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Zara never expected one impulsive act of kindness to tie her to one of Genoa’s most powerful families. The night she helped a wounded stranger, she didn’t know he was Luca Bellini, the heir to an old empire built on influence, silence, and carefully buried violence. In Luca’s world, kindness is currency. It is exchanged, negotiated, or weaponized. It is never freely given. But Zara gives it without asking for his name. That is what unsettles him. That is what stays. What begins as quiet gratitude becomes something far more dangerous. Luca finds himself searching for her in places he has no reason to be. Memorizing the rhythm of her routines. Ensuring a car is always nearby. Ensuring no unfamiliar face lingers too long. He tells himself it is precaution. The night she saved him, he was attacked by one of his father’s rivals. Anyone connected to him becomes leverage. Weakness. Target. He cannot afford weakness. And yet, he cannot seem to walk away. The closer he watches, the more he realizes Zara is unlike anyone in his carefully controlled world. She speaks to him without fear. Looks at him without calculation. Treats him like a man instead of a surname. For the first time, Luca Bellini wants something that cannot be acquired through power. But the heir to an old mafia dynasty does not pursue recklessly. Enemies are waiting. Alliances are fragile. One wrong move could place Zara directly in the crossfire. So he keeps his distance. He protects her from the shadows. He tells himself watching is enough. Until the line between protection and obsession begins to blur. And the most dangerous thing about Luca Bellini is not the empire he will inherit... It’s what he is willing to risk for the one person who was never meant to be part of it.

I’m an omega who is a top. I’ve never felt the need to be submissive— The idea of bending myself to take it never felt right. So I stayed alone, because every alpha wanted to soften me, quiet me, turn me into someone who isn’t me, to force me to submit and turn into a bottom. Then my father started dying, and I was bound to an enigma I didn’t ask for but couldn’t ignore. Sebastian doesn’t try to own me. He stands beside me. And somewhere between him and a masked (male) witch who sees right through every wall I built between myself and them, my life begins to unravel—and remake itself. “Please,” he says quietly, “let me help you get through your heat.” I meet his eyes and shake my head. “You can’t. You're an Enigma.” I say. “ And I’m a top.” ------ WARNING!!!!!! This book contains a huge plot twist!!!!!!!

slice of life/one shot/spicy/mature story between rafayel and his cutie.

[Warning: Mature Content R-18] Amabel Blakely, a university dropout plagued by debt and family problems, finds herself with limited options. Desperate to turn her life around, she makes a fateful decision – becoming a mistress of Valentine Langdale, a wealthy and married man with a childless marriage. Valentine, wanting more than just a secret affair, pushes Amabel to bear his child, promising to make her his second wife. Despite the complications, Amabel’s determination to secure a better life, cleat her family debts and see her mother open her eyes again from a coma fuels her actions. She is willing to do whatever it takes to win Valentine over, even if it means manipulating situations and playing the long game. With schemes, and sheer grit, Amabel sets out to transform her status from scorned mistress to pampered second wife of a rich family.

​[DARK PSYCHOLOGICAL BL THRILLER / OBSESSION] Are you trying to destroy me, Yuyan?" The golden boy’s voice wasn't filled with fear, but a dark, breathless fascination. ""You made a monster. Now you have to live with him," Yuyan smiled, his beautiful face perfectly crafted for this very moment. Seven years ago, Xu Zhifan—the Nation's Heartthrob—staged a deadly fire just to win a sick bet. He wanted to see if the boy who loved him would walk into the flames to save him. The boy did. He thought the boy died in the ashes. He was wrong. Lin Yuyan survived. He built a new face from the ruins of the old one, spending seven years sculpting himself into exactly what Xu Zhifan finds beautiful. Now, Yuyan has returned with a singular, terrifying goal: To dismantle Zhifan's perfect life piece by piece. Career . Freedom. Sanity. Yuyan controls the narrative, the leaks, the slow erosion of a golden reputation. He is patient in the way only people who have lost everything can be. He expects the golden boy to break. He expects him to beg. But as the trap finally snaps shut, Yuyan realizes a terrifying truth: Zhifan isn't breaking. He's fascinated. And the monster Yuyan came back to destroy might just fall in love with the cage.

Eira thought there could be nothing worse than being abducted by she-wolf traffickers, abused, tormented, and ultimately sold off to five powerful Alphas as nothing more than a breeder. She was wrong. The worst was yet to come. She was sold to the same five alphas who had ruined her life and were the reason for every torment she had gone through over the past six years. The Alphas were just as stunned to see her, yet they had no choice but to accept her for the sake of their pack’s future. Because pureblood she-wolves were rare, nearly extinct. Only they could bear the offspring of powerful Alphas, and ensure the survival and strength of the next generation. She hated them with every broken piece of her soul. And they hated her in return. The hatred was mutual. So what now? Eira made a silent vow. She will make them feel every brutal torment she had suffered. Every scar, every tear, every cry in the dark, they will taste it all. But the Alphas had plans of their own. They will use her. Breed her. And when she was no longer of use… they will kill her. But what will they do when the mysteries from the past start to uncover and lines of hatred start to fade into something else? Was it too late to regret?

I witnessed a murder. That was my mistake. The man who stepped out of the shadows that night didn’t just silence the alley—he whispered my name like it belonged to him. Alessandro De Luca is ruthless, untouchable, and feared in every underworld circle. He says he’s been looking for me for years. I don’t remember him. I don’t remember my past. And I definitely don’t remember loving him. But he looks at me like I once shattered his world. Now I’m trapped in his mansion, surrounded by secrets, lies, and a war I never knew I was born into. They say I’m not who I think I am. They say my real name could start a bloodbath. And Alessandro? He's never letting me go.

A rich, handsome, powerful, bully; Ryan Mathew (Ray) is the son of the wealthy family. After graduation he is soon to be going to inherit his father's company. Every girl wants to be with him. His life is perfect except one fact that he is a college bully... Until after that day's incident his perfect life has become upside down. From that day onwards he started to bully a savage, cute, nerd, girl by the name of Jennifer Steve. Jennifer Steve (Jenny) is seem to be a typically average girl who only aims to become a successful independent woman. She came to major in her dream college. But her beautiful college life has been shattered by her handsome heartless bully Ryan Mathew. Not only that, she must find her way to survive in her college until graduation. Will their relationship grow, or they still destined to remain as enemies forever....?

[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.

The Boy Who Texted Me at 2:17 Nineteen-year-old Riya Sharma is a ghost in Chicago, struggling to survive her architecture degree while grieving her father’s death a year ago. Isolated and thousands of miles from her home in India, she exists in silence—until 2:17 AM. A message from an unknown number asks: "Are you awake?" This nameless stranger becomes her midnight sanctuary, the only one who truly sees her pain. But as Riya begins to find comfort in a boy who exists only in the shadows, she is forced to uncover the truth: Is he the architect of her healing, or is she trusting a secret that could shatter her completely?

Devoted and hopeful in a three-year loveless marriage, Selina believed she would finally secure her husband Zane Kaius’s affection — or at least his attention — the moment she revealed her pregnancy to him. But everything shattered in a single night when Zane told her she was unfit to have a family with him. Only then did she realize she had been nothing more than a pawn all along — while he continued choosing another woman over her. A rebuffed wife with no identity. Betrayed and heartbroken, Selina decided to keep her little secret from Zane. She was determined to protect and raise her child alone, while reclaiming the life she had slowly lost. She wanted a divorce. Yet the same man who once rejected her now clings to her, unwilling to let her go at any cost. This time, however, Selina is no longer the woman who allows herself to be trampled on. .... _Except_ "What if there was already a child?" Selina's voice was small, desperate, stopping him in his tracks. "Wouldn't you give us a chance? I don't want a child to grow up in the shadows, Zane. Not like I did." "Then get rid of it," he declared, not turning around."Let me be clear, Selina: you will never be the mother of my child. Not now. Not ever."

"If you are not my mate, then why does the beast within me roar at your mere touch? Why does it growl to mark you as mine? Only Mine!” +++++ Being an Alpha’s fated mate was supposed to make Angelise Morin untouchable. But it only brought her shame. When she caught her Alpha cheating, he didn’t deny it. He didn’t even apologize. Instead, he ordered her to accept it, to obey, to bear his pups. Worse? Angelise couldn’t even reject this bastard—doing so would kill her. So she ran—only to collide with the only man her mate had ever feared. Zaerian Daemon Ranvor. The Mute Alpha. He was a devil even the Moon Goddess failed to tame. A ruthless ruler who had never bowed to fate. And to Angelise, he was the perfect weapon to bring down her enemies. Zaerian should have killed her for trespassing. Instead, the moment he touched her, something shattered. Her scent drove his beast insane. A mere glance ignited a hunger he had never felt before. He didn’t care if she was his little brother’s fated mate—he wanted her. And he would claim her. Even if marking her meant death for both. ++++ Excerpt: “It’s none of your business who I date, Alpha! Get lost!” I grumbled as Zaerian dragged me into the elevator. “Let me go!” I demanded as the metal doors slid shut. When I tried to pull away, Zaerian caught my other wrist and pressed me against the cold steel wall. His strong hand gripped my wrists firmly, effortlessly pinning them above my head. My breath hitched as his crimson gaze locked onto mine. He didn’t speak. He never did. But his silence was more dangerous than words. Zaerian moved closer, his body pressing against mine, so close that I could feel the heat radiating beneath his shirt. Slowly, he lowered his head until we were face to face, his lips a breath away from mine. “Leave-“ I gasped when Zaerian suddenly slid his knee between my thighs, cutting off the rest of my protest. “It is my business, sweetheart.” The voice was low, raw, and undeniably real. “The only man allowed to touch you is me. It will always be me.” My knees grew weak, heat rushing through my veins. But then my mind froze in realization. Wait… he could speak?!

“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

Warning {Mature Content} Elaine has spent her life being the responsible one. The one who steps in when things are about to fall apart. So when her grandfather arranges a marriage for her younger cousin Ivy to Zane Whitmore a billionaire CEO with a dangerous reputation Elaine does what she has always done. She takes the burden on herself. What begins as a lie meant to protect Ivy quickly turns into a contract Elaine never meant to sign. Zane Whitmore is cold, controlled, and ruthless in both business and life. He doesn’t believe in love, only leverage. When he meets Elaine, he recognizes something he rarely encounters: a woman willing to stand her ground even when she’s afraid. Their agreement is simple. A marriage on paper. Mutual benefit. No emotions involved. As they are pulled deeper into each other’s lives, secrets begin to surface old betrayals, family conflicts, and a past that ties Zane to Elaine’s brother in ways no one is willing to talk about. The lines between obligation and desire blur, and what started as a sacrifice turns into something neither of them can control. In a world where power dictates everything and trust comes at a cost, Elaine must decide if she’s willing to gamble her heart on a man who could destroy her. A story of contract marriage, buried history, and a love born out of defiance rather than choice. (Mature content) Zane’s lips crush to mine, hungrily tasting my mouth and sucking my tongue into his. He moves lower, nipping at my neck, then my boobs, enveloping his lips around a pink nipple. I sigh in pleasure, my hands sliding into his hair and gripping hard as he bites down and then slips his mouth lower. And lower…….. My eyes fly open as he shoves my dress up to my waist and pulls my panties to the side. Suddenly, his mouth dives between my thighs, and when I feel his tongue drag up my slit, it’s like an electrical shock and my eyes roll back behind my head. Holy! FUCK!!.

Vivien never thought her favorite mafia novel would become her prison-until she woke up inside it, trapped as the villainess fiancée who was supposed to die. She wasn't the heroine. She was the cruel woman who tormented Alina, the girl sold to Dante Moretti. A woman hated by everyone... and killed by the man she was promised to. But Vivien remembers every page. Every betrayal. Every heartbeat before her death. Determined to rewrite her fate, she avoids Dante and Alina, hoping to stay invisible. Only Dante doesn't look away. His icy gaze follows her like a predator's hunt. The cold, ruthless mafia king becomes dangerously obsessed-with Vivien She was never meant to be loved. Now she's his only desire. And in his world, obsession never lets go. At this point she wasn't running from the plot But his obsession..

Family is a luxury not everyone can afford. Adelyn learned that the day Clara returned to the Scott family —and she quietly stopped belonging. No one abused her. No one hurt her openly. But the love that was once hers alone became divided. The attention that once chose her … became something she had to borrow. And whenever something precious stood between her and Clara —Adelyn was the one asked to let go. Not once. Not twice. But every single time. Her dreams. Her choices. Her place in the family. Her heart didn’t break in a single moment —it wore down slowly … until nothing remained worth fighting for. So, she erased herself from their world. Not in anger. Not in revenge. But to save what little of herself was left. ————— Seven years later, Adelyn returned. Not for the Scott family. Not for their love. She came back for the dreams she was once forced to abandon —and this time, nothing would be taken from her. No compromises. No sacrifices. Only her life. Her rules. She breathed in freedom. “No family…no shackles.” But just then— Two small arms wrapped around her legs. She stiffened. Looking down, she met a pair of familiar doe eyes staring up at her with unwavering trust. “Mama … Eira waited long for you. Don’t leave again.” …Mama? Before she could understand or react, a tall shadow fell over them. A man stood there —gaze sharp, cold, claiming —looking at her like she had belonged to him. “You dared to show up again?” Adelyn felt clueless. She would have asked him what he meant, however — Before she could speak — the ground vanished beneath her feet. A powerful arm lifted her effortlessly. “Since you dared …” his voice dropped —low, restrained, dangerous. “Don’t think of escaping again.

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?

Dark Romance! She went to the club to forget. He went there to lose control. One night behind masks, one reckless, burning mistake, and they became each other’s secret sin. When the semester begins, Isabella’s world shatters. The stranger from that night stands at the front of her lecture hall, his voice steady, his gaze cutting straight through her. “Look at me, Isabella,” he murmured, low enough that only she could hear. “Pretend you don’t remember,” she whispered back. His smile was dark, merciless. “Oh, I remember every second.” He’s her professor now, untouchable, forbidden. But obsession doesn’t fade. It festers. And some lessons are learned in whispers, between heartbeats, where no rules exist. She was his student. His sin. His obsession. - Professor × Student (Forbidden love) - Age Gap - One Night Stand → Secret Connection - Obsessive Love - Enemies to Lovers Evolution - Possessive Male Lead

(trigger warning. This book contains mature themes) ****** "I can't..." she gasped between broken moans, her voice trembling somewhere between pain and pleasure. Every thrust seemed to blur the line between surrender and defiance. Then she whispered a name between her sweet cries ...it wasn’t mine. I froze. A slow, humorless smile curved my lips as the sound of his name filled the space between us. “Raph…” she breathed. I leaned in, my mouth brushing her ear. Feeling her tremble from touch until my teeth nibbled her earlobes hard enough to make her whimper and her fold to clench around my fingers. “Wrong name, Lynn.” I hissed, withdrawing from the warmth of her insides. I felt her body tense. She clawed at my shoulders, a desperate plea in every touch. “Don’t…” she whimpered. Those jade-like eyes unravelled me that moment. I could feel the ache in my trousers. A troublesome little viper. A cruel smile traced my lips hiding my emotions. “You called the wrong name,” I murmured, my voice low, dangerous. “And bad girls deserve to be punished.” Her glossy eyes met mine... so full of confusion, want, and power she didn’t yet understand. If she only knew how close I was to breaking. Because the only name she should be calling… was mine. Lucien. I craved it as badly as the air I breathe. ****** For better or for worse, till death do us part. That was their vows at the altar, but her husband broke them first.. He claims an open marriage is the solution to their childless marriage and that it's to protect her own interests. But all Braelyn sees is a prison built from guilt and lies. One heartbroken night, she stumbles into a karaoke bar and into the arms of Lucien. A man shrouded in mystery, rebellion, and danger. His very presence tells her to run but it also gives her the solace she craved. She never expected to see him again after she ran, forgetting his sinful existence, but life wasn't done making a joke out of her. Lucien isn't just any man, but one who can destroy everything she believes in. The man she was never meant to meet. Her husband's uncle The black sheep of the Volkov dynasty. A man whose desire will ruin her. Lucien knows she can't be his, but he was never a man who respected social norms. He doesn't care about anything but her every sin and touch. All he wants… is her, no matter how sinful it gets.

Some stories don’t end with love. Some hearts never heal. And some people love so deeply, it becomes fatal. Ayla Wilson loved Silas Williams for twelve years. For twelve years, he never looked back. She never asked to be chosen, only to stay close. Her love was quiet, invisible, and consuming. She learned how to exist in his shadow without touching his life, how to survive on distance without hope. Until the night she ran. A wedding gown soaked in rain. A locked door. A father who sold her future without remorse. With nowhere left to go, Ayla chose the one place she never should have, Silas. But the man she returned to was no longer a distant memory. He was controlled, restrained, devastatingly silent. He let her stay. He protected her. He never promised love. A marriage formed without desire. A home built on unspoken care. A devotion that grew deeper in silence, until one loss shattered everything. And Ayla learned that "loving someone who cannot say it back can destroy you just as completely as being abandoned." Silas Williams was never cruel. That was his greatest mistake. He didn’t raise his voice. He didn’t abandon her. He didn’t betray her love. He simply believed that staying was enough. Silas protected Ayla in the only ways he knew quietly, responsibly, without asking for anything in return. He gave her shelter, stability, and a place beside him. He believed love was something proven through actions, not words. He never realized that silence can wound deeper than rejection. He never understood that for someone like Ayla, love needed to be seen, spoken, and held before it was too late. And when everything finally broke, Silas learned the cruelest truth of all: "You can do nothing wrong and still lose everything." Redemption did not come with grand gestures. It came with regret. With absence. With learning how to love someone who no longer belonged to him. Cause some realizations arrive only after love is gone. And some men spend the rest of their lives chasing the damage they never meant to cause.