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THE MASKED DUKE'S SUBSTITUTE BRIDE

"They say he kills every bride who sees his face. But I'm not from this world—and I don't plan to die in it." Nineteen-year-old Elara Chen has spent fifteen years surviving as an orphan in modern-day Los Angeles, working three jobs and dreaming of college. Then, the day before her birthday, a stranger in expensive clothes claims to be her biological father—and she wakes up 800 years in the past as the illegitimate daughter of Baron Aldric Thorne. For one shining moment, Elara believes she'll finally have a family. The truth shatters faster than glass. Her father didn't find her out of love. He found her to sacrifice. The Emperor has demanded Baron Thorne provide a bride for Duke Kael Vorsaith—the masked duke whose previous seven fiancées all died mysteriously after their wedding nights. Sending his legitimate daughter would ruin the family's reputation. But a bastard nobody knows exists? Perfect. Elara is dragged to the altar in chains, handed over to a man whose face she's forbidden to see, and locked in a castle where servants whisper that she'll be dead within a fortnight. But Elara isn't some helpless noble lady. She's a 21st-century woman with nothing left to lose, a sharp mind, and knowledge from a world that won't exist for 800 years. If her own father can betray her, if this empire wants to break her, then she'll learn their game—and rewrite the rules. Duke Kael Vorsaith expects his eighth bride to cower, to weep, to die like the others. What he doesn't expect is a woman who looks him straight in the eye (mask and all) and says, "If you're going to kill me, at least have the decency to tell me why." For the first time in a decade, the Reaper of Shadowmere doesn't know what to do. Beneath his mask lies a secret that could topple the empire. Behind his cold cruelty hides a man shattered by betrayal and bound by an impossible curse. He's killed before—but never a bride. Those deaths were staged to protect a truth more dangerous than anyone knows. Now Kael has a wife who refuses to fear him, who challenges him at every turn, who somehow knows things she shouldn't—like how to treat infections with "anti-septic methods," how to calculate trade routes using "mathematics from the future," and how to look at him like he's a man, not a monster. As Elara uncovers the conspiracy that turned Kael into the empire's most feared weapon, she realizes the truth: she wasn't brought to this world by accident. Her arrival is connected to an ancient prophecy, a bloodline erased from history, and a power that could either save the empire—or burn it to ash. But Baron Thorne isn't finished with her. The Imperial Court wants her dead. Kael's enemies want to use her as leverage. And the longer Elara stays in Shadowmere, the more she's haunted by one question: What if the duke's mask isn't hiding a monster—but the one person who could understand her? They thought she was the sacrifice. They didn't realize she was the reckoning.
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The Alpha Train's Fucktoy.

..."Fucking take my cock like a good little slut." Jenna could only sob and cling to his shoulders as he fucked her into the mattress, too overwhelmed by sensation to do anything else. She could feel Alex behind her, suddenly, rubbing his own sticky cock between her ass cheeks, teasingly. "Please," she whimpered brokenly. "Need you both..." One midnight train ride turned Jenna into a dripping, hole-wrecked mess. A brutal stranger fucked her raw in the aisle until she squirted across the seats. A bathroom quickie left another man’s cum leaking down her thighs. Then the Syndicate came for her. Now she’s collared, caged, and passed between powerful men who stretch every hole past breaking. Electro-clamped nipples, inflating plugs, double-cock DP marathons, throat-fucked until she’s crying cum-bubbles, and public gangbangs while strangers watch and film. She was supposed to escape. Instead, she begs to be filled again… and again… and again. Begging unleashes hell; electro-clamps fry swollen tits to gushing orgasms; inflating plugs stretch pussy/ass to tearing screams; caged like a bitch as Master's paddle cracks welts bloody-red. MMF savagery explodes, where dual cocks grind through her thin walls in DP creampie marathons, throat-bulging face-fucks choke her on twin loads, and every hole is plugged, leaking and stuffed in endless breed-chains. Collaring brands her eternal Syndicate cum-pet, public gangbangs, zap-torture squirts, and piss-soaked submission. Raw, relentless, and hole-ruining ecstasy. Will Jenna escape the Syndicate's cock-collar... or beg to be their forever-drenched fucktoy?... Or get trapped back to David?
Renzy_Dev1 · 321 Views

When love burn

Her life had been torn apart when she accidentally killed her ex-boyfriend’s girlfriend during a moment that spiraled out of control. She was arrested and sent to prison, facing the reality that one mistake could define her forever. However, Charlotte’s father, a powerful and determined lawyer, fought for her relentlessly and saved her from the full consequences, securing her release. Though she was free, the guilt and public judgment followed her everywhere. Charlotte returned to the same school, hoping to rebuild what was left of her life, but instead she was met with cruelty. Students whispered, bullied her, and treated her like a criminal who had escaped justice. Every day was a battle against shame, isolation, and fear, yet Charlotte refused to give up. Slowly, she began to regain her footing focusing on school, trying to stay invisible, and learning how to survive in a place that constantly reminded her of her past. It was during this fragile time that Hudson, the school’s popular and admired boy, noticed her. Unlike everyone else, he looked beyond the rumors and saw a broken girl trying to heal. His curiosity turned into attraction, and eventually into love, offering Charlotte a sense of hope she never thought she deserved. But their growing relationship awakens old wounds when Charlotte’s ex-boyfriend discovers what’s happening. Consumed by jealousy and unresolved grief, he begins to interfere, dragging the past into the present. Caught in a tense love triangle between guilt and forgiveness.
Chocomilo_Bae · 4.2k Views

Return of Black Lotus system:Taming Cheating Male Leads

WARNING: ITS A 18+ BOOK Heena stretched on the warm sand, sipping coconut water. Finally, peace. No scheming heroines, no brooding male leads—just her and the ocean. “HEENA! MOTHER! I FOUND YOU!” Her eye twitched. Not now. Floating above the beach was a golden lion with sparkling wings. “System 547,” she said, gritting her teeth. “I’m on vacation.” “But the worlds are collapsing! Male leads are going crazy! Villainesses are dying! White lotus heroines are ruining everything!” “Not my problem.” “You’re the Black Lotus! Only you can fix this!” “Exactly why I deserve a vacation.” “No rules! Slap them, seduce them, team up with the villainess—anything!” Heena sipped her coconut. “If I say yes, triple points, rare items from every world, and six months vacation after.” “Done! Anything!” the lion shouted, tail wagging. Heena stood, brushing sand off. “Fine. Show me these broken male leads.” Her smirk was dangerous. . . . The portal threw Heena onto cold marble floors. Her head spun as чуж memories flooded in. Empress Celeste Ravencourt. Five husbands. A dying empire. “Great,” Heena muttered. “I’m the villain.” A tiny golden lion appeared beside her. “Welcome to World 12! You’re married to five powerful men who all hate you. They’re meeting tonight to poison you and crown the heroine instead.” “Let me guess,” Heena sighed. “White lotus?” “Lady Seraphina. Sweet, kind, system-backed. They’re all in love with her.” Heena rubbed her temples. The body was weak, starved, exhausted. No wonder Celeste died so easily. “Fine,” she said, pulling off the heavy jewelry. “That empress is dead. I’m not.” She chose a simple dark dress, tied her hair up, and met her reflection. The sadness vanished. Confidence took its place. At dinner, five men waited—cold, powerful, deadly handsome. Warriors, priests, generals, spies. Every one of them wanted her gone. Wine was poured into her glass. Poisoned. Obvious. They watched her closely. Heena lifted the glass, smiling lightly. “To new beginnings.” She drank it all. The silence cracked. Nothing happened. Their faces changed—shock, fear, disbelief. Heena leaned back, calm and smiling. “Now,” she said softly, “which one of you thought killing me would be that easy?”
K1ERA · 226.4k Views