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Blood Oath Seduction: Symptoms of Murder

“Are you afraid of me?” Drogo voice was quiet but something underneath it was wrong. He was calm. Too calm — Not after what he had just done with his bare hands... Karen’s lips quivered violently, but her throat refused to open. No sound escaped. The metallic scent of blood reached her nose as he climbed onto the bed, the mattress dipping under his weight. “You don’t have to be scared, Schatzi” Drogo murmured in a soft tone, tilting his head as he studied her paralysis with unsettling interest. “You’re not lying to me.” His jaw tightened faintly. “They lie,” he whispered with a gleam in his eyes. A gleam she had never seen before. Drogo added, “Every single one of them lied. They always do...” He leaned closer. “But you…” His lips curved. “You would never lie to me, Schatzi.” The sound of the German pet name he'd given her now felt heavier in her chest. Karen wanted to shake her head, to deny whatever twisted certainty he had built around her. Her body remained numb. Drogo then raised his hand, blood dripping from his fingertips onto the sheets. His fingers touched her cheek, still warm. He then dragged them slowly across her skin, leaving a dark red streak as though marking her. “You’re not scared of me…” he decided softly, almost reverently. “Only liars are scared of me.” He leaned down and pressed his blood-smeared lips to her forehead. “I know you’ll never lie to me,” he whispered against her skin. He smiled from ear to ear. “That’s why I love you.” ● ● ● Life isn't suppose to be that hard... Quite straightforward, actually. After all, Karen had just one mission. Get close enough to Drogo Vetter and extract valuable information from him — How he ended up between her legs is irrelevant. But that's not a major problem, it doesn't still affect the main mission. It's just one of those things people do to pass time and feel pleasure... What's the worse that could happen? ... Aside from Drogo being assigned as her next target. Shit.
DestinyNdi · 15.2k Views

Sold to the Mountain King

My father sold me to settle a gambling debt. I didn’t know until the man I’d been serving coffee to for two months pulled out my chair at a brunch table in Vail. An engagement clause with my name on it, signed eight weeks ago without my knowledge. My father couldn’t look at me. Cole Ashford couldn’t stop looking. Cole is the CEO of Palisade and leader of the 303. He bought my father’s debt in one night. He told him the clause was worthless before the ink dried—and let him sign it anyway. He knows my lease, my coffee, my life. He broke into my apartment while I was in Vail and left a cup of coffee brewed exactly the way I brew it, still warm when I walked through the door. I hated him. I hated more the way my body wouldn’t agree. His voice landed behind my ribs and spread where it had no business spreading. His gaze dropped to my mouth and I felt it on my skin for hours. The most dangerous man in Denver looked at me like I was the only thing his empire couldn’t buy. I wanted to burn the part of me that responded. I built Treeline from three years of tips and a lease in Union Station. Now I’m discovering the ground beneath it was his before I laid the first brick—engineered by a man who doesn’t take what he wants. He builds a world where what he wants walks in on its own. But every touch he takes gives him nothing. Granite and ice. Every touch I choose to give him changes everything. He thinks he claimed me. He’s wrong. The only version of me worth having walks in on her own. And I haven’t decided yet.
MoonCow · 5.6k Views

Son of Julius Caesar: Rebuilding Rome [Business/Republic building]

I wanted nothing more than an ordinary life—free from crushing debt and the endless corporate grind. Instead, I died. And when I opened my eyes, I was in ancient Rome. My father? Gaius Julius Caesar—the man destined to rule, or ruin, the Republic. But history is written in blood. If I do nothing, my new family will be swept away by the coming political firestorm. Power is survival in Rome, and I intend to survive. Armed with modern knowledge, I will reshape the Roman Republic—through banking, insurance, industry, and new political strategies. Rome will never be the same. ============================================== What to Expect: - A grounded story set in the Roman Republic (BCE) - Technological innovation, business, military campaigns, Senate politics, and diplomacy - Based on real history—its religions, places, and historical figures - Smart MC using future knowledge to solve problems - At least 1 chapter posted every day - 10+ chapters ahead on patreon (https://www.patreon.com/cw/MinchoNyangi) ============================================== MinchoNyangi here!  This is the official English edition of [카이사르의 아들이 되었다]. This story was a hit in Korea with over 2 million views(Naver Series), and I have personally revised and expanded this definitive edition specifically for English readers. You won't find this version anywhere else—not even in Korea. Note: This is the only official translation provided by the author. Any versions found on other sites except Royal Road, Webnovel are pirated copies. If you enjoy the story, please support the author by reading the official release here. Thank you
MinchoNyangi · 63.7k 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 · 181.6k Views

DEADLY PROTECTOR

Kidnapped at sixteen and returned to a life wrapped in wealth and surveillance, she grows up protected to the point of suffocation. At twenty-one, she is allowed freedom only in carefully measured doses like running a small publishing House, controlled outings, and two bodyguards who never leave her side. Sleep is fragile. Peace is temporary. When a panic-driven mistake brings her into the orbit of Alaric Voss, a man who thrives on control and silence, nothing about him resembles safety. He does not offer comfort. He does not explain. He does not soften. Alaric trains private security personnel for his fathers private security company and lives by rules that leave no room for emotion. When Alana asks him to teach her how to defend herself, he agrees under conditions as cold as his gaze: be early, be disciplined, or walk away. As her training sharpens her body, it also exposes truths neither of them are willing to name. Outside the dojo, a powerful figure from her past resurfaces, a man who believes ownership can be claimed, and that some debts are inherited. Caught between protection that cages her and strength that demands everything, Alana must decide whether learning to fight is enough or if reclaiming herself will cost more than she is ready to give. This is not a love story about rescue. It is about restraint. About fear. A story of when a man who does not bend under any pressure meets what he hates. Definition of weakness. Yet he can't turn away. He fights his own demons daily without submitting and in his word fragility had no space. Yet he can't look away from the very picture of what he despises
Broken_Ink · 2.1k Views

Love Left Under the Moon’s Shadow

On a night when the full moon burned brightly over Seoul, Kang Taejun....the undefeated racing champion and heir to Kang Motors...lost control of his car after a sudden brake failure at the Yongin circuit. At that very same moment, in a small apartment in Mapo, twenty-year-old sculpture student Han Seoah was holding her dying black cat, Bam, in her trembling arms. The instant Taejun’s heart stopped, his wandering soul was drawn into the lifeless body of Bam. The black cat opened its eyes again....no longer with the innocence of an animal, but with the sharp, awakened gaze of a man who once stood at the peak of fame. Taejun soon realizes his human body remains in a coma, and that the crash may have been no accident, but a calculated move in a ruthless family power struggle. Han Seoah begins to notice that Bam has changed. He refuses cat food, watches racing broadcasts with intense focus, and even scratches the name “Kang Taejun” into the clay in her studio. As Han Seoah searches for answers, she is drawn into the dark secrets of the Kang family, while unseen enemies work to erase the truth. Trapped inside a fragile feline body, Taejun experiences a world far removed from roaring engines and flashing cameras, a quiet life filled with the scent of clay, plaster-stained hands, and the warmth of a small, imperfect home. Under the moonlight spilling into her studio, Han Seoah whispers that if Bam were human, she would have fallen in love with him already, words that stir something unfamiliar in Taejun’s guarded heart. As the truth edges closer to exposure, Taejun feels his soul being pulled back toward his comatose body. He must choose: awaken to reclaim his name, power, and vengeance, or abandon it all to remain by Han Seoah ’s side as a black cat beneath the same moon that bound their fates together. For on that night when the moon shone too brightly, the champion fell… and a love beyond status and flesh quietly began.
BennettS · 6.4k Views

Addicted to you

Yeri was once a succubus, a powerful and irresistible seductress who fed on desire. Now reborn as a stunning young woman in the modern world, she must navigate the confusing collision of her human innocence and her demonic memories. One night, fate leads her into the path of Shin Keir, a dangerously magnetic and notorious CEO known for getting everything he wants—except peace. Their accidental encounter sparks an intense, uncontrollable passion, and a single night together changes everything. *** Excerpt: The dream had returned. Same eerie forest. Same surreal woman in the crimson dress. But this time, the setting had changed slightly. She now stood at the edge of a cliff made of jagged, glowing red rocks that resembled oversized rubies. Scarlet butterflies floated around her like living embers. A thick fog blanketed the area like some forbidden realm between worlds. She turned to him, her smile soft, sweet—and somehow tragic. She was heartbreakingly beautiful, ethereal yet forlorn, like a love story written in fading ink. Shin had tried to call out, but the wind swallowed his voice. As he stepped forward, the woman mouthed something. He couldn't hear her. Then, in a horrifying instant, her body tilted, and she plummeted off the cliff. The despair that followed wasn't just a feeling—it was a full-body, soul-tearing scream that never made it past his throat. Without hesitation, Shin leapt after her. He awoke convulsing, drenched in cold sweat. His eyes gleamed with a strange madness, a devil struggling behind the polished CEO exterior. *** Disclaimer- Places and characters are all works of fiction.
Pink_Winter · 1.4m Views

The Devil CEO's Contract Wife

[18+ | Mature Content | Dark Romance] After slaving away for years as Ares King's sole overworked secretary, Catherine has finally had enough of his domineering and heartless attitude. She wants to quit and use the severance pay to settle her family's debts, and spend more time with her long-term boyfriend. But soon after she hands her resignation letter, she finds out that her boyfriend cheated on her. He claims she's a wreck with no future, and he's better off without her. Heartbroken and devastated, Catherine is grasping at the last straw when her boss, Ares King, proposes a contract out of the blue. "Become my wife for one year." "Why me, Mr. King?" "Because we work, Ms. Lane.” The last thing she wanted was to make a deal with the devil. But this offer is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. Sell your soul to the devil for one year. How hard can that be? ********** Excerpt: "How many?" I froze. Did he expect me to count? "How. Many?" "I-I don't—Ah!" Ares spanked me again, continuously. My eyes stung, and sweet pain overtook me. I should feel sick from deriving pleasure from this, but strangely, I wasn't. "Two?" I teased, purposely getting the numbers wrong. "You shouldn't have done that." Just as I thought, he started again, but this time he drove each hit with more force until my ass was burning. "Fifteen!" I yelled, shaking. "Wrong." My heart momentarily stopped. "I got it right!" "You missed one." He pressed his hand on my searing bottom, and I moaned. I tried to squirm away, but he trapped my hands behind my back, his voice dark with warning. "Move again, and you'll regret it." ~ A/N: This is a work of fiction. All names, characters, places, and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or real events is purely coincidental.
Dy_zamite · 1.4m Views