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Ivana Moore's a stunning woman with a presence that commands attention, her raven black hair cascades down her back like a waterfall of night, framing her heart shaped face and accentuating her piercing emerald eyes. Finds herself entangled in a complicated contract marriage with Kacy Lilard's, a union that benefits both their family business interests. Kacy Lilard's a man whose presence is as captivating as his piercing blue eyes, embodies a potent mix of confidence, sophistication and seduction, with his chiseled features and charismatic smile. Kacy exudes an aura of power, wealth and allure, drawing ivana in with a irresistible force, his playboy reputation precedes him, but beneath the surface lies a possessive intensity that becomes apparent when someone threatens those he care about. As they navigate their new reality, Ivana finds herself drawn to Kacy's charming and doting nature. However she's hesitant to express her feelings, fearing that kacy might not reciprocate her love. Unknown to her that he has developed feelings for her during their two month honeymoon. As the story unfolds Kacy's action will reveal his true emotions, leaving ivana to navigate the complexities of their relationship.

In the world of Alphas, power is law and mates are claimed, not chosen. One reckless night binds her to a pack ruled by violence and secrets. Marked by an Alpha who thrives on control, desired by others who refuse to let fate decide for them, she becomes the spark that ignites old rivalries and new wars. Each Alpha wants something different. Protection. Possession. Revenge. None of them are willing to lose. As the mate bond tightens and blood is spilled in her name, she learns the truth love is not the danger. Power is. Because in a world where Alphas never share, the greatest sin is wanting more than one… and surviving it.

Two hundred years ago, a prophecy revealed the coming of the Seventh Bond, a rare, powerful connection that would tie the soul of the Cursed Beast King to his one true mate. King Zarek waited two long centuries for this soulmate, only to discover she is the one thing he despises most. A human. Eliora knows nothing about magic, curses, or ancient prophecies. All she wants is a peaceful life with her parents, until she loses her home and is taken to the immortal king who claims her as his. Zarek is cold, feared, and dangerous, the most powerful king Eldfrost has had. His beast is violent, unpredictable, and fiercely possessive. Eliora fears him. Zarek refuses to let her go. Will she run from the bond or step into the destiny that could unravel everything?

Chained in silver and hunted, Serena collapses into the arms of the Alpha Prince of Drakenfell. Mine. Mate. But she doesn't hear it. A year in silver chains left her wolf silent. She has no idea what she is to him. They thought she was an omega. A runt he dragged home out of pity. She is neither. Dragons bow to her. A mark burns on her arm. Ancient power answers her call. She is the Dragon Queen reborn. The woman Dexmon's soul has reached for across lifetimes. But he's betrothed to the daughter of the man who kept her in chains. So he stays silent and watches her become the most dangerous temptation in the realm. His betrothed will kill to keep him. His court wants her gone. They think she's prey. They're wrong. "I'm not a little bitch." When the same dark forces that destroyed her pack move against Drakenfell, Serena refuses to let history repeat. Not in this life.

[Mature Content R18+] [Slow-Burn Dark Romance] 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 with slow-burn smut. 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.

Emperor Kassian is not a man; he is a nightmare fueled by fire. Cursed by the "Eternal Ember," his blood boils with a scorching heat that drives him to madness. To keep his sanity, he slaughters. To cool his burning veins, he destroys. For years, the Red Tyrant hasn't slept a single night, his mind teetering on the edge of total collapse. Vera is a street-smart thief who knows only one rule: steal to survive. When she breaks into the Imperial Palace, she expects to leave with a bag full of gold. Instead, she stumbles into the Emperor’s forbidden chamber and finds herself face-to-face with the monster himself. But just as death seems inevitable, a single drop of Vera’s blood falls, and the impossible happens. The scent of her blood doesn't drive him to kill; it calms him. Her touch doesn't burn; it freezes. Due to a mysterious artifact she swallowed as a child, Vera is the only living antidote to Kassian’s curse. For the first time, the Tyrant sleeps—but only if she is in his arms. Now, Vera is no longer a thief but a prisoner in the Emperor’s bed. She is his medicine, his obsession, and his only lifeline. Trapped in a palace full of enemies who want her dead and a monster who craves her very essence, Vera must find a way to escape. But as Kassian’s hunger turns from blood to desire, she realizes that the safest place in the kingdom might be the most dangerous place of all: the Tyrant's embrace.

Title: Cursed: The Surgeon & The Virgin Artist (Tagline: She draws sin, but he is her salvation... or her doom?) The Devil (Jeremy): He taught her every pose, every threshold of desire, and unlocked every sensitive zone of her body. He took a blank canvas and stained it with the colors of forbidden lust. But he never intended to shelter her from the storm he created. The Savior (Liam): He offered her the most exquisite love and a silent, powerful protection. He wanted to wash away the mud clinging to her soul and polish her into the finest silk. Scarlett is a fallen artist with a mountain of debt. To clear her name and survive, she accepts a humiliating bet from her ex-boyfriend: become the city's top erotic manga artist in two years, or lose her dignity forever. There is just one problem: Scarlett is a virgin. She can draw perfect lines, but she knows nothing about the heat of real desire. Desperate, she meets Dr. Liam, a cold, mysterious surgeon with eyes like the deep ocean. He is a man who saves lives by day... but has his own dark hungers by night. He offers her a deal. He will be her "teacher." He will show her everything she needs to know about pleasure, pain, and surrender. But as the lessons turn into reality, Scarlett realizes she is falling into a trap more dangerous than her debt. "I can fix your art, Scarlett. But once I start, I won't stop until you are completely mine."

[Matured Content: Crime/R18. ABO world.] Rihan had always been an intense oddball.... an enigma in every sense. Since childhood, he carried an obsessive fascination with death, a trait that made him both feared and misunderstood. To survive in a world already unsettled by his nature, he disguised himself as an Alpha, hiding what he truly was. Yet despite his strangeness, or perhaps because of it, he rose to become one of the most sought-after detectives in the country. But his carefully constructed life begins to unravel when he is pulled into a new kind of case. One where the seeker becomes the pursued. This killer isn’t just leaving bodies behind; he’s leaving messages for Rihan. Kang Taeryn, an assassin whose trail is written in blood, has been watching him for years. To Taeryn, Rihan isn’t a detective to be outwitted, he’s the prize, his obsession, the inevitable endgame. Now, as the line between predator and prey blurs, Rihan must confront himself… and the dangerous devotion of a killer who swears Rihan belongs to him. **** Crazy, golden retriever Alpha who has eyes only for his Enigma. Cold, yandere Enigma. Tags: gore, actions, crime, murders, disabled characters, mental illness, mature, thriller, slice of life, investigations, face slapping etc

Ever wondered what you'd do if you were dropped into a shitty novel as the girl who's scheduled to die? No magic system. No second chances. No comforting narration assuring you everything happens for a reason. Just bad writing and worse men But if this world thinks it can erase me quietly, it has misunderstood the assignment. I don't belong to its romance, its tragedy, or its redemption arc. I am a foreign object in its machinery. And stories break when something refuses to fit.

One drunk mistake. One wrong room. The right man? ​Eunice thought she could escape after accidentally sleeping with the most dangerous man in the city, Hart Matthew. She ran away before he woke up, thinking she was safe... until she realized she left her Employee ID card in his bed. ​She prayed he wouldn't find her. She prayed she could forget that night. ​But two months later, she is staring at a positive pregnancy test. Twins. ​And Hart? He isn’t just looking for her. He is turning the city upside down to find the only woman who can cure his insomnia.

Anna thought her life ended the moment she saw her husband, Daniel Clafford, in the arms of her sister. She had already lost her unborn child something Daniel never even noticed and now, with her last shred of hope shattered, she decided to leave quietly. But fate was cruel. Before she could walk away, she was pushed off the balcony of the Clafford estate. Only… she didn’t die. When she opened her eyes again, she was back on the day of her wedding, her sister having run away and Anna forced to take her place as the replacement bride. This time, Anna swore things would be different. No love. No expectations. No more foolish devotion to a husband who only brought her heartbreak and cold indifference. Yet something is wrong. The Daniel of this life isn’t the same man she remembers. He refuses to ignore her, refuses to let her go, and most shockingly—refuses to divorce her. “I’m telling you, Anna. Stop bringing divorce into our conversations,” Daniel warned, his voice taut. His heart ached, but seeing her unyielding expression made his resolve crumble. With trembling hands, he cupped her face and whispered: “Please… give me a chance. I promise I’ll love you right this time.” But Anna only laughed bitterly. To her, Daniel Clafford was still the same man—wicked, calculating, dangerous. He married her with a motive. And now he dared beg her to stay? Dream on, Daniel Clafford. Because this time… Anna was determined to make him taste his own medicine.

She missed the last bus home. The street was empty. And her phone lit up with a message from an unknown number: "Don't go home tonight." At first, she thought it was prank--until a mysterious girl in black coat appeared out of nowhere, looked at her like she already knew her, and whispered: "You should listen." That same night, someone broke into her house. Someone who knew her routine. Someone who was waiting. As danger closes in, the stranger keeps appearing at the right moment... protecting her, warming her, watching her. But who is she? How does she know so much? And why does her presence feel like a memory she can't reach? In a world of secrets, shadows and silent threats, two girls are pulled together by fate--or something far darker. A GL mystery-thriller about warnings, obsession and the girl who knew her before she ever met her.

She walks into Classroom 12 like a stranger. But something in her eyes feels painfully familiar. When a quiet transfer student arrives, memories begin to surface -- memories that don't belong to anyone alive. As emotions unravel and secrets claw their way out, one girl must confront the truth: Is love strong enough to survive what the mind forgets? A slow-burn GL psychological drama about memory, obsession and the haunting pull of a forgotten connection.

A wolfless half-human hybrid. That was all Harper Gray amounted to. To escape her family’s relentless abuse, Harper took the first chance to flee the moment her pack came under attack. But in the rubble of chaos and ruin, she found her mate. Unfortunately, she hadn’t expected the Moon Goddess to match her with the most notorious killer of the land― Damon Valentine, the alpha of the very same pack that decimated her own. Tales of his cruel misdeeds had spread far and wide. Every werewolf knew the name; even some humans feared it, and Harper was no exception. She had no plans of being mated to someone as terrifying as Damon Valentine, and she would do anything to break the bond. However, Damon Valentine had no plans of letting his little mate go. Captured, Harper was brought back to Damon’s pack― not as his future Luna, but as his pack’s newest slave. To complicate matters further, Damon wasn’t the only man the Moon Goddess had matched Harper with. Blaise Valentine — Damon’s twin brother — also had an interest in their new pet slave. The Valentine brothers had their share of conflicts but agreed on one thing: they would never let Harper go. ― Warning: - Dubcon - R18 themes ― Discord Server: https://discord.gg/7HAMK2bRYU

Mature content: ‘You are not my craving my dear, you are my obsession.’ “ She was our light and we were her darkness—- and just like every opposites we were obsessed with the idea of having her.” The Evil Empress, the one whose life was filled with debauchery and betrayal to her mates was supposed to die tonight. Being the Empress of the Dragniere Empire and the mother to all dragons, she was supposed to live a life where she lived for her people and the country, her exquisite powers were alone enough to make her the ruler of the entire continent and with her face that was as beautiful as a shining pearl in the moonlight, with hair as fine as Pima, and her curves so luscious that any man would have died of desire with just one glimpse. With powers that were beyond humans, shrouded with the air of aristocracy and with a personality that was as cruel as Medusa, The Evil Empress continued to rule over the people of her Empire with her tyranny. Brianna Cage, nicknamed ‘ Bree, The hellion’ for the convenience of her acquaintances was a rowdy young woman. She had a fierce sense of justice, she was dependable and despite not being the most beautiful woman in her department, she was sought out by a lot of men because of her alluring nature, she rejected them all because in truth she was in love with —— all the Daddies in the comic books she has read. Behind her aloof and dependable persona resided a Weeb who was always cheering on the characters of her favourite books. One day she came upon the book ‘ The Maid’s route of survival of the fittest’ and decided to read it just for the heck of it since the Empress shared the same name as her. But soon Bree found out that the Empress was the Villainess, she even betrayed her mates one by one and what was even more gut-wrenching she was killed by her mates! All for the sake of the maid who reincarnated into the book with a system to help her. Bree though angry decided to throw the book at the back of her head but oddly enough the book vanished and Bree found herself waking up in the room of the Evil Empress just three weeks before she was executed by her mates! Startled but not having the time to freak out, Bree started to take care of everything that the Evil Empress has done wrong. She thought that she would be able to live a peaceful life away from her bloodthirsty mates who didn’t seem too fond of her. But unfortunately, things didn’t go as she planned as five sets of eyes fell on her despite all the precautions she has taken against them. And once those eyes locked on her, they refused to let go of their possessiveness. The Evil Empress was theirs, to begin with who dares take her away?

Demyan hated Leksa, profoundly. He would never miss an opportunity to taunt him, fight him, or laugh at him. That’s why he mockingly called him “my wife” and joined forces under his command. Wait… under his command!? Dammit, that pretty face deceived him again!

#Malepregnancy #omegaverse #Enigma According to an ancient law said to be created by the Moon Goddess, an Enigma must marry into the weakest pack in order to raise its status and keep balance among all packs. The law also allows him to take up to three other wives of his choosing, as long as one of them comes from the Alpha family of the weakest pack. However, BluePack, the weakest of all, complicates everything. The pack has no princess from its Alpha line. Instead, it has only a prince, one many people don't know about. His father, Alpha, hid him away for reasons that remain undisclosed. The court is firmly against the idea of the Enigma marrying a man, even if he is the only option available. To them, such a union is unthinkable. But... how could an ancient law be ignored?! What decision will Lord Jethro, the Enigma himself, make?

Elara Grey moves into the empty Nightfall House expecting it to be quiet, dusty, and maybe have some bad memories. She doesn't expect Silas, a man who only shows up after midnight and has warm eyes, is kind, and is very lonely. Silas can't remember how he died. He doesn't even know that he's passed away. Silas starts to change as Elara falls more in love. He can feel it. He can sense. He can almost live. But with every heartbeat he gains, Elara loses sleep, health, time, and parts of her own reality. Elara now has to choose between saving the man she loves and facing the fact that only one of them is meant to live. Because some loves don't stay with you. They take you over. “Read now and decide—would you rather lose the one you love, or lose yourself completely?”

Eighteen-year-old Ruelle Belmont has learned to be useful and grateful, because in her family love is given only to those who earn it. When her father’s debts grow beyond saving, she is sent to Sexton, a prestigious vampire institution that accepts one human from every household. But Sexton is no place for a human. Inside its halls, humans are not students. They are Groundlings, valued for their blood and how easily they can be broken. Favour is currency and cruelty is entertainment. And failure means being sold. Ruelle soon discovers that the cold and dangerous pureblood she once crossed paths with is here as well. Worse, she is forced to share a room with him when she is hunted by a couple of vampiresses.  Lucian Slater watches her too closely for a man who claims to despise humans. Yet when Sexton’s predators begin to circle, he is the one who steps in to help her. And for the first time in her life, Ruelle is learning something she was never meant to believe. That she may be worth wanting. And in Sexton, being wanted is the most dangerous thing of all. ——————— The clock struck midnight when Ruelle heard the echo of footsteps. She tensed, the fine hairs on the back of her neck standing on end in the cool night air. "You shouldn't be here," Ruelle whispered, her voice a breathless murmur. The silhouette finally came to stand under the moonlight, his dark red eyes watching her and his inky black hair ruffling. "Shouldn't I?" His voice was a dark caress, and she stood there captivated by the danger he exuded like perfume. "I haven’t seen you for the last two days," his tone low. His hand reached out, fingers brushing against the silk of her nightgown, tracing the trembling outline of her collarbone. "Tell me, were you avoiding me, or perhaps... entertaining other offers?" Ruelle’s heart raced, her breaths shallow. She declared, "I don't belong to anyone.” "A bold claim," he murmured, his breath a tantalising chill against her skin as he leaned in. "Yet here you are, pulse racing, your body tensed as if in anticipation of my touch." His fingers gripped her chin, tilting her face towards his. The moonlight caught his eyes, revealing a glint of predatory intent. "Or must I remind you whose touch you truly crave?"