possessive

Vessara was never meant to stand out. She’s quiet and always overlooked. She had spent her life learning to survive by staying quiet, by pleasing others, and by never asking for more than she’s given. Her world crumbled when she was sold like property to the cold, ruthless, terrifying, and most feared wolf in the realm. Alpha Vael’Runn of House of Vaeroth, the Alpha of the Nightwalker pack. A monster who has spent years burying every trace of humanity beneath power, violence, and control. Vael learned early that mercy is a weakness. Love is a liability. And nothing has ever been powerful enough to shake the monster he had become. But with the council desperately demanding an heir, he’s forced to play along with the cruel arrangement. The plan was simple: Accept the woman fit to be Luna. Give her a room in the packhouse. Never play a grateful groom. Children carrying his bloodline. And act only when necessary. Beyond that, she would get nothing from him. No affection. No commitment. No expectation of love. But as their worlds keep colliding, something about Vessara keeps unsettling him. Her fragile innocence refused to fade into the background of his world. And she awakens something he has buried long ago. When a Ruthless Alpha decides something belongs to him, how far will he go to keep it? Will Vessara become more than a possession? Perhaps a weakness Vael cannot afford? Will she remain silent and survive like she used to or risk everything to awaken the man beneath the monster? EXCERPT Vael closed the gap with calm, predatory grace. His free hand snaked around her waist and pulled her against his chest. Her body reacted instantly, breath hitching and heart slamming against her ribs. A rush of wetness slicked her inner thighs. “Who did you think of when you touched yourself?” Vael murmured, rolling the glass in his hand. The ice clinked softly. She didn’t answer at first. Vael’s grip tightened, possessive. “Tell me, Vessara.” Her eyes snapped up. “You,” she whispered, voice trembling. “Only you.” His jaw tightened, eyes flooding with raw lust. He drained the glass in one swallow, the burn nothing compared to the fire in his veins. Setting it down, he looked at Vessara with pure possession. “I want to watch everything you did alone, thinking of me.” He muttered, his gaze traveling to her lips. “Show me how you fucked yourself to thoughts of my cock.” Her face flushed crimson. “You…you want to watch me have a solo orgasm?” He let out a dark chuckle. “Unless you don’t want me to.” She gulped, mind spinning with filthy images; His eyes on her spread pussy, watching her stretch and come undone. The hesitation melted into throbbing need. Her clit pulsed. Vael didn’t wait for her response. He stepped back. “Strip.” Vessara obeyed, fingers shaking as she peeled the silk nightdress over her head. It dropped to the floor, leaving her naked. Vael groaned low in his throat, the sound vibrating through his chest. His cock twitched hard in his trousers at the sight of her smooth skin, pink folds swollen and slick, and the curve of her ass begging to be gripped. “Get the toys. On the bed. Now.” BOOK ONE OF THE “FERAL BOND” SERIES. CONTENT WARNING: This is an Erotic Werewolf Book. It contains BDSM, GAY/LESBIAN SEX, triggers scenes of abuse, and a dark, obsessive, and possessive male lead.

Lìngxiāo is the same boy Chóng Fēi believed he had killed indirectly by exposing him. Since the time Lìngxiāo was Eighteen, he has carried a strange condition that never lets him show pain or anger. As an independent exorcist with no controlling clan above him, he roams the land with three burning aims: to save the common people from darkness, to clear his own name—from his own father's murder—and to unravel the mystery behind the man who raised him before disappearing right after he learned to stand on his own. Was his father killed? Or was there something deeper than that? Who was that bloodless "uncle" who used to teach him what is distraction and what is destination? Were those teasing words—"A wave of pleasure"—something more than what he took too long to understand? Soon, his destiny took an unexpected turn. His hometown Yún Xi calls him back—not as who he used to be, but as a professional exorcist. A town haunted by a Red Robe Ghost, where no exorcist who answered the call has ever survived. When Lìngxiāo arrives, a silent surprise awaits him. Nineteen souls. Twenty deaths. But wasn't it supposed to be only one ghost—the one hunting the very heir of the clan in nightmares? That heir is Chóng Fēi. He has spent fifteen years carrying the weight of a death he believes he caused—the death of Xiǎo Lìng, the boy who once protected him from his father's cruelty. He has spent fifteen years loyal to a ghost. He has spent fifteen years trapped between his father's control and the skull mummy who haunts his every step. Now, Chóng Fēi finds himself drawn to the mysterious, perpetually smiling exorcist. Something about Lìngxiāo feels familiar. Something about him makes Chóng Fēi want to trust—and want to run. He doesn't know that the man he's falling for is the same boy he's been mourning. During the investigation—through a ballad of needles and fear, all for the sake of keeping the heir alive—Chóng Fēi's one-sided longing grows into deep love. It becomes his reason to walk slower. To share belongings. To share his trauma. And Lìngxiāo, who has been searching for answers about his father and his uncle, begins to realize that the demonic energy haunting Yún Xi isn't just around him. It's around Chóng Fēi too. The ghosts are not the villains. They are victims of someone else—a mastermind who has been watching, waiting, pulling the strings. And there is more than one. The unknown one seems to be above the other. Can someone who roots for power and legacy move for the songbird whose nature is flying around, searching for his origin? And who even bothered enough to raise a hopeless boy without purpose—only to leave just when he had started to fly high and wanted to hear that simple "Do not worry, boy"? Let's find out on the surface of tears and smiles—which is not even the start or the end, but the middle of something far more complicated but ends into someone else's epic—Black Peacock's Tearstone Cultivation. (will come soon : connects to all spin offs) Bonus book: For The Four Arms, One Soul [a book inspired by Chóng Fēi's shelf! say thanks to him for being such a story bug!] Epitaph Of The Patriarch Yīlíng—another spin off would be launched after this book is finished or close to finishing.

Loki Laufeyson has lost almost everything, his family, his place in Asgard, and the trust of nearly everyone who once called him prince. So when Odin decides that an arranged marriage to the princess of Vanaheim might keep Loki out of trouble and strengthen the realms, neither of them gets much say in the matter. She has known Loki since they were children. Now she is expected to marry him and somehow pretend this is all perfectly reasonable? What begins with formal smiles and painfully polite conversations doesn't stay that way for long. Forced into each other's company, the two discover that arguing comes far more naturally than pretending not to care. “You are my wife. You do what I say.” “Oh, please. I’m the older one, and very clearly the wiser one.” And somewhere between the bickering, stolen glances, and a marriage neither of them chose, Loki starts wondering when exactly his greatest inconvenience became the one person he cannot imagine losing. Perhaps the trickster's heart was never meant to be won.

The sequel to Hunting the Field Guide. Kellen thought that his troubles were over. He'd dealt with the issue of the Poison Gate, he'd saved his sister, and he found out the location of where his trusty fellow Field Guide was located. As far as he was concerned, things were finally looking up for him. He could finally, finally live out the peaceful life he'd wished for when he'd first left the Front Lines. But then the E.A.G. reared it's old head. A hydra, a beast that just wouldn't die, Kellen was at his damn wit's end. All he wanted was to live out the life he'd literally carved out for himself. He just wanted to be happy with his Captain. Why was it so damn hard? ~ Meanwhile, Brent Jameson just wanted to be left alone. A man who knew he could have exceptional talent, Brent just wanted to do what he loved. Sleep around, escort people through Gates, and drink his problems away whenever he wanted to. He did not want to be the new Head of a Guild. That sounded like the exact opposite of what a man like him would want to do. He also didn't want to be attached. Maybe Kellen was right and he had a type, and maybe he avoided that kind of person, but hey, he was just a guy. He couldn't be with someone when he was worried at any minute that he could be teleported away from them and dropped into the ocean. Hell, it was dangerous for him to even have friends. Now that he was back 'home' with his lovely, wonderful family, he knew that he had made the right choice. Brent was better off alone.

To the person reading this book, I am about to reveal the story of the man who came in at my estate as a guest. He, who was nothing but an enigma, brought both death and fear to my peaceful life. He is not human. - Cordelia

One night. One betrayal. One ruthless savior. In a single night, Evelyn Meyers went from the city’s Golden Heiress to a homeless outcast. Her fiancé didn’t just break her heart, he shattered her world. Framed by her best friend and waking up in the bed of a cold-blooded stranger, Evelyn’s nightmare was only beginning. Her grandmother is dead. Her father is behind bars. And the only man who can save her is the one she should fear most. "Sign the contract, Evelyn. Become my wife, and I will give you the heads of everyone who wronged you." The deal is simple: Vengeance in exchange for her freedom. He offers her a throne built on the ruins of her enemies,. He is ruthless. He is possessive. And he is the only one who can help her burn the world down. But as Evelyn navigates the path of revenge, she discovers that her husband’s love might be more dangerous than her enemies’ hate.

They wanted a villain, so I became one. Publicly humiliated and cast aside, Lina became an easy target after she was rejected by her fated mate, Kain, the Alpha's son. Used by those in power, blamed for things she didn't do, and abandoned when she needed protection the most, her first life ended violently and unfairly. But that wasn't the end. She was reborn into several years in the past with the memories of her death intact, and was aware of everything that would happen. Lina refuses to make the same choices again. This time, she keeps her distance, hardens herself, and stops trying to be good for people who never valued her. But no matter how careful she threads, fate still tied her down to the same person. Only this time, she had two fated mates instead of one, Kain's twin brother, Louis. And despite having rejected her and ruined her life previously, Kain is now desperate to reclaim her. However, as the saying goes, once bitten, twice shy. Lina refuses to fall back in her old ways again. He may want her back, but it doesn't mean she will still be there, waiting for him. Excerpt (Lina's POV) "You want an answer right? Fine…" I shot back, my expression hardening. "I feel nothing for you. Besides, aren't you already engaged? What more do you want from a lowly slave like me?" my words came out harsh, not because I meant to sound harsh, I just….I couldn't take the risk, not with a Winston. My fate could end up just like before, if I dared to let myself waver. I noticed his expression harden, his eyes turning cold as he quietly moves away to let me pass. I didn't waste another second there. I rushed out of his quarters, my eyes burning as I tried to hold back my tears. The emotions welling up inside me, so much pain than I've ever felt before, sadness….these couldn't be mine. I froze where I stood, clutching my chest as the emotions overwhelmed me. It was at that moment that it dawned on me. He was actually in love with me. But how? When? I don't understand. What in the world is going on, why had events become so unpredictable, so many things had changed I don't even know what to do anymore. If Louis was in love with me, then…maybe I finally had a chance to use him to change my fate. Carla has already proposed this, but I was afraid I'll end up being betrayed, used and then cast aside just like the past. But this was different now, he loves me.That makes him a risk… and an opportunity.... I just needed to use him to change my fate, I didn't have to love him back. Using him meant crossing a line I swore I never would. It meant becoming something I despised. But what was the alternative? I don't know what came over me, but I turned around, heading back into the room where I found him laying on the bed. He sat up in a hurry as I barged into the room, his eyes wide with surprise. He obviously wasn't expecting me to come back. "You—" he stopped himself, pushing himself upright. "Why are you here? " I didn't answer immediately. I stood there, staring at him, noticing the tension in his shoulders, the way his jaw clenched like he was bracing himself for rejection all over again. "I lied," I said finally.

Cassie Black, the daughter of Lord Voldemort and Bellatrix Lestrange, has wanted nothing more than to become an Auror. During her seventh year at Hogwarts, she must deal not only with Minister Fudge's mistrust of her true intentions, but Dumbledore's unending manipulation to get what he wants. Her blossoming attraction to lifetime friend Professor Snape, who she assumes will be horrified if he finds out her true feelings, threatens to ruin everything she holds dear. (Starts during Sorceror's Stone. Severus x Original Female Character).

Olivia transmigrated from the apocalypse to the modern era. Not only that, her dimension and superpower came along with her. She felt that the good days were about to begin. But before she could be happy for even three days, the internet was flooded with posts slandering her. Advertisers and directors want to terminate her contracts, and her company wants to blacklist her? How could this be? She wanted to use the money to enjoy modern life to the fullest. Without money, how could she enjoy anything? So, who's slandering her online? I'll find you and dig up all your dirty secrets. Who wants to terminate her contract? Terminate it immediately. After termination, she'll go on to endorse international luxury brands instead. Terminating the script contract? Good, that's great! If the contract isn't terminated, how can she film the blockbuster drama of the year and win awards with it? Modern life is so wonderful, eating and drinking every day. There's just one tiny problem. Why are there suddenly two babies growing in her belly? And who is this ridiculously handsome man who appeared out of nowhere, claiming to be their father?

Before marrying Silas, Joyce had only met him three times. A marriage of convenience, a secret agreement, for a term of three years. She's fresh off a heartbreak — the man she chased for years told her they "weren't a good match." Silas has his own baggage: rumor says he's still hung up on a white moonlight who happens to look just like Joyce. So that's all she is. A substitute. ** In the second year of their marriage, on Joyce's birthday, she drank too much and, in front of everyone, tugged on his tie, pinning him underneath her: "You look... a lot like my husband." The Thorne family's second master, known for being rational and unfeeling, was flustered by her that night. He leaned in close to her ear and coaxed in a low voice, "Be good." The next day Joyce woke up to find her lips were swollen. This… Who did this! When she went to question him, she discovered Silas's lip was bitten. He stared at her and said slowly, "You crossed the line first." ** The scandal leaked. At a party, her ex-boyfriend stepped in: "She's mine. Who dares talk?" Then Silas walked in. The room went silent. "Yours? Since when?" "Joyce, tell me. Whose are you?" So much for the secret marriage. So much for being a substitute. This was supposed to be fake… wasn't it?

The Keaton Family of Veridia, possessing a fortune of hundreds of billions, controls the economic lifeblood of the entire city. Preston Keaton, the head of the Keaton Family, is a refined and gentle man, self-restrained and courteous, exuding an extraordinary noble air with every move—a perfect gentleman. Evelyn Grant had once seen him from a distance at a banquet. The man was surrounded by a crowd, his features handsome and refined, his demeanor cultured and elegant—he was like the unattainable moon in the sky. She never imagined he would notice someone like her. She certainly never imagined being cornered by him, trapped like prey with nowhere to run. Panicked and helpless, she said, "I have someone I like!" The man lowered his gaze, trapping her in his embrace with a faint, soft laugh. "I know, but..." "So what." —— Evelyn knew the truth from the start. A woman of her status had no future with Preston Keaton. So when she finally decided to leave, she was calm. But she was blocked at the door by Preston. The man forced her back step by step, his smiling expression sending a chill through Evelyn's entire body. An intimate kiss landed on her forehead, his voice chillingly cold, "I'm sorry, babe." His smile vanished completely, replaced by a suffocating sense of pressure and loss of control. "You can't leave."

In her past life, Su Yaoguang bought Xiao Yanci, supported his education, and helped him rise to great heights. She became his wife. Everyone praised him for never abandoning the farm girl who funded his rise. Su Yaoguang also believed she had found a good man. Unexpectedly, when she was seriously ill, she saw Xiao Yanci bring his first love and a child who resembled them both to her bedside. "Dad, mom, when will this person die?" the child asked, holding Xiao Yanci's hand. Xiao Yanci responded, "Soon, just wait a bit longer." That was the moment she realized: she had wasted her entire life on the wrong man. Returning to the age of fifteen, Su Yaoguang pointed at the bloody young boy: "I want him." In her past life, no matter what she gave Xiao Yanci, she only received a cold expression. This time, the young boy, like a wolf cub, dropped his guard; everything Sister gifted was the best. Sweet as milk. Devoted beyond reason. He melted her completely. Until one day, the young boy took a high position. Not wanting history to repeat itself, Su Yaoguang packed her things and slipped away at night, only to run into a man as noble and unattainable as a deity. "I've heard you call us siblings everywhere. Good sister, shouldn't we change what we call each other?"

"This is the first time—and the last." That's what Asher Keating told her, cold-faced and buttoning his shirt, after one night he never should have had. Leah Sinclair was no one. A broke college student buried in debt after her grandmother's surgery, selling her evenings at a high-end escort club just to survive. She wasn't supposed to end up in his bed. He wasn't supposed to come back. But he did. After the second time and the third, Leah cursed viciously in her heart: "Damn man! You really can't trust a word men say." Many years later, Asher looked at Leah sleeping beside him and sighed to himself: "Sure enough, you shouldn't be with the same woman more than three times, or you'll really be in for it." Was it possession... or affection? A choice that began as a transaction but became true love, with only the wish... to never forget their original intentions.

"And now for our final auction item!" Inside the underground auction house, the host's impassioned voice rang out, the entire venue suddenly went dark, a moment later...

Three years ago— Georgia Thorne had just been accepted into Portmire University, and just as she was looking forward to her future life, a bolt of lightning shattered all her beautiful dreams...

Love stories about magical winged creatures

It is rumored that the Young Lord Lockwood, who is not fond of women, suddenly got married, and pampered his little wife repeatedly. "Uncle, I have someone I like, he is tall, mighty, and handsome!" She stayed in the world he built for her with his chest, weakly resisting. On his handsome face was a devilish, wicked smile, "Madam, the person you had a crush on when you were young, is me!"

She, breathtaking and indifferently gentle, soft and adorably clueless. She was a Divine Doctor who could bring the dying back to life, and also a poison expert who killed without trace! She possessed a pair of clairvoyant eyes, and also a body filled with mysterious vital energy! People said: Even Yama Raja had to give way to those An Yiqing wished to save! He, cold and aloof, stunningly handsome like a deity. He was the most outstanding descendant of the Ancient Martial Arts Families and also the youngest general of Xuanjin Country! He was an emperor who emerged from darkness and blood, holding great power and deciding over life and death! When the gently indifferent her and the cold and proud him met, what kind of sparks would they ignite? Affection chapter: An Yiqing asked, "Hm, I heard you like me?" Gu Yelin stiffened, "Yes!" An Yiqing's eyes fell, her voice flat, "But I can't be with you." "Reason." Gu Yelin's voice was dark and heavy; his heart clenched in pain—he had been poisoned, and only this little white rabbit in front of him was the cure! "Master said I have an incurable disease." "If you live, I live; if you die, I die!" Gu Yelin's voice was low and resolute. An Yiqing's downcast eyes gradually reddened, and the corners of her mouth curled slightly, "Every time I see you, my heart races, I struggle to breathe, and my cheeks turn red. Master said that's the incurable disease, and only you can heal me." Gu Yelin's dark eyes surged with waves of joy and excitement, like a surging undercurrent. ...Only she could cure his poison, and only he was the medicine for her. Underdog chapter: At the banquet Qin Jia: "Who do you think you are? Just an orphan with no parents, what right do you have to cling to Young Master Gu's side?" An Yiqing's eyes swept over coldly, a mocking smile on her lips, "Relying on you who would be nothing without the Qin Family, relying on me who could pinch you to death with one hand!” “You slut!"— Qin Jia, furious, raised her hand to slap An Yiqing. "Sick of living!" Suddenly, a pair of iron-like hands gripped Qin Jia's arm tightly; he had only left for a moment. Who was this blind person daring to bully his treasure? Qin Jia roared resentfully, "Young Master Gu, why are you doing this to me? She's just a wild child with no parents!" "Who dares to say that the An Family's only jewel is a wild child?!" A furious rebuke erupted like a thunderclap, shaking the entire banquet. Baby chapter: The plump Little Bun wriggled his little bottom, his glutinous voice carrying a complaint, "Daddy, why won't you let me sleep with Mommy?" Gu Yelin's mouth twitched, "You are a man, you cannot cling to my wife." "Hmph! Jealous men are so annoying!" Little Bun mumbled, "The Uncle Duan who came to see Mommy yesterday is nice, so is the Uncle Bai who I met last week, and there's Uncle Li who gave me a big red envelope during the New Year and that pretty auntie, they are all nicer to me than Daddy!" Third Young Master Gu's temples throbbed. Why, even though his adorable little white rabbit was married, did those wolves with greed in their eyes still not give up? Men were one thing, but even women were trying to get involved! Third Young Master Gu felt aggrieved; the road to being a henpecked husband is long and arduous~ ************************************ The author says: This story slightly incorporates special abilities with fantasy elements. Every place name, medical term, and jargon used within the context of gambling-stone craft is all fictional. Industry insiders, please do not criticize, thank you!~

[Trigger Warning: This semi dark fantasy romance contains few mature themes.] SYNOPSIS: •A WORLD BUILT ON LIES• Long ago, humans lived unaware of the supernatural beings hidden among them—werewolves with their primal instincts, witches whispering spells in the dark, and elves with their ancient, watchful eyes. For centuries, they coexisted in fragile silence. Then, everything shattered. Near the shadow-drenced woods of the Shadow pack kingdom, human traveler stumbled upon a gruesome scene: an old woman’s lifeless body, her skin ashen, her wounds gaping like accusations. A few paces away lay a dead werewolf, its throat ripped open, its muzzle still flecked with blood. The truth was undeniable—monsters walked among them. Fear ignited war. Humans, armed with fire and steel, hunted the supernatural races. Witches and elves were dragged into the slaughter, their homes burned, their people butchered. The bloodshed raged until King Alfred V of the Amethyst Kingdom stood before the four Werewolf Kings—Silverhowl, Crimsonheart, Shadow, and Atlassian —and offered a deal drenched in poison. A sacrifice for peace. Every twenty years, each human family would surrender a daughter to the werewolves. And in return, the future Alpha Kings must wed a human—or the war would reignite. The werewolves agreed. The witches and elves retreated, their hatred festering like an open wound. The world remained fractured, its peace a fragile lie. --- •THE PROPHECY OF FIRE• In the hidden Blaze Tribe, where crimson eyes burned like embers, the seer Prophetia foresaw annihilation. "Our people will fall," she rasped, her voice trembling. "But from the ashes, a girl will rise—the one who will bring true peace… and the one they will slaughter for it." The tribe made a desperate pact. They would cast a spell—a curse of forgotten memory—erasing their existence from the world’s mind. Their souls would be the price, but their legacy would live on in Ovelia, the child of prophecy. The night the Blaze Tribe fell, Ovelia’s parents hid her in the whispering forest, their hands shaking as they sealed a goddess—Firera—inside her infant body. Then, they turned to face their doom. --- •FATE’S CRUEL WHISPER• Ace Draven—half-werewolf, half-witch prince of Silverhowl—had never believed in destiny. Until he found a crying infant in the forest. His wolf, Fenrir, howled in recognition. A crimson thread shimmered between them—mates. But Firera, watching from within Ovelia’s soul, snarled. "She’s a child. This is too soon." With a flick of her wrist and spell, she tore the memory from Ace’s mind, leaving only an empty ache in his chest. --- •TWENTY YEARS LATER: A SACRIFICE IGNITES• Ovelia has spent her life as a slave, raised by the cruel mayor of Timberline Village—a man who would gladly sacrifice her to spare his own daughter. The night of the sacrifice, the air reeks of damp earth and iron. Torches flicker as the werewolves emerge from the shadows. And then—Ace Draven steps forward. Their eyes meet. Fenrir *howls*. Ace’s claws unsheathe, his breath ragged. He doesn’t understand why his wolf is clawing at his ribs, why his pulse hammers at the sight of this stranger. But the bond between them burns hotter than vengeance. Ovelia doesn’t know him. He doesn’t recognize her. And yet, their souls scream in unison.