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Surviving A Novel I Don't Remember: A Tutor's Guide To Staying Alive

"If I can just stay under the radar, I might survive the final chapter." Kim Jowoon woke up in a novel world as the illegitimate fourth son of a marquis, Julian Von Astrea, and it looked like every single character hated him. It was a world where everyone looked like a protagonist—shining eyes, tragic backstories, destiny practically dripping off them. Everyone except him. He didn't even get a script. Then the Affection System popped up and crushed his hopes in one clean line of text: every so-called “hero” in the capital had a solid 0% interest in his continued existence. Naturally, Julian did the most reasonable thing possible—he ran. Straight into the safest job he could think of: tutoring the young son of the Empire's most reclusive (and famously cold) Duke. The plan was foolproof. Win over the kid, stay invisible, collect a fat paycheck, and live long enough to die of old age instead of plot relevance. It didn't go smoothly at first. The child never spoke, the Duke barely appeared, and Julian briefly wondered if he'd chosen the wrong kind of death. But somehow… it worked. The Duke's son quickly warmed up to him. Lessons became warm and fun moments, and silence turned into trust. And even stranger, the Duke's affection level didn't just rise—it skyrocketed into something Julian absolutely had not planned for. For the first time since transmigrating, he felt safe. Then the Emperor began to interfere, so much that he became a madman to Julian. Julian thought he could live quietly. Well... He thought wrong.
Byul_Byre · 388.3k Views

Targeted by the System, Protected by the Enemy

Targeted by the System, Protected by the Enemy By Lia Mara Hunted by her own system. Saved by the man she was trained to destroy. Agent Livia Hart was never meant to survive this mission. When an elite operation in Prague collapses within minutes, leaving her entire team wiped out without a trace, Liv realizes something far worse than failure is unfolding. Someone isn’t just targeting the mission. They are targeting her. Branded as expendable by the very system she devoted her life to, Liv becomes the center of a silent manhunt. Orders are issued. Teams are deployed. And this time, there is no extraction. Only elimination. But just as the trap closes in, a shadow moves before every bullet can reach her. Precise. Unseen. Always one step ahead. Leon. The man who vanished months ago during a classified mission. Declared dead. Erased from the system. And now, the one protecting her. He offers no explanations, only survival. But the closer Liv gets to him, the more the truth begins to unravel. The system she trusted is no longer clean. The mission she was given was never meant to succeed. And the enemy she was trained to destroy might be the only one who can keep her alive. As alliances fracture and the line between hunter and prey disappears, Liv is forced into a choice she was never prepared to make. Because this time, running won’t save her. And the man protecting her might be the most dangerous truth of all.
Lia_Mara1313 · 3.9k Views

Clumsy Eight-Tailed Fox with Her Fourth Husband

Marriage means different things to different people. For Thalia Kim, it means survival. Five years ago, she died on her wedding night. Not in a dramatic, metaphorical way, but quite literally, with a broken bottle driven straight into her heart. She had only been doing what she always did. Men could never fully handle her, and they rarely stayed conscious after. So when her third husband went still, she assumed he had fainted, just like the others. He hadn’t. He opened his eyes, saw something he shouldn’t have, and panicked. Before her power could take effect, everything went wrong. That was how she lost her first tail. Now she only has eight left, and worse, her core is already starting to break. If it collapses completely, even a year would be considered lucky. So yes, she needs to get married again—not for love, not for happiness, but simply to stay alive long enough to become human. The plan is simple: find someone, get married, survive. It would have worked. If she hadn’t proposed to William Carter. A man her sister is clearly afraid of. A man who does not look like someone she can control. And more importantly, a man who should have refused without a second thought. But he didn’t. He said yes! Just like that, without hesitation, without question, as if the decision had already been made long before she even asked. Now, things are already starting to go wrong. Her ability doesn’t work on him. She doesn’t know what he wants. And he doesn’t seem like the kind of man who makes careless decisions. Which leaves her with one very inconvenient problem... This marriage might keep her alive. Or it might end exactly the way her last one did.
fyaya · 577 Views

My father sold me to the Mafia King

[Warning: This story contains explicit adult content and dark romance themes. It features a strong female lead and a dominant male lead. Expect dangerous plot twists ahead.] slow burn ---------------------- Julie pov I screamed at him as I tried to break free from the grip of his hands to reach for his belt, his body, anything belonging to him: "I don't care! I want you to fuck me now... do you understand?" ///////////////////////// Robert pov She said defiantly: "I'll do it myself," and placed her trembling fingers on her pussy. I pounced on her and gripped her hands tightly: "What are you doing, you crazy girl?!" She screamed as she tried to escape: "Let me go to get rid of this agony! If you don't want to fuck me, let me save myself!" I was pressing on her hands to restrain her, and she took advantage of my proximity and kissed me hungrily. I pulled my lips away from her with difficulty, while my body was screaming to throw myself on top of her and touch every inch of her. I was burning too, seeing her in this miserable state. She looked into my eyes deeply and said in a tone that made my world reel: "Robert... take my virginity... make me scream your name, Robert." ___________________ I'm Julie Michael I went with my father to a luxurious restaurant in New York, but I never left with him.My father sold me to a mafia king who owns a VIP club that rents out girls only to politicians and celebrities. On a lower floor of a world that doesn’t exist on any map, The girls are imprisoned in royal suites, prepared solely to please the clients, with no hope of escape. I was sold to Robert Cross, a billionaire who buys people for the joy of breaking them.But I refuse to break under his hands. In Robert Cross’s world, everything has a price tag. I was his most expensive purchase, and I intend to be his most dangerous mistake. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~ - "You bought my body, but you will not buy my submission," Julie spat. Robert leaned in, his voice a dark hiss: "Commodities don't need to like their masters, Julie... It’s enough that I took a liking to you and bought you, sweetheart." ______________ Adult content only Dark Romance Twisted
Z_Hira · 167k Views

The Billionaire's Decoy Bride: Dangerously Yours

“Adrian,” Raya whispered, voice trembling. “Choose — her or me.” His eyes darkened. “Why should I choose,” he said softly, stepping closer, “when I can have you both?” Her breath caught. “You’re insane,” she whispered. He brushed a thumb over her lips. “No,” he murmured, “i'm yours as you're mine. Whether you want it or not.” ~~~ To save her father, Raya agrees to become the fiancée of a man who could destroy her. She thought she was walking into a simple contract. But when she steps into Adrian Blake’s world, she steps into a maze of power, obsession, and dangerous secrets. Adrian never loved Seraphina, the woman he was supposed to marry. He only needed her family’s influence to seize the Blake empire. But when Seraphina vanishes… Raya becomes the perfect replacement. She’s stubborn, penniless, and nothing like Seraphina. Except for one disturbing detail She looks exactly like her. His terms are everything she should refuse: • Pretend to be his fiancée. • Pay off her father’s impossible debt. • Leave when he says so. Simple. Until she realizes the man behind the cold mask isn’t simple at all. The more she falls for him, the more dangerous he becomes. Because Adrian Blake doesn’t want love. He wants control. And now, he wants her. When the truth about Seraphina begins to unravel, Raya must choose: Run before she’s swallowed by Adrian’s darkness… or stay and risk losing her heart, and her identity, to the man who already owns her.
Weïrd · 220.6k Views

Sold To The Frost Alpha

Selene Jameson has always been the family stain, unwanted daughter, shadow to the golden children. The night her mother dies saving her life, Selene loses the only person who ever loved her. When Atlas D'Angelo, the boy she gave everything to, betrays her in the cruelest way possible, she vows never to beg for love again. But fate has darker plans. On the night Selene finally tastes freedom, fame, money, a future of her own her family sells her to a supernatural auction. She's thrust into a hidden world ruled by lycans who see humans as nothing more than commodity. Then he buys her. Mikhail Morozov, Wintercrest Alpha and High Alpha of the Onyx Concord. Feared across Nocturna, Lycan Realm. With a shattered past, a missing sister, and a throne built on blood and betrayal, the last thing he needs is a defiant human girl with a sharp tongue and darker humor than his sins. But Selene isn't human. She bears the Crescent, a mark of ancient power that could save the Nocturna or destroy it. When Kustav Volkov, a rival ruthless Alpha, is revealed to be Selene's father, he lays his claim on her. Mikhail offers Selene a choice: marry him in a blood-bound pact that grants her protection under lycan law. But this marriage of convenience will be anything but convenient. *** "And you smell good," I interrupted, words tumbling out before I could stop them. "Really good. Like winter but not the terrifying kind. The beautiful kind. With snow and—" I scrunched my nose, grasping for the description. "Those delicate frost patterns that appear on glass." Mikhail produced a sound deep in his chest that could've been a growl or a chuckle or something caught between. "Why are there two staircases?" I blurted suddenly, fixating on the duplicated grand stairway looming before us. "Is this intentional? Seems ridiculously excessive." "There's only one staircase, moya." "Are you certain? Because I'm definitely seeing two. Perhaps you require vision correction. Do lycans need glasses? That would be hilarious. Tiny spectacles perched on a massive terrifying wolf—" "Selene." His voice emerged strained, taut in a manner that penetrated even through my fog. "You need to stop talking." I peered up at him, hurt piercing through the pleasant haze. "Why? Am I irritating you? I'm sorry. I'll stay quiet." "No." The word escaped sharp, nearly anguished. "You're not irritating me. You're—" He severed the sentence, jaw clenching so viciously I witnessed the muscle twitch. "Just... rest." But I didn't want rest. I wanted to comprehend why his expression appeared like that—all rigid and ravenous and something else I couldn't identify. "Are you alright?" I asked, raising my hand toward his jaw. He intercepted my wrist before contact, his hold gentle yet unyielding. "Don't." "Why not?" "Because I'm barely maintaining control as it is, and if you touch me right now—" He halted abruptly, eyes compressing shut momentarily. "Just don't." That should've frightened me. The ferocity in his tone, the way his restraint appeared to unravel at the seams. But intoxicated-me simply smiled, inexplicably pleased. Then I caught the way his gaze dropped. Just for a fraction of a heartbeat. To my mouth. Heat bloomed through my chest, spreading like wildfire. "You want to kiss me," I breathed, the revelation making me giddy. His eyes snapped back to mine, glacial blue turned predatory. "Kissing," he said slowly, voice dropping an octave, "doesn't even begin to scratch the surface of what I want to do to you." The air left my lungs. His grip on my wrist shifted, thumb finding my pulse point. Pressing there. Feeling the frantic rhythm he'd caused. "Kissing is gentle," he continued, leaning in just enough that his breath ghosted across my lips. Close enough to take. Close enough to claim. But he didn't. "Kissing is sweet. What I want?" His eyes dragged down my face, my throat, lower then back up with deliberate slowness. "There's nothing gentle about it."
Lilac_Everglade · 59.8k Views

The Stranger Behind My Orgasm

"You will cum when you earn it, slut," He spat, slapping my cunt again. "You absolute, depraved BASTARD, I was so close!" "That filthy mouth." He watched me writhe with cold burning satisfaction in those eyes and leaned closer to whisper. "It keeps mouthing off. Let's give that dirty, filthy mouth something to do." His hand fisted in my hair, letting go of my legs and dragged me off the bench to my knees. He was about to fuck me! ** ** ** ** ** ** Have you ever fucked a stranger in an airplane bathroom on Valentine's Day after having the worst day of your life? Yeah. Me neither. Until my boyfriend decided to give me the plot twist of the century on the most romantic day of the year—cheating on me with half of New York in our bed. So I threw caution to the wind and let a masked stranger bend me over in a cramped airplane bathroom and fuck me until I saw the stars. No faces. No names. Just the best orgasm of my life and a silent agreement we'd never see each other again. Except four weeks later, I'm starting fresh as Executive Assistant to Finnegan Wolfe — billionaire CEO, certified control freak, and the most infuriatingly gorgeous man I've ever had the misfortune of working for. And my new boss is the stranger who wrecked me. He just doesn't know it yet. Now I'm navigating a job I desperately need, a past I'm desperately hiding, and a man who makes me forget every reason I'm supposed to stay professional. The only question is — what happens when he finally remembers? This is a steamy office romance with secrets, lies, and enough sexual tension to melt your Kindle. EXPECT PROMISING ORGASMS AND INTENSE, RAW, HARDCORE, SMUTTY, DIRTY, NASTY SCENES. Rated 19. Here, your fantasies will come alive. PARTICIPATING IN WSA 2026 — I'M COUNTING ON YOUR SUPPORT!
MarcellaCross · 97.6k Views