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Be The Anchor To My Striker

After a simple extraction mission, Kenneth makes a dire mistake that wipes out his entire team. Left alone and bleeding out, Kenneth has no choice but to pray to a higher being in hopes of getting a second chance at life. Luckily for him, his prayers are answered as he finds himself in the body of a man who has the same name as him! Now, faced with a strange world he is unfamiliar with, all he can do is follow the previous owners' wishes to enter the infamous military academy Toleran and become a renowned Anchor. The problem is finding a Striker to pair with. In comes Lucien Saint-James, the captain of the third division and a high-class Striker with whom he has the highest compatibility. The problem is, whenever Lucien is around, he gets this uncontrollable urge to bring him to his knees, not to mention that he doesn’t care for his arrogant attitude either. Now, Kenneth faces a dilemma. If he ever hopes to make it out of this academy alive and realize the dreams of the original Kenneth, he will have to suck up his pride and learn to hide his urges if he wants to make it out in one piece. Oh, and did he mention he had to deal with monsters and mystical beasts too?! ****************************************** Excerpt: “Kiss me.” Kenneth blinked. “What—“ “You heard me. Do it. Now.” Anger flashed in his eyes yet his body moved before his brain could tell him to stop. He reached for the Striker and their lips met. Kenneth poured his energy into Lucien, filling the barren pit inside his mind, giving him enough juice to keep going. The two pulled away, and Lucien’s steely eyes met his, holding him in place. “You always look like you hate anchoring me, but then you get that blissful look on your face that screams ‘I want more’. It’s cute.” Kenneth felt an unbearable urge to slap the smug smile off his face. But since now wasn’t the time to commit acts of violence against his pair. He held himself back. He would deal with him properly later. “Eat shit, captain.” Was all he said before sending him off. ****** A guideverse story with a little twist, hot and cold romance with a whole lot of slow burn (emphasis on burn because the MC refuses to admit his feelings, the stubborn fool).
NSCHAN · 338.7k Views

His One Night Mistake: The Alpha Kings Wants His Heir Back

“Get out of my house!” her father roared. Five years ago, Anastasia Tillman was dragged down the stairs and called a disgrace. Her stepsister cried fake tears. Her stepmother smiled. Her own father slapped her and disowned her without listening to a single word. She was accused of selling her body for money. She tried to speak. No one believed her. That same night, she walked away from her pack with nothing but a small suitcase… and a secret growing inside her. The Alpha’s child. Five years later, she returns not as the broken girl they threw away, but as a quiet, successful woman raising a brilliant little boy on her own. She does not want revenge. She does not want their money. She only wants peace. But fate is cruel. The powerful Alpha who once held her in the dark is now her boss. He does not remember her face. But when he stands close to her, his wolf stirs. Because he remembers her scent. The girl who trembled beneath him. The girl whose tears he never forgot. There is only one problem. Another woman has already claimed to be that girl. And the Alpha believes her. Now Anastasia must work under the man who unknowingly fathered her son… while watching another woman try to take her place. She will not beg. She will not chase. But when the truth comes out when the Alpha learns that the quiet little boy with silver-blue eyes is his heir The entire kingdom will shake. Because the girl they threw away… Is the Luna they can’t live without.
phronesis254 · 44.3k Views

Husband's Regret: Your Bed Of Lies Gave Me My Bed Of Roses

Aurora was the silent architect of the Vanguard Group, the brilliant mind behind the tech and fashion innovations that made her husband, Marcus, the "Man of the Year." But when the divorce papers were served, Marcus didn't just walk away; he staged a coup. Using forged documents and bribed witnesses, he stripped Aurora of her wealth, her proprietary software, and her reputation. He left her with nothing but a two-bedroom apartment, $1,500 in a credit card, and the crushing weight of his betrayal. Driven to the edge of depression, Aurora has one night of uncharacteristic rebellion at an elite club. There, she meets a man who bears a haunting resemblance to a younger, more lethal version of her ex-husband. In a moment of alcohol-induced defiance, she kisses him—only to flee in a panic before he can even ask her name. A week later, Aurora attempts to restart her career at Titan Industries, a top-tier firm. She is humiliated to find that Marcus has already "partnered" with them using the very business he stole from her, ensuring her blacklisting from the industry. As she exits the building, defeated, she is intercepted by a fleet of black luxury sedans. The man from the club steps out: Kyle Osbourne. To the public, Kyle is merely the modest CEO of a mid-sized tech firm. In reality, he is the reclusive head of the Osbourne Conglomerate, the most powerful economic force on the continent. Intrigued by the woman who "stole" a kiss and disappeared, Kyle offers her a lifeline. He doesn't just want her talent; he wants to see the look on Marcus’s face when the woman he discarded becomes the queen of the empire that eventually crushes him. However, what two of them failed to realise is that an accident had caused amnesia that separated them as lovers the first time and now, they had found themselves back together again, none of them with the knowledge of their past love. The bed of lies Marcus built will become the thorns that pierce him, while Aurora finds that her own bed of Roses is guarded by the most dangerous man she has ever met. Her First Love.
Miray_09 · 457 Views

What Still Burns Between Us

Warning: Only read, if you have a real appetite for the dark. It’s been six years since Danny and Rain last saw each other. Six years since best friends blurred into almost lovers. Since childhood affection ignited into something reckless, consuming, impossible to name. Then after one glorious night, Danny disappeared. No explanation. No goodbye. Just absence and the wreckage he left behind. Rain rebuilt herself on distance and control, convincing herself the spark had finally burned out. She was wrong. Now Danny is back. Harder. Colder. Hotter. Carrying a past he refuses to explain and a violence that clings to him like a second skin. The boy she loved, the boy who cooked for her is gone , replaced by a man tangled in blood, secrets, and enemies who don’t stay buried. Rain doesn’t just cross paths with him again. She’s pulled into his world. A world of ritualistic killings, whispered threats and blood-curdling violence. Every step closer to Danny drags her further from the life she fought to build , and deeper into a fire she knows will change everything. Their connection reignites fast and furious, desire burning like wildfire. But love isn’t enough to save them from what’s coming. The spark between them was never extinguished. It was only buried. And now it’s about to set everything ablaze. Will the fire consume them both , or will they survive loving each other in a world built to tear them apart? Guaranteed HEA and toe-curling smut;) Excerpt: “ Do you not want me?" I whisper, the question trembling right against his lips. His jaw tightens. His eyes darken. "You don't understand how much I want you," his voice comes out raspy. "How much I want from you." My pulse stumbles. "Then what's stopping you?" I breathe, pushing my chest forward without thinking, nipples tightening under the cool air, awareness pulsing through me. "I'm a greedy man, Rain." He holds my gaze. There's heat there. But there's fear too , both in equal measure. "I will take everything out of you. Everything." His voice carries a dark unmistakable hunger. His hands slide lower, deliberate and possessive. His fingers squeeze my ass hard, then settle there, pulling me closer into the hard line of his hips. "Everything. Until the only thing that remains in you is me." The words land low inside me, hot, aching. My sex throbs in answer, needy, traitorous. "And I will let you," I tell him, voice steady, eyes locked on his. "Only if I get to do the same to you." Silence stretches. His breath skims my cheek. His fingers tightening and then gone. Something flickers across his face hunger, and something I can't begin to understand. And then he looks down in defeat, knowing that he cannot give me what I want. Something fragile cracks between us. Whatever this is looms between us, darkening every moment , a shadow neither of us will name, stretching and stretching until it's all I can feel Contains intense slow-burn heat, emotional angst, and consensual light BDSM. "I'm going to do something," he says, voice low, deliberate, "And I need you to trust me. Do you trust me, Rain?" My mind is drifting somewhere far away — hazy, floating — but my body knows the answer instinctively. Yes. Yes. Yes. I nod slowly. "Yes." "Good," he murmurs against my warm skin. He kisses both my knees one last time, then pushes them up, pinning them tightly against my chest, spreading me completely open for him. Like I'm offering myself to him. His hand slides down, rubbing my pussy in slow, deliberate circles, like he's learning every response and cataloging it . He looks at me — really looks — eyes dark, hungry, ruined. "I'm going to spank you right here," he says, still stroking, like he's soothing me into obedience. "Right where you're swollen for me." All I can do is shiver. "You're going to count," he continues, calm and merciless. "Five."
Davina33 · 70.9k Views