betrayal

"I told you not to touch her!" Adrian's voice tore through the air as his fist struck the man again. Blood stained his hands, yet his fury showed no sign of fading. "Adrian, stop! Please... you'll kill him!" Eira cried, desperately trying to pull him away. But he didn't even hear her. His jaw clenched as his crimson eyes burned with murderous fury. "Today..." he growled, raising his bloodstained fist once more. "...I'll kill you." Only after Eira desperately threw herself between them did Adrian finally stop. Even then, the storm inside him refused to fade. Later, as silence filled the car, Adrian's voice cut through it like a blade. His crimson eyes locked onto hers. "Next time... I'll kill him if he touches you again." Adrian, a vampire, hides behind cold words, ruthless actions, and a hatred that seems impossible to question. Eira, a human, cannot understand why the man who keeps pushing her away is always the one who saves her. The closer Eira gets to the truth, the more Adrian tries to drive her away. But some secrets refuse to stay buried... and some bonds cannot be broken, no matter how hard they try to fight them. In a world where love is forbidden, enemies lurk in the shadows, and fate has already chosen its path, one question remains... Can love rewrite destiny, or will destiny destroy them before the truth is revealed?

It might be taboo, but Mena Cabot does not care if it will give her the ultimate face-slapping opportunity. When her boyfriend Finn turns out to be a cheater, Mena does not cry or complain. She simply decides to use his older, richer, more handsome, and generally better brother to make him jealous. After an embarrassing fall lands her in the hospital, Mena wakes up to find her boyfriend's hot older brother by her bedside instead of her boyfriend. Drugged, confused, and feeling particularly mischievous, she does what any sensible girl would do: She claims she has lost her memory. How was she supposed to know her boyfriend was waiting for an excuse to parade her best friend around as his true love? Now she's stuck. She can't remember "her boyfriend," so she can't confront Finn for being a filthy, cheating degenerate. And the more time she spends with Beau, the deeper her lie becomes. In all this, the biggest surprise isn't Finn. It's Beau Orsini. Her cold, infuriating, ridiculously handsome boss who has decided to play along with the lie. He claims to be her boyfriend. He takes care of her. And judging by the way his hands linger and his eyes follow her, Beau seems to be enjoying his new role far too much. Why? Mena knows this is all an act. So why does every stolen glance make her heart race? Why does being in Beau's arms feel safer than it ever did in Finn's? And why is a tiny, dangerous part of her beginning to wish she really had lost her memory? Because pretending to be Beau Orsini's girlfriend might be the biggest mistake of Mena life but it tastes as sweet as sin.

After the death of his father and betrayal by his best friend, Ragnar swore that he would murder every person involved in the ploy that took everything from him and after that, force the same people to watch from the afterlife as he achieved their dream of taking over the North.

Percy is betrayed by Annabeth! She is caught by Percy making out by the beach. No, it didn't happen that way. ok Oh! A half-brother of Percy arrives at camp, and suddenly everyone begins to hate him. Not that either? Maybe a new son of the Big Three comes, and everybody prefers him over Percy! Still no? How about Annabeth choosing a mortal boy over Percy? no hmmm Annabeth choosing immortality? Nope? Percy becoming the hunts guardia... You didn't even let me finish! Chaos choosing perc... Seriously! Then what is it? What? Read on to find out. fine

Richard crashes into the Marvel Universe and immediately awakens the Template System—congratulations, you’re now a mutant with the wonderfully illegal power of Plunder. Plunder: Kill it yourself, take its powers. Then evolve them. That’s it. That’s the cheat.

[Trigger Warning: This semi dark fantasy romance contains few mature themes.] SYNOPSIS: •A WORLD BUILT ON LIES• Long ago, humans lived unaware of the supernatural beings hidden among them—werewolves with their primal instincts, witches whispering spells in the dark, and elves with their ancient, watchful eyes. For centuries, they coexisted in fragile silence. Then, everything shattered. Near the shadow-drenced woods of the Shadow pack kingdom, human traveler stumbled upon a gruesome scene: an old woman’s lifeless body, her skin ashen, her wounds gaping like accusations. A few paces away lay a dead werewolf, its throat ripped open, its muzzle still flecked with blood. The truth was undeniable—monsters walked among them. Fear ignited war. Humans, armed with fire and steel, hunted the supernatural races. Witches and elves were dragged into the slaughter, their homes burned, their people butchered. The bloodshed raged until King Alfred V of the Amethyst Kingdom stood before the four Werewolf Kings—Silverhowl, Crimsonheart, Shadow, and Atlassian —and offered a deal drenched in poison. A sacrifice for peace. Every twenty years, each human family would surrender a daughter to the werewolves. And in return, the future Alpha Kings must wed a human—or the war would reignite. The werewolves agreed. The witches and elves retreated, their hatred festering like an open wound. The world remained fractured, its peace a fragile lie. --- •THE PROPHECY OF FIRE• In the hidden Blaze Tribe, where crimson eyes burned like embers, the seer Prophetia foresaw annihilation. "Our people will fall," she rasped, her voice trembling. "But from the ashes, a girl will rise—the one who will bring true peace… and the one they will slaughter for it." The tribe made a desperate pact. They would cast a spell—a curse of forgotten memory—erasing their existence from the world’s mind. Their souls would be the price, but their legacy would live on in Ovelia, the child of prophecy. The night the Blaze Tribe fell, Ovelia’s parents hid her in the whispering forest, their hands shaking as they sealed a goddess—Firera—inside her infant body. Then, they turned to face their doom. --- •FATE’S CRUEL WHISPER• Ace Draven—half-werewolf, half-witch prince of Silverhowl—had never believed in destiny. Until he found a crying infant in the forest. His wolf, Fenrir, howled in recognition. A crimson thread shimmered between them—mates. But Firera, watching from within Ovelia’s soul, snarled. "She’s a child. This is too soon." With a flick of her wrist and spell, she tore the memory from Ace’s mind, leaving only an empty ache in his chest. --- •TWENTY YEARS LATER: A SACRIFICE IGNITES• Ovelia has spent her life as a slave, raised by the cruel mayor of Timberline Village—a man who would gladly sacrifice her to spare his own daughter. The night of the sacrifice, the air reeks of damp earth and iron. Torches flicker as the werewolves emerge from the shadows. And then—Ace Draven steps forward. Their eyes meet. Fenrir *howls*. Ace’s claws unsheathe, his breath ragged. He doesn’t understand why his wolf is clawing at his ribs, why his pulse hammers at the sight of this stranger. But the bond between them burns hotter than vengeance. Ovelia doesn’t know him. He doesn’t recognize her. And yet, their souls scream in unison.

When Harry Potter, Master of Death, is unexpectedly transported to the Marvel universe, he finds himself grappling with a new set of challenges. Haunted by the traumas of his past and the scars of war, Harry must navigate this unfamiliar world. Harry x Natasha, Harry x Sif

Harry had enough after four years of playing Dumbledore's stupid gme. He is not gonna be a puppet that dances to the tunes of that old bastard anymore. He is gonna take matters into his own hands. And his so called friends, who are nothing more than Dumbledore's spies will finally suffer his wrath.

Life is dark and meaningless. That's what it had taught me every single day I'd been cursed to live it. But now, finally, that would all end. My arm ached where the needle pierced the vein. Already, my fingers were numb, spots spinning in front of my eyes. Something clattered onto the pavement. The needle. It must have slipped out of my hand. Nothingness swirled around me, bringing the first sense of peace that I'd felt since...ever. But that was okay. It meant that there was no one to miss me, and no one I would miss. Well, perhaps there would be a few, but they could always find others to extract their cruel, sadistic pleasure from. My last breath was rough and shallow, the last beat of my heart pitifully fail. I sank to the alley floor, eyes closing, welcoming the blessed nothingness of the end. Only...death was supposed to be dark, wasn't it? And since when did 'nothingness' have so many gods? Discord: https://discord.gg/PX3xqJdZMY

Liam transmigrates into the American superhero world, joins S.H.I.E.L.D., and actually tries to play by the rules. Unfortunately, “don’t beat supervillains half to death” is apparently a policy. One over-the-top takedown later, he’s fired for “excessive force” and escorted out with a cardboard box and a pissed-off attitude. And that’s when his system finally kicks in. Villain Achievement: Ten Thousand Times Critical Hit System activated. Translation? Helping bad guys makes him stupidly powerful. He casually helps Sandman slip out of Spider-Man’s grip—boom, reward. Gives Loki just enough backup to smack Thor around—boom, bigger reward. Shields Vulture from S.H.I.E.L.D.’s harassment so the guy can tinker with salvaged Chitauri junk—massive reward. Every time a villain wins, Liam levels the hell up. Black Widow corners him, fuming. “You’re the asshole who helped my sister beat me?” Iron Man kneels in the rubble after getting absolutely wrecked by an absurdly overpowered Whiplash. “That’s… that’s not how physics works.” Meanwhile, the director of S.H.I.E.L.D. stares at a classified file in disbelief. “We fired you… and now you’re a senior executive in S.H.I.E.L.D.—why does this say Hydra?” Liam didn’t go evil. He just realized something hilarious. If the heroes won’t appreciate him… the villains sure as hell will.

18+ READERS ONLY: This story contains explicit sexual content, dark romance, force proximity, Morally grey hero, strong languages, crime investigation, action, forbidden love and enemies-to-lovers power imbalance. READERS DISCRETION IS ADVISED SYNOPSIS They say the enemy of my enemy is my friend but what happens when that friend becomes an enemy you cannot escape? Fiona Brett's rise as a promising actress is abruptly derailed when her parents, desperate to save the family from financial ruin, accept a marriage proposal on her behalf from a man she barely knows. Forced to shoulder the burden of her family’s survival, Fiona is compelled to sacrifice her own dreams. Seeking solace, she turns to the love of her life, Alexander only to discover him entangled with her own sister. Betrayed and heartbroken, Fiona meets a tragic end at the hands of those she trusted most. But fate gives her a second chance. Reborn on the very day everything fell apart, Fiona awakens with a burning resolve: revenge. Determined to reclaim her life, she strikes a dangerous deal with her fiancé, a pact laced with thorns and unforeseen consequences. As her past wounds begin to heal, Fiona finds her heart ensnared deeper than ever by Manson’s dangerous game yet even he is unaware that he, too, has been caught in its snare. Together, they step into a world far darker than Fiona could have imagined: a world of deception, hidden truths, ruthless manipulators, and long-burried sins. She soon realizes that the game she thought was hers alone is far larger than any personal vengeance, orchestrated by forces far beyond Manson, herself, or any other player. In a tangled web of greed, betrayal, and power, one question remains: who will emerge victorious?

Nothing is set in stone—not time, not fate, and certainly not Death. But in Rudra's existence, one thing has remained constant: a person. In her tears and rage. In her love and hatred. Now, Rudra is determined to figure out why she was the only one who mourned his death while the rest of the world celebrated his demise—especially since they had always stood on opposite sides of the war. And her answer might be the one thing he holds most dear—the only truth that remains truly sacred. In the kingdom of Partha, power does not negotiate. It descends from the mountain, absolute and ancient, in the form of Ravaan Azhdar — the Dragon King — and his son, Prince Rudra, who inherits his father's fire and none of his patience. In his first life, Rudra did what dragons do. He wanted the Saintess of Benevia and he took her — flew across half the known world and carried Teresa Williams out of her country like a thing claimed, imprisoning her in the cursed land of Alaka for months while the kingdoms of men scrambled to respond. He was not cruel to her, exactly. He simply did not think of her as something that required particular consideration. She was leverage. She was a statement. She was, in the particular arithmetic of dragon politics, a piece on a board. He did not expect Percival Leonhart. The hero came through Alaka the way heroes do — through impossible odds and worse terrain, carrying the legendary sword of Mamon, and he killed Rudra with it. Not cleanly. Not quickly. But definitively. Rudra lay dying in the ruins of everything he had built, alone, which was no more than he deserved and he knew it, and he waited for the end with the specific resignation of a creature who has no remorse, no regret whatsoever. Then Tish appeared. Not rescued, not triumphant, not standing over him with justified contempt. She appeared the way she always moved through the world — quietly, purposefully, and in this case with her hands already reaching for him, her holy magic already trying to knit shut wounds that had no business being knittable. She was crying. She was afraid. And she was, against every law of sense and self-preservation, trying to save the dragon who had taken her from her home He didn't understand it. He asked her why, once, in the way a dying thing asks questions — without real expectation of an answer. She didn't explain. She kept healing. And then an arrow found her, from somewhere in the dark, and she died in front of him before he could — before he could what, exactly, he would spend a great deal of time not finishing that thought. Then Rudra woke up in his bed in Ashkavar. Three years before any of it happened. He lay there for a long time. Long enough for the disorientation to pass and the facts to arrange themselves into something he could examine. He had been given time back, though by what mechanism or mercy he couldn't say. The world was reset. Tish was alive somewhere in Benevia, being saintly and blessed and entirely unaware of everything that hadn't happened yet. He did not love her. He wants to be clear about that, if only to himself. He had barely known her in the first life, and what he had known he hadn't particularly liked — she was stubborn and principled and had an infuriating tendency to keep extending grace to things that hadn't earned it, chief among them apparently him. He did not miss her. He missed the answer she hadn't given him. He missed the specific shape of a question that had no other possible source of resolution. Why had she tried to save him. And for that answer, he was determined to burn everything down all over again. (I will be posting this story on RoyalRoad.com )

"I've been dying for a long time now" It was a harsh truth which he carried behind every smile, hidden beneath every breath of his life, friendship, and a life that looked normal from every angle. But nothing stays hidden forever... In this world, Faith is not an option. It's survival. It's a cruel world where the unseen forces demand utter devotion, and those who don't comply are met with a brutal yet quiet death. He didn't believe in such things, until he was met with one. Until the people he trusted the most turned their backs towards him. Until the girl who brought light to his slowly fading world was taken away from him. And even Death refused to let him rest. Revived by something he can't understand, and can't escape from, he is met with a broken reality where nothing is as it once seemed. Memories blur, Truths twists and the thin line between salvation and manipulation begins to disappear. Because sometimes, What remains....isn't meant to survive. And the best thing he could ever wished for was for the last remnant to drop dead.

She was everything he despised… and everything he couldn’t resist. Elena Carter has spent years building her name in the ruthless world of corporate power. Fierce, ambitious, and determined to rise, she’s ready to take on anything—until she crosses paths with Adrian Blackwood, a man known for his sharp mind, colder heart, and an empire built on dominance and control. From the moment their eyes meet, the air crackles with tension. Every deal becomes a battlefield. Every word turns into a weapon. And every glance threatens to burn the fragile line between hate and desire. But beneath their power struggle lies a deeper storm—a shared past tainted by betrayal. Adrian’s revenge is personal, and Elena’s father holds the key to a secret that could destroy them both. As obsession and vengeance intertwine, Elena must decide: Will she surrender to his control, or fight to keep her heart from falling for the man she was destined to hate? Kiss of Revenge is a dark, slow-burn enemies-to-lovers romance filled with passion, secrets, and dangerously irresistible chemistry—where love can either heal… or ruin everything.

Seraphina Vale’s life takes a devastating turn when her family’s debts leave her with no choice but to accept a dangerous contract—marriage to the ruthless Alpha, Kael Thorne. Cold, commanding, and feared by all, Kael rules his pack with an iron fist, but beneath his brutal exterior lies a secret tied to an ancient curse. Thrown into a world of power struggles, jealous rivals, and hidden betrayals, Seraphina must learn to survive not just the Alpha’s dominance, but the deadly politics of the werewolf realm. With her protective brother Caleb, her fragile bond with her father Edmund, and the looming threat of rival Alpha Cassian Holt, Seraphina’s heart is pulled in directions she never imagined. But when jealousy burns through the pack and the curse begins to awaken, Kael and Seraphina find themselves caught between loyalty, love, and survival. What begins as a contract of desperation slowly transforms into something far deeper—a bond written not in ink, but in fate and blood. Will Seraphina break free from the chains of duty, or will she discover that sometimes the most dangerous love is also the one that saves you? Perfect for fans of enemies-to-lovers, fated mates, and high-stakes werewolf romance, The Alpha’s Contracted Mate blends passion, betrayal, and heart-pounding suspense into a story that will keep readers hooked until the very last page.

Five years ago, Nina Hale lost everything… her family, her reputation, and the man she once loved. Betrayed by her own sister and abandoned by those she trusted most, she disappeared without a trace. Now she’s back. With a new identity and a burning determination, Nina is ready to reclaim her life and chase the dream she once gave up: becoming a star actress. But her return awakens old enemies, and her scheming sister Lydia is determined to ruin her again. Just when Nina thinks things can’t get worse, she’s caught in another trap… and unexpectedly crosses paths with a quiet, lonely little boy. Ethan Grant hasn’t spoken in years. Feeling responsible for him, Nina agrees to stay and help the child come out of his shell. But she didn’t expect Ethan’s dangerously charming father, Lucas Grant, to enter the picture. Cold, powerful, and impossible to read, Lucas slowly finds himself drawn to the woman who brightens his son’s world. What begins as a simple act of kindness soon turns into something far more complicated, because Nina came back for revenge. She never planned to fall in love. ********** “I shouldn’t be here,” Nina whispered, even as she stayed rooted in place. Lucas stepped closer, slow and deliberate, his presence closing the distance between them. “Then why are you?” Her breath hitched when his fingers brushed hers—light, almost accidental, but it lingered. “This isn’t part of the deal.” “Maybe it should be.” His gaze dropped to her lips, dark and intent. “You don’t even like me,” she said, though her voice softened. “That’s not the problem.” “Then what is?” He leaned in, close enough for his voice to turn low, intimate. “That I want you anyway.” “Lucas…” Her hand pressed lightly against his chest, but she didn’t push him away. His eyes held hers, unwavering. “Use me, Nina.”

When darkness interwin with light what do you think will be the out come??? Want to find out............. Then read the first chapter

In the mysterious world of Ahnes, powerful kingdoms, ancient forces, and supernatural abilities shape the fate of countless lives. Crown Prince Obito is destined to inherit great responsibility, but his journey takes an unexpected turn when he leaves his homeland and travels to Earth with Rin.

[Hidebound Older Man VS Two-Faced Heiress: Daddy-Type + Seductress + An Old House on Fire] Everyone in Aethelgard says, a man should marry a woman from the West Family. The eldest daughter of the West Family is gentle and virtuous, a sought-after prize in high society. On the eve of her engagement. Her fiancé cheated on her. Willow West, having played the good girl for so long, decides she's done pretending. Fueled by alcohol, she finds a handsome man. Just one wall away from the scumbag ex and his mistress. The next day, she wakes up to her world collapsing. She had slept with the circle's famous 'older man'—Aiden Pierce, her dear uncle's best friend. Her impression of Aiden Pierce wasn't very good. Years ago, when she was having her first romance, she had tried to sneak a kiss with her young boyfriend, only for Aiden Pierce to report her to her uncle before their lips could even meet. The Aiden Pierce of today is even more dull—celibate and restrained, with everyone from his secretary to his assistant being male, and zero romantic scandals to his name. He's nothing short of a hidebound traditionalist! Willow West wants to escape. Aiden Pierce's well-defined hand grips her chin. "Miss West, a man's virtue is still virtue. You must take responsibility for me." * Aiden Pierce, who had practiced self-restraint for thirty years, was captured by Willow West—a woman gentle and demure in public, yet passionate and daring in private. Everyone thought Willow West was a good girl. Only Aiden Pierce knew that behind closed doors, the young woman not only smoked and drank but was also a cool, badass biker. * The assistant has recently noticed a change in the workaholic President Pierce. Not only is he hitting the gym three times a week, but his style has also shifted from uniform high-end suits to a different streetwear brand for every day of the week. His once stern and unsmiling face now frequently breaks into a smile. Even his eternally unchanged screensaver has been replaced. It's now a picture of a sexy, wavy-haired beauty in a black biker suit, holding a cigarette and sitting on a motorcycle!