. Blindfolded and delivered like payment, Daniella is taken to the secluded estate of Santiago Torres Mendoza, a man whispered about in business circles and feared everywhere else. Powerful, controlled, and mercilessly private, Santiago is not a man who explains his decisions, only enforces them. Daniella arrives with nothing: no freedom, no allies, and no way to escape. And she carries a secret of her own. Two months pregnant with a child whose father she cannot name, she is forced to sign a contract that claims her body, her future, and her unborn child. Survival becomes her only goal as she is pulled into Santiago’s dangerous world of luxury negotiations, shadowed alliances, and corruption powerful enough to erase lives without consequence. But everything changes the moment Santiago truly looks at her. Because Daniella Montenegro has her mother’s face, the face of the woman he lost twenty-three years ago. A woman whose disappearance left wounds that time never healed and secrets buried deep enough to destroy empires. What begins as a transaction becomes a fragile and dangerous alliance. As enemies close in and the truth about Daniella’s past begins to surface, Santiago finds himself protecting the one person he was never meant to care about, while Daniella discovers that the most terrifying prison is not the contract that binds her, but the man whose darkness may be the only thing keeping her alive. In a world ruled by power, loyalty, and betrayal, the greatest threat is not the devil who bought her… But the woman who refuses to belong to anyone.
Kim_Li_0078 · 17.8k Views

Between My Thighs

DARK ROMANCE DISCLAIMER! This story features a male lead who is far from a gentleman. His love is obsessive, manipulative, possessive, and all-consuming. If you are looking for a fairytale, this isn’t it. As a Mafia romance, this story involves criminal elements and morally grey (or black) actions. You may find certain themes or behaviors difficult; if these tropes are not to your taste, I kindly suggest you skip this one. Includes super explicit steamy scenes (which will be marked with warnings). I welcome constructive critiques, but please keep the comment section respectful. R18 | Reader discretion is heavily advised. Proceed only if you enjoy pure, manipulative dark romance. ~~~~~~ I loathed those dark eyes. Not a day or night passed without them haunting me like restless ghosts on a rampage. Even as I stood there defiantly glaring at him, they seemed to bore into my mind, body, and soul. I hated them. I despised them. "You spoke out of turn, sweetheart." His infuriatingly deep voice shattered the flame igniting in my body. "I don't want you kneeling. I want you standing exactly like this... angry, defiant, and unbroken. So you understand that even at your strongest... you're still mine." "And if I don't want to be? Will you destroy me?" Defiant was my middle name, and I would live up to it or die trying. "That doesn't scare me." A slow smile I knew all too well touched his mouth, but it did not unnerve me one bit. I had seen too much of his ruthlessness to be deterred by that dark, devoted, yet terrifying smirk. "I would destroy the world first. But if it came to you?" He leaned in, his words brushing my ear like a promise and a threat intertwined. "I'd ruin you... and call it mercy." ***** For three years, Isabella was married to one of the richest men in America. But their marriage was anything but loving; to be precise, it was a contract. When the time finally came to an end, she walked away exactly as the agreement demanded. Gabriel Smith let her go, certain that the "little Isabella" he knew had nowhere else to turn. He expected her to come crawling back the moment she faced the cruelty of the real world, a decision that would become his greatest regret. Instead, Isabella disappeared back into a past Gabriel knew nothing about, leaving him to now chase her, but only to find her in another man's arms.
GraceDaniels · 3.2k Views

The Trident's Obsession: Claimed By Three

[Warning: R18+ Content] I thought I was going to die. So I chose to be remembered. One night. One drink. One sin I could never take back. But the men I met at the bar weren’t strangers. They were The Trident… three ruthless heirs of the Corvanni Dynasty, the most feared mafia bloodline alive. Draven. Silent, merciless, a predator cloaked in shadows. Lucian. Calculative, hauntingly beautiful, a devil with a silver tongue. And Azriel. Wild, reckless, dangerously addictive. They don’t ask. They take. And now they want me… completely. Their obsession burns hotter than their empire. Their touch is forbidden, but I can’t resist. Because the deeper I fall, the clearer it becomes… I’m not just their desire. I’m their ruin. Excerpt ********** “Run if you want, Jade.” The nickname rolled off Lucian’s tongue like a promise and a threat, one no one had ever dared call me before. My breath hitched, legs trembling, but before I could take a step, Draven’s hand closed around my wrist… iron, unyielding. “You think you can walk away after tasting us?” His voice was quiet, deadly, sending shivers straight to my core. Azriel leaned in from behind, his lips brushing the shell of my ear as his laughter burned through me. “Sweetheart, we don’t chase what’s already ours. And you, little Jade…” his teeth grazed my skin, “…you belong to the Trident now.” Azriel’s fingers tilted my chin up, his grin sinful, dangerous, carved just for me. “Tell me, Jade,” he purred, voice thick with lust, “what do you want?” Heat scorched my skin, my lips parting, but no words came. My body betrayed me, trembling against the wall of Draven’s chest while Lucian’s hand traced lazy circles on my thigh, teasing, tormenting. Azriel’s laugh was low, filthy. “No, sweetheart. Don’t just tremble for us. Say it.” His thumb brushed my lower lip, slow, taunting. “Say what you want. Say you want our hands, our mouths, our cocks… say it, and I’ll give you everything.” Draven’s breath was at my neck, steady, lethal. “Careful,” he murmured, “once you speak it aloud, there’s no going back.” Lucian’s whisper slid against my ear, silken poison. “And when you do, Jade, you’ll never remember what it felt like to be untouched.” My mouth opened before my brain could reason… “I want you,” I whispered. Draven’s hand tightened, Lucian’s eyes darkened, Azriel laughed as if the world had finally given him his prize. Three bodies pressed in, heat and danger wrapping me like a cage I couldn’t escape. Didn’t want to escape. My heart screamed to run, but my body whispered the truth. I wanted them… All of them. ********** Three men. One woman. A love story carved in blood and obsession.
Nyx_Rae · 66.8k Views