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The General's Daughter: The Mission

Her childhood was forged in shadows, and she was sharpened into a weapon, trained to be a ghost, a killer—an instrument of vengeance. The target: a decorated general who brought down her family. But fate doesn't follow orders. Just as Lara was about to execute her long-planned mission, everything spiraled out of control. A military convoy intercepted her escape route—escorting none other than the general himself. And then came the moment that changed everything. A blinding crash. Screeching tires. Her body was thrown like a ragdoll, then darkness. She had a fleeting recollection of another world, another lifetime where kings ruled the land with an iron fist. But she woke up, and twelve long months had passed.  She did not know where she was or who she was. She remembered nothing. They told her different names. A child with trembling hope whispered, “Mommy, your name is Moira Torres.” Her doctor insisted, “Your admission slip says Larissa Reyes.” A hardened general leaned close and commanded, “Remember who you are. Remember your mission.” Then another general—dangerously calm, incredibly familiar—looked at her as if she mattered and asked, “Can I call you Lara?” The name unlocked something buried deep in her soul. Lara Norse Kromwel. Daughter of General Odin Norse. Empress of the First Empire. But the man who watched her most closely dismissed it with cold certainty. “This is the 21st century,” he said. “What nonsense are you spouting? What Empress? You are my woman. You can only be mine!"
Azalea_Belrose · 230.2k Views

Interstellar BeastWorld : Every man must worship my feet

WARNING: DARK THEMES, OBSESSION, AND MORALLY DARK CHARACTERS. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK. If you can’t stomach unhinged men, manipulation, and a female lead who learns to weaponize her pain—turn back now. WSA SUPPORT. In the sprawling beast-realm galaxies, a woman's power means nothing without a womb that bears fruit. Status, strength, supernatural gifts—all rendered worthless against the singular measure of fertility. Jinx, a descendant from the Nine-Tailed Fox Clan learned this lesson in blood and betrayal. For years, she loved blindly. Her werewolf husband, Fenris, repaid that devotion with public humiliation, poisoned meals designed to keep her weak and barren, and a parade of mistresses who laughed at the "broken fox" he kept chained through manipulation. When an "accident" finally claimed her life, Jinx died with his mocking laughter still echoing in her ears. Death, however, wasn't finished with her. She claws her way back from the void, but she doesn't return alone. Bonded to a mysterious system that grants her abilities beyond anything the beast realms have witnessed, Jinx rises—wearing the mask of the fool everyone already believes her to be. Let them underestimate her. Let them see only the barren, broken woman they discarded. They won't see the blade until it's already at their throats. As Jinx dismantles her enemies piece by piece—ruining fortunes, exposing secrets, and watching the mighty crumble—she encounters something she never anticipated: Flynn. A beast lord with eyes that don’t look at her with pity...but hunger. The moment he saw her, he wanted her. Not gently. Not patiently. Completely. And Flynn is not a man who accepts denial. He offers help… but nothing about him feels safe. He’s dangerous. Unpredictable. Possibly just another predator wearing a better mask. Or worse— Someone real. In his unhinged charcater, she think he is another predator in clever disguise? Caught between vengeance and vulnerability, Jinx must navigate deadly politics, unlikely alliances, and the terrifying possibility that not every man deserves her wrath. Burn the world… Or risk her heart in the hands of a man who might ruin her even more completely than the last. But one thing remains certain: those who made her suffer will pay the terrible price.
Vivi_4862 · 18.7k Views

The Return of the Fallen Luna: Rise of the Heiress

[Mature Content] [18+ Only] [Smut] **** “Nathan…” Maddison murmured sweetly, her voice soft, almost playful. “Ashley’s been clinging to you over that mating ceremony lately… doesn’t it exhaust you?” “Baby…” Nathan’s voice dropped, low and rough, laced with disdain. “Let’s not waste our time talking about someone so irrelevant while we’re enjoying ourselves.” A cold smirk tugged at his lips. “You know those promises I made to her meant nothing.” His tone turned darker, almost amused. “I said them just to watch her hope… just so I could rip it away from her tomorrow.” His gaze hardened. “I want her to stand there and watch it happen—watch with her own eyes who would become my Luna.” His hand slid around Maddison’s waist, pulling her firmly against him, possessive and certain. “It was always you. Only you.” A flicker of anger crossed his face, sharp and unforgiving. “I’ll make her regret the day she was born. If that disgusting woman she calls a mother hadn’t switched you at the hospital, none of this would’ve happened. You—the true Alpha’s daughter—wouldn’t have wasted eighteen years suffering while that impostor lived in your place.” He let out a quiet scoff, thick with contempt. “If things had been right from the start, you would’ve grown up beside me… as my future bride.” Nathan brushed Maddison’s hair aside, his voice dropping into something darker, colder. “All we’re doing now… is correcting a mistake.” His lips curved faintly. “She can drown in her misery while the entire pack turns its back on her…” His grip on Maddison tightened slightly. “…and you take the place that’s always been yours.” *** After Ashley was exposed as the fake Alpha’s daughter, her world collapsed overnight. The people who once adored her turned cold, one by one—including Nathan, her childhood sweetheart and fiancé. He didn’t just abandon her; he played along, pretending to go through with the mating ceremony, only to use it as a stage to humiliate her and publicly claim Maddison—the true Alpha’s daughter—as his mate. It was his way of proving that without her title, Ashley was nothing. They expected her to stay. To bow her head, accept the blame, and atone for a “sin” that was never hers. But they forgot how far they had pushed her. After enduring Maddison’s cruelty and torture, Ashley chose to run. She left everything behind and, in time, found someone else—someone far removed from the life that had broken her. By the time Nathan realized the truth of his own feelings, that it had always been Ashley, it was already too late. She had entered a contract marriage with the Monster Duke, and Nathan even took part in sending her to someone else's bed. Nathan thought she would regret it. Thought she would come back. But he was wrong, and regret drowned him. Now, he wanted her back and would do anything to make it happen, but would Ashley's husband allow it?
GoddessKM · 133k Views

A Rogue For The Quadruplet Alpha's.

✓ MASSIVE RELEASE ON THE LAST DAY OF EACH MONTH.✓ 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 · 290.2k Views

My Ex's Uncle and Me

Maisie Fleming’s perfect life goes down the drain when her husband of five years divorces her over infertility. The sudden change in her life pushes her deep into depression. When a speeding car comes towards her, she chooses the easy way out. But she did not die. Instead, she wakes up with no memory of the past year and discovers she is being legally married to a stranger named Edmund Bainbridge, the man behind the wheel. With no memory, untreated depression and abandoned by her own family, she is left with no choice but to live with the man she barely knows. He is her ex-husband’s uncle. ~ Dialogue Excerpt~ I did not know how it happened. The next thing I knew, I was already in Alistair’s embrace. “Please, Maise. I need you to listen to me,” he whispered. I stomped on his feet and kicked backwards. But he did not budge. “Let me send you home. We’ll talk there.” “NO! Let me go!!” He swept me off my feet. “Must you be difficult? I swear, you were much more modest when you married -” His voice trailed and his steps halted. Chills began to run down my spine. “Why are you carrying my wife, Alistair?” Edmund’s voice was calm but icy cold. ~~ As of now, below is the total volume for the story 'My Ex's Uncle and Me.' Volume I The Stranger Beside Me is My Husband (Chapter 1 - ??) Volume II: My Ex Came Back After I Married His Uncle (Chapter ??) Volume III: My True Identity that I Never Knew (Chapter ??) Volume IV: ??? DISCLAIMER : None of the images belong to me. The rights go to the original artist. Please contact me if you wish for it to be taken down.
Nekonigiri001 · 78.2k Views

Sold To The Frost Alpha

Selene Jameson has always been the family stain, unwanted daughter, shadow to the golden children. The night her mother dies saving her life, Selene loses the only person who ever loved her. When Atlas D'Angelo, the boy she gave everything to, betrays her in the cruelest way possible, she vows never to beg for love again. But fate has darker plans. On the night Selene finally tastes freedom, fame, money, a future of her own her family sells her to a supernatural auction. She's thrust into a hidden world ruled by lycans who see humans as nothing more than commodity. Then he buys her. Mikhail Morozov, Wintercrest Alpha and High Alpha of the Onyx Concord. Feared across Nocturna, Lycan Realm. With a shattered past, a missing sister, and a throne built on blood and betrayal, the last thing he needs is a defiant human girl with a sharp tongue and darker humor than his sins. But Selene isn't human. She bears the Crescent, a mark of ancient power that could save the Nocturna or destroy it. When Kustav Volkov, a rival ruthless Alpha, is revealed to be Selene's father, he lays his claim on her. Mikhail offers Selene a choice: marry him in a blood-bound pact that grants her protection under lycan law. But this marriage of convenience will be anything but convenient. *** "And you smell good," I interrupted, words tumbling out before I could stop them. "Really good. Like winter but not the terrifying kind. The beautiful kind. With snow and—" I scrunched my nose, grasping for the description. "Those delicate frost patterns that appear on glass." Mikhail produced a sound deep in his chest that could've been a growl or a chuckle or something caught between. "Why are there two staircases?" I blurted suddenly, fixating on the duplicated grand stairway looming before us. "Is this intentional? Seems ridiculously excessive." "There's only one staircase, moya." "Are you certain? Because I'm definitely seeing two. Perhaps you require vision correction. Do lycans need glasses? That would be hilarious. Tiny spectacles perched on a massive terrifying wolf—" "Selene." His voice emerged strained, taut in a manner that penetrated even through my fog. "You need to stop talking." I peered up at him, hurt piercing through the pleasant haze. "Why? Am I irritating you? I'm sorry. I'll stay quiet." "No." The word escaped sharp, nearly anguished. "You're not irritating me. You're—" He severed the sentence, jaw clenching so viciously I witnessed the muscle twitch. "Just... rest." But I didn't want rest. I wanted to comprehend why his expression appeared like that—all rigid and ravenous and something else I couldn't identify. "Are you alright?" I asked, raising my hand toward his jaw. He intercepted my wrist before contact, his hold gentle yet unyielding. "Don't." "Why not?" "Because I'm barely maintaining control as it is, and if you touch me right now—" He halted abruptly, eyes compressing shut momentarily. "Just don't." That should've frightened me. The ferocity in his tone, the way his restraint appeared to unravel at the seams. But intoxicated-me simply smiled, inexplicably pleased. Then I caught the way his gaze dropped. Just for a fraction of a heartbeat. To my mouth. Heat bloomed through my chest, spreading like wildfire. "You want to kiss me," I breathed, the revelation making me giddy. His eyes snapped back to mine, glacial blue turned predatory. "Kissing," he said slowly, voice dropping an octave, "doesn't even begin to scratch the surface of what I want to do to you." The air left my lungs. His grip on my wrist shifted, thumb finding my pulse point. Pressing there. Feeling the frantic rhythm he'd caused. "Kissing is gentle," he continued, leaning in just enough that his breath ghosted across my lips. Close enough to take. Close enough to claim. But he didn't. "Kissing is sweet. What I want?" His eyes dragged down my face, my throat, lower then back up with deliberate slowness. "There's nothing gentle about it."
Lilac_Everglade · 89k Views

Contract Marriage: I Came For The Son, Then Fell For The Father

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.”
Nyx_Rae · 26.3k Views

Clumsy Eight-Tailed Fox with Her Fourth Husband

Marriage means different things to different people. For Thalia Kim, it means survival. Five years ago, she died on her wedding night. Not in a dramatic, metaphorical way, but quite literally, with a broken bottle driven straight into her heart. She had only been doing what she always did. Men could never fully handle her, and they rarely stayed conscious after. So when her third husband went still, she assumed he had fainted, just like the others. He hadn’t. He opened his eyes, saw something he shouldn’t have, and panicked. Before her power could take effect, everything went wrong. That was how she lost her first tail. Now she only has eight left, and worse, her core is already starting to break. If it collapses completely, even a year would be considered lucky. So yes, she needs to get married again—not for love, not for happiness, but simply to stay alive long enough to become human. The plan is simple: find someone, get married, survive. It would have worked. If she hadn’t proposed to William Carter. A man her sister is clearly afraid of. A man who does not look like someone she can control. And more importantly, a man who should have refused without a second thought. But he didn’t. He said yes! Just like that, without hesitation, without question, as if the decision had already been made long before she even asked. Now, things are already starting to go wrong. Her ability doesn’t work on him. She doesn’t know what he wants. And he doesn’t seem like the kind of man who makes careless decisions. Which leaves her with one very inconvenient problem... This marriage might keep her alive. Or it might end exactly the way her last one did.
fyaya · 18.8k Views