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Rise of the Cuck Hero-Netorase-NTR

Arthur Webb was born with the most shameful bloodline in the kingdom. In Luminara, where bloodline is everything, the Webbs are known as "a family of whores." Every member converts sexual energy into magical power a gift the angel-worshipping society considers taboo. At eighteen, Arthur enters Aurelius Royal Academy carrying that stigma like a target on his back. His bloodline ability? The Mark. Arthur can place magical tattoos on women, where the marks are based on woman's deepest sexual nature. Each design is unique and tailor to each woman binding them to Arthur. When a marked woman sleeps with someone else, she absorbs their spiritual essence. The power stays locked inside her until Arthur himself makes her climax, forcing him to reclaim what's his after every encounter. At the academy, Arthur is sorted into House Watchers the lowest and most despised house. Nobles mock him. Rivals target him. His family's exile to the kingdom's war-torn border hangs over him like a sentence he didn't earn. But Arthur isn't the passive victim they expect. He's a wolf in sheep clothing. From his devoted maid Mira to his shy-full exhibitionist Amy, and his MILF professor Robin. Each woman becomes a piece on his board, generating power through carefully arranged encounters while Arthur pulls the strings from the shadows. In a world that calls his gift a curse, Arthur will prove that the most shameful bloodline in the kingdom can become the most dangerous. Author Note: Patreon.com/Lord_Cuckles for Advanced Chapters Tags: Netorase | Netorare | NTR | Cuckold | Harem | Academy | Fantasy | Master/Slave | MILF | Exhibitionism | Voyeurism | Queen of Spades | BBC | Marking | Tattoos | Body Writing | Maid | Creampie | Ahegao | Stockings | R18+ | Adult | Power Fantasy | Weak to Strong | Cultivation | Magic | Politics | Revenge | Cuck | Sharing | Femdom | Slight Humiliation | Demons | Demi-Humans | Netori Author Note: I've noticed a lack of Netorase/Cuck-style long-form novels, so I thought I'd try my hand at it. Do note this doesn't follow the typical cuck kink, as I actually give the MC real reasoning for his lifestyle not just some system that say do it or die hahaha. He's a proper MC-level character.
TabooQuill · 663k Views

His Secret Slave to Scandalous Queen

Excerpt... Henry’s hand shot out, closing around her arm, firmly enough that her breath caught. “Stay…” He stood beside her, close enough that she could feel him without touching him. “I…” Livia’s voice broke before it found strength. “I didn’t flee.” She still would not fully look at him. Her eyes remained on Bella. “This is not my fault,” she whispered. “No,” Henry said at once. “It isn’t.” He looked away, then back at her. “Do you love him, Livia?” “Please,” she cried. “Stop calling me that.” “Do you love him?” he asked. “Yes,” she said. “So soon after me?” he asked. “I thought we…” He stopped. “I assumed you…” “That I what?” Livia asked, her voice trembling. “That I loved you? Henry…” she began then she caught herself. “Your Highness. I did seek solace in your arms... Yes. I will not lie about that. I wanted you. I trusted you. In a sea of sharks and wolves, you were the safest thing I could find.” Her eyes filled again. “You made me feel as though I could breathe. Turns out, you are no better.” “Why?” Henry asked quietly. “Because I am the king?” “Because you lied to me. You let me trust a man who did not exist.” “I existed.” “Henry the merchant existed because you created him.” “For good reasons, I had to keep my identity hidden,” Henry said. “The king moving around London without security,” he continued, “what do you think would happen?” “You speak as though I was asking you to announce yourself in the middle of Cheapside with trumpets and a crown. It doesn’t matter anymore,” Livia said, looking away from him. “I am getting married.” “Yes,” Henry said, the word leaving him like a blade drawn from flesh. “To my best friend. Did you tell him?” Henry asked. Livia’s brows drew together. “Tell him what?” “That I fucked you. Did you tell him I was your first? Did you tell him you once trusted me? That you once promised yourself to me because you thought I was the safest thing in your miserable world?” “That is not fair.” “Then tell me is it fair that Richard gets to call you his intended while I stand here pretending I do not know the sound of your moan? Is it fair that he holds your hand while I cannot even say your name without ruining you?” “Please stop.” “Did you tell him,” Henry pressed, unable to stop himself now, “that you were mine before you were ever his?” “How could I?” she asked, the words breaking. “I did not even know who you were.” “Then let me ask you this,” he said, leaning down just a little, his lips a hair’s breath from hers. “Has he fucked you? Has he touched what is mine?” ..... Sold into slavery and trapped in the brutal underworld of London, Livia Valenti is placed on the auction block. She makes a desperate choice and places her fate in the hands of the mysterious man who once caught her stealing. She does not know he is the King of England. Then comes Richard, Duke of Kingsmere willing to offer Livia the one thing Henry cannot easily give her— a future outside the shadows. Caught between the king who awakened her heart and the duke who may be her safest escape, Livia is pulled into a dangerous court. Livia becomes Diana Bellamy, the woman another man intends to wed, King Henry must decide how far a king can go before love becomes scandal, obsession, and war. From the author who brought you: 1. Undressed by the mafia God 2. Undressed by his arrogance 3. The Vampire's Luna
JoyceOrtsen · 302.2k Views

The Possessive Lord's Contract Wife

Eloise’s hand trembled as Damien closed the distance between them. “You know too much,” he said, his voice low yet threatening. “Then give me reason to keep your secret,” Eloise replied, her chin lifting with defiance. She had nothing to lose now with her father gone. Damien’s gaze softened, just enough to keep her confidence alive. “Be mine, Eloise. Only then will both our futures remain intact,” he accepted the proposal. *** Upon her bedridden father’s request, Eloise Wilkins travels to town to stay with her uncle’s family for the season. Whilst Elosie enjoys her stay, she is unaware of her uncle’s plans to steal the money her father has set aside for her to inherit after his death. One fateful night at a ball brings a shocking revelation about her father’s death, and the culprit behind it is someone she least expected. Before her uncle seals her fate, Eloise stumbles into a childhood friend whom she proposes to using a secret he needs to remain hidden to force him accept her offer. With the help of her new husband, could Eloise expose the truth behind her father’s death? … After a reunion with his childhood love, Damien Hawthorne does the unexpected and gets married to the ever-so-cheerful Eloise Wilkins. Damien uses his power to help Eloise expose her family’s deeds and reclaim what belongs to her. Given a second chance with Eloise, Damien doesn’t intend to let her slip between his fingers again.
Violet_167 · 393.5k Views

The Pawn Who Said Yes

Lucia Watts was once the golden daughter of Tomasso City, born into an illustrious family, raised in love, and destined for brilliance. But at seventeen, she made one fatal mistake: she brought a stranger named Anna Smith into her home. That mistake destroyed everything. Betrayed by the woman she trusted, Lucia’s father was framed and sentenced to life imprisonment. Her family collapsed overnight. Her father died under the wheels of oncoming traffic. Her mother lost her sanity. The hospital that carried her family’s name was stolen. Lucia died that day. And Emma Wilson was born. Four years later, Emma returns as the elegant and untouchable director of a Swiss cosmetics empire. Beautiful, ruthless, and patient, she has only one purpose: to drag Anna Smith and everyone who helped her into hell. Her path of revenge leads her straight to Ricard Anderson, Anna’s fiancé, a powerful CEO, and the perfect weapon. Lucia approaches him knowingly, seduces him deliberately and lets him fall in love with her step by step. She uses his desire, his influence, and his devotion as pieces on her chessboard. Ricard knows the truth. He knows she is using him. He knows her love is a lie. And yet, he chooses to stay. “I know I’m just a pawn,” he says. “But I’m willing.” As secrets are exposed, traps are set and blood debts are repaid, love becomes the most dangerous variable. Lucia wins her revenge but at the cost of everything else. Because some love stories are never meant to be saved. And some women choose revenge over redemption. ... Umee say that: Hi there! First of all, thank you for the interest and for the enthusiasm. Truly. Every time I open my comments and see new invitations to add Discord, buy promotion packages, commission comic adaptations, or “have a quick chat,” I’m reminded that my story has somehow wandered into a very busy marketplace. That said, I should probably set expectations gently before anyone invests too much energy. I’m not looking for promotion services, paid advertising or commissioned artwork. Not because they’re bad ideas, just because they’re not ideas I currently need. I don’t have the budget, the urgency or the illusion that my story is secretly one step away from becoming the next global phenomenon. I’m very aware of where my work stands. It’s doing okay. Respectably okay. Not “adapt-everything-immediately” okay. My passion for writing exists but it hasn’t reached the stage where common sense quietly exits the room. I promise I’m not underestimating myself, I’m simply being realistic, which is a personality trait I’ve grown quite attached to. Another small but important thing: I’m not really interested in chatting, exchanging ideas, networking, or building creative alliances in private messages. I write best when left alone. I think best when no one is pitching anything to me. And I function best when my inbox is not screaming for attention. So if I don’t reply, please know it’s not personal, it’s just me choosing silence over small talk. That being said, if you’re genuinely curious about me rather than what I can potentially become or produce, if you want to see my everyday life, random thoughts, quiet moments and the unmarketable parts of my existence, I do have my Instagram linked in my bio. You’re welcome to follow it. No proposals required. No introductions needed. Just observation, at your own pace. I truly wish you the best with your creative work, your art, your promotions, and your ambitions. Creating something and trying to get it seen is hard, I respect that deeply. I just prefer to walk my path slowly, quietly, and without turning every interaction into a business opportunity. Thank you for understanding, for stopping by, and for letting me return peacefully to my writing corner, where the only thing I’m selling is words.
Umee_uuuuuuw · 32.9k Views

BROKEN CIRCUIT

Vael Dusk arrived in Kuala Lumpur with forty-three dollars, a duffel bag, and two years worth of running behind him. He wasn't looking for a fight. He was looking for enough money to disappear — somewhere cold, somewhere quiet, somewhere the dead couldn't find him. He'd left the Army with a discharge paper that said *cleared* and a head that said otherwise. Four men were buried because of a call he made. He'd been paying for it ever since in the only currency he had left — movement. Never stop. Never sit still. Never let the quiet catch up. The quiet caught up anyway. It always does. One night in The Pit — Kuala Lumpur's most brutal underground fight ring — changed everything. Vael won. Not cleanly. Not carefully. He won the way a man wins when he has nothing left to protect, which is the most dangerous way there is. Victor Shen was watching from the shadows. Victor Shen is always watching. What follows is a descent. Through the underground circuit of Southeast Asia — Bangkok, Jakarta, Manila, back to KL — where fighters are assets, loyalty is a leash, and the only way out is through. Vael will rise through ranks built on blood and debt and silence. He will find Raza, who sees what he is and trains him anyway. He will find Danny, who looks up to him with the specific trust of someone too young to know better. He will find Mei Lin — Victor's own niece, dismantling the empire from inside it, the one person in this world who looks at Vael and sees past the veil to whatever lives underneath. He will lose them. Not all of them. But enough. Enough to break something in him that was already cracked. Enough to turn the hidden thing loose. This is not a story about a fighter who becomes a champion. It's a story about a man who carries a demon he can barely control, in a world that will do everything it can to make him stop trying. *Some men enter the circuit looking for money.* *Some enter looking for glory.* *Vael Dusk entered looking for nothing.* *That made him the most dangerous man in the room.*
Son_Goku_4885 · 22.2k Views

God Devouring Abomination

Fenrir Endarth was an orphan with a compassionate heart, a quiet life, and a dream of spending his future with the woman he loved. That dream ended on his twenty-first birthday. During his college graduation, Fenrir was publicly betrayed by his girlfriend, who left him for a wealthier man. In front of his friends, classmates, and everyone he knew, he was humiliated, mocked, and beaten nearly to death by her new boyfriend before being discarded in a dark alley like worthless refuse. As darkness consumed him, something awakened. A mysterious System known as OBLIVION activated within his soul, triggering the awakening of an ancient bloodline hidden within him since birth. The process was beyond agony. His body was destroyed and rebuilt. His appearance changed, becoming unnaturally handsome and imposing. His personality hardened, transforming the trusting young man into someone colder, sharper, and far more dangerous. Yet despite the hatred burning within him, Fenrir refused to become a villain. He would protect those who deserved it. Destroy those who betrayed him. And exact revenge on those who ruined his life. Soon, Fenrir discovers a truth hidden from humanity. The modern world is merely a facade concealing a vast supernatural universe inhabited by gods, angels, demons, titans, vampires, witches, werewolves, and countless other races. To ordinary people, they are myths. In reality, they rule from the shadows. And every one of them fears a single race. The God Devourers. Ancient predators capable of hunting gods, devouring powerful beings, and evolving without limit. They possessed many beast forms, but among them all, the legendary Wolf Form was the strongest. Long ago, the heavens united to eradicate them. Now Fenrir is the last pure-blooded God Devourer alive. But the truth is far more terrifying. Hidden beneath his God Devourer bloodline lies an unknown dragon bloodline that has never appeared in any record. Dragons—the only race ever capable of rivaling the God Devourers—are believed to be extinct. Yet something far older sleeps within Fenrir. Something even the gods were never meant to witness. Now hunted across worlds, dimensions, and distant galaxies by divine pantheons, demonic empires, celestial armies, and supernatural monarchs, Fenrir is forced onto a path of relentless conflict. Although his awakening grants him immense power, he cannot fully control it. His Wolf Form is unstable. His dragon bloodline remains dormant. His abilities often threaten to consume him as much as his enemies. To survive, he must train. To protect those he cares about, he must evolve. And to uncover the truth of his origins, he must become stronger than every enemy standing in his way. As powerful women from countless races—including celestial princesses, vampire queens, immortal witches, dragon empresses, and dangerously obsessive yanderes—become entangled in his fate, Fenrir finds himself at the center of a cosmic war that spans the universe itself. The gods believe they are hunting the last God Devourer. The supernatural races believe they understand the threat he poses. They are all wrong. Because Fenrir Endarth is not merely the last God Devourer. He is the beginning of something new. A being born from betrayal. Forged by tragedy. Tempered through battle. And destined to rise from a broken young man into an existence capable of making gods, dragons, angels, demons, and titans kneel before him. For when OBLIVION reaches its final evolution... The heavens themselves will tremble before the God Devouring Abomination. Disclaimer:All characters, including but not limited to Fenrir Endarth, Seraphina, Elena Drakanis, Aurelia Valethorn, OBLIVION, and all other original characters, locations, organizations, races, concepts, and story elements featured in this novel are the intellectual property of Kingmora259 and are protected by copyright laws.
Kingmora259 · 14.6k Views