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“You think I didn’t see it?” Cillian’s voice was low behind me, clipped in that way that meant he was holding something back. “I didn’t invite him to stare,” I said. His hand came up anyway, settling at my hip like an anchor I hadn’t asked for. “It becomes my problem when you put yourself in situations where men decide they can touch you with their eyes,” he said. “I can take care of myself,” I shot back, twisting slightly, though his hand stayed firm, steady. His thumb pressed in, a quiet warning. “You don’t get to walk away from me into places that can hurt you.” I lifted my chin. “And you don’t get to decide what I’m afraid of.” For a moment, the air between us felt tight enough to break. Then his other hand came up, fingers brushing my jaw, tilting my face just enough that I had to meet his eyes. I hated the way my body reacted to the nearness, the way he stood there like a wall I could lean into or slam against. “Let go,” I said. His gaze dropped to my mouth, then lifted again. “Say it like you mean it.” *** My father sold me to marry the mafia prince. Yes, sold. No returns, no warranty. So, I did the only reasonable thing a sane woman would do: I ran. With a new name and a quiet life in a small college town, I built something close to normal. It almost worked. Then Cillian Volkov found me. He stepped into my world like he owned the air in it and waited for me to remember that contracts written in blood did not dissolve just because I changed my name. Cillian was calm in the way predators are calm. Controlled. Unimpressed by my attitude. Annoyingly unmoved by my attempts to be invisible. And the worst part? My body reacted to him like it had forgotten which side it was on. I was not a damsel. I was not innocent. I was not interested in becoming a mafia prince’s consolation prize. But in a world where debts did not disappear and men like him did not lose what they claimed, running might not have been the bravest thing I had ever done. It might have been the dumbest.

Wang Yoa, daughter of a legendary demon hunter, chooses her own path over an arranged marriage, becoming a demon hunter herself. Amid brutal training, family betrayal, and life-or-death missions, she meets her senior—a skilled, mysterious demon hunter. Their connection is undeniable, but rules, hierarchy, and their dangerous world keep them apart. As they face demons together, their mutual admiration grows into something deeper. But Wang Yoa’s past—her cruel stepmother, estranged father, and the memory of her mother—keeps her wary. Meanwhile, the demons they hunt are growing stronger, threatening the balance between humans and hunters, and putting their love to the ultimate test.

Samarra Hayden has spent her life running from town to town, from questions no one will answer, from the feeling that her own skin doesn’t quite fit. All she wants is one normal year. One chance to be a teenager instead of a secret. Mill Hollow seems like the perfect place to disappear. A quiet town hidden beneath endless rain and towering forests. A place that feels safe. It isn’t. As Samarra’s nightmares begin to bleed into waking life, long-buried forces start to stir. The wards protecting Mill Hollow weaken. Shadows notice her. And a boy with smoke in his lungs and danger in his eyes recognizes something in her that she doesn’t yet understand. Caught between a fiercely protective guardian who would burn the world to keep her safe, and a dark, magnetic stranger who feels disturbingly familiar, Samarra is pulled into a supernatural conflict older than the town itself. Because Samarra is not human. And the truth in her blood threatens to shatter the fragile boundary between Heaven, Hell, and everything in between. Some legacies are inherited. And some are bound by blood.

On her fourteenth birthday, Aurora watched her family being assassinated by a masked man with a scorpion tattoo on his right wrist. Six years later, weighed down by her comatose brother’s hospital bills, Aurora works at a BDSM club just to survive. One night, she comes face to face with a Masked Dom—a powerful man who bears the same scorpion tattoo in the exact same spot. Certain he is the monster who destroyed her life, Aurora accepts his offer to clear all her debts in exchange for becoming his submissive for two months. To her, it is the perfect chance to get close enough to drive a blade through his heart. But things don’t go as planned. Instead of hatred, Aurora begins to fall in love with the masked man. And the game changes when Aurora lands a second job as the personal secretary to the Lycan King. The moment she meets him, her world tilts. He looks exactly like the masked man from the club—the same face structure, the same presence. The only differences? His eyes and hair are a different shade… and there is no tattoo on his wrist. How could two men look so alike? Believing he is a completely different man, Aurora falls for him too. What Aurora doesn’t know is that the masked man she wants to kill, the masked man she loves, and the Lycan King she is falling for are all one man. PS: This book has a high rate of sex, specifically dominant and submissive displays. PS: Two chapters are updated daily.

She is fire. He is a wolf. Seraphina Vale has always lived on the edge—stealing secrets, defying rules, and surviving on her own terms. Bold, reckless, and unafraid, she thrives in the shadows of a world most fear to enter. But one night, a stolen ledger pulls her into a danger far greater than she ever imagined. Lucian Moretti is a king in a kingdom of blood and power—a mafia lord whose control is absolute and whose obsession is merciless. When he crosses paths with Seraphina, he sees not just a threat, but a fire he cannot resist. She challenges him, infuriates him, and ignites something dark and consuming within him. As the line between hunter and hunted blurs, Seraphina must navigate a web of power, lust, and betrayal where loyalty is rare, desire is deadly, and every choice could cost her life. And yet, the fire she carries may be the only thing capable of taming the wolf who has claimed her. Velvet Fang is a gripping dark mafia romance, where obsession, danger, and forbidden passion collide and no one is definitely walking away unscathed.

A reverse harem with a twist. The most notorious female killer, Alice, is arrested and jailed after two decades of her reign of terror. She is gunned down while attempting to escape, and instead of that being the end of her story, she finds herself in a different reality and in the body of a doppelganger, Lisa, who happens to be the heir of a criminal empire. She wakes up at Lisa's fathers funeral and is confronted with a well established criminal empire at her beck and call and enemies who will stop at nothing to see her dead. The top six men in Lisa's organization and also the firstborn sons of the six families in the criminal empire were promised her hand in marriage. With a criminal empire in one hand hand and six stunning suitors in the other Alice cannot wait to make the world and her new husbands scream her name.

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.

[BL] Imagine being the main character of a toxic BL novel who somehow transmigrated to the real world— and then you found out that your readers ‘ship’ you with your abuser. Awful, right? Thankfully, that didn’t happen to Wonyoung. But that could happen to An Baekya— the main character of a hit omegaverse novel, who also happens to be his son-in-law. Yep, the red flag male lead who abused the main character was Wonyoung’s son from his 'past life.' He didn't know how his past life became a novel, but he hated his previous self for failing as a parent. So, when an unfortunate event brought him back inside the novel, he decided to change the main character's life for the better. Yes, Wonyoung will raise his future Omega son-in-law this time— even if it means abandoning his Alpha son. *** #omegaverse #dominantomega #dominantalpha #pregnancy #contractmarriage #mystery #timetravel #transmigration #novel #omega #alpha

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

[WARNING]: Extreme Sexual Situations BDSM Very Dirty Talks Explicit Sexual Content 18+ ONLY Humiliation & many more. ____________________ Witches — Werewolves Imagine being fated to not one, not two and not three but four Alphas who hates you with all their being. This is Heaven’s life. She’s confused and doesn’t know what to do. But when the they find out what she is and stop hating her and beg her to take them. Will she forgive them Or Will she treat them like shit just like they’ve done to her for SIX years? WHY DON’T YOU READ TO FIND OUT!!!! : ) ————— I ran towards the door. I wanted to escape. I couldn't watch this happen. My mates were in bed with another woman right in front of me. "Where do you think you're going?" Damian said, looking up from Sofia's mouth. "Oh Heaven , you need to stay and watch how real men pleasure me. Maybe you will learn something," she said with her evil smile plastered on her face. I shook my head frantically. I didn't want to watch. I couldn't watch . I might end up fainting from heartbreak. I reached out to the door, before I could open it, Dylan moved with supernatural werewolf speed and grabbed my arm, pulling me away from the door. "Why don't you ever listen?" he asked, irritated and annoyed at me wanting to escape their cruelty. He dragged me towards a chair by the corner of the room. I struggled and struggled with all my strength to break free from his grip, but it was too strong. He pushed me onto the chair, then Desmond came behind holding a rope in his hands. My eyes widened in horror, and my heart began to beat faster when I realized what they were about to do. I tried to scream but I couldn't. I began to cry heavily as tears dripped down my face. I looked at each of them, and they all had smiles on their faces. They were excited. Sofia had the biggest smile. I was helpless and trapped. I was a prisoner in my own marriage. ******** For Six years, Heaven Hale has lived as less than nothing. Once the cherished daughter of the Pack’s Beta, she became a slave the day her father was accused of treason and executed alongside her mother. The trauma stole her voice and she became mute and even her wolf had refused to resurface. She tried to survive the pack by being invincible as much as possible. Worst of all, Sofia Cromwell, her childhood best friend had turned on her. When Heaven fell and became nothing, Sofia chose power over loyalty and became her cruelest enemy, She began to treat her lower than a servant, punishing her without any good reason. She became the quadruplets favourite and the future Luna of the pack. The Bloodstone Quadruplets, Damian, Damon, Desmond, and Dylan the Alphas of the Full Moon Pack were once Heaven’s protectors and childhood friends also turned their back on her, they had promised to be their mate but now, Sofia was all over them , they did everything Sofia wanted them to do. They only see her only as the Daughter of the man who tried to kill their parents and destroy the pack. Until every thing changed, On the night of their ascension, a silver mate bond appears before the entire pack not on Sofia’s wrist, but on Heaven’s. The bond ties her to all four Alpha brothers. A mute, wolf-less servant and a hybrid… Mated to the Four rulers of the pack. It should never have happened. It should have been rejected. ————— Heaven finds out that her whole life was a lie and that she wasn’t who she though she was. How will she survive amongst people who hated her kind and wish to see them burnt at the steak? P.S: From now on, we’ll have two chapters updated daily

•⋅⊰∙∘☽✼☾∘∙⊱⋅• Senior year was supposed to be Noah Valentine's glow-up. New wardrobe. New reputation. This was finally his chance to prove he wasn't the same awkward boy bullies could easily prey on. Then his mom got remarried... And his new stepbrother turned out to be Adrien Fell. Rich. Arrogant. Straight. Gorgeous of course, is determined to ruin his year all over again-except when he's glaring at his dates, interfering with his plans, or (annoyingly) acting like he actually cares. Enemies? Definitely. Step-siblings? Unfortunately. Attraction? ...Yeah, that's the goddamn problem. Between jealous exes, revenge plots, family secrets and obsessed stalkers, Noah's's "best year ever" is spiraling out of control. But maybe-just maybe-the boy he was never supposed to want is the one who's been waiting for him all along. [MATURE CONTENT, EVENTUAL SMUT] (What to expect) •Family murder mystery •Enemies to lovers •Forced proximity •Yandere stalker •Eventual smut (very graphic) •Taboo relationship •GL side couple •Love triangle •Extremely slow burn •⋅⊰READER CHALLENGE⊱⋅• sorry, guys...I had to take this down because I'm running out of stockpile chapters and I'm currently too sick to create more...but I'll put it back up when I get enough chapters... thank you for the support.

CONTENT WARNING This story is intended for a mature audience and contains graphic, intense scenes that may be disturbing to some readers. Reader discretion is strongly advised. DON'T FUCK ME OR YOU D1E... Camilla Gray's loneliness ended when she found a family in the Harts—and a fierce, consuming love in their son, Bran. Their wedding day was soft and sunlit. The kind of day that makes you believe in forever. It shattered on their wedding night. He died inside her. Years later, Camilla isn't healing. She's surviving. She lives as a servant in her own home, enduring the venomous blame of Bran's family, who are convinced she killed him. She's starting to believe them. Then a stranger steps out of the rain. Lucian Thorne is a trillionaire whose calm is more terrifying than any rage. He holds a contract bearing Bran's signature—and hers. To settle an unimaginable debt, Bran sold her. Now Lucian has come to collect. Camilla faces an impossible choice: remain in a prison of grief and contempt, or walk into a gilded cage owned by a man who sees her not as a person—but as collateral. This is not a story about moving on. This is a story about what happens when the only way out is to sell yourself to the person who already owns you. Genres: Dark Romance | Psychological Thriller | New Adult | Tragedy WARNING: This story contains explicit content, non-consensual themes, and psychological trauma. Please do not read if you are under 18. DANGER ZONE. ENTER AT YOUR OWN RISK.

At twenty‑nine, she was the youngest CEO in the tech industry—NetVault Security had gone from small startup to Fortune 500 in just six years. The media called her a prodigy. Her board called her unstoppable. Her therapist called her alexithymic. Unable to understand or describe her own emotions. The elevator chimed. Elara didn’t look up. Only one person had after‑hours access. “You’re late,” she said. “The investor meeting is in twelve hours. Did you review the—” “I’m not here about the meeting.” … “Ugh.” Elara lost her life that day at the hands of her mentor and adoptive father. By the next morning, the same people who once called her a genius and praised her to the sky were calling her a coward who killed herself to escape scandal. Then Elara woke up. Not in her office. Not in a hospital. In a different world. In a different body. She was now Elara, the Fourth Princess of this so‑called great kingdom—only to find that this princess was an utter pushover, completely useless in everyone’s eyes. No one feared her. No one respected her. Even her own palace was full of other people’s spies. How is Elara supposed to survive this palace battle, when seven princesses fight in the shadows and she’s known as the weakest one? And can she ever escape this place… or will she decide to win instead? … … “Your Highness, please… ugh…” The leash of light around Mahir’s neck—the head of the knights—tightened with a soft pull. His face flushed red, and not from pain. “Princess, here.” Ken, the strongest beast knight, knelt closer and held out a small pill between his fingers, guiding it gently to Elara’s lips. “Swallow it,” he said quietly. “You used too much power today.” On the floor below the bed, three beastmen knelt in a row, broad shoulders tense, ears twitching, their eyes fixed on her with dazed focus. Thin, glowing leashes of magic ran from their collars to the bands at Elara’s wrists. “Please…” Ken’s voice dropped, rough and a little hoarse. “Put your foot here.” He touched his gloved hand to his chest. “On me.” Elara sighed, half annoyed, half amused, and rested her foot lightly on his armored chest. All three of them drew in a sharp breath at the same time, faces turning even redder as the magic between them flared. Their eyes—gold, amber, and deep brown—looked up at her with the same lost, devoted gaze.

[WARNING: ADULT CONTENT WITH DETAILED SMUT, LANGUAGE] Theodore Pierce has a dream, and that dream has a six-pack, steel-gray eyes, and a permanent scowl. Unfortunately, the man of his (very explicit) dreams is also Xavier Fairchild: billionaire CEO, legendary Alpha ice king, and Theo’s boss of three excruciatingly polite years. Theo’s plan was simple: pine quietly, survive on late-night fantasies, and keep his hopeless crush safely locked away while enjoying no-strings fun with Rowan, his ridiculously hot rock-star Alpha friends with benefits. Then one drunken night changed everything. One blurry, earth-shattering, knot-so-good one-night stand with the boss he’s secretly obsessed with, followed by Xavier pretending it never happened. Like seriously? Well, challenge accepted. Between leaked paparazzi photos, emergency heats in glass elevators, and a company gala that ends with a fake mating mark becoming very, very real, Theo is determined to thaw the ice king, one scandalous moan at a time. Because if Xavier Fairchild thinks he can knot him senseless and then go back to spreadsheets and silence… Well, he clearly underestimated how stubborn a sunshine omega (pretending to be a Beta) in love can be.

"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

“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

Faye Miller thought she was accepting a simple babysitting contract. A high salary. An isolated manor. An infant to protect. Nothing more. But the moment she steps through the gates of the Volkov estate, she enters a world where everything is controlled — schedules, conversations, emotions. Nikolaï Volkov is a man who leaves nothing to chance. At the head of a feared financial empire, he has built his life on discipline and order. Even his son, Alekseï, is raised under strict rules, far from the chaos of feelings. Until Faye arrives. Where Nikolaï sees an heir to be shaped, Faye sees a child starved for warmth. Where he enforces rules, she brings spontaneity. And without meaning to, she begins to crack the frozen balance of the manor. But within this house of silent walls, it is not only a matter of upbringing. Because attachment is a risk. Desire is a weakness. And in Nikolaï Volkov’s world, weaknesses are paid for dearly.

(This is a love story disguised with abuse!) "Mia Lowder is just a waste!" "Mia Lowder is too vicious, she framed her sister and even hit her own mother." "A person like her should just get out of Falwood." At a banquet, everyone surrounded Mia Lowder, who was sitting in a wheelchair, and cursed her. Suddenly, the cold and ruthless Mr. Grant appeared, protecting her in his arms, "She is my wife, damn it! Anyone who dares to touch her, try it!" Four years ago, she became crippled because of him and left Falwood in despair. Four years later, she insists on marrying him. Everyone was waiting for Benjamin Grant to abandon her again, but no one knew that Mr. Grant had set a trap for a full four years, just so she could return to his side. Soon after, he spoiled Mia Lowder to the extreme, to the point of obsession. Only then did the people of Falwood realize that Mr. Grant was unwell, and pampered his wife recklessly!

Strong Female CEO vs. Hidden Tycoon in Disguise In her past life, Charlotte Allison built a business empire—until betrayal left her ruined and presumed dead. Reborn, she cuts loose her toxic fiancé, boots her scheming relatives, and reclaims the throne. Everyone whispers that her fragile new boyfriend is just a rebound… until Lucas Quinn steps out of the shadows. At a high-society banquet, lights dim on rumors of the reclusive Quinn patriarch—reportedly frail and ruthless. Lucas strides in, razor-sharp and very much alive, eyes locked on Charlotte. Lucas Quinn: The man everyone thinks is after her fortune. Only he knows it began with one shared candy bar, one rooftop rose, one midnight firework—each spark forging a love he never planned. Charlotte thought she’d tamed a gentle wolf; turns out she’s sleeping with the alpha.