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My Monster Man

"Do you want to rape me?"Ira's voice came trembling. Vernon's expression didn't change. He bent closer until his face was only inches from hers, close enough that she could smell his deadly cologne. "Why don't you listen to me?" he asked quietly, almost gently. Ira was shaking heavily, but she forced herself to meet his eyes. "Because I want to destroy all of you." For a second worry flickered across Vernon's face, for her—for Ira. Vernon exhaled once — almost a sigh. "You're really stubborn. And an idiot." His phone buzzed from the room beside. Her retreated and went to the next room to answer it. Ira's gaze darted around wildly. On the small, scarred wooden table beside the bed sat a chipped fruit bowl. Inside it: one bruised apple… and the handle of a kitchen knife protruding from its side. Her pulse roared in her ears. She reached over—slowly at first, then faster—wrapped her fingers around the handle and yanked the blade free. A few flecks of apple clung to the steel. When Vernon turned back, phone still in his left hand, he froze. Ira was on her knees on the mattress now, both hands wrapped tight around the knife, point aimed outward. "Hey—hey! Are you crazy?" Vernon's voice cracked with sudden urgency. "Drop that!" "Send me home," Ira said, the words trembling but clear. "Right now." Vernon's jaw tightened. He knew he couldn't. Not yet. Kai's people would be watching the hotel, questioning staff, tracing every move. If they some how get to know about her, they'd destroy her. He made the calculation in seconds. Better to keep her here. A few days. Just long enough for the heat to die down. He took a careful step forward. Ira's grip tightened. "Don't come closer or I'll stab myself." Vernon didn't hesitate. He lunged. Ira swung wildly—but he was faster. His bandaged right hand closed around the blade. The knife bit deep into his palm through the gauze; fresh blood immediately soaked the white fabric. He didn't even flinch. ******** She believes he is a monster like those who raped her best friend and wants to destroy him. In truth, he is the man secretly protecting her from all those monsters, enduring every risk and hardship to keep her safe. In the rotting husk of a world where cities burn under atomic skies and power is measured in blood and blackmail, Draxton is owned by the Krossvales — seven orphaned brothers raised by a sadistic father into gods of violence.
Anuvuti_Roy · 2.9k Views

“Reincarnated as the Duke’s Fifth Son – Time to Claim Every Wife”

【ULTIMATE EXTREME TABOO WARNING – STRICTLY 18+ ONLY】 READ AT YOUR OWN RISK — HIGHLY DEGENERATE & OFFENSIVE CONTENT Explicit step-family incest (stepmother, step-grandmother, step-sisters, etc.)STRICTLY 18+ MATURE CONTENT WARNING This novel contains highly explicit sexual content, detailed adult scenes, and taboo step-family themes. Important disclaimers: All characters in intimate scenes are consenting adults aged 22+. There are NO blood relations whatsoever. Every relationship is strictly by marriage (stepmother, step-aunts, step-grandmothers, etc.). This is pure fiction and fantasy only. Any resemblance to real people or events is coincidental. DO NOT attempt to replicate any scenes or relationships in real life. Such actions are illegal, harmful, and immoral in the real world. Reader discretion is strongly advised. If you are under 18 or uncomfortable with explicit smut, taboo themes, or heavy adult content, please stop reading immediately. No One Under 18 Admitted | Pure Fantasy Entertainment Only Tags : #R18 #Mature #Smut #Explicit Sexual Content #Adult Main Genre Tags: #Fantasy #Harem #Reincarnation #Stepmother #Stepfamily #MILF #Taboo #Faux Incest #Pseudo Incest #Stepfamily Fantasy #Stepmother Harem #Noble Harem #Duke's Son #Breeding #Oral Sex #Consensual Smut #18+ #Netori #MILF Harem #Taboo Relationships #Heavy Smut #Fantasy World #Aristocracy #Overpowered MC. **MATURE CONTENT WARNING (R-18 / 18+ ONLY) ** **This novel is strictly intended for readers aged 18 and above.** It contains **highly explicit sexual content**, detailed adult scenes, strong language, and mature themes. **Critical Disclaimer:** - Every character in this story is a **fully consenting adult**, with the youngest being **22 years old or older**. - All intimate relationships depicted are **between step-relatives only**. There are **no blood relations** involved. - Every act is 100% consensual and occurs between legal adults. - This is a **complete work of erotic fiction and fantasy** written purely for entertainment purposes. **Real-world family boundaries and laws must always be respected.** Fantasy is fantasy — this story does **not** reflect, endorse, or promote any real-life behavior. If you are under 18 years old, or if you are sensitive to explicit adult material and taboo themes, **please stop reading immediately**. By proceeding, you confirm that you are of legal age and willingly choose to read mature content. Thank you for understanding. Now enjoy the story responsibly.
Coldnight · 32.3k Views

In YGGDRASIL as Void

The first thing he realized when he opened his eyes was simple. This was not his room. And this was not his body. Reincarnation? A second chance? No. He was no hero. In his previous life, he reveled in destruction. He had taken a life without remorse. If there was justice in the universe, he should have fallen into hell—not awakened in a luxurious manor a century into the future. Outside the massive glass windows, a suffocating green mist swallowed the world. Toxic fog. A ruined civilization. A future shaped by the greed of powerful men. This wasn’t salvation. It felt more a like punishment. Alone in an isolated estate, abandoned by a distant father and overshadowed by gifted siblings, the body he now inhabits belongs to a forgotten fifth son—rich, neglected, and conveniently invisible... Perfect. No one would notice if he wasn’t the original anymore. While searching for answers, he discovers something familiar. A game. YGGDRASIL. A name pulled straight from a novel he once read. Coincidence? Fate? Or something far more sinister? With unlimited funds and nothing holding him back, he purchases the most advanced full-dive system and requests a custom character—one that goes beyond the game’s normal limits. And when he finally logs in… He does not create a hero. He becomes something else. ------- Warning : This story contains BL (Boys’ Love) and yaoi themes. Some readers may not feel comfortable reading this type of content, and that’s completely fine. Everyone has different preferences. If this genre isn’t for you, please feel free to skip it. However, I kindly ask that you refrain from leaving hateful or disrespectful comments. Let’s keep the space respectful for those who wish to enjoy the story. I hope you enjoy reading it, and thank you for understanding and for giving this story a chance.
DaoistJEIxEE · 153.6k Views

Apocalypse: Surviving with hero hunting

A wise sage once said— “Within a human lies the power to build worlds and the instinct to burn them down.“ In year 2035, humans gained access to technologies unknown to them, some they were not worthy of yet. And what do humans do when they gain power they are unworthy of—They destroy. And so they did, they started the Apocalypse with their very own hands. ... Reed was an unremarkable guy thrown into the apocalypse to survive—barely clinging to life in a zombie-infested world for ten long years. No superpowers, no protagonist halo, Just scars, regret, and a personal grudge against canned beans. [A/N: They smell like sh*t!!] And then he died, all while going nuts. When Reed opened his eyes again, he found himself back six months before the apocalypse and he was already aware of exactly how the world was about to fall apart. While society argued about rumors and governments issued reassurances, Reed quietly stockpiled food, weapons, medicine, generators, and enough toilet paper to be mistaken as a salesman doing shady deals. When the apocalypse arrived, Others screamed, ran, died or even worse, bacame one of the zombies. But Reed had already prepared for the apocalypse, drinking the coke in his hand, he sighed. “Human... Restrained by desires, by fear, by hunger, by will that's sheer. Cannot ascend to godhood but only remain as mere.~” Elise: What a hypocrite. (눈_눈) But soon, Reed realized he wasn't the protagonist of the world, because there were other protagonist, growing like cancer. So did he decides to do? To crumble the bud before it grows. Some with deception, some with trickery and some with sheer strength. As the world collapsed, Reed thrived—farming zombies, looting protagonists, and casually walking through disaster zones like a man running errands. While others fought tooth and nail for scraps, Reed cooked hot meals, slept on clean sheets. But something was off, the people meant to “save humanity” kept failing. The heroines meant to follow chosen saviors kept drifting his way. Now, as mutated hordes evolve, human factions clash, and so-called Children of Heaven rise to claim the future, Reed indulge in his luxuries, watching the world burn in peace. Reed: “I already survived the apocalypse long enough. Now… Reed shall enjoy it, transcend it.” Zombie Apocalypse | Villain | R-18 | Reborn MC | Fighting child of heaven | Harem |
Ryuma_sama · 1.5k Views

The Princess's Bedroom Slaves

[ADULT'S BEDTIME TALE] In the shadowed opulence of Princess Trishanvita's bedchamber, broken warriors arrive night after night—chained, bloodied, and shattered beyond repair. Once proud princes and indomitable commanders, they are delivered as "bedchamber slaves," their bodies mangled by torture so severe that survival is impossible. They die at her feet before dawn, one after another, while the princess—trapped in her own gilded cage—tries desperately to save them, her hands stained with their blood and her soul heavy with guilt. No man has ever left her chamber alive… and none has ever touched her. Trishanvita, the true heir to the Aranyalohit throne, has been a prisoner since she was seventeen. After her father's death, her own brother—Emperor Kayotran—seized power in a storm of betrayal and bloodshed. He confines her in luxurious isolation, parading her as a living symbol of his legitimacy while nursing a possessive, twisted obsession that blurs the line between sibling affection and dark desire. She is dressed in jewels, draped in silk, and forbidden from ever stepping beyond the palace walls—her beauty both a weapon he wields and a chain he tightens. But when two unbroken captives arrive—Prince Ritupriyan, with oceanic eyes and unyielding arrogance, and Commander Jyotishman, burning with controlled fire—they shatter the pattern. Healthy. Mobile. Defiant. They slip into her chambers not as dying victims, but as men who choose to be there, whispering promises of service, rebellion, and forbidden pleasure. Their touches ignite sensations Trishanvita has never known, awakening a hunger she buried beneath years of horror and celibacy. As Kayotran's cruel games escalate and the empire's enemies close in, Trishanvita stands at the edge of ruin and revolution. Torn between the brother who claims to love her in chains and the captive warriors who vow to burn the throne for her freedom, she must decide whether to remain the untouched doll of a tyrant… or claim the power—and the passion—that could destroy everything. A dark, intoxicating tale of captivity, forbidden desire, twisted family bonds, and slow-burning rebellion—where every touch is dangerous, every whisper treason, and surrender might be the only path to liberation.
Anuvuti_Roy · 12.4k Views

The Alpha Behind The Mask

This book is Book Two of Desired by Three Alphas; Fated to One. However, it can still be read as a standalone, so new readers can enjoy this story without reading the first book. ●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●● I will recognize the man who murdered my family anywhere. A mask. Green eyes. And a scorpion tattoo on his right wrist. Six years later, while working at a BDSM club to pay my comatose brother’s hospital bills, I come face to face with a man carrying the exact same mark. Certain he is the monster who destroyed my life, I accept his offer to clear all my debts in exchange for becoming his submissive for two months. To me, it is the perfect chance to get close enough to drive a blade through his heart. But things don’t go as planned. Instead of hatred, I begin to fall in love with the masked man. And the game changes when I land a second job as the personal secretary to the Alpha King. The moment I meet him, my world tilts. He looks exactly like the masked man from the club—the same face structure, the same presence. The only differences? His eyes and hair are a different shade… and there is no tattoo on his wrist. How could two men look so alike? Believing he is a completely different man, I begin to fall for him too. What I don’t know is that the masked man I want to kill, the masked man I love, and the Alpha King I am falling for are all the same man. PS: This book has a high rate of sex, specifically dominant and submissive displays. PS: Two chapters are updated daily.
Sugarlitics · 182.6k Views