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[Mature Content - R18+ | Lustful Romance] The law says you must fall in love in six months. But what if you’ve already sinned with the wrong man in one night? In the Kingdom of Arindale, marriage is not a contract—it is a performance. The egotistical Emperor and his romance-addicted Empress believe they are the world’s greatest matchmakers. Their law is simple: every high-society couple has six months to "fall in love" through a series of mandated, intimate courtships. To fail is to insult the Crown; to succeed is to secure the bloodline. Lady Kaia Taryn is the black sheep of a decorated military house, a rebel with a sharp tongue and zero interest in the "perfect" life. Her sister, Victoria, is the empire's darling—the woman destined to marry the Paragon of Arindale: Prince Aeron Valdamar. To the ton, Prince Aeron is a statue of virtue—cold, disciplined, and untouchable. But Kaia knows the truth. She knows the way his hands feel when they aren't wearing white gloves. She knows the dark, voyeuristic hunger in his eyes. And she knows exactly what he sounds like when he’s breaking every rule of "respectable" society. Because one month ago, under a mask of anonymity and a haze of spirits, Kaia and Aeron shared a night of depravity that should have remained a ghost. Now, Kaia has been moved into the palace, promised to Aeron's soft-spoken younger brother, Prince Beckett. She is forced to watch her "perfect" sister be courted by the man who branded her skin in the dark. But Aeron has no intention of playing the saint for long. Behind the silk curtains of the palace, a treacherous game begins. It starts with a lingering look during a royal promenade. It escalates to secret touches beneath the Emperor's banquet table. Soon, Aeron is demanding more than just her memories—he wants to watch her break, and he wants her to watch him ruin her. Between the Empress’s forced romantic dates and the constant threat of the gallows, Kaia and Aeron are spinning a web of lies. They are supposed to be falling for their betrothed, but in the shadows of the Arindale court, they are busy committing the most delicious treason of all. Falling in love was the law. Falling in lust was their death warrant.

I pointed a gun at my husband and made him sign our divorce papers. He thought I was too soft to survive without him, he had no idea of the rebel he created. I was about to become his worst nightmare. Dante Caruso taught me two things: how to love a monster, and how to become one. When I discovered he murdered my family for power, I carefully planned my exit and transformation into the heiress I was meant to be. I transformed from an innocent bride to his worst nightmare, I spent two years building an empire on the ashes of the girl he thought he knew. Now I'm back. Not as Bella Russo, the wife he's been desperately searching for. But as a force shaking the underworld, the enemy that is systematically destroying everything he built. He wants his wife back. I want him buried. Now the real question is what will be his decision, when he discovers the enemy that is destroying his empire and the woman he's lost are the same person.

She is a mess, burdened by a broken heart from an abusive relationship and haunted by nightmares stemming from her guilt over surviving an accident that took her mother’s life and left her sister in a coma. That is, until she meets him. Andriana finds comfort in his warmth, but Karlye is a mysterious man with secrets and enemies lurking in the shadows. Her feelings for him are complicated by her insecurities and their differences in social status. When he discovers her pregnancy, he vows never to let her go, revealing the darkness within him. Will she hold on for the sake of their baby, or will she choose to leave?

A ruthless future king. A fearless girl with nothing to lose. A marriage neither of them wanted. Kaelion needs a wife to keep his throne. Elara needs a future she can finally call her own. The contract was supposed to be simple. No love. No feelings. No complications. But when betrayal, obsession, and hidden enemies close in, they’ll have to decide… Was this marriage just a deal… Or was it destiny all along?

"Never write a novel while your heart is bleeding." That was the most expensive lesson Emma ever had to learn. A month after catching her boyfriend of three years in the arms of another woman, Emma spiraled. In a caffeine fueled frenzy, she spent three sleepless nights crafting a venomous manuscript. She created Camila a wicked, manipulative, and unfaithful wife who took pleasure in tormenting her own husband, Elliot. Emma intentionally made Elliot suffer, weaving him into the ultimate 'Green Flag' husband just so she could crush his loyalty under Camila’s heels. In her state of heartbreak, she loathed the very concept of "faithfulness." That night, clutching the tattered remains of her ex-boyfriend's photos, Emma whispered a desperate plea to the silent void, "God, if there is still a good man left in this world and if I could meet just one person who would love me sincerely, I swear I would give him my entire world." Emma fell asleep with tear-stained cheeks, praying for a miracle. But when she opened her eyes, the miracle arrived in the most twisted way possible. She wasn't in her cramped bedroom. Instead, she was standing in a lavish, unfamiliar restroom, suffocated by the pungent scent of expensive perfume. Emma froze as she stared at the reflection in the mirror. A face of cold, arrogant beauty. Heavy, sultry makeup. A provocative evening gown that left little to the imagination. This was Camila the villainess she had birthed from her own malice just hours ago. Horror dawned on her, Emma had been pulled into her own twisted narrative, inhabiting the body of the most hated woman in her book. But why did fate send her here? Was this a punishment for trying to destroy Elliot’s life on paper, or was the universe simply calling her bluff and demanding she fulfill the vow she had just made?

Luna didn’t grow up in the beast world. She appeared there. One moment, she was nowhere. The next, she stood in an unfamiliar land, a fox woman marked by a mysterious System, given a single, terrifying directive: Survive. Mate. Carry the future. The System does not care about fear or consent or softness. It announces her existence to the beast clans and triggers a hunt unlike anything the world has seen. Powerful beasts are drawn to her by instinct alone, compelled to pursue, protect, and claim the fox woman chosen to bear the next generation. Shy, gentle, and utterly unprepared, Luna must navigate a world where devotion and danger blur, where protection comes with possessive instincts, and where every choice could shape the future of the entire beast world. She was not summoned to fight. She was summoned to be the future. A high-stakes fantasy romance filled with systems, instinct-driven bonds, slow-burn tension, and a heroine everyone is desperate to protect.

Ha-eun and Hyun-woo have been in each other’s lives for as long as they can remember. Same house, same room, same habits. Too close to question. Too familiar to doubt. They call it friendship. Everyone else does too. But comfort turns into dependence, and small boundaries start disappearing. Jealousy shows up where it shouldn’t. Silence becomes heavier than words. And one day, they realize they’ve crossed a line neither of them ever named. Staying together feels wrong. Walking away feels worse. This is a story about blurred lines, unspoken feelings, and the quiet damage caused when two people stay “just friends” for far too long.

Clara Vance had it all. Millions of followers, a beauty empire built on glamour, and a life curated for the camera. But a lost bet with her mother sends her away from a marvelous weekend trip to Mykonos and into the dusty attic of her family’s decaying ancestral manor. The catch was her inheritance. Her task? A dreary clear-out. Her discovery? A centuries-old diary belonging to her great-grandmother, Eleanor Thorne. The ink tells a story of a forgotten history. Eleanor’s forbidden obsession with her guardian and step-uncle, Casimir Guggenheim, a ruthless railroad tycoon with a heart of stone. But when Clara touches the tear-stained pages, the scent of crushed gardenias doesn’t just fill the room, it drags her back to 1879. Trapped in Eleanor’s corseted body, Clara finds herself under the roof of the very man who haunted the diary. To the world, Casimir is a cold, untouchable magnate. To Clara, he’s a puzzle she’s determined to break. The problem? Clara isn’t the timid, fragile girl Casimir remembers. She’s a 21st-century It Girl with no filter, a strategic mind for business, a total lack of respect for Gilded Age propriety and a defiance waiting for trouble to happen. While the original Eleanor was a victim of her station, Clara is ready to burn the cage down. As Clara navigates a world where a single misstep means ruin, scheming relatives see her as a pawn, and a powerful suitor sees her as nothing but a business merger. She realizes the history books were wrong. Rewriting Eleanor’s tragic end is dangerous, especially when she starts falling for the man she was never supposed to have. History says they’re a tragedy. Clara says history is about to get a makeover.

[Warning: Mature Content] In the world of magic, amidst various species, there existed the Lumens. They were highly coveted for their blood and their extraordinary powers. ​ Amongst them was a Lumen Princess named Evelyn, an ethereal beauty, who lived her entire life believing she was weak and powerless. Abandoned by her father, abused by her stepmother & tormented by her brother, she never knew love. Shunned by society, she spent her entire life as a caged bird. ​But things start to change when Evelyn is sent to the infamous Blood Moon Academy on her eighteenth birthday, under the guise of completing her further education. ​The twist? The academy is situated in a kingdom of vampires. Terrified to be a walking delicacy amongst the creatures of the night, all it took was one fateful encounter to meet the most powerful predator alive—the crown prince of Versailles, Ivan Ignia De Ashen. He was drop-dead gorgeous and considered to be the epitome of perfection. He appeared as cold as ice, but was a raging inferno within, ready to burn anyone who dared to step into his breathing space. ​He warns her to stay away, but fate has its own plan. What will she do when he decides to claim her as his? ​Thrown together in a royal gothic academy full of power-hungry nobles, twisted professors, and more secrets than spellbooks, what truth will they uncover about their bloodlines and their past? ​ With enemies lurking in the shadows and ancient darkness threatening to rise again, what happens when the secrets about them begin to unravel? Excerpt- He finally moved his sinful lips and said "Hm, I'll help you catch up with your studies" he said, pausing for a moment before continuing "I don't usually do this....help, I mean. But since your progress also affects me, that's the only reason I'll help you this time." "Though, Princess, there are a couple of things I need you to keep in mind, before we move forward." When she nodded he continued, "I don't like wasting time. So when I call, you come. I don't appreciate anyone being intrusive about my matters, so I'd prefer if you keep any curious thoughts to yourself." "And lastly..," He leaned in slightly, maintaining steady eye contact with her. His voice dropped to a low, almost warning tone. "Don't fall in love with me. I don't do love. And the minute I find you show any signs of clinginess… that's when you'll pay the price." ..... "My payment would be…your blood." His eyes suddenly turned serious as he continued, "You shall never offer your blood to anyone else throughout your academic years...meaning you will never serve anyone else." Eve stood stunned, her breath caught in her throat as she waited for him to finish. Then he leaned in, his lips barely an inch from hers, and whispered, "Except me." The only word that kept echoing in her mind was 'blood'....and she could see she was becoming something rare in his eyes. A delicacy reserved for the devil himself. The book cover is mine, don't use it!

“This world is built on lies. If you want to keep it alive, make sure none of them are exposed. They must never reach his ears.” As long as Shuu could remember, these words had governed his life. Abandoned at the grand temple and forsaken by the gods, Shuu grew up powerless in a world that valued nothing else. Survival was never guaranteed, especially for someone like him. Yet he had one talent-he could read fortunes, and he never got them wrong. His future was decided early. He would serve the temple until his debt was paid, then fade away. But during the Hero’s fortune reading, Shuu made a single mistake. One moment was enough to strip him of his place and throw him into exile-only to be taken in by the very Hero who caused it, a man whose presence turns Shuu’s life completely off course. And as Shuu is pulled deeper into the Hero’s path, he begins to realize that something about the Hero and his companions is deeply wrong-something he cannot yet name, but cannot ignore. __________ Please leave a review. Also warning, will have Mpreg (around ch 70ish) . If it's not your cup of tea, just be careful

All the mishaps just began during the summer break for me, a girl from a family of five, since my parents have two older twin brothers named Milo and Miles who has my whole life mapped out for me. My parents are wealthy, overbearing, and strict who are always monitoring my activities, though I am not the only one in the family. One night before the start of the summer vacation, I asked my parents about my goal of taking up the job as an hacker in Pakistan during the summer vacation, and this led to an argument with my parents that ended with them grounding me for the entire summer vacation. I decided to sneak out that evening to Delilah's where the conversation turned to the return of the Mafia kings and the high rate of kidnapping and yes (Delilah is two years older than I am, and I, actually, am also a sophomore at University of Milan studying Criminology and also Milos' former girlfriend). I explained to her what happened and asked whether she has a job to offer, and then she suggested something about working as a maid to get information about Lucas "The Mafia Lord" regarding the cases of kidnapping and missing girls in her school. Although it sounded like a crazy idea, I offered my service-at least anything to get me away from home. Lilah made up a lie to my parents that I was going to spend the summer at her place, while they were going to spend their summer at Kuwait, as well as expand our mining business. A week later, I set out for Placid Mansion, where hundreds of girls line up to get this job, and a few were picked by his secretary-which I was among the lucky few. Well, I wouldn't say that if I knew the mess I was getting myself into.

Valoria was the omega who couldn't shift — the pack freak no one wanted. Her fated mate chose her sister on the altar. Her father's solution? Hand her over as a spare bride to Lycan King Azrael — the most feared, most ruthless lycan alive. A beast who doesn't love, doesn't feel, and doesn't show mercy. He didn't want her either. But he kept her — not as a wife, not as a mate. As a toy. Something pretty to break when he's bored. "You're mine until I decide you're not, little mouse. And I haven't decided yet." He tortures her, taunts her, watches her break and smiles like it's art. But somewhere between the cruelty and the madness, his hands learned her body before his heart learned her name. He doesn't want to love her — he wants to own her, tame her, ruin her so completely that no one else will ever want what's left. And the damning part? She's starting to crave it. But there is a little secret that Azrael doesn't know. This is not Valoria's first rodeo in life. He doesn't know the Moon Goddess ripped her from death with one mission; to seduce him, tame him, and end his reign. One hundred days. That's all she has before he kills her or she kills him. The only thing the goddess didn't warn her about was the thin chance of falling for the monster she's supposed to destroy WARNINGS: This is a DARK romance. Azrael is not your soft misunderstood hero. He is brutal, possessive, morally corrupt, addictive, and utterly unhinged. Expect 18+ smutty content, dubcon, PLOT TWISTS, and a monster who might either steal or crush your heart. Proceed at your own risk (of addiction, lmao).

Everyone warned Fabiola about Evan Harlow. The strange boy with the cold eyes. The one who never smiled. The one whose twin brother drowned when they were thirteen and who came back from that lake different. But Fabiola didn't listen. She saw past the rumors, past the walls he built, past the darkness that clung to him like a second skin. She pursued him through high school, loved him through college, and married him despite the whispers that the Harlow estate was cursed. Now, at twenty-nine, Fabiola lives in that sprawling Gothic mansion as the wife of a CEO. She works at a diner by choice, keeps fresh flowers in every room, and fills the silence with warmth and laughter. She thinks she's won. She thinks she saved him. She has no idea that Evan's twin never left. Lucas Harlow has been watching her for years. Waiting in mirrors. Breathing in doorways. Learning the way she moves, the sound of her voice, the scent of vanilla and lavender that clings to her skin. He looks exactly like Evan—same face, same voice, same touch. And when Evan isn't looking, Lucas takes his place. He kisses her in the kitchen while Evan is at work. He makes love to her in the dark while she whispers Evan's name. He wraps himself in her warmth, desperate and starving, because she is everything he lost when he died. Fabiola thinks her husband is simply passionate. Possessive. Obsessed with the way she smells, the way she tastes. She doesn't realize that sometimes the man touching her has no heartbeat. That sometimes the man she's kissing has been dead for sixteen years. But Lucas is growing bolder. And Evan is starting to notice. Bruises Fabiola doesn't remember. Conversations Evan never had. Moments of tenderness that feel just slightly wrong too desperate, too hungry, too cold. When Fabiola finally learns the truth, she's faced with an impossible horror: the ghost who's been making love to her is in love with her. And the blood pact the twins made as children is still binding. If she chooses Lucas even once, even accidentally Evan will die. Caught between two identical men one living, one dead, both madly obsessed with her. Fabiola must untangle a web of desire, obsession, and supernatural jealousy before she loses them both. Or before she can no longer tell them apart.

"A Rejected Omega, A Dark Alpha Prince and their twisted dangerous fate." Amelie Conley, the eldest daughter of a revered Alpha family, was once expected to carry on her family’s proud legacy. However, when she turned sixteen, she failed to awaken her wolf, which made her earn the scornful title—the Curse of the Conley Family. At eighteen, she found her destined mate and carried his child, believing she had finally been given a chance at happiness. But when she rushed to share the news, she found him in a compromising position with her younger sister, Flora. Betrayal cut deeper than any wound, but the final blow came when he rejected her without hesitation, declaring Flora as his true mate. Shunned and heartbroken, Amelie made the painful decision to leave her pack for the sake of her unborn child. But just as she tried to escape, she was ambushed—hunted down like prey. Desperate to protect herself and the life growing inside her, Amelie fled to save herself and her unborn child, only to collapse into the arms of an enigmatic stranger—Gabriel Sinclair. Gabriel was no ordinary man. He was the Alpha Prince, a name feared across the nation. For twelve long years, he had scoured the lands for his mate, only to find nothing. He had convinced himself that the Moon Goddess despised him, just as his own mother had. But the moment he laid eyes on Amelie, everything changed. "You were marked, weren't you?" His voice dropped, edged with something dangerously close to possession as his gaze met hers, demanding the truth.  The question left Amelie in a dilemma. She didn't wish to tell him the truth. "I am not an ordinary wolf, Amelie. Who the fuck marked you before me?" Gabriel voiced in a possessive yet intimidating tone.  Amelie didn’t know that the man, who saved her was none other than the infamous Dark Tyrant—the Alpha Prince, Gabriel Sinclair, whose intentions were still unknown to her. ~~~~ **The Story is a pure fiction. Names and places have nothing to do with anyone in real life.** Follow me on Instagram: rayoflight__pcy

"All I wanted was a perfect love story. But I forgot villains don't get happy endings." --- "You will be my wife one day." Declared Liu Jun - the handsome and wealthy young master to his beloved childhood friend. He vowed to marry her at all costs. But that vow made him a villain.  The woman he desired didn't return his love. Crazy and heartbroken, he crashed into her wedding, who was going to marry the love of her life, Liu Jin, unfortunately his own younger brother. Circumstances took a drastic turn, leaving him with only one choice to pay for his sins - His death. But fate gave him another chance. Liu Jun was reborn. In this new life, he chose to let go of his love and start anew. He discarded his villain's identity and closed his heart forever. But a new encounter and new troubles come knocking on his door with the secrets of his past life that even he doesn't know. Will the villainous Mr. Liu find his happy ending this time? *Excerpt* Ai said, "I forgot to clarify something. It seems you have a misunderstanding that I am interested in you because I stared at you." Jun blinked once. "Rest assured that's not the case. I won't look at you that way. You are not my type." *** Cover designed by @vatarison.art. Follow me on insta - enthu_reader7 Discord - https://discord.gg/CbhNys444r

When a wife’s devotion is betrayed by her own blood, the home that was once a sanctuary transforms into a grave for dignity, trust, and love.

Olivia Carter, a 16-year-old-girl who has been unlucky all her life, is forced to marry the fearsome Duke of Forest to save her family from ruin. A wedding without a groom, a marriage from which nothing is expected will end up surprising the ducal couple. A love filled with passion, lust, and full of amusing misunderstandings is about to begin.

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!"

“Damian Sinclair, you said you wouldn’t touch me, wouldn't like me, and wouldn’t marry me!” “Darling, you must be mistaken. I clearly want to sleep with you, like you a lot, and hold a certificate of marriage!” “You...you're shameless, going back on your word!” “Be good, husband can do something even more shameless.” The book is also called "The CEO Is Too Fierce, Baby Feels Square" and "Beast, Let Go of That Soft Cutie, Let Me Come."