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The Dragon's Aegis

{Warning: R18, erotica, smut, intense intimate scene, harem} In the glittering world of the super-elite, some cages are made of gold, and some souls are sold for a signature. To the powerful Hayasaka family, Haruki Nakano was a convenient tool—a husband with no name, no power, and no ambition. For a year, he was their silent servant, a ghost in their halls who absorbed their cruelty without a word, his eyes a placid, unreadable void. They saw him as worthless, a necessary evil to be hidden and ignored. They never thought to ask what lay behind that silence. They never wondered about the weight in his cold, empty gaze. It was the weight of a crown. It took an act of unforgivable cruelty—the sacrifice of an innocent to a monster for a business deal—to finally awaken the power he had kept chained. In that moment, the servant died, and the king rose. From the quiet corners of a dining room to the heart of a corporate boardroom, watch as the world is turned upside down. The family's vast empire crumbles in a single hour. And the servant they tormented reveals himself to be the one man on Earth they should have never, ever crossed: Haruki Shinonome, the young sovereign of a shadow dynasty so powerful it treats nations like pieces on a chessboard. With his tormentors kneeling at his feet, Haruki's true story begins. He is a king who must reclaim his throne, a master who must discipline his new pet, and a man who must reunite the scattered pillars of his world: the brilliant, dangerous, and fiercely loyal Queens who have been waiting for his return. This is a story of how a man, stripped of everything, reclaims his world. It’s a story of a family forged in the fires of rebellion and sacrifice. And it asks one question: When you have the power to unmake your enemies, what do you choose to build in their place? If you are on royalroad or scribblehub. You support my story their also.
Rayne_Avery · 6.2k Views

Top Assassins Call Me The Lady Boss

WARNING: MATURE CONTENT!Ahmet's laughter was like a slap in the face. "You think you're in a position to negotiate with me?" he sneered. "I don't think so, Asli. You'll do what I say, or suffer the consequences. Do you want more time to outsmart me? No.” She could play his game. She certainly could do that before she finally killed him. A mischievous grin formed on her lips. "What would you gain from sleeping with me?" she asked, trying to keep her tone neutral. "You're not exactly known for your romantic conquests. And we're rivals, not to mention the fact that our families would kill us if they found out." She paused, her eyes narrowing. "So, what's the real motive here? What could you possibly gain from this?" There was a pause on the other end of the line, and for a moment, Asli wondered if she had caught him off guard. But then, Ahmet's smooth voice came back, dripping with confidence. "I’m glad to know you are well-informed about my romantic conquests. Let's just say, Asli, that I have my reasons. And as for what I'd gain… well, that's for me to know and you to find out." His tone sent a shiver down her spine, and she knew she had to tread carefully. She wasn’t going to win this against him. “Show me what proof you have and I will give in to your demands.” With that, she hung up the call, feeling a small sense of satisfaction at being the one to end the conversation this time. She was the only woman in the male-dominated Mafia world. Did he think he could subdue her so easily?
Chrissie_Swift · 383.4k Views

What Still Burns Between Us

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."
Davina33 · 35.8k Views

Divorce? Fine! The Frail Wife is Actually a Yakuza Boss

ALL CHAPTERS HAS BEEN RERWRITTEN(1-15-2026) "Hanae, let’s be honest. You’re too plain. You’re boring. Emi is fragile and needs me, but you? You’re sturdy enough to survive on your own." On their wedding day, Kenji didn’t just break Hanae’s heart—he humiliated her in front of all of Neo-Tokyo, leaving her at the altar for her manipulative, "sickly" stepsister. Everyone expected the gentle, soft-spoken Hanae to cry. They expected her to beg. Instead, she sighed. "You’re right, Kenji. I am sturdy." RIIIP. With a single motion, Hanae tore the silk wedding dress from her body, revealing not the soft skin of a housewife, but rock-hard muscles, scars from a thousand battles, and the terrifying dragon tattoo of the "Asura"—the legendary, retired heir of the Kurosawa Yakuza Clan. For six years, Hanae starved herself, wore baggy clothes, and pretended to be weak just to fit Kenji’s ideal of a "delicate wife." Now, the act is over. The Dragon has woken up. Step 1: Beat up the ex-husband’s bodyguards in high heels. Step 2: Sign a contract marriage with Ryuuji, the dangerous "Demon King" of the rival syndicate. Step 3: Remind the entire underworld why they used to fear her name. When Kenji realizes that his "useless" wife was actually the mastermind behind his success—and the only woman capable of protecting him—he comes crawling back on his knees, weeping for forgiveness. Hanae looks down at him, cracking her knuckles with a smile that promises violence. "Forgive you? Sorry, my husband gets jealous when I play with trash."
rnzu_akrn · 15.7k Views

Suspect: Ceo Ji-hoon [OMEGAVERSE BL]

DISCLAIMER: STRICTLY WRITTEN FOR ADULT READERS IN MIND. SOME SCENES CONTAIN VIOLENCE AND SEXUAL ACTIVITY. “Sit here. Right on this desk.” Ceo Ji-hoon instructs his new secretary. Mikaela already knew Ceo Ji-hoon was a pervert, but nothing would have prepared him for what happened next... Mikaela Reeves is a well trained Special Forces lone-agent skilled in stealth and combat. With ethereal features and a codename: Angel, he wants nothing more but to be taken seriously by his peers and recognised by his achievements, not his looks. But when the Director-General sends him on a long-term undercover mission as a secretary to the CEO of a top automotive company that has ties to a criminal cult-like mafia group. alongside bee sounding intelligence aid, he struggles to adapt and lay low. CEO Jang Ji-hoon is a dominant alpha, Head of the Jang Dynasty and currently a Suspect of an alleged crime of sponsoring the human trafficking ring that exploits young, (mostly Omega) male and female adults that Guild Of Blood and Bones is operating. The exploitation of omegas infuriates Mikaela for many reasons, one of which is that he is secretly an Omega himself. He knows that justice for the victims rests on his ability to complete the mission. Yet the alluring scent and the mysterious danger of his new boss distract him so much. Being an Omega himself, he can't help but be excited. Will he be able to persevere against his own biological urge to be dominated by this Powerful, Older man to prove he is more than the average omega or will he fall into temptation, fail the victims as well as disappoint The Special Forces Unit and himself.
CrystalThomas · 3.7k Views