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STUCK WITH THE MAFIA KING

What happens when you're the most precious daughter of a Mafia kingpin one moment, and the next, you find yourself in an underworld black market, about to be auctioned off like cattle to a bunch of dangerous Dons like your father? This was the situation Lucrezia found herself. Born in a crime world that was against her personal values, she finds herself learning to accept things she never believed would be normal for her. By day, she was a surgeon, saving lives with good hands and a disciplined heart but by night, she was the daughter of the most feared Mafia Don in Montoverra, a city ruled by violence and blood-stained power. However, everything shatters the night her father is executed in their mansion. The Alexandro estate is betrayed and destroyed, sending the underworld into chaos and being the only child of the mafia king, Lucrezia is captured. When she wakes up, she finds herself in the black market her father once controlled, thrown onto an auction stage like property. Just when she is almost sold to an old man thrice her age, "Two hundred million dollars!" Someone bids an outrageously high price for her, breaking the black market's records. She barely sees the buyer right there, only a pair of dark eyes trained on her and she is quickly brought to a mansion, twice the size of her father's estate. No one in Montoverra had an estate bigger than her father's so who was this mysterious man? She had expected torture, degradation and death but Instead, she finds something worse. Her captor is Maverick Vale—the new Don and godfather of the criminal world… But also the boy her father once adopted...only he no longer served her– he owned her. Now trapped inside the enemy’s mansion, Lucrezia must survive the man who bought her while uncovering the truth behind her father’s assassination. Because in this world, love is a weakness… And the most dangerous thing a Don can desire… Is the daughter of a past mafia king, whose blood lies in his hands.
Miles_Millian · 7.2k Views

10x God-Tier Stealing System: Pumping S-Rank SuperHeroines Daily!

“Villains aren’t born, they’re made...blah...blah...” Cute quote. Stick it on your Tumblr header next to your anime pfp. You boys love your villain stories, don’t you? You want carnage. Chaos. Control. You want a dark throne, a cold smirk, and a woman kneeling at your feet begging for mercy. But you? You don’t want to lift a damn finger. You’ll cheer for the villain as he kills a god, but cry when he gets betrayed. You call it “plot armor” when the hero survives—but call it “art” when the villain does the impossible. You’re not fans of villains. You’re fetishists. You want the violence, but not the silence after it. You want domination, but not the burden of being hated. You want power, but only if the story forgives you for it. You don’t read these stories to understand evil. You read them because you think you're too good to win the normal way. “Villains don’t play fair.” Exactly. That’s why you love them. Because you wouldn’t last a day in a world where strength mattered and excuses didn’t. You don’t want a villain’s life. You want his results. You want to watch him burn the world for a woman. But you’d cry if a girl left you on read. So tell me— What exactly are you rooting for? At least unlike you, I support heroes—the ones with boobs. You know the type. Tits squeezed into latex, thighs tight in spandex, preaching virtue with cum-drunk eyes the moment they fall into my arms but always end up screaming my name instead. She flies above cities, saving lives like it’s her job. But at night? She crashes into my arms, trembling, moaning, clawing at my back like I’m the only real thing she’s ever touched. Her cape drops before her guard does. But I don't need to tear it off. She hands it over herself—bit by bit, kiss by kiss, lie by beautiful lie. You ever felt a heroine's breath hitch in your ear as she begs you to stop pretending you're the bad guy? Ever watched the symbol of hope ride you like you're the last man left after the world ended? That's not conquest. That’s devotion, baby. Unfiltered. Undeniable. And the irony? They fall the hardest. Because no villain ever tried to understand them. No hero ever dared to see past the shine and into the ache beneath. But I do. I whisper into the cracks of their perfection. I plant kisses where they hide their pain. I fuck them where they forget to wear their strength. And when they break—when their moans turn to prayers, when their strength melts into submission— That’s when I rise. I’m not just some brooding misfit out for revenge, or a misunderstood loner sitting around hoping for a shot at redemption. I’m not a villain. I’m the SUPERVILLAIN—the kind your heroines moan for when the cameras are off and the capes are crumpled on my floor. Chapter Updates: 2 chapters per day (unspecified until a fix update time is decided) Bonus Chapters: +2 Extra chapters (350+ coin gifts) +4 Extra chapters (1005+ coin gift) +6 Extra chapters (2005+ coin gift)
Idiocrat · 24.1k Views

My Monster Man

[R-18] [Darkest] 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. They deal in weapons, fear, and broken bodies, profiting from every war while the rest of humanity chokes on ash. Vernon Krossvale is their blade: 6'2" of scarred, combat-hardened muscle, long dark hair framing a face carved from stone and rage, coat always open over a bare, slashed torso. He kills without blinking, feels nothing when he does — until the night a girl sees him gut a man in the forest with brass knuckles and pull out his intestine. Vernon's death gaze falls on her. She runs. He smells her fallen handkerchief. And something inside him — long dead — wakes up. Ira Royvane never wanted Draxton. She came for survival, not salvation. But that night branded her. She was never meant to survive the gaze that pinned her in the dark — eyes that saw her to the bones. Vernon haunts every sketch she draws — his bloodied hands, his shadowed eyes, his lethal beauty. When the Krossvales seize her school through threats and terror, turning classrooms into their personal hunting ground, Ira becomes prey in their empire of cruelty. The Krossvales violate the girls the way wolves tear meat from still-kicking prey—playful, tearing, taking turns. Any brother, father, boyfriend who bares teeth in defense is dragged down and opened from throat to groin. While innocence bleeds—the monsters laugh . Vernon watches — always watching — helpless against Kai’s insanity and his own buried guilt. Until the day Ira crashes into him again, body pressed to his fever-hot skin, and for one heartbeat the monster feels something worse than emptiness: need. The man who has never wanted anything now wants one thing above all: her. Not to destroy. Not to possess. To shield. To keep. To feel something other than guilt and emptiness for the first time in his ruined life. In a city where mercy is suicide and love is the deadliest sin, a monster begins to question his chains — and a girl begins to wonder if the nightmare who haunts her drawings might be the only one capable of saving her from the rest of the monsters . **My Monster Man** — A raw, obsessive dark romance of guilt that bleeds, trauma that scars, forbidden desire that burns, and the fragile, dangerous hope that even the blackest heart can still protect the soul it was never meant to touch. [Contains dark themes and graphic violence. Reader discretion is advised.]
Anuvuti_Roy · 15.7k Views

My SuperVillain System: Building Legion of SSS-Ranked SuperHeroines

“Villains aren’t born, they’re made...blah...blah...” Cute quote. Stick it on your Tumblr header next to your anime pfp. You boys love your villain stories, don’t you? You want carnage. Chaos. Control. You want a dark throne, a cold smirk, and a woman kneeling at your feet begging for mercy. But you? You don’t want to lift a damn finger. You’ll cheer for the villain as he kills a god, but cry when he gets betrayed. You call it “plot armor” when the hero survives—but call it “art” when the villain does the impossible. You’re not fans of villains. You’re fetishists. You want the violence, but not the silence after it. You want domination, but not the burden of being hated. You want power, but only if the story forgives you for it. You don’t read these stories to understand evil. You read them because you think you're too good to win the normal way. “Villains don’t play fair.” Exactly. That’s why you love them. Because you wouldn’t last a day in a world where strength mattered and excuses didn’t. You don’t want a villain’s life. You want his results. You want to watch him burn the world for a woman. But you’d cry if a girl left you on read. So tell me— What exactly are you rooting for? At least unlike you, I support heroes—the ones with boobs. You know the type. Tits squeezed into latex, thighs tight in spandex, preaching virtue with cum-drunk eyes the moment they fall into my arms but always end up screaming my name instead. She flies above cities, saving lives like it’s her job. But at night? She crashes into my arms, trembling, moaning, clawing at my back like I’m the only real thing she’s ever touched. Her cape drops before her guard does. But I don't need to tear it off. She hands it over herself—bit by bit, kiss by kiss, lie by beautiful lie. You ever felt a heroine's breath hitch in your ear as she begs you to stop pretending you're the bad guy? Ever watched the symbol of hope ride you like you're the last man left after the world ended? That's not conquest. That’s devotion, baby. Unfiltered. Undeniable. And the irony? They fall the hardest. Because no villain ever tried to understand them. No hero ever dared to see past the shine and into the ache beneath. But I do. I whisper into the cracks of their perfection. I plant kisses where they hide their pain. I fuck them where they forget to wear their strength. And when they break—when their moans turn to prayers, when their strength melts into submission— That’s when I rise. I’m not just some brooding misfit out for revenge, or a misunderstood loner sitting around hoping for a shot at redemption. I’m not a villain. I’m the SUPERVILLAIN—the kind your heroines moan for when the cameras are off and the capes are crumpled on my floor. Chapter Updates: 2 chapters per day (unspecified until a fix update time is decided) Bonus Chapters: +2 Extra chapters (350+ coin gifts) +4 Extra chapters (1005+ coin gift) +6 Extra chapters (2005+ coin gift)
Idiocrat · 391.8k Views