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Married To The Mad Vampire Lord

His lips hovered near her ear, his voice a dark whisper against her skin. "You may fear me, little bride, but I will teach your body to crave me… to need me, until I am all you ever want." --- Belle was never meant to be the bride. But when her parents cried to her about how her beautiful sister could not be married to such a man, she was forced to take her sister’s place. To prevent war between the two worlds of humans and vampires, the kings decided to sign a peace treaty with a marriage, but the only man they could offer for this marriage was a vampire said to be mad and completely heartless. When they said heartless, they meant really heartless, but Belle, being a naive girl her whole life, had no idea what she was stepping into by agreeing to this marriage. At first, he appeared innocent, a man completely opposite to all the rumors around him, until she slowly began to realize every single thing said about the mad vampire was true, or perhaps even worse! He was a man who walked in the path of darkness. He knew no light and showed no mercy, even to those who were not his enemies. He had no heart to love, no emotions but dark ones to feel for anything or anyone. But all of a sudden, when he set his eyes on her, he decided he wanted to keep her, and Belle's naive world began to take a different turn because the mad vampire was hellbent on tainting her innocent soul. Expect "Now, can we forget this happened and enjoy the night?" He arched an amused brow at her, making Belle's heart drop to her stomach as she recalled the so-called wedding night. She hurriedly pulled away from him, her face flaming with embarrassment. From everything she had heard about this night, she was not ready to experience it with this man. The women whispering about it in Mr. Marchant's shop had said one would hate their husband's presence after it and be disgusted by the act. It was not an act meant for pleasure for any woman but torture. Now that she realized her husband would do the same with her, she swallowed hard and nervously clutched her dress. "I...I am not feeling well, My Lord, I—" "Rohan," he cut her off with a tone of amusement. "Use my name when you address me, sweetheart. You looked quite energetic when you tried to go after the ring for someone who isn't feeling well, but," he sighed softly, "I've always been a generous man. I won't let you stress yourself tonight." Belle began to sigh in relief and smile in her mind that he wouldn't push her for the wedding night ceremony. She was even about to part her lips and agree that he was indeed generous and even offer him a thank you when he continued to speak, causing the momentary relief to be replaced by dread. "I will pamper you tonight, and you won’t have to lift a hand. I will give you all the pleasure since you are feeling unwell. Take it as the first lesson in my plan to make you forget love and welcome lust." "...!" "Lie on the bed for me, Isa." Belle felt her throat go dry at that strict command. "I...I..." She began but could not find any words to say to make him spare her tonight. What had she got herself into? Belle thought as a pit seemed to form in her stomach, a deep, gnawing dread. "Do you need me to carry you to the bed, or would you rather walk there yourself?" Rohan questioned with dark mirth in his voice and eyes as he watched her like a hawk. He could tell she was nervous, but what to do? She had brought herself into his world. Belle began to walk slowly to the bed at a snail’s pace, as if delaying it would help prevent the dreadful act from happening tonight. She could feel him following closely behind her. When she reached the bed, she used her shaky hands to move the drapes aside and carefully sat at the edge of it, her hands folded nervously on her lap. She felt his piercing gaze on her, but she dared not look up at him. "Lie down," he ordered softly. MATURE CONTENT, NO RAPE!!
Ash20 · 1.2m Views

Scarred Hearts: Book 1

EXCERPT: "I am not your wife." His humorless smile taunted me. "Our marriage certificate says otherwise." "I don't remember getting married to you, or ever getting involved with you." His fingers dragged down to my jawline, brushing over the skin with feather-like touches. "That's alright. I'll remember for both of us." "I don't want to be with you." Tears filled my eyes against my will. "Where's my family?" "I'm right here, Dahlia. I am your family now. It doesn't matter that you don't remember now. I'll remember for the both of us." . . . He says I chose him. I don't remember why. The last thing I expected after waking up from a nine-month-long coma was a man attached to my side, claiming to be my husband. But there he was. Calm, infuriatingly composed, so sure of himself, and dangerously good at making me believe we were something real. All I have are vague pieces of a night I can't forget and a man I'm not sure I can trust. Maybe he's my ruin. Maybe he's my salvation. Either way, he claims I'm his forever. *** She doesn't remember the night she chose me. One impulsive night in Vegas tied us together forever. One I could never forget. Now she looks at me like I'm a stranger. Maybe I am. The smartest, most selfless thing to do would be letting her go, letting her find her way back to me, but I'm not as selfless. I'm as selfish as they come, and this time, I wasn't letting her slip through my fingers; not to fate, not to fear, and not even to death. This time, I was going to take her heart, too.
miiimiii · 3.6k Views

Classroom of the Deviant

In a world where merit dictates survival, the Advanced Nurturing High School hides corruption, desire, and violence beneath its immaculate surface. When Tanaka, an unassuming loner granted overwhelming “cheat-like” abilities, is dropped into Class D, the delicate balance of the school’s social ecosystem begins to collapse. Haunted by a deranged god demanding constant “progress,” Tanaka manipulates, violates, and weaponizes the very structure of the school. His first target is Horikita, whose pride and ambition slowly warp under relentless coercion until her logic, emotions, and body reshape around Tanaka’s presence. Meanwhile, Kushida, secretly being raped and simultaneously orchestrating the downfall of her own attackers, becomes a second battleground of psychological warfare. Her mask of angelic innocence fractures as she maneuvers through blackmail, betrayal, and revenge—until Tanaka’s intervention derails her plans, forcing her interest toward the very man who stopped her scheme. As Class D spirals into chaos—rumors spreading, alliances breaking, and two boys isolated and ruined—Tanaka becomes the unseen axis steering the class’s fate. His presence distorts the original storyline entirely: relationships shift, characters behave unpredictably, and even the class’s academic ascent becomes tangled with fear, desire, and manipulation. Power, violence, and twisted affection intertwine as Tanaka’s influence spreads. No one sees him coming. No one knows how far he’ll go. And no one—not even the god who sent him—can predict the ending.
Micoon · 36.6k Views

Claimed by the vampire prince

Content Warning: Contains mature themes that may be unsuitable for underaged readers. Excerpt Ragnar finally looked up. His eyes roamed her face, then dropped lower and lingered just a second too long. “Careful, princess. Keep taunting me like that and I’ll start thinking you like our nightly sparring.” “And if I did?” Her voice was soft now. Almost playful. “Would you stop pretending that you don't like it when I challenge you?” He rose from his seat slowly until he stood toe to toe with her. “Tell me something, Circe.” She tilted her chin up. “What?” “If I kissed you right now… Would you slap me, stab me, or kiss me back?” Her breath hitched. “That depends.” “On?” “How good the kiss is.” A pause. Something hummed between them, something neither of them dared name. Ragnar’s gaze dropped to her mouth. “Do you want me to find out?” She smiled, slow and wicked. “Make it worth the risk.” **** She was forced to marry the man who led the attack on her people. After her father is murdered, Circe is forced to leave her home and become a prisoner of the enemy. When she is taken to the enemy territory, she expects to be tortured physically in every way imaginable. But what she hadn't expected was for the vampire king to offer her up as a bride to his illegitimate son, the very same man that had her people slaughtered. It was a fate worse than torture. With her little brother's life on the line and with nowhere to run, Circe is forced to succumb to her fate. Right then she vowed in the name of her dead father to bring her husband to his knees. She would have her revenge, even if it meant destroying herself in the process. From the first time Prince Ragnar laid eyes on Circe, he knew she was going to be trouble. But trouble had never looked so intriguing. She was a puzzle he couldn't solve and that fact only drew him closer. Like a moth to a flame, she threatened to consume him. She would be his very own demise. Circe's presence in Lamora awoke something sinister, a malicious entity roaming the lands. From dusk till dawn, the streets of Lamora becomes engulfed in a strange fog and from within the voice of a woman can be heard. Anyone who wanders out at night when the fog comes, vanishes seemingly without a trace. Never to be found again. what happens when Circe's brother becomes a victim of this evil presence? What happens when Circe has no other choice but to team up with her husband, who she despises, in order to find the truth behind the disappearances and the evil magic plaguing their lands.
Blessing_Nwodo_16 · 223.8k Views