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Ren, a world-class chef with a low tolerance for idiots, didn't plan on dying. She definitely didn't plan on waking up in a jungle where the men have ears, tails, and absolutely zero concept of personal space. Welcome to the Beast World, where "courtship" usually involves a dead carcass at your feet and a very direct sniff of your behind. Ren’s goal? Survival. The Beastmen’s goal? Breeding. Armed only with a cast-iron skillet and a Gourmet Hunter System that trolls her as much as it helps, Ren realizes she has a unique problem. Her cooking is so good it cures the beasts' "Feral Madness." The side effect? It makes them incredibly… frustrated. Now, she’s stuck with four apex predators who look at her like she’s the main course. Ren just wants to open a restaurant and introduce civilization to these savages. Unfortunately, they’re more interested in glazing her buns than the ones in the oven. Warning: Contains heavy comedy, shameless flirting, accidental flashing, and a slow burn that will leave you as thirsty as the male leads. ----- Excerpt: "Put that down!" Ren shrieked, wielding her spatula like a sword. Kael, the massive White Tiger beastman, froze. He was currently naked, gloriously muscular, and holding her lace underwear between two sharp claws like it was a delicate flower. "This," Kael grumbled, sniffing the fabric deeply, "smells like you. But why is it so small? It covers nothing. Is this a courting gift?" "It’s a thong, you over-sized house cat! Give it back!" "No," Kael growled low in his throat, his golden eyes darkening with heat as he stepped closer, backing her into the kitchen counter. "If you want it back, you’ll have to take it from me. Preferably with your teeth." [System Notification: The Target 'Kael' has entered Mating Heat. Recommended Action: Run... or appease the beast.] Ren looked at the system screen, then at the eight-pack abs in front of her. "I hate this world." ** Let's Connect: Instagram: dolly_.roma Discord: DollyRoma#7887

(A spin-off of “Submitting to My Ex-Uncle”. However, can be read alone) ……… He ruined her once. Now, she belongs to another man. Three years after Elias shattered her heart and disappeared, Amara has rebuilt her life. Or at least, pretended to. Her books are bestsellers now, her name was highly adored, and her smile well practiced. However, when the ghosts of her past resurface, she does the unthinkable. She immediately marries Travis Alden. Cold. Brilliant. Dangerous. A man who doesn’t believe in love but needs a wife for reasons of his own. It was supposed to be a business arrangement. No touch. No feelings. And no complications. Until Elias returns. Her first love, and her greatest sin. A fire she thought she buried comes roaring back to life. Travis tempts her with safety and devotion. Slowly, he even began to show her what love really felt like. Meanwhile, Elias drags her back into the darkness she once called home. He still looks at her like she’s the only prayer he ever learned to say. And when he whispers mine against her skin, the line between past and present blurs dangerously. In a world where desire is a weapon and love is the deadliest addiction, Amara must decide which man she’s willing to burn for. The husband who would kill to keep her, or the ex who already destroyed her once? ………. “I love my marriage, Elias.” She said it too quickly. The words escaped her lips like a reflex, and not a truth. Elias’s eyes darkened. He stepped closer, slow and deliberate, until the air between them felt charged enough to burn them. “Do you?” he asked, voice low. Too low. It trembled with everything between pain and hunger. “Then why do your pupils dilate when I walk in, Amara?” She swallowed hard, her spine pressing lightly against the wall behind her. He was close enough for her to feel the whisper of his breath near her temple “You don’t get to do this anymore.” She gasped at him. He smiled. “Do what? Remind you what it felt like to actually want someone?” Her pulse raced; she hated that he could still read it, and still hear it. “Stop it.” Elias reached up, brushing a loose strand of her hair back behind her ear. His fingertips grazed her skin, light as a ghost, and yet she felt it everywhere. “You can tell him you love him all you want,” he murmured, his lips just an inch from her ear, “but just don’t look at him like this when you do.” She exhaled sharply, trying to turn away, but he caught her wrist gently, not to restrain her, just to remind her. “Because that look…” he whispered, his voice breaking slightly, “this look used to be mine.”

Zoryn spent twenty-two years living as Daeleon’s son—her father's pride and joy—until her first heat exposed the truth... she was a woman! In the Beastworld, females are almost extinct. So when Zoryn’s hidden power awakens at the Grand Festival, her Heat calls every tribe’s strongest male: Wolves circle. Lions challenge. Serpents obsess. Avians tremble. Bears soften. But one reaches her first—Zarenien, the last-born dragon, fated protector of the Matriarch's line. Chosen by the beasts. Claimed by the dragon. And when an ancient, forgotten tribe stirs against Zoryn’s return, six beastmen and one dragon must put aside instinct and rivalry—or lose their Empress forever.

IN HIS ARMS Zarah is a firecracker-ambitious, fearless, and unafraid to speak her mind. But stepping into the polished, intimidating world of SkyHigh, the country's largest construction company, she discovers that ambition has its own rules... and its own dangers. When a lecherous manager crosses the line during her interview, she doesn't expect a mysterious, commanding CEO to intervene. Mr. Alexandar Sinclair is everything the office fears: untouchable, uptight, and impossibly composed-but with Zarah, his usual cold control cracks just enough to reveal something rare: interest. Suddenly, Zarah is thrust into a world of high-stakes projects, office politics, and subtle tests of skill and courage-all under the watchful, intense gaze of a man whose power is absolute, and whose attention is dangerously personal. Every glance, every encounter, pulls her deeper into a game where ambition, desire, and professional boundaries collide. IN HIS ARMS is a slow-burning, cinematic romance about power, attraction, and the thrill of finding someone who sees you-not just your talent, but the fire beneath it-and challenges you to rise to the occasion.

Ava Chen made one mistake: trusting her stepsister. One drugged drink at a business gala led to one desperate night in a stranger's bed. One night that gave her a son she'd protect with her last breath. When she discovered the father of her child was Dominic Kane—the ruthless CEO orchestrating her family's company takeover—Ava thought honesty was the answer. She was wrong. Dominic accused her of entrapment, called her a gold-digger using pregnancy to manipulate the acquisition. Her stepsister Celeste whispered poison in his ear, painting Ava as a scheming seductress while positioning herself as his trusted confidante. Humiliated and heartbroken, Ava walked away from the father who didn't want their child, the family business that was already lost, and the stepsister who'd destroyed everything. She rebuilt herself from nothing, raising her son alone while climbing her way to success. Six years later, Ava returns to the city as the fiancée of Dominic's biggest rival, Julian Cross. She's sophisticated, powerful, and engaged to a man who actually values her. Her revenge plan is simple: destroy the man who destroyed her, starting with stealing every deal from under his nose. But Dominic Kane isn't the same man who let her walk away. When he meets a five-year-old boy with his eyes and his smile, something clicks. The child he thought was a lie is real. The woman he believed was a schemer was telling the truth. And the stepsister he trusted has been lying for six years. Now Dominic will stop at nothing to win back the woman he wronged and the son he never knew. But Ava's heart has a new owner, her revenge is just beginning, and some sins can't be forgiven with apologies and roses. He chased her away once. Now he'll chase her back—even if it kills him.

Liora never expected her life to end with a marriage arrangement. Raised as the soft, sheltered princess of a peaceful kingdom, she is forced into an arranged union with the one man whispered about in every tavern and palace corridor— Prince Azrielth of Noctaris, the cursed heir, the devil’s son, the monster who kills without mercy. Everyone says marriage to him is a death sentence. But the moment Liora is taken from her home and delivered to the black-stone fortress of Noctaris, she discovers two terrifying truths: He isn’t what the rumors promised. And he watches her like she’s the only thing he’s ever wanted. Cold, feared, immortal, in and obeyed by an army that kneels at his shadow, Azrielth is a prince with enemies in every corner of his realm—and a past soaked in blood. But with Liora, he is protective. Possessive. Almost gentle. Caught between a husband she doesn’t understand, brothers who want Azrielth dead, and a kingdom that believes she won’t survive the winter, Liora must decide: Is Azrielth her captor? Her shield? Or the darkness she was destined to belong to?

She never should have been at that gala. Emily Chen was just trying to get through the night in a borrowed dress, blending into a crowd that would never truly accept her. But one careless step, one glass of champagne, and she collides with Alexander Drake—the city’s most feared billionaire, and the man her family has spent years blaming for their ruin. She expects fury. What she gets is interest. Cold, unsettling, and far too intense. Instead of banishing her, Drake makes her an offer: a temporary position inside his empire. A job that looks like opportunity, but feels like a trap. For Emily, it’s a chance to dig for answers about her father’s downfall. For Alexander, it’s a chance to draw her deeper into his orbit. The deeper she goes, the more dangerous it becomes. Rival corporations circle like sharks, whispers of betrayal grow louder, and Drake’s obsession starts to feel like both a shield and a prison. Emily can’t tell if he’s the enemy she should fear… or the only man capable of protecting her from what’s coming. In a world where loyalty can be bought and secrets are worth more than gold, Emily will have to risk everything. The truth could destroy them both. But without it, she may never escape.

#WSA2025 Word went around that no one that had ever knocked on the esteemed Eleazar family’s doors seeking shelter were turned away. Fleeing the prince of Lustris no less, Arabella Sterling held out hope that those weren’t mere rumors as she crossed the border over to Umbraria, home to all creatures of the night. A land where noble blood like hers was a highly coveted delicacy. As such, she wasn’t turned away, but since the Eleazars ran no charity, Arabella was compelled to become the sole blood provider to the heir of the family in exchange for safety. Though never, in a million years, did she imagine that what had started as a simple trade off, could morph into a swirl of tangled passion when the cold and stoic vampire she served showed interest in the young woman beyond the crimson nectar coursing her veins. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------- Please note that the most brutal of abuse (Which includes explicit sexual abuse) takes place near the climax of the story. All I will say is that it won't be enacted by the ML.

Han Nari, an empty soul. A broken soul, without sparkle, without desire. She leads a rather peaceful life beside a loving man… Until the day she crosses Jeon Sion, manipulative, dangerous, as cold as he is desirable, he constantly tests the limits of boredom and control. He awakens in her what she believed dead: fire, desire, pain. Two souls consumed by a forbidden love, in search of fire, passion, desire. Between a safe love and a forbidden desire, Han Nari will have to choose. From ashes sometimes are born loves — or ruins.

In order to save her mother and pay up the debt her father had accumulated over the years, Alina willingly enters a contract marriage. She expected the worst. But the table turned when he began spoiling her. Cover ©by Tieu Man Thau@pinterest

Seventeen years of being invisible taught Raven Ashford one truth: she didn't belong in the Moonridge Pack. Her parents barely looked at her. Her golden sister, Celeste, treated her like hired help. The pack members whispered "wolfless" and "defective" whenever she passed. Even him—Kade Thornwell, future Alpha and her sister's perfect fiancé—made her childhood a living hell with his cruel games and cutting words. Raven's plan was simple: survive until eighteen, leave, and never look back. Then her wolf finally awakened on her eighteenth birthday. Late, yes, but powerful beyond measure. And the mate bond? It snapped straight to the one person she despised most—Kade Thornwell, the beautiful bastard who spent years making sure she knew she was worthless. She rejected him on the spot. No hesitation. No second chances. But Kade can't accept it. His wolf is going insane. The bond is a constant ache. Suddenly, he sees everything he was too blind and cruel to notice before—her quiet strength, her hidden beauty, the way she held herself together despite years of abuse. The girl he tormented is his perfect match, and he destroyed any chance he had. Now he'll do anything to win her back. Break his engagement. Defy his father. Burn down the pack hierarchy. He'll grovel, beg, and chase her to the ends of the earth. Too bad Raven Ashford isn't the broken girl he remembers. She's learned to bite back. And she has a new Alpha watching her with interested eyes—one who never needed a bond to see her worth.

Ethan Thorne, a young, working-class contractor, enters the exclusive world of Vivian Dubois, a wealthy, mature widow. Intrigued by his raw strength and authenticity, Vivian becomes infatuated, initiating a slow, calculated seduction. She tempts Ethan with extraordinary financial opportunities and creates ambiguous situations that deliberately blur the line between professional patronage and intense personal intimacy.

Elena’s world shatters the night her sister is killed. Left with nothing but grief and a father who sees her as leverage, she is forced into marriage with Adrian Moretti, heir of an Italian mafia empire. To him, she is just a key to power. To her, he is the one who stole her freedom. But as betrayal, secrets, and dangerous desires twist their lives together, the line between hate and something far more dangerous begins to blur. In a world built on blood, vows, and chains, love might be the most lethal trap of all.

Song Yue grew up in Nie Rougang's home, raised and protected by him for eighteen years. She clings to him with her whole heart, but now that she’s grown up, Nie Rougang insists she must move out and return to her grandfather’s house. Song Yue refuses to let go and keeps sneaking back, causing chaos until Nie Rougang finally explodes and drives her out of the villa. Hurt and angry, Song Yue runs away from home with her best friend Lan Xia. With no money and nowhere to stay, the two girls end up taking a part-time job selling adult products in a nightclub. There, Song Yue accidentally provokes Li Meiran—a powerful, dangerous man with a violent temper. Things quickly get out of control, and Li Meiran tries to force himself on her. Just when Song Yue thinks she’s doomed, Nie Rougang storms in with a gun, facing off with Li Meiran in a deadly standoff. Song Yue escapes through a window, but trouble doesn’t end there—the moment she thinks she’s safe, she runs into a furious, ice-cold Nie Rougang, who isn’t done with her yet. A story of obsession, danger, jealousy, and a love that neither side can escape.

He groaned into my ear, and I knew he was relishing the feeling of me cumming on his cock. He slowed his thrusts now, guiding me through my orgasm. It flowed through me from head to toe, hot and tumultuous, and my fingernails dug into Heather's back. I was drenched in sweat. Our abdomens slid over one another, finally coming to a halt. “Turn around.” Heather's voice was gravelly, thick with pleasure. His teeth looked sharp, his golden eyes blazing, and I knew that the wolf was surging through him, just beneath his surface. He pulled out of me, and I took my legs from around his waist. Heather grabbed my hips and flipped me over, onto my belly. The ease with which he handled my curvaceous figure always astounded me – his strength seemed limitless. He lifted me onto my hands and knees, gripping my hip with one hand and my shoulder with the other, pulling me to He entered me again, and I gasped as his cock filled me once more. With this new angle of penetration, he began to hit new, deeper places inside me, which came bursting to life with each thrust. I arched my back, and Heather's hand left my shoulder to grip my hair. He pulled my head back, which arched my back even further, and he sank somehow deeper. His cock rubbed my g-spot repeatedly, inciting flash after blinding flash of pleasure between my legs, and I knew that I wouldn't last long. Heather began to quicken his pace. His breath came fast, peppered with low groans of pleasure, as his pelvis slapped into my ass time after time. He curled his body over mine, and his hand left my hair and slid around my abdomen. His hand found the top of my pussy and rubbed at my clit. I cried out as fireworks burst inside my cunt, making my legs tremble. I was panting with each thrust, my eyes squeezing shut at the overwhelming sensation of both his cock inside me, and his hand simultaneously rubbing my clitoris. Hot, exquisite waves of pleasure lapped at my pussy and rose inside me, until I was gasping for breath, drowning ... Heather groaned and his cock pulsed inside me. A hot rush of cum burst in my pussy. We came together, rolling and undulating with the waves that crashed through us, shuddering and gasping, our slick, sweat-covered bodies sliding against one another. I whimpered and my hands collapsed beneath me, leaving my upper body lying flat on the mat, and my ass in the air. Heather buried his cock deep, one last time, and my pussy pulsed on him, squeezing out the final drops of his seed. We both collapsed onto the mat completely then, Heather on top, still inside me from behind. We lay gasping together, until our breaths slowed and the sweat cooled on our bodies. I floated on a river of bliss. “Now that's focus,” I said softly, and Heather's chest shuddered on my back as he laughed. “I'll teach you some more self-defense tomorrow,” he said. “You're doing well – I just have to keep my damn hands off you.” His arms snaked around my body and he clutched my breasts. “Which isn't easy.” He slid out of me, and we repositioned packed on the carpet until we both lay on our , with his muscular arm cushioning my head. I felt sleepy, drunk with relaxation. “Thanks for teaching me to defend myself,” I said softly in his ear. “It's been my pleasure,” Heather laughed. And then his face grew serious. “I just hope you never have to. Because that would mean that I'm dead.” He looked into my eyes, and traced a finger slowly over the naked curve of my waist. The way Heather touched me, the way he looked at me in that moment, made me feel beautiful and delicate. Precious. “I would die to protect you,” he said. Goosebumps raised over my entire body. I wasn't sure whether it was because of his finger trailing over my naked skin, or because of his words. At that moment, I felt more safe than I ever had in my life.

Alaric Duvant was known across the empire as a disgraceful Alpha — reckless, unwanted, and barely tolerated by high society. No one expected anything of him… least of all him. Until he crossed paths with Lucien Valtheron, the untouchable Enigma Archduke whose pheromones could crush armies and whose emotions never slipped. Alaric should have died. Instead, he survived. And the Archduke looked at him — not with boredom, not with disdain — but with the first crack of interest he had ever shown anyone. Dragged into the Archduke’s world of lethal formons, political chaos, and inescapable court whispers, Alaric finds himself becoming the one person Lucien cannot ignore… and the only Alpha whose presence does not shatter under the Archduke’s power. But survival comes with a price. A bond begins to form. A resonance neither can explain… nor escape. As assassins rise, secrets unravel, and emotions finally slip through the Archduke’s icy mask, Alaric learns that the most dangerous thing in the empire isn’t Lucien’s power— It’s the possibility that the Archduke might care. And once an Enigma cares… there is no turning back.

[Mature Content R18+] Two days before my wedding, my fiancé told me he would marry my twin sister, because it was her dying wish. My family, his family, everyone dear to me, turned me into a villain for being defiant. The decision was final. The bride had changed. They forced me into a golden cage, waiting for my turn to be another substitute. Then he came. The man who should have been my enemy offered his hand. Led us into one wild night. "Be my wife. Six years. Let's have a contract for exactly that long." "You lost your mind. You promised-" "And I'll give you five years. You can be free. Do whatever you want with the Kingston name. I promised that." "Wh... what?" "But you must promise me, you will be back, and let's live like we burn for each other in that last year." "Rafael... what are you planning to?" "Get things back to their right place." I was tired of being anyone's pawn. So, I play my own game. Five years later, I am back. Revenge is an understatement. The price for my suffering is due. My children keep asking for their father. They'll meet him soon, but there's a problem:  I’m not sure who the real father is. "Viona... I never stop loving you. Tell me they are my flesh, right? I want you back. I want us back." My ex-fiancé shamelessly pleaded before me. "They are mine. The four of them are mine." And there he was, my contracted husband declared with a glare that was ready to burn the whole society down. This should be a simple game of power. But love always meddles between the players. ====== Author's Note: This Novel is a character-driven plot. Every character has their own motivation and is layered. Every choice has no easy way out. If you enjoy slow burn, this might be to your liking. Please read all the free chapters before you decide to continue or not. Thank you for giving this story a chance.

IMPORTANT NOTE: Please be known that this book wouldn't have made it this far without the support my dear writing buddy Rachel E. Canton who is a great writer of SINS OF THE SERAPHIM - https://www.webnovel.com/book/sins-of-the-seraphim_26438336605116805 and Derek J. Perna To Rachel & Derek, Thank you for everything! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ When the last heir of Ardel lost everything, fate would bring her to her rightful protector. Anna Adhemar, the forgotten princess, found herself betrayed by the Regent. Hunted by the Bargesians and the ruthless slave traders, she desperately fled for her life. Rescued by a mysterious man, her newfound safety was short-lived as she succumbed to a potent aphrodisiac. Then, she awoke in the arms of the fearsome Knight Commander of Gerhard, stripped bare, in a foreign kingdom. Fear, confusion, and a sense of profound devastation enveloped her. But the man before her declared, "I am your husband. I married you last night." Then, with unwavering determination, he vowed, " You're my woman now. No one can hurt my woman." --- Kyren Raychard, the Crown Prince who had chosen to forsake the throne and become celibate, led the Knights of Gerhard to safeguard his kingdom’s border from slave trading activities. Outside his camp, he found Anna poisoned and delirious. The healer informed him of the only cure, of which he must race against time to give and honour her. For the first time, he felt an overwhelming instinct to protect and claim her as his own. Unaware of his deepening affection, he belatedly realised his feelings as he stood on the brink of losing her. Bound by a soul-binding spell, their fates intertwined…

A gentle and dynamic fashion designer x a hugely controlling wealthy heir After several years in the business world, Fu Yinli has seen it all, but he never expected to be captivated by a girl untouched by the world. That night on an English street, the girl danced ballet with such purity and grace, every smile and frown captivated him, like a fairy descended to earth. He approached step by step, and one night after achieving his wish of being with her, he accidentally glimpsed her pure thoughts. The desire he had suppressed for days completely shattered, "Zhizhi, is liking me something to be ashamed of?" Su Lingzhi's face burned like fire. … After half a month apart, they meet again in Beijing. Su Lingzhi stands under the moonlight with a guide cane in hand, lost in thought, a deep and hoarse voice breaks the silence. "Sorry, I'm late." "Do we know each other?" A single "Do we know each other" pushed Fu Yinli's desire to control her to the maximum, gripping her waist and fiercely kissing her. He initially thought the more she loved, the more he wanted to control her. Little did he know that in this entanglement of love and desire, it was him who was sinking deeper from start to finish. "Zhizhi, don't ever think about leaving me in this lifetime." … Under his control, Su Lingzhi reconciled with herself, turned the tables, and step by step rose to the pinnacle of the fashion world. - double c, age gap of 7 years

(This is a love story disguised with abuse!) "Mia Lowder is just a waste!" "Mia Lowder is too vicious, she framed her sister and even hit her own mother." "A person like her should just get out of Falwood." At a banquet, everyone surrounded Mia Lowder, who was sitting in a wheelchair, and cursed her. Suddenly, the cold and ruthless Mr. Grant appeared, protecting her in his arms, "She is my wife, damn it! Anyone who dares to touch her, try it!" Four years ago, she became crippled because of him and left Falwood in despair. Four years later, she insists on marrying him. Everyone was waiting for Benjamin Grant to abandon her again, but no one knew that Mr. Grant had set a trap for a full four years, just so she could return to his side. Soon after, he spoiled Mia Lowder to the extreme, to the point of obsession. Only then did the people of Falwood realize that Mr. Grant was unwell, and pampered his wife recklessly!