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Transmigrated: I Became My Nemesis’s Woman

Raven Young thought that after completing her final mission, she would finally leave the organization and live a peaceful life. But what happens when that very mission turns out to be the first one she ever fails? You run. Yes—and so did Raven. Not to save herself, but to escape the people chasing her, pushing her to the very edge… until she had no choice but to jump off a cliff, hoping against hope to survive. But fate had other plans. When Raven opened her eyes, she realized she was alive… but not in her own body. She had woken up as Ivy—the very woman who had caused her mission to fail. And as if that wasn’t enough, a father and son pair refused to let her go. The man kept her close for reasons of his own, his motives unclear and unsettling. Meanwhile, the child clung to her, refusing to leave her side, determined to keep his “parents” together—and even dreaming of having a sibling. “God… just what in the world has happened?” Raven had never felt so betrayed by life. But living in Ivy’s body begins to unravel secrets—truths that entangle their lives in ways she cannot escape. And the man who keeps her close? Little by little… he begins to drive her insane with his undeniable charm. *** Ivy’s breath hitched as Xander stepped closer, closing the space between them. “Still pretending you’re unaffected?” he murmured. Her back met the wall, but she didn’t move away. “You assume too much.” “Do I?” His fingers brushed her wrist, slow, deliberate, sending warmth through her veins. Her grip tightened on his shirt, betraying her. “Tell me to stop,” he whispered. She didn’t. The silence thickened, charged and fragile. His gaze dropped to her lips, waiting—giving her the choice. And when she didn’t pull away, the tension between them deepened into something far more dangerous and the next thing they new was they were already kissing.
akshaya_vanne · 37k Views

Fated: The Alpha's Unwanted Luna

Viola was once the pride of her pack, destined to rise above everyone on the day she received her wolf. Instead, that day marked her fall. She had been the villain in countless stories, untouchable and adored by the Alpha heir, until the night her wolf was supposed to awaken, and fate played its cruelest joke. She fell to the lowest rank in her pack, rejected by her sworn mate. Stripped of status, strength, and even her wolf, she was forced to live a life worse than that of an omega. Imprisoned and alone, Viola’s only hope of escape lay in finding her wolf, or her fated mate. Only, a dark past kept her powers dormant… and her fated mate didn’t want her. Sebastian Kade is powerful, ruthless, and chained to a past he refuses to release. Viola Linden does not belong in his world, and he wants her gone. Fate, however, disagrees. This fragile, stubborn girl refuses to leave his orbit. He does not believe in love. He does not want her. He has already lost too much. An Alpha who swore off weakness, hardened by loss and haunted by a prophecy that feels more like a curse, Sebastian is certain he will never allow another woman into his life. But the Moon Goddess is rarely kind. Viola carries something ancient within her, something dangerous, something powerful enough to defy him. Hate twists into desire. Desire ignites into fierce passion. And passion threatens to become love. But when Sebastian discovers what Viola truly carries within her, will it save him… or destroy everything he’s built? ~~~ WARNING: MATURE CONTENT! #Slow burn #Spicy #Morally Gray ML #Adventure #Angst
Ash20 · 591k Views

Tabore-Bane Making of the Sapphire Citadel

“TABORÉ-BANE Making of the Sapphire Citadel” is an epic narration of a Queen, driven by ambition. Lady Serenya, is caught in a web of ancient oaths and ruthless power plays. Yet she strives to build a living citadel that defies time and embraces her rhythm. Bound by love, betrayal, and a mysterious legacy unknown to her, she must protect all that is hers and lead the Sapphire Legion through shadows that threaten to consume. Within whispers in the marsh and the rising song of stone, this tale is a journey of a woman’s ambition, courage, and sacrifice to reach her destiny. Towering mountains, shifting sands, and enchanted realms form the setting of the epic. In this mist-wrapped Tabore-Bane, destiny is not a gift but a burden to be endured. Haunted by melodies of her distant homeland and guided by ancient relics pulsing with forbidden power, Serenya must weave strength from memory and magic to survive. As the mountain peaks hold their breath, tumult stirs in the shadows. Whispered prophecies, fractured alliances, and spectral guardians stir beneath the land, threatening to unravel the fragile hope she carries. Kaelis and Darven, Serenya’s chosen emissaries sent into the labyrinthine of the island, follow paths marked by riddles in stone to realise that they are not just scouts but catalysts in a game played by eternals. The island shifts beneath their feet and watches them, bending reality with every breath, testing those who dare tread it. Among tribal spirits, hidden watchers, and unseen dangers, a quest unfolds to unravel a dangerous dance of trust and treachery. “Taborer-bane: The Making of the Sapphire Citadel” is a fantasy of memory, power, and the endurance of hope. From frostbitten peaks to haunted marshlands, it weaves a tale of Serenya’s unyielding spirit confronting the forces that seek to silence truth and bend her world into shadow. Dive into a world rich with intrigue, ancient mysteries, and relentless courage. Discover the forgotten rites and the forging of a legend. In this struggle, the test will be of loyalty, and she may lose everything to gain freedom. Welcome into Tabor-Bane, a land not for the Light Hearted.
EvanRavinan_123 · 43.7k Views

What Lives Beneath the Veil

What Lives Beneath the Veil --- She smiles. You trust her. That is your first mistake. Your last mistake is breathing. --- THE PREMISE Every monster wears a mask. The most dangerous ones wear innocence. Princess Liora Veyne is born without a soul. No one notices. Not her family. Not her kingdom. Not the countless victims who will one day die smiling because she told them everything would be fine. She learns early: the world trusts a sweet face. So she gives them one. Eyes wide. Voice soft. Smile gentle. The perfect princess. The harmless girl. The last thing you will ever see. Behind the mask: centuries of blood. --- THE CURSE Her 101st victim does not die quietly. He dies cursing. No lover will ever satisfy you. You will crave endlessly—always hungry, never full. Every person who touches you will become your next sacrifice. The curse does not break her. It perfects her. Now she hunts differently. Not with violence. With seduction. Every willing body becomes a ritual. Every night of pleasure becomes a countdown to death. She traps them with charm, consumes them with hunger, and adds their power to her own. The craving never stops. Neither does she. --- THE CYCLE Across centuries, they come. Heroes. Warriors. Chosen ones. They gather their allies. They forge their weapons. They believe—foolishly, beautifully—that this time will be different. It is never different. She defeats them all. Not in battle. In trust. She learns their names. Their hopes. Their weaknesses. She becomes whatever they need—a friend, a lover, a savior—and destroys them when they are too broken to fight back. Their bodies fuel her immortality. Their screams become her lullaby. And the mask never slips. --- THE HORROR She watches kingdoms burn. Empires crumble. Stars die. She adapts. Evolves. Wears new faces in every era. Medieval castles. Industrial cities. Digital worlds. The future. The mask changes. The hunger does not. She is immortal. Insatiable. Unstoppable. And no one knows. Not the heroes who die trying to stop her. Not the families who weep at her "tragic" funerals. Not the world that calls her good. The veil has never lifted. It never will. --- THE TRUTH This is not a story about redemption. The villainess does not learn to love. The curse does not break. The heroes do not win. This is a story about failure. Eternal, absolute, hopeless failure. Every hero falls. Every lover dies. Every attempt to stop her makes her stronger. The cycle has no end. The hunger has no cure. The mask has no crack. She walks among you now. She smiles at you now. And you will never, ever know. --- "She has been wearing the veil for a thousand years. You will never see what lives beneath." --- End of Synopsis CONTENT WARNING: This series contains explicit sexual violence, human sacrifice, psychological torture, murder of innocent characters (including children and family members), ritualistic killing, and extreme horror. No character is safe. Read at your own risk.
sarinavalentino7 · 55.1k 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 · 914.4k Views

When Rome Stood Firm

The year is 476 AD. The great beast that is the Western Roman Empire lies dying. Outside the fog bound walls of Ravenna, the barbarian king Odoacer waits with patient hunger, ready to claim the corpse of a civilization that ruled the world for a thousand years. Inside the cold halls of the imperial palace sits Romulus Augustus. He is only fifteen years old. To the world, he is nothing more than a puppet emperor, a boy wearing a crown too heavy for his head. A placeholder draped in purple silk, waiting for history to finally turn the page on Rome. Even his own people whisper behind his back, calling him the Little Disgrace. Then fate strikes with merciless clarity. When his father, the empire’s last true protector, dies in the mud, the illusion of safety shatters. The siege tightens. Romulus is abandoned. His generals are traitors searching for a new master, and his own guards prepare to trade the boy’s life for their survival. He is trapped in a city ready to surrender its emperor to the butchers beyond the gates. But despair does not kill him. In the deepest depths of fear and grief, something else awakens. The frightened boy breaks. Romulus refuses to become a sacrificial lamb. Armed only with a stolen dagger and a burning hunger for vengeance, he crawls out of his besieged city through the filth of its sewers, not to flee, but to hunt. Tonight, the young Caesar dies. And something far more dangerous takes his place. History has already written Rome’s obituary. But the Wolf of Ravenna is about to rewrite it in blood. WRSF Patreon: https://patreon.com/WRSFTheImperialArchives?utm_medium=unknown&utm_source=join_link&utm_campaign=creatorshare_creator&utm_content=copyLink WRSF Discord: https://discord.gg/DarxBKRe
ariel_18 · 81.5k Views

MY RUIN: In Love With My Step-Uncle

[CONTENT WARNING: This story contains explicit sexual content, graphic violence, strong language, and themes of trauma. It is intended for mature audiences (18+) only. Reader discretion is strongly advised.] ------------ “Talk dirty to me,” I whispered. He growled low in his throat. “You want filthy, little bird?” “Yes.” He thrust deeper, harder, and leaned close, his lips brushing my ear. “I am going to fill your fucking cunt with so much cum that you will still be dripping until tomorrow. You will sit at breakfast with my seed soaking through your drawers and smile at Aunt Cornelia like the proper little slut you are.” I moaned. “That is disgusting.” “You asked for it.” “Again.” ------------ Clara Vance had it all. Millions of followers, a beauty empire built on glamour, and a life curated for the camera. But a lost bet with her mother sends her away from a marvelous weekend trip to Mykonos and into the dusty attic of her family’s decaying ancestral manor. The catch was her inheritance. Her task? A dreary clear-out. Her discovery? A centuries-old diary belonging to her great-grandmother, Eleanor Thorne. The ink tells a story of a forgotten history. Eleanor’s forbidden obsession with her guardian and step-uncle, Casimir Guggenheim, a ruthless railroad tycoon with a heart of stone. But when Clara touches the tear-stained pages, the scent of crushed gardenias doesn’t just fill the room, it drags her back to 1879. Trapped in Eleanor’s corseted body, Clara finds herself under the roof of the very man who haunted the diary. To the world, Casimir is a cold, untouchable magnate. To Clara, he’s a puzzle she’s determined to break. The problem? Clara isn’t the timid, fragile girl Casimir remembers. She’s a 21st-century It Girl with no filter, a strategic mind for business, a total lack of respect for Gilded Age propriety and a defiance waiting for trouble to happen. While the original Eleanor was a victim of her station, Clara is ready to burn the cage down. As Clara navigates a world where a single misstep means ruin, scheming relatives see her as a pawn, and a powerful suitor sees her as nothing but a business merger. She realizes the history books were wrong. Rewriting Eleanor’s tragic end is dangerous, especially when she starts falling for the man she was never supposed to have. History says they’re a tragedy. Clara says history is about to get a makeover.
Luna_Primrose · 116.5k Views

The Lord She Could Not Forget

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 · 175.2k Views

The Devil Who Claimed Me

She hated him for lying to her and kidnapping her. He would burn the world to protect her. “I’d rather die than be owned by you,” I screamed. He approached slowly, his expression cold and unreadable. “You can’t die without my permission.” -------------- Mila Vega, a promising heart surgeon, lived her life on her own terms until she saved a stranger, until she found out the weak and injured man she had brought home was a ruthless devil. Dominic Russo, a mafia king, cold, calculative, untouchable. Mila hated him. She hated him for locking her up, for the way he looked at her as if she belonged to him. ----------- I stepped back as he approached. “You won’t be able to cage me here,” I barked. “I’ll find my freedom.” He sneered, with dangerous light in his eyes. “Try it. You won’t make it past the gate." He didn’t bluff. He wouldn’t let her leave his side, no matter what. Trapped in his dangerous world, Mila should run. But why couldn’t she stop thinking about him? She saw him kill without mercy, yet his eyes softened when they rested on her. His touch was possessive, but protective. ‘Does he love me?’ Her heart raced. In the world ruled by blood and power, with enemies close in from every corner, emotions were luxury. Love couldn’t bloom. Just as she started to wonder if this monster had a heart, she realized his heart was too cold to warm it. She understood she was nothing but his plaything. Mila’s hatred ignited all over again. She wanted to disappear from his world for good. But the man she called a monster, a ruthless killer, might be the only one willing to burn the world to protect her. ------------ He pinched my chin, putting enough force to make me wince. “You will not run again.” I dared to look into his eyes defiantly. “And if I do?” He said in a calm tone. “I’ll bring you back.”
Angelica2511 · 123.1k Views