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A Rogue For The Quadruplet Alpha's.

BLURB: “We are sorry Maria, we never meant to hurt you. Come back to us!" They all thundered. But it was too late, I was determined to make them Pay. *** I am Maria Moon, casted out of my Pack at the age of eighteen. All because of a tradition— one that states, that which ever family the Alpha's mate comes from, any other female wolf of same status is cast out. But it all felt wrong, It wasn't supposed to be me but her— my step sister— Patricia Moon. “I, Darren Copper, Alpha of the Frost moon pack, hereby declare that Maria Moon is no longer a member of this pack!” I pleaded for them to see the truth but no one cared, they were all blinded by their love for her. I became a rogue, wandered about for days and was unfortunate to attacked by the older rogues. And even more unfortunate to be saved by the quadruplet Alpha's, my Pack rival Alpha's. *** “Isn't she the Beta's daughter of Frost moon pack?" Damien growled as he turned to his brothers. “Definitely, she looks the same even after five years!" Adrien replied as he squatted, cupping my chin harshly on his palm. “She is definitely a spy, let's kill her!" Davian roared, stretching his claws, his stance ready to slaughter. “Don't Davian!" Aidan the oldest amongst the quadruplet echoed, “That’s all the more reason we should keep her close, letting her die is to easy.” He turned to the guards beside him, “Take her to the Pack, she is our Personal maid." Adrien chuckled lightly, a sly smirk appearing across his lips. “Nice idea Aidan. We would make her suffer!" CONTENT WARNING. This book contains explicit scenes, abuses, graphic violence and dark obsessive romance. Readers discretion advised.
wealthvera3 · 51.8k Views

The Quietest Knife

Willow wakes in a hospital bed injured, medicated, and alone. She is informed that her life, as she understood it, ended weeks earlier. Her fiancé is there. Calm. Controlled. He explains that they broke up before the accident and that the separation was mutual. He says he remained by her side only out of decency. He is already involved with someone else, his boss’s daughter, and speaks as though this version of events has always been established fact. No one in the room challenges him. The doctors attribute Willow’s disbelief to concussion and trauma. Nurses lower their voices and repeat the same explanation with careful reassurance until it becomes official, documented, and final. Each repetition strips away her certainty, replacing memory with doubt. When Willow looks to the one person who could contradict him, she finds no relief. Her fiancé’s closest friend, a man who has never hidden his dislike for her, says nothing. He offers a brief nod that confirms the narrative without words. With that single gesture, the past is closed. Every detail they present contradicts what Willow knows she lived. Weeks have been erased. Conversations have been rewritten. A relationship has been reassigned without her consent. If she resists, she will be labeled unstable, emotional, and unreliable. She will be the only one insisting that reality has been altered. So Willow stays silent. Within that silence, something colder begins to take shape. She begins to question why her fiancé needed the past rewritten at a moment when she cannot safely object. She begins to wonder why his closest friend chose this precise moment to agree. She begins to realize that decisions were made about her while she lay unconscious and defenseless. The Quietest Knife is a dark psychological romance centered on gaslighting, betrayal, and power disguised as care. It follows a slow, deliberate descent into manipulation, control, and revenge, where harm is inflicted quietly and authority wears the mask of concern. This is not a story about forgetting. It is a story about being rewritten calmly, professionally, and without resistance.
dr_ban99 · 83.6k Views

Chained By Crimson Obsession

When seventeen-year-old **Kieran Black** transfers into Hollowridge High, he doesn’t arrive quietly—he arrives like a warning. Inked skin, dead-eyed calm, and a reputation stitched together from gangs, drugs, and men who don’t forgive debts. He’s not the misunderstood bad boy. He’s the villain who already chose the dark and burned the map back. Girls orbit him. Teachers fear him. Trouble follows him like a shadow that bites. And then there’s **Alora Hale**—sunlight in human form. Loud laughter. Sharp wit. A girl built from chaos and kindness, juggling dreams and expectations, carrying her parents’ pride on her back like fragile glass. She doesn’t look twice at Kieran Black. She doesn’t flinch. She doesn’t fall. She’s busy living, breathing, surviving. That indifference seals her fate. One glance is all it takes for Kieran to mark her—not as a crush, not as a fling, but as an obsession. The kind that festers. The kind that watches from across rooms. The kind that tightens its grip slowly, lovingly, violently. He calls himself the devil for a reason—and devils don’t admire. They claim. As Alora’s laughter echoes through hallways unaware of the chains being forged around her life, the line between protection and possession dissolves. What begins as watching turns into stalking. Want turns into hunger. And hunger demands blood. Because Kieran Black doesn’t love softly. He loves like a war. And Alora Hale is standing directly in its path. Some obsessions don’t fade. They tighten. They bleed. They drag you under. And once the devil decides you’re his— escape is just another illusion.
Vaanni_Mittal · 2.5k Views

Ruin me brother in law

His cock slams into me against the mansion's cold marble wall, hand clamped over my mouth to swallow my screams. Victor fucks me raw—deep, punishing, relentless—while Elena sleeps upstairs. I arch, nails digging into his back, begging through muffled moans. "More," I gasp when he lets me breathe. He growls, thrusts harder, spilling inside me with a possessive snarl. We collapse, sweaty, guilty. Tell ourselves it's the last time. It's never the last. I was never meant to crave my sister's husband. Victor Ravenscroft—ice-cold billionaire, empire forged in ruthless control. To the world, Elena's perfect match: devoted, unbreakable. To me, he's the drug I can't quit. Stolen glances ignited into filthy obsession—desperate sex in every dark corner: bent over counters, his fingers bruising my hips, my moans silenced by his palm while Elena dreams above us. Guilt scorched. But the need devoured me whole. I lost my job daydreaming about him. Risked everything for one more hit of his cock. Lied, manipulated, spiraled—paranoia eating me alive. Notes in shadows. Bells in the night. Poison in my veins. Every day, I break a little more—shameless, willing to burn the world for him. Elena knows. She doesn't rage. She watches. Smiles—that soft, loving sister smile—and savors my destruction. Tiny joys in my unraveling: a hug while I shake, tea while I weaken, texts timed to twist the knife. She's patient. Delighted. As my obsession hollows me out—turning me into someone who could kill, lie, steal a child’s love just for his touch—Elena waits. Quiet. Joyful. For the moment I shatter completely. Because this isn't just betrayal. It's my self-destruction. And she's enjoying every crack. When the obsession finally consumes me… will anything be left?
Amynovella · 7.1k Views

Bound to the Wolfe Bloodline

She lost everything in a day. Her home. Her future. Her illusion of safety. Mira Hale thought she had finally outrun her past. A thriving career, a man she trusted, a wedding on the horizon—proof that survival had paid off. But betrayal doesn’t knock. It waits. And when it comes, it takes everything with it. Exposed, humiliated, and left with nowhere to go, Mira walks away from the life she built, carrying nothing but wounds she swore she’d never reopen. And just when she has nothing left to lose… he appears. The man she once saved when he was broken. The man she never meant to remember. The one name her heart learned to fear before it learned to forget. Now he is untouchable—calm, commanding, and wrapped in power. His presence is protection and danger all at once. When Mira’s world collapses, he becomes her shelter… and the temptation she knows she shouldn’t want. His attention is steady. His gaze lingers. And every moment near him feels like standing too close to a flame—warm, intoxicating, and impossible to ignore. As secrets surface and past choices tighten their grip, Mira is forced to confront the truth she buried long ago: love doesn’t disappear—it mutates. What was once innocent is now laced with ambition, dominance, and survival. Desire blurs with protection. Safety begins to feel like possession. And the line between rescue and ruin grows dangerously thin. Bound to the Wolfe Bloodline is a contemporary romance drama steeped in emotional tension, power struggles, and forbidden longing. It is a story of betrayal and rebirth—where love can be a sanctuary… or the most beautiful way to lose yourself.
Lala_Scriptz · 2.5k Views