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Quick heads-up: I post new chapters twice a week. Sorry for the quiet — the break-up really knocked me harder than I thought. (〃^ー^〃)" [Trigger Warning: This semi dark fantasy romance contains few mature themes.] --- SYNOPSIS: •A WORLD BUILT ON LIES• Long ago, humans lived unaware of the supernatural beings hidden among them—werewolves with their primal instincts, witches whispering spells in the dark, and elves with their ancient, watchful eyes. For centuries, they coexisted in fragile silence. Then, everything shattered. Near the shadow-drenced woods of the Shadow pack kingdom, human traveler stumbled upon a gruesome scene: an old woman’s lifeless body, her skin ashen, her wounds gaping like accusations. A few paces away lay a dead werewolf, its throat ripped open, its muzzle still flecked with blood. The truth was undeniable—monsters walked among them. Fear ignited war. Humans, armed with fire and steel, hunted the supernatural races. Witches and elves were dragged into the slaughter, their homes burned, their people butchered. The bloodshed raged until King Alfred V of the Amethyst Kingdom stood before the four Werewolf Kings—Silverhowl, Crimsonheart, Shadow, and Atlassian —and offered a deal drenched in poison. A sacrifice for peace. Every twenty years, each human family would surrender a daughter to the werewolves. And in return, the future Alpha Kings must wed a human—or the war would reignite. The werewolves agreed. The witches and elves retreated, their hatred festering like an open wound. The world remained fractured, its peace a fragile lie. --- •THE PROPHECY OF FIRE• In the hidden Blaze Tribe, where crimson eyes burned like embers, the seer Prophetia foresaw annihilation. "Our people will fall," she rasped, her voice trembling. "But from the ashes, a girl will rise—the one who will bring true peace… and the one they will slaughter for it." The tribe made a desperate pact. They would cast a spell—a curse of forgotten memory—erasing their existence from the world’s mind. Their souls would be the price, but their legacy would live on in Ovelia, the child of prophecy. The night the Blaze Tribe fell, Ovelia’s parents hid her in the whispering forest, their hands shaking as they sealed a goddess—Firera—inside her infant body. Then, they turned to face their doom. --- •FATE’S CRUEL WHISPER• Ace Draven—half-werewolf, half-witch prince of Silverhowl—had never believed in destiny. Until he found a crying infant in the forest. His wolf, Fenrir, howled in recognition. A crimson thread shimmered between them—mates. But Firera, watching from within Ovelia’s soul, snarled. "She’s a child. This is too soon." With a flick of her wrist and spell, she tore the memory from Ace’s mind, leaving only an empty ache in his chest. --- •TWENTY YEARS LATER: A SACRIFICE IGNITES• Ovelia has spent her life as a slave, raised by the cruel mayor of Timberline Village—a man who would gladly sacrifice her to spare his own daughter. The night of the sacrifice, the air reeks of damp earth and iron. Torches flicker as the werewolves emerge from the shadows. And then—Ace Draven steps forward. Their eyes meet. Fenrir *howls*. Ace’s claws unsheathe, his breath ragged. He doesn’t understand why his wolf is clawing at his ribs, why his pulse hammers at the sight of this stranger. But the bond between them burns hotter than vengeance. Ovelia doesn’t know him. He doesn’t recognize her. And yet, their souls scream in unison.

"Take me instead." Three words. Guinevere Lunaris trades herself and saves 300 lives. Tied. Gagged. Underestimated by a mile. They chain her to a tree in the snow. Mistake. While running for her life, she meets a stranger in the dark and tells him to hide so he isn’t killed. Twelve hours later, he walks into her father's hall wearing a crown. The man she just told to hide in a hole is Maddox Drakencrest, High King of Velkaris. Ruler of an entire continent. Maddox hears his dragon say ‘mate’ right away. But her wolf is silent. More and more Alpha Kings enter the hall. She catches the tail end of her father’s toast and chokes on her wine. "—leave here with a virgin bride." An auction for her hand turns into a full-out bidding war. Maddox wins. 750 million in gold, three dragon fleets, and an urn full of the bastard who chained her the day before. Every force in Velkaris is betting against a wolf on a dragon throne. The Elders say the queen must be a dragon rider, which is impossible for a woman without dragon blood. The king's half-brother agrees with them, but his solution is a civil war and taking the crown for himself. If his brother’s rebellion wins, Maddox dies and she belongs to him. If the elders win, she goes back to the father who sold her. Neither is happening. Her wolf calls Velkaris home. She's not giving it up. They expect Guinevere to behave like a good little wolf princess and play along with their political games. She says bet.

Hebner Grand spent a lifetime as a shadow, a powerless human forced to bow before the whims of the gifted. When the abyss finally offered him a choice—to be a savior or a scourge—he chose to burn the world that broke him. Now, as the absolute Demon Lord, his word is law and his power is unrivaled. Hannah McKay is a brilliant scientist driven by a single, desperate goal: Project Y- a goal born not only from duty, but from a loss that still haunts her. Her life’s work depends on creating a serum to pacify the aggressive demon hordes, and the final, vital ingredient is the genetic material of the Demon Lord himself. She has successfully harvested from every lower demon tier, but Hebner is a statistical anomaly. Despite the endless parade of succubi and sirens sent to his bed, he remains unmoved. He never releases; his body is a fortress that denies pleasure and refuses to surrender its seed. Desperate to save what remains of humanity, Hannah infiltrates the dark palace disguised as a lowly human servant. She knows the risks: Hebner harbors a visceral, cold hatred for her kind, viewing humans as the cause of his early misery. Her mission is simple but dangerous: 1. Seduce the most powerful being in existence. 2. Trigger a physical release that no one else has managed to elicit. 3. Harvest the sperm sample necessary to complete Project Y. As Hannah navigates the halls of the demon palace, she finds that Hebner isn't just a monster—he is a man fueled by a deep-seated ache for the respect he was never shown. When she finally catches his eye, the friction between his hatred for humans and his undeniable, carnal curiosity creates a volatile spark. Hannah expected a cold extraction. She didn't expect the overwhelming intensity of a king who has held back his desires for an eternity. To get the sperm sample she needs, she must break through his iron self-control, but in doing so, she risks falling for the very demon she intended to neutralize. In a world of shadows and power, their union becomes a battle of wills.

Once, Celine and Leo were the golden couple of their high school. However, in a single night, Celine’s world collapsed. Her father committed suicide after being framed, and Leo, the only man she ever loved, was the one who sent her to prison for the death of his mother. Now, Celine has been released as a woman with no future. When her mother fell terminally ill and she was forced to sell herself at an underground auction, a man purchased her for an astronomical price. That man was Leo. Leo did not just want to possess her. He wanted to bind Celine in a marriage of torment as a form of cold revenge. Behind the walls of a luxury mansion that felt more like a cage, Celine had to survive between burning hatred and dark secrets that began to unravel one by one. Was Leo truly the monster who destroyed her life, or was he the only protector willing to be reviled to save her soul?

Adele de Frostfang, born a princess and a Luna by blood, she was never meant to be invisible. Yet at twenty-two, she remains unmated, powerless, and whispered about behind gilded doors. Her childhood spent in hospitals left her sheltered and naïve, while her younger sister shines effortlessly in the spotlight of society. In a world ruled by packs, power, and bonds, a Luna without a mate is seen as incomplete—and disposable. Tired of pity and ridicule, she makes a reckless decision: if fate will not give her a mate, she will choose one herself. She decides to learn the ways of high-circle from a rogue, what begins as lessons in confidence, society, and adulthood slowly turns into something deeper. But secrets cannot stay buried forever. This is a modern werewolf romance about choice, growth, forbidden bonds, and a no-mate Luna who dares to write her fate.

A late night trip through a back street alley for Boba, an architecture student, and a supposed escaped psych patient.

(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!

Once, Mu Anhan walked out on the man who loved her to madness—only to die and discover the price. Reborn, she clings to Gu Xiaozhan’s sleeve and whispers, “One more baby?” The tabloids sneer: “She’s nothing but a baby-maker, soon to be dumped.” Then her masks fall—perfume empress, top hacker, miracle doctor, AI genius, design prodigy. Now Nobel laureates queue at her gate. At night she curls in his arms, red lips teasing. Gu Xiaozhan lifts an eyebrow, voice low and scalding: “Ready for round three?”

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.

For money, Jin Jumo "signed" herself to the business tycoon Rong Mochen, for a period of one year. Upon their first meeting, the man's voice was icy, "I like women who keep their place, understand?" "Yes." Jin Jumo nodded lightly. So, Jin Jumo always adhered to her place, tightly locking her heart away, never crossing the line. If there was anything in her relationship with Rong Mochen that Jin Jumo hadn't anticipated, it would be... --- "Mr. Rong, our contract expired a week ago." Jin Jumo lightly curved her lips, giving a smile that didn't reach her eyes as she looked at the man in front of her. "So?" "So, Mr. Rong, are you playing rogue now?" Jin Jumo gritted her teeth. "Hmm..." Rong Mochen frowned, leisurely raising his head to look at Jin Jumo, "Is my daughter behaving well in your belly?" "It's not even two months, how do you know it's definitely a daughter..." Wait... Jin Jumo's eyes widened in terror, she hadn't told him she was pregnant... Rumor had it, a car accident targeting Z City tycoon Rong Mochen resulted in the death of a seven-month-pregnant woman. Rumor had it, after the accident, the Rong Family's president underwent a drastic change, becoming ruthless and fierce from being coldly indifferent. Rumor had it, the person killed in the accident was the person closest to Rong Mochen's heart. --- Four years later. "Brother, do we really need to find a new boyfriend for Mommy?" The little bun bit his chubby fingers, looking at the little boy beside him who was slightly taller. "Yes." The boy squinted, his gaze coldly fixed on the televised global sensation of the Rong Family's president's luxurious engagement ceremony. "But didn't Brother say that the old man named Rong is our real dad?" Jin Jumo, who had just stepped into the house, was nearly collapsing inside. How did the two little guys know Rong Mochen was...

*Title Change Coming Soon* Some stories start off like a fairytale. Some start off mediocre. Phoebe's started with tragedies. He was a boy raised by wealth and power. He became a man of danger and obsession. Her fire, her spite, her strength, her beauty. It was a trap and he fell right in. Consumed by need and desperation. He’d burn the world for her. He’d tear down empires. Rip through Earth. He would have her or no one else would. *** ~Phoebe "Get away." I growled. The closer the kidnappers moved, the angrier I got. I yanked on my ties. He grabbed my face pinching my cheeks hard and went to lean in for a kiss, but I jerked my head away quick, he wasn't prepared, his grip slipped, giving me the opening so, I slammed my forehead into his, hard. "Ow, fuck, you cunt." he punched me twice, the first hitting me in the eye and the second was across the cheek. My face ached. But I won't break. "Hand me my knife." The man said. He began slicing up my hoodie. I screamed. The cold air of the room crept up my exposed skin. "You're fucking tits are nice." He licked his lips and just as his hand reached for my breast, a loud bang echoed through the room. "Fuck what was that? Jung, go check it out." The man ordered his friend. I screamed again. Loud and angry, I needed whoever was up there to hear me. I let all the rage out in one loud roar. The man slapped me and then back handed me across the face. I felt dizzy after the last one. The world spun a little more, and nausea swirled in the pit of my belly. The door is busted open and in walks a group of men and that's when I spot him. Kim Taeyung. He was standing in the doorway. I was so happy to see him and then realization struck. He could see me. My body exposed to him. I was in a daze. I couldn't hear what was being said. But he was standing there. He looked mad. So mad. I've never seen anyone look that enraged. All of a sudden, a fight broke out, bats and pipes went flying. Blood splashed all of the place, like the room was getting a new paint job. My eyes kept moving around the room at everything going on that I didn't notice Taeyung was now standing by my side and cutting off my restraints. The man who took me charged at him. Fear ran up my spine, and I tried to untie my rope, but the rope kept moving and my hands wouldn't do what I wanted them to do. What was going on with me? It was like I couldn't control my own body; everything was off. I lost consciousness for a moment. *** ~Taeyung~ Phoebe was on a bed; she had rope tied around her wrists and ankles and tied to the bed posts. Her hoodie had been cut to shreds. Her hair was disheveled and her face red and bloodied and bruised. Yet she didn’t look broken. She looked like an animal ready to snap and devour a man whole. “Who the fuck are you? What are you doing here?” a man yelled. “Was this your brilliant idea?” I asked him. My eyes narrow, my face burning with rage. A murderous intent was pooling off me. I wanted to fucking put a bullet between his eyes right now. “So, what if it was, what are you going to do?” He snapped back at me. I looked at his men there was about five of them in the room, I’m assuming they were the known associates listed in Mr. Jin’s text to me. I looked to the men with me and nodded. They spread out from behind me and moved through the room holding their weapons. Taunting them. “Your buddies won’t be leaving this room alive, and you, I’ll be seeing you later.” The minute I took a step forward my men jumped. Blood splattering everywhere. “I’m going to leave my woman now.” “The fuck, you think you can just walk in here and take what you want?” Jeong Youngjoon charged at me with a knife. But I stepped to the side, grabbed his wrist and twisted it hard. His bone snapped and shattered. “That was stupid.” “Fuck you, I’m not scared of you.” He spit at me. I laughed loudly. “You will be...”

He was forbidden. My brother's best friend. Also the most dangerous man in the country. And I signed myself over to him. Leah Thorne had one rule: stay away from Dimitri Valentino. It shouldn't have been difficult. He was ruthless, feared, and devastatingly beautiful in the way that only truly dangerous things are. The kind of man who owned nightclubs, commanded armies, and made grown men weep with a single look. The kind of man her brother Mike trusted with his life. The kind of man she had absolutely no business wanting. But one shattered marriage, one bottle of whiskey, and one catastrophically bad decision later, Leah wakes up in Dimitri's bed with a signed contract on the nightstand and six months of her life no longer her own. Her body. His rules. No exceptions. The contract is iron-clad, the penalty clause suffocating — fifty million dollars she doesn't have. And Dimitri Valentino, the Wolf of the Italian underworld, has absolutely no intention of letting her go. He says he'll ruin her for other men. He's not lying. Because beneath the cold control and the thousand-dollar suits is a man who has wanted her for seven sinful years — who has memorized the curve of her smile, the sound of her laugh, and exactly how to take her apart piece by piece until the only word left in her vocabulary is his name. Eve came to him broken, looking to feel wanted. She never expected to feel owned. She never expected to love it. Six Months Contract With The Mafia God is a scorching dark romance about forbidden hunger, dangerous obsession, and the catastrophic moment a good girl stops running from the wolf who has always been hunting her. Some contracts change everything. Some men are worth the fine print.

"One Curse. Two Wolves, who are fated to each other." Adeline Valois was a broken Omega because of a lifetime of abuse. Following her mother’s death, her father’s remarriage introduced a stepmother and stepsister who stripped Adeline of her dignity, forcing her to live as a servant in her own house. When the call for a royal bride arrived, she was discarded, traded like a burden to the one man in Valdaria whose name alone could chill the blood of the bravest warriors. Gideon Knightley, the kingdom’s eldest prince, was the legendary "Golden Alpha." Though his title suggested brilliance, his reputation was one of ruthless wickedness. Yet, a darker secret loomed: Gideon was cursed, and the price of that curse would be paid in blood by the woman who won his heart. No high-ranking family would dare gamble their daughter’s life on his volatile nature, leaving Adeline to be offered up like a sacrificial lamb to a wolf. However, the kingdom’s expectations were shattered the moment they met. A dark, possessive obsession took root in Gideon’s cold heart, transforming the predator into a protector. He vowed to become a mate whose singular devotion would be whispered of for centuries. Adeline, who had spent a lifetime fearing the chains of marriage, found herself falling for a man who did not just offer his hand but surrendered his entire soul to her, demanding nothing in return but her presence. ~~~~ "I am a broken Omega, Prince," she blurted out. "And your mother... She cares for you. She only suggested a way to protect you from whatever curse you carry. I simply saw a chance for the freedom I've never been allowed to have." Gideon spun on his heels with predatory speed. His hand moved to the back of her head, his fingers tangling in her hair as he surged forward, drawing her so close that even the air between them vanished. "No one cares for me," he hissed, his eyes burning with a dark, golden fire. "You think I am a fool, don't you? You placed your trust in the Luna Queen after a single meeting, yet you could not bring yourself to trust my words. Freedom? That is a word you will forget. I am going to show you exactly what happens when you listen to others, especially that woman."

In a university where attention defines everything, Nayza chooses distance over admiration. Quiet, composed, and unreadable, she becomes the only girl who walks away from Erhan—the boy everyone wants and no one ignores. For Erhan, rejection isn’t something he accepts. What begins as wounded ego slowly turns into something darker. He doesn’t chase her; he watches, calculates, and pulls her into a space she never wanted to enter. A silent war begins between them—filled with tension, control, and moments that blur the line between hate and something far more dangerous. Nayza tries to resist, to stay away, but the more she distances herself, the stronger the pull becomes. Because what they share isn’t simple anymore. It’s intense, unpredictable, and impossible to ignore. And when feelings finally start to surface, they come with consequences neither of them is ready for. In a battle where pride and emotions collide, one question remains—

Updates: Mon, Wed, Fri 7AM GMT --------------------------- Oh no! The demon king, Talo, has lost his fight with the summoned hero! What to do?! Yuliain, the Incubus King and Sinister Sin of Lust, is the only one who can save him by traveling to different worlds, saving the "Tragic Target" by changing their fate and collecting soul scraps that will aid in making his Lord stronger! At least that is what his system, DK01, told him as he died. However, something strange is happening! Each soul scrap he collects from the "tragic target" seems to affect how he thinks about love. Love to an incubus is practically nonexistent, so how come Yu's heart seems to beat faster and his face gets redder with each "tragic target" he helps? From a domineering CEO to a Yandere ex-boyfriend, to even a zombie king, Yu will help them all if it means it will save his Lord!! Giving birth to their kids??? Of course, he would do that! As an Incubus King, it's only natural he would want to birth the children of a handsome and powerful being! See how a slutty incubus hops to different worlds and learns to love while giving birth! The ML is hot and sometimes a green flag-ish and the sex scenes will be interesting!!

When Rosalind follows her father to a grand banquet in the kingdom of Eryndor, she expects nothing but humiliation as her father intends to pawn her off to settle his gambling debts. Rosalind is fiercely unwilling to be controlled and is definitely unprepared for the attention of King Alaric, the kingdom’s feared tyrant whose dangerous charm and ruthless reputation make the bravest men tremble and women weak in their knees. Intrigued by her defiance, Alaric claims Rosalind as his own, and suddenly she is trapped in his castle, under the scrutiny of his watchful eyes, sinful tongue, and burning touch. Desperate to escape, she discovers a secret ally in a mysterious servant, one whose true identity shocks her and forces her to question everything she thought was real, with the fact that her father hadn't been in debt at all but had handed her to the malicious king with evil intentions. Rosalind finds herself caught between two men: the controlling, prideful king who desires her completely, and the enigmatic servant who sees her as more than a prize. In a palace where deception is law and freedom is impossible, can Rosalind survive and who will truly claim her heart?

Jessica found herself trapped in a cruel game orchestrated by her adopted father. He drugged her and sent her to a man's bed. By the time her adopted sister returned, their father had already sold her to yet another man. Caught between a passionate affection she cannot return and a rough love she covets, Jessica faced a difficult decision: whom should she choose?

What are the chances an orphan goes from scrubbing floors to becoming a Duchess in forty-eight hours? 100%— I would know because it happened to me. Only I wish I had a choice. Because the man I'm supposed to call "father," Baron Tobias Fletcher, sold me off like livestock the moment he found me. Nineteen years of wondering where I came from, and this is how it ends? Not with a family. Not with answers. With a wedding contract and a husband who never removes his mask. The Duke of Wellspring. Nevan Wilder. Every fiancée before me? Dead. Mad. Or gone — vanished like they never existed. They say he kills his brides the night they see what's underneath. So shame on me for thinking meeting my father would finally end my misery. And shame on me twice — because when the Duke took my hand in that ballroom, his touch ice-cold and impossibly gentle, I didn't feel fear. I felt something worse. I felt safe. Now I'm trapped in his estate, married to a man the whole kingdom fears, and the more I uncover, the less anything makes sense. Because if Nevan truly kills his brides — why is he trying so desperately to keep me alive? And whatever he's hiding beneath that mask? It's not the thing I should be afraid of.

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..