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Felicity‘s Beast World Apocalypse

Beastmen / Reverse Harem/ Smut / Zombies When the world ends, Felicity expects to die quietly. Instead, she wakes to a ruined world crawling with monsters, beastmen, and dangers she was never meant to survive. Small, soft spoken, and terrified, Felicity has only one advantage: a strange power buried deep inside her that even she does not understand. Saved by Victor, a cold, powerful beastman with wings sharp enough to cut the sky, Felicity is pulled into a brutal new reality where strength decides everything and mercy is rare. Victor does not protect lightly, and once he chooses someone, he does not let go. As they travel through shattered cities and hostile territory, Felicity must learn to survive, to fight, and to claim her place in a world that no longer has room for weakness. Monsters lurk in the shadows, alliances are fragile, and desire burns just as fiercely as fear. In a beast ruled apocalypse, survival is not enough. To live, Felicity must become something more. The fire snapped, spitting sparks into the night. —————————- When Felicity blinked, Victor was closer. She had not seen him move. One moment he was across the clearing, watching the dark with those sharp, unreadable eyes, and the next he was right in front of her, his shadow swallowing hers. “You nearly died back there,” he said quietly. She tried to laugh, but it came out wrong. “It’s probably going to happen again. That seems to be my thing.” Victor’s gaze lingered on her face, then softened in a way she did not expect. He reached out and brushed a stray lock of hair from her cheek, his touch rough but careful, as if he were afraid of breaking her. “Not if I can help it,” he said. The fire crackled between them. Felicity’s heart raced as his thumb lingered at her cheek, warmth spreading through her chest at the smallest touch. The world seemed to narrow until there was only him, steady and solid, and the terrifying comfort of knowing she was no longer alone. For the first time since the world had ended, Felicity felt something dangerous bloom in her chest. Hope. hi this is my first book be gentle english is my first language art is my own
Hiimfrog · 16.7k Views

Tethered To Silence

Raven Foster has learned that silence is survival. At home, it keeps the peace. At college, it keeps her invisible. Bruises are hidden beneath long sleeves, apologies come easily, and obedience has become second nature. Raven has spent her life being everything others need her to be—daughter, caretaker, emotional crutch—while quietly disappearing in the process. Her closest friendship is built on obligation rather than choice. Sophie is admired, confident, and always praised for her loyalty to Raven. But behind closed doors, that loyalty tightens into control, and kindness becomes something Raven must earn. The dynamic is familiar. Comfortable. Dangerous. College is supposed to be a fresh start, yet Raven finds herself tethered to the same patterns—until small fractures begin to form. A roommate who notices too much. A chance collaboration with Aiden, someone who doesn’t demand explanations or gratitude, only honesty. And moments that force Raven to confront a truth she has spent years avoiding: silence has protected her, but it has also kept her trapped. As family secrets surface and old accusations resurface with brutal force, Raven is pushed to the edge of everything she has learned to endure. Loyalty is tested. Trust becomes risky. And speaking—really speaking—threatens to cost her the last scraps of belonging she has left. Tethered to Silence is a dark, emotionally grounded novel about coercive relationships, misplaced loyalty, and the slow, uneven process of reclaiming agency. It explores what happens when survival stops being enough—and the quietest voice finally decides to choose itself.
Aria_Solstice · 15.1k Views

After Rebirth, I’m the Sickly Heartthrob

Li An died in his nineteenth year, leaving behind nothing but a shattered husk of a body and a heart turned to ice. ​To claim a second life, he struck a bargain with a devil, traversing through three thousand worlds as a detached reaper. He manipulates hearts and harvests vengeance, living his life like a blade without a sheath—cold, sharp, and silent. ​What he doesn’t realize is how mesmerizing he appears in this dull, weary world: a frail, sickly youth possessing a soul of ruthless violence. ​No matter where he goes, eyes follow him instinctively. There is a magnetic danger to his silence that draws others in—some out of curiosity, others out of a dark, greedy ambition to conquer him. They circle him like predators, longing to crush this frost-covered flower within their palms just to see if it bleeds. ​Yet, in this grand game of "Revenge," there is one man who makes escape impossible. ​The man clings to him like a haunting specter, yet worships him like a fanatic. He watches Li An commit cold-blooded slaughter, only to emerge from the shadows and tenderly wipe the blood from his fingertips. His gaze is far too focused, far too hungry—as if he is confirming the existence of a one-of-a-kind masterpiece that belongs to him alone. ​He chases. He draws near. He waits. He has long grown accustomed to this endless pursuit, seeing through every one of Li An's masks. He doesn’t just want the soul; he wants every inch of those broken bones to be carved with his name. ​"You are mine. Don't let those scavengers touch you—or I might have to clean them all away." Genres: Pure Love / BL (Boys’ Love) / Revenge / Face-Slapping / Extreme Push-and-Pull Dynamic: An obsessively possessive, paranoid powerhouse top vs a physically fragile yet irresistibly captivating bottom
TJY · 1.1k Views

SECRET LOVER

Malinka Fazaa Gunardi, more commonly known as Inka, is a beautiful architecture student who spent four years at ETH Zurich in Switzerland to complete her Bachelor’s degree and pursue a Master’s. She couldn’t even attend her sister Daneswari Intan Gunardi (Sister Intan)’s wedding in person, only joining via video call. After finishing her studies, Inka returned to Indonesia and easily landed her dream job in Jakarta. She eventually bought a small apartment close to her new office. Sister Intan had only been married for six months to Bintang Adji Brahmanto (Brother-in-law Adji) through an arranged marriage. Even though she had been in a relationship with her boyfriend for three years, she ultimately had to marry someone else. Tragic? Most definitely. The arranged marriage and parental agreement left Intan heartbroken. Her relationship with Adji was not smooth – that’s what Sister Intan told Inka. When Adji needed a new architect to design the hotel and resort project he was working on, a friend of his who is also an architect recommended a young, beautiful architect with outstanding achievements. It turned out the recommended person was Inka. This unexpected meeting made Adji unable to take his heart off Inka – and would Inka feel the same way even though Adji is her brother-in-law? Meanwhile, without Adji’s knowledge, Intan is still in contact with her ex-boyfriend. Want to know if they will eventually be attracted to each other and how their relationship will develop next?
Deameriawan · 4.5k Views

The Trident's Obsession: Claimed By Three

[Warning: R18+ Content] I thought I was going to die. So I chose to be remembered. One night. One drink. One sin I could never take back. But the men I met at the bar weren’t strangers. They were The Trident… three ruthless heirs of the Corvanni Dynasty, the most feared mafia bloodline alive. Draven. Silent, merciless, a predator cloaked in shadows. Lucian. Calculative, hauntingly beautiful, a devil with a silver tongue. And Azriel. Wild, reckless, dangerously addictive. They don’t ask. They take. And now they want me… completely. Their obsession burns hotter than their empire. Their touch is forbidden, but I can’t resist. Because the deeper I fall, the clearer it becomes… I’m not just their desire. I’m their ruin. Excerpt ********** “Run if you want, Jade.” The nickname rolled off Lucian’s tongue like a promise and a threat, one no one had ever dared call me before. My breath hitched, legs trembling, but before I could take a step, Draven’s hand closed around my wrist… iron, unyielding. “You think you can walk away after tasting us?” His voice was quiet, deadly, sending shivers straight to my core. Azriel leaned in from behind, his lips brushing the shell of my ear as his laughter burned through me. “Sweetheart, we don’t chase what’s already ours. And you, little Jade…” his teeth grazed my skin, “…you belong to the Trident now.” Azriel’s fingers tilted my chin up, his grin sinful, dangerous, carved just for me. “Tell me, Jade,” he purred, voice thick with lust, “what do you want?” Heat scorched my skin, my lips parting, but no words came. My body betrayed me, trembling against the wall of Draven’s chest while Lucian’s hand traced lazy circles on my thigh, teasing, tormenting. Azriel’s laugh was low, filthy. “No, sweetheart. Don’t just tremble for us. Say it.” His thumb brushed my lower lip, slow, taunting. “Say what you want. Say you want our hands, our mouths, our cocks… say it, and I’ll give you everything.” Draven’s breath was at my neck, steady, lethal. “Careful,” he murmured, “once you speak it aloud, there’s no going back.” Lucian’s whisper slid against my ear, silken poison. “And when you do, Jade, you’ll never remember what it felt like to be untouched.” My mouth opened before my brain could reason… “I want you,” I whispered. Draven’s hand tightened, Lucian’s eyes darkened, Azriel laughed as if the world had finally given him his prize. Three bodies pressed in, heat and danger wrapping me like a cage I couldn’t escape. Didn’t want to escape. My heart screamed to run, but my body whispered the truth. I wanted them… All of them. ********** Three men. One woman. A love story carved in blood and obsession.
Nyx_Rae · 6.6k Views

Personal Stripper To The Mafia Lord

BLURB His hand slides up my thigh, making my little pussy tingle with pleasure. “What are… you doing? Please… i” I whisper wanting for more even though I don't know what he is doing to me. “This is your punishment.” His tongue finds my nipple. He teases my nipple hard with tongue before biting it….hard. “Mmmhhhh! Ahhh!!!” I moan both in pleasure and pain, as I feel something slide down my pussy. My pussy juices as I am fucking wet! ******** ​THE DEBT WAS DUE. THE PRICE WAS HER SOUL. Gemma Russell is drowning in debt left behind by her presumed-dead twin brother. To save her sister, Chloe, from the unforgiving hands of the underworld, Gemma is forced to trade her public stage for a private cage. ​Leonardo Romano, also known as “The mad billionaire” by most people, is the most cold, untouchable Mafia Lord in the country, a man whose legitimate trillion-dollar empire masks a dark criminal syndicate. He is also a man haunted and plagued by severe trauma, he hasn't slept properly in years. ​He doesn't want Gemma for pleasure. He wants her for her function. She is his SensorAnchor...the one living, breathing thing whose fierce presence and steady rhythm can soothe the madness in his mind and grant him fragile, temporary peace. ​But their volatile arrangement is immediately shattered as anonymous threats flood Leonardo's system, threatening to collapse his world and expose his darkest secrets to the SEC. ​Just as the volatile heat between them begins to blur the lines of possession and primal desire, a ruthless betrayal rips Gemma from the mansion. ​Now, Leonardo launches a merciless war to reclaim the one woman who gave him silence. ​The Reaper will retrieve his property, but when they meet again, will she be his submissive Anchor/stripper... or the Mafia Queen who demands the crown?
Omaberry · 6.7k Views