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A premeditated car accident almost cost Lu Jinghan his life, but fortunately, Doctor Han saved him. Later, the old master of the Lu Family said with delight, "The life-saving grace of Doctor Han cannot be thanked with words; it's better to let my grandson offer himself in gratitude." "Old man, that's enough." A deep voice came from behind, belonging to Lu Jinghan. Han Xi also felt as if she had been struck by lightning. She's a doctor; healing and saving people is her duty and doesn't deserve such... generous reward. ... Later, Doctor Han became the person Mr. Lu cherished in his heart. Mr. Lu had a smile on his lips, a smile as sweet as nectar: "Let's have a child, then we'll be a family of three." "Two, I want both a boy and a girl." "No, just one." "Why?" Mr. Lu gazed lovingly at his Mrs. Lu: "It's too painful to have a child, one is enough." What to do, it seems Doctor Han wants to pounce on her Mr. Lu right now.

[Warning: R18+ Content] I thought I was going to die. So I chose to be remembered. One night. One drink. One sin I could never take back. But the men I met at the bar weren’t strangers. They were The Trident… three ruthless heirs of the Corvanni Dynasty, the most feared mafia bloodline alive. Draven. Silent, merciless, a predator cloaked in shadows. Lucian. Calculative, hauntingly beautiful, a devil with a silver tongue. And Azriel. Wild, reckless, dangerously addictive. They don’t ask. They take. And now they want me… completely. Their obsession burns hotter than their empire. Their touch is forbidden, but I can’t resist. Because the deeper I fall, the clearer it becomes… I’m not just their desire. I’m their ruin. Excerpt ********** “Run if you want, Jade.” The nickname rolled off Lucian’s tongue like a promise and a threat, one no one had ever dared call me before. My breath hitched, legs trembling, but before I could take a step, Draven’s hand closed around my wrist… iron, unyielding. “You think you can walk away after tasting us?” His voice was quiet, deadly, sending shivers straight to my core. Azriel leaned in from behind, his lips brushing the shell of my ear as his laughter burned through me. “Sweetheart, we don’t chase what’s already ours. And you, little Jade…” his teeth grazed my skin, “…you belong to the Trident now.” Azriel’s fingers tilted my chin up, his grin sinful, dangerous, carved just for me. “Tell me, Jade,” he purred, voice thick with lust, “what do you want?” Heat scorched my skin, my lips parting, but no words came. My body betrayed me, trembling against the wall of Draven’s chest while Lucian’s hand traced lazy circles on my thigh, teasing, tormenting. Azriel’s laugh was low, filthy. “No, sweetheart. Don’t just tremble for us. Say it.” His thumb brushed my lower lip, slow, taunting. “Say what you want. Say you want our hands, our mouths, our cocks… say it, and I’ll give you everything.” Draven’s breath was at my neck, steady, lethal. “Careful,” he murmured, “once you speak it aloud, there’s no going back.” Lucian’s whisper slid against my ear, silken poison. “And when you do, Jade, you’ll never remember what it felt like to be untouched.” My mouth opened before my brain could reason… “I want you,” I whispered. Draven’s hand tightened, Lucian’s eyes darkened, Azriel laughed as if the world had finally given him his prize. Three bodies pressed in, heat and danger wrapping me like a cage I couldn’t escape. Didn’t want to escape. My heart screamed to run, but my body whispered the truth. I wanted them… All of them. ********** Three men. One woman. A love story carved in blood and obsession.

#PossessiveAlpha #SharpTonguedOmega #RoyalCourt #EnemiesToLovers #SlowBurn #ABO #Mpreg #EliteGuards #KnifeDuke #ScandalRomance #DepartmentOfSpite The Emperor’s bloodhound knows only how to hunt and he’s found a very interesting new prey. Gregoris Frasner doesn’t do polite conversation or slow dances. He doesn’t charm at banquets or linger for court gossip. He kills when ordered, tracks threats no one else can see, and sleeps better when his hands are stained with something real. His loyalty belongs to the Emperor and his Consort. Everything else is temporary. Until Rafael Rosenroth. Rafael was supposed to stay out of this. He’d spent years avoiding his mother’s arranged marriages, carefully balancing court expectations with just enough distance to be safe. But after one too many incidents, he was drafted into Gabriel’s infamous “Department of Spite,” where diplomacy is sharp, everything is weaponized, and affection is more dangerous than betrayal. But fate and Alexandra pushed him right into the depths of hell. What began as a joke turned into an obsessive alpha and an omega who wants nothing to do with him. Books order: Bound by the Mark of Lies (BL) Shadow Unit Scandal: The Commander’s Omega

Priscilla was raised in the Fairy Realm, where kindness was strength and love was gentle. Alpha Alexander was born to rule, hardened by claws, politics, and bloodbound duty. When a weakening veil between realms pulls Priscilla into wolf territory, fate binds her to the last person she ever expected—an Alpha who senses her as his mate the moment he sees her. In a magical world filled with enemies, jealousy, alliances, and secrets, Alex and Priscilla must band together with friends to protect their pack and home. Bound by destiny but divided by worlds, their journey is not just about survival—but about choosing each other, again and again, against everything that tries to tear them apart.

He just became the newly-crowned movie emperor when he died a tragic (actually, very stupid) death. On his way to cross the NaiHe bridge, he managed to evade Meng Po and not drink her soup. Thus keeping the memories of the life that he just had. But he would never have imagined that he would be reincarnated hundreds of thousands of years later. In the Interstellar era! If it happened to other guys, they would definitely want to be a mecha warrior. Don't most men dream of that at least once in their life? But sadly, that's not for him. There's only one goal in his mind - to be the number one star in the Interstellar era. With the knowledge and skills he got from his past life, he would definitely achieve it. But who was this annoying person who kept on pestering him? A certain prince smiled in a scary and crazy way: Cook food for me or else die. = a few months later = A certain prince leaned over and moved his face closer: I don't need food, I could just eat you. A bad tempered yandere gong X a reincarnated movie emperor shou *NaiHe bridge - a bridge that souls crossed to enter reincarnation **Meng Po - the lady on the Naihe bridge who gives out soup that lets the souls forget their memories, thus entering the cycle of reincarnation in a clean slate. Twitter: @tyramisu_wn IG: @tyramisu_novels

Yue Mingxuan is a military medic from 21st century who is died and wakes up in another world as a disgraced prince with a terrible reputation. His bad luck gets worse when he accidentally offends the cold and powerful god of war prince feared by all. But instead of killing him, he keeps him close. Using his medical skills, Yue Mingxuan starts to change his fate, while the proud prince seems more and more unwilling to let him go. He wanted to survive. With love wasn’t part of the plan.

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. --- 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, sunlit, and full of promise. It shattered during their intimate wedding night. He died in 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, a man of chilling calm and absolute authority. He holds a contract bearing Bran’s signature—and hers. To settle an unimaginable debt, Bran sold her. Now, Lucian has come to collect. Given one week to decide her fate, Camilla faces an impossible choice: remain in a prison of grief and contempt, or walk into a gilded new 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 devil who already owns you. (Genres: Dark Romance, Psychological Thriller, New Adult, Tragedy)

Title: The Architect’s Debt "I didn't buy your debt to set you free. I bought it to see how you'd look in a cage." In 2026 Mumbai, privacy is a myth and data is the only truth. Meher Khanna learns this the hard way when she signs away her life to save her mother. She expected a cold transaction; she didn’t expect Vedant Raizada. The Owner: Vedant is "The Architect," a man who views the world in blueprints and cold hard steel. He lives in a 16,000-square-foot penthouse that breathes through AI and security sensors. He has no room for emotions, yet he is obsessed with Meher’s defiance. He has made one vow: He will never touch her. Not until she asks. The Prisoner: Meher is a girl of cotton sarees and old-world heart trapped in a world of glass and biometric tracking. She refuses to be another "asset" on Vedant’s balance sheet. But in the silence of the mansion, every heartbeat she has is recorded, and every breath she takes is analyzed by the man watching her through the screens. The Secret: The Raizada mansion is beautiful, but it’s built on a graveyard of secrets. Vanya Raizada, Vedant’s sharp and enigmatic sister, knows the truth about the woman who occupied Meher’s room before her. As the "Ghost" in the servers begins to glitch the house's AI, Meher realizes that the Architect isn't just keeping her in—he’s keeping something else out. In a game of power where the air is thin and the tension is 180°C, Meher must decide: Will she find the flaw in the Architect’s design, or will she succumb to the luxury of his obsession?

At thirty-four, Rhea Voss is at the end of her rope. With a dying father, a mountain of medical debt, and a heart worn thin by sacrifice, she walks into Axiom for a job. Instead, she finds a monster. Dominic Ashcroft is younger, richer, and more dangerous than any man she’s ever met. He doesn't want an assistant; he wants a possession. He sees her fractures, her desperation, and her hidden beauty, and he decides to own them all. He offers her a contract that will save her father’s life, but the cost is total surrender. No shared calendars. No privacy. No walking away. To the world, she is his executive assistant. Behind the closed doors of his penthouse, she is his "Fragile" obsession. Rhea thought she was signing a deal with a savior. She didn't realize she was handing her leash to a man who doesn't know how to let go. He bought her debt. Now, he’s coming to collect.

Unbeknownst to Seraphina that she was bestowed a gift and also had a past life, she lived her nineteen years in bliss until the day her parents announced a nerve-breaking news to her. She was offered as a peace bride to the son of their family business partner who they were greatly indebted to. Tried and tired of going against the marriage, Seraphina finally succumbed and accepted the proposal to marry the Lord's son under a secret agreement which was between them, the future couple. This agreement unknown to her was a trap from her famous future husband to lure her into his cage and web where together, they revisited everything about their past life. There, she found out that she was not only the town's Belle but also a powerful woman who was bestowed with an incredible gift many fought and wished to acquire which unfortunately, she had misused for the wrong people then. Discovering the hidden dark secrets that were the cause of her death and downfall in her past life, and also about the very one person whom she trusted that was the cause of her death, she vowed to avenge everyone who had used her. But her biggest setback in accomplishing her goal was, she couldn't remember who and what her future husband was in her past life no matter how hard she tried. Without remembering him, she had no power to start her revenge. The only way and breakthrough at which she can remember him was to consummate their marriage which, sadly, was not an easy feat to fulfill. Left with the last option on her list, she chose to kill everyone from her past life including her husband-to-be. But how far could she go to attain her goal with her not-so-easy vampire husband so that fate won't be repeated? She was a determined lioness trapped in the web of a cunning vampire.

Eiran always thought he had everything he ever wished for. Valerian never wished for anything but him. And Saelior... he didn't even know if there was something he should wish for - maybe love. Life felt perfect. Eiran had come out long ago, the man he loved returned his feelings, and his mother's love was unwavering. He never asked for more. But everything shattered when Valerian got engaged - to his cousin. She was beautiful, sweet, and everything his family could wish for. Everything Eiran was never meant to be. So he left, escaping a place filled with bittersweet memories. In a new city, among unfamiliar faces, he felt hollow - until he met Saelior. Stunning, seemingly perfect, and quietly broken, Saelior carried a pain Eiran recognized all too well. They shared too much in common, yet some wounds ran too deep for words. Could friendship heal them... or would it only deepen the ache of hearts that were never meant to be together? ________________________________________________________________________ My feet got tired before it was late, I knew you were mine but we never met. And now that we met on stars, We fell together — but this time, hard.

There are no women left in the werewolf world. At least, that's what the packs tell themselves. The world is ruled by wolves. And wolves have no queens. Female werewolves are extinct—erased by time, war, or something worse. No one dares to speak of them. No one remembers how they looked. No one *survived* them. Except her. Raised as a mistake. Hidden like a curse. She bound her chest in bloody cloth and learned to walk with a limp so they wouldn't see her hips. She spoke in growls and spit like the boys. She pissed in the dirt and pretended not to bleed. Her grandfather called her deformed. Said she was sick. A freak. Told her if the pack ever found out what she really was, they’d rip her to shreds. And she believed him. Until the night of her first shift—when her bones broke and reformed into something unmistakably *female*. Now, the secret she was told would kill her becomes the reason she's sold. Five alphas. Five monsters in human skin. Rulers of a vicious, dying pack. They've been waiting their entire lives for something like her. Something to fuck. Something to breed. Something to chain. Now exposed as the only living female werewolf, she is captured and sold like livestock—delivered to five ruthless alphas who rule by claw and blood. Five rivals who see her as salvation and property. A walking womb to breed a new generation. Their personal apocalypse in fragile flesh. But they made one mistake. They thought she was prey. But she is not fragile. She is fire. She is hunger. She is vengeance wrapped in curves and teeth. They want her on her knees. She’ll bring them to theirs. By the time their lust turns lethal and their unity rots into war, she’ll have made them hers—or burned them to the fucking ground. She’ll let them fight over her. She’ll let them touch, taste, even claim her. She’ll feed their obsession until it rots into madness. Then she’ll twist their lust into rage—and tear their precious pack apart from the inside. One kiss at a time. One betrayal at a time. One body at a time. She was born to be their ruin.

Forbidden Correspondence at the Aethelgard institute. Solis Kingdom was one of the prosperous kingdoms, soon to become an empire, in the heart of the kingdom, the Aetheldar Institute stands magnificently, the sanctuary of stone and crystal, where science and lineage are linked, emotions grow and prosper in the face of knowledge. Within its marble walls, the true experiment that will change the empire is not taking place in those laboratories, but rather between papers, letters, and red wax seals. Four men of absolute power and devastating beauty govern the institute with emptitude, money and knowledge. Alister Valerius, the cold-blooded, bit-tongued astronomer; Maximilian Thorne the geneticist of wild instincts, and master of the sword; Sebastian Calloway, architect and mathematician; finally Julian Steraling, the seeker of ancient secrets. United by duty and aristocracy, they decide to start the academic project with the sole objective of discovering the chemistry of affection and epistolary romance. What begins as a cold exchange of poems and treatises about devotion, the evolution of emotions and data, soon transforms into a polyamorous fire that threatens to melt the structures of the kingdom. As the words on the paper become bold, passionate, and real in feelings, the four dukes will navigate between the vigilance of the royal line of the project, to the ambition and cunning of desire; while they struggle with the ambitions of the counts and barons who propose loyalty to marrying their daughters to the power they have.

Once known as the reckless and scandal-ridden pop idol Elena Zhang, she awakens from a year-long coma as an entirely different person. That is because she is a different person who transmigrated into her. Calm, calculating, and dangerously intelligent, This new Elena abandons her former glitter-soaked life and begins reshaping everything: her image, her career, and her future. While the public drowns her in vicious rumors involving superstar Jin Yang and his fiancée Bai Lu, Elena watches from the shadows with detached amusement. Behind the scenes, she builds power. A chance encounter with the cold and formidable Jin Di exposes her hidden knowledge of international crime networks, placing her firmly on his radar. Meanwhile, Elena shocks her longtime financial manager by revealing she has secretly turned fifteen million into over half a billion RMB through precise, ruthless investments. With his loyalty secured, she sets her aim higher: becoming a billionaire before her mid-twenties. As public perception paints her as a shameless mistress, Elena quietly forges alliances, sharpens her claws, and re-enters the music world through a bold partnership with a legendary producer. Surrounded by enemies, watched by predators, and underestimated by all, Elena Zhang steps onto a far deadlier stage where fame is no longer her goal—control is.

Freya has lived for millions of years, guiding her people through peace and war, but never has she had a child to call her own. So when visiting a certain planet and chancing upon a dying Kushina, how does she handle suddenly becoming the adoptive mother of an Uzumaki Kyuubi Jinchuuriki? What's the worse that can happen? Warning! slow plot, huge world building, huge story.

Obsessed over a tattoo Artist wasn't on my life list but,here we and I don't want anyone to be his I am only one who will be his and he will be only mine ....

[ADULT CONTENT WARNING: Explicit intimacy and mature relationship themes. 18+ only.] Seven years together. Two years married. To the world, Alexander Montclair is the perfect husband gentle, patient, and calm. A man who never raises his voice and believes love should be quiet and understanding. But behind closed doors, his silence speaks louder than anger. In our marriage, his family comes before everything. His mother’s wishes dictate our lives, while my own needs are expected to wait. Every compromise, every apology, every sacrifice, it’s always me who gives in. The only time I feel chosen is in our intimacy moment, when desire briefly drowns out duty and that's when he listens to me instead of his family’s voice. But sex moments can’t hold a marriage together. This is not a story about cruelty or violence. It’s about emotional neglect, quiet obedience, and the slow ache of realizing that love without choice will eventually break you. After seven years of loving him, I must decide: Remain the husband who is always second or finally choose myself.

[WARNING: MATURE CONTENT] "I want to make a few things clear" Aldric's lips brushed passed Amelia's lips. "Touch another man, he dies. Let another man touch you, he dies." "Tell me what you want Amelia,do you want me on my knees." Amelia trembled as he said those words, Aldric looked at Amelia lips and kissed her passionately, "You are my woman, Amelia" Mine alone. A/N: This is a dark fantasy romance book. The ML is dangerous, while our dear FL is innocent and kind. UPDATED NOTICE: Two chapters everyday and bonus chapters on Wednesdays and Fridays