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Chloe Wilson's worst mistake wasn't breaking up with her obsessive ex-boyfriend Benny...it was not realizing he isn't human. When a stranger named Alistair Reed rescues her from something howling in the woods and warns her about lycanthropy, Chloe thinks he's insane. Until she tests his theory with a silver necklace and watches her ex's skin blister on contact. Now Chloe knows the truth: werewolves are real, and Benny has been stalking her with predatory patience. Desperate and terrified, she accepts Alistair's offer of protection and a temporary job—but Alistair isn't what he seems either. In a hidden world where monsters walk among humans and silver is her only defense, Chloe must learn the rules fast. Because wolves are territorial, possessive, and they don't let prey escape. And they always hunt in packs. ◇◇◇ THE ALPHA'S WILDFLOWER is an urban fantasy romancd about a woman who discovers her toxic ex is literally a monster—and the dangerous Alpha who might be her only chance at survival.

WARNING NOTICE: The story is R18 , no one 17 or under should read this. Luca gazed at her, his eyes burning with desire, and Melissa felt a shiver run down her spine. "You're so beautiful," he whispered, his voice husky with need, with a sharp movement he take off his clothes, leaned closer to her lips. She smiled, her fingers tracing the lines of his face, her thumb brushing over his lips. "You're not so bad yourself," she replied, her voice barely above a whisper, that was a only full sentence she spoke. He chuckled, the sound low and rough, and his mouth claimed hers again, the kiss deepening, becoming more intense. His fingers slid between her legs, parting her, finding the wet heat of her, and she gasped, her body arching up to meet him. "Luca," she whispered, his name a prayer, a plea, a promise. He growled, his hips surging forward, his p*nis pressing against her entrance playful, she felt a rush of excitement, of anticipation. He was ready , he was going to take her, to claim her, to make her his, and she was ready to let him, to surrender to the desire that burned between them. His mouth traced a path of fire from her lips to her throat, to the swell of her breast. His hands learned her, worshiped her, drawing gasps and sighs that were her only language, every touch was a confession, every kiss a vow. When he finally entered her, it was with a slow, devastating fullness that made her cry out, her eyes flying open to find his gaze locked on hers, she never imagined the pain, in a sure motion he thrust into her slowly, let her accommodate the size of his C*ck, she screamed with a feeling of unfamiliar pain ,building up something inside of her. Even though her eyes , flickered tears ,her moans was evident of what she's starting to feel as she arched off the bed. The shock had melted into something raw and open, a vulnerability she knew he showed no one else. "Look at me," he commanded, his voice rough with emotion. "*Solo a me.*" Only at me. And she did, his eyes staring hers, as their bodies began to move in a rhythm as old as time, their gazes held. It was more intimate than the joining of their bodies. It was a soul-deep recognition. DEAR READERS, YOUR COMMENTS AND REVIEWS MEANS EVERYTHING. HOPE YOU WILL ENJOY THE STORY CHAPTERS.

In the bustling city of wealth and prestige, Aria Fredricko stands out as a brilliant and ambitious high school student. With her stunning beauty, fierce determination, and cheerful demeanor, Aria is the epitome of a rising star. Her dreams are bigger than just being a CEO's wife – she wants to be the CEO herself. Aria's passion for learning and her dedication to taking care of her family drive her to work tirelessly towards her goals. Enter Ace Alexander, the notorious bad boy from a wealthy and influential family. With his chiseled features, piercing gaze, and aloof demeanor, Ace exudes an aura of mystery and power. Aria and Ace's paths cross in high school, and despite their vastly different backgrounds and personalities, they find themselves inexplicably drawn to each other. As they navigate the challenges of adolescence, their relationship blossoms, and Aria finds herself falling deeply in love with Ace. However, their love is short-lived, as Ace's inner demons ultimately lead him to break Aria's heart. The devastating breakup leaves Aria shattered, and she is forced to pick up the pieces of her shattered heart. Eight years later, Aria and Ace reunite under unexpected circumstances. Ace, now a ruthless and cunning businessman, has transformed into the very embodiment of a powerful CEO. Aria, having rebuilt her life and forged a successful career, is taken aback by the sheer intensity of her lingering feelings for Ace. As they rekindle their romance, old wounds and unresolved emotions resurface. Aria must confront the pain of her past and decide whether she can truly trust Ace again. Meanwhile, Ace must confront his own demons (which is...)and learn to let go of his defenses to truly love Aria. Will Aria and Ace be able to rekindle their lost love, or will the scars of their past prove too deep to overcome? Can they find a way to make their love work, or will their differences tear them apart once again?

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Dylan has everything—wealth, a name, and a future planned by his powerful CEO father. But as the only son, he feels like an heir to expectations, not a person with choices. Feeling trapped, he runs away and transfers to a public school to live life on his own terms. There, he meets Flynn—the only son of a commoner. Flynn is sharp-tongued, stubborn, and unlike anyone Dylan has ever met. At first, they clash, full of pride and misunderstandings. But when Dylan sees the hidden struggles Flynn carries, something in him changes. He starts to care—quietly, fiercely, and more deeply than he realized was possible. Flynn, who has never been cared for like this, doesn't know what to do with Dylan's attention—or the growing feeling in his own heart that he can no longer ignore. Between rivalry and tenderness, denial and desire, Dylan and Flynn navigate their complicated youth—where the most important truths are the hardest to say aloud, and the most unforgettable stories are the ones left unspoken. "Some feelings are too real to say out loud. Some stories are too true to tell." This is theirs—OFF THE RECORD. ---------------------------------------------------- PROLOGUE "Do you know Flynn?" Dylan asked. "Flynn?" Nicole echoed, raising an eyebrow. "Yeah... Flynn Amaro Luz." "Oh, the handsome guy from the Regular Department. Who doesn't know him? He's not just good-looking — he's smart, too. Most of the professors know him, and I heard some seniors from the Star Department even tried to recruit him, but he refused. Why do you ask?" "I think... I like him," Dylan said quietly. Nicole blinked. "So the rumors are true?" "Rumors? What rumors?" Dylan asked, frowning slightly. "Well... it's not exactly a rumor, but a lot of girls have been fantasizing you two together since Foundation Week. I just have to ask—are you gay, Dylan?" "I'm not," he replied after a pause. "I don't feel this way about any other guy... just him. And honestly, I'm confused too." "But... don't you have a girlfriend?" Nicole asked. "We're not together anymore," Dylan said simply. "So you broke up because of Flynn?" "No... not exactly. But... maybe it has something to do with him," Dylan admitted with a small shrug. "Have you told him how you feel?" "No. I don't think I can." "Because he's a guy?" Nicole asked softly. "It's not that," Dylan said, shaking his head. "I know he's a guy — but I'm confused by how he acts around me. I try to be caring, sometimes even clingy, and he always stops me. But if he really didn't feel anything, shouldn't he have pushed me away completely?" "Well... only you can find out," Nicole said after a pause. "I don't know him personally, so I can't judge." Dylan looked out the window, his expression uncertain but determined. "Actually... I'm planning to confess tonight. After his performance." Nicole laughed softly. "You're something else, Dylan. Who would've thought that a guy who looks so rebellious could be tamed... by another guy?"

Elena Moretti is careful—too careful, some would say—but in a world full of unpredictability, caution is the only way to survive. She navigates her life with precision, maintaining control over her work, her routines, and herself. That control, however, proves fragile when she crosses paths with a man who sees everything she tries to hide. He is a force wrapped in calm, a presence that shifts the very air around her. Observant, meticulous, and impossibly patient, he orchestrates the world to intersect with hers at every turn—protecting her, controlling her, and bending reality so she cannot escape him. Elena recognizes the signs, senses the pattern, and tries to resist. Yet, for the first time, she encounters someone whose obsession is quiet, deliberate, and unrelenting—a man who insists that her safety, her survival, and ultimately her life, are entwined with him. As the boundaries of choice blur and the world around her bends under his control, Elena is forced to confront a truth she cannot ignore: her fear is no longer of him, but of herself—and the undeniable pull she feels toward the man whose obsession could either destroy her or become the only sanctuary she has ever known. In a world where danger is inevitable, can trust, desire, and obsession coexist—or will surrender be the only path to survival?.

They wanted a villain. So I became one. {Readers discretion (R 18+} I wasn’t born cruel. I was kind, trusting, easy to deceive. The perfect fool. They took advantage of that. They stripped me of my pride, my dignity, my life. I was abused, used, and finally murdered. They thought that was the end, but it wasn’t. I came back, not for mercy or forgiveness , but for revenge. The worst part? The two men who once rejected me, mocked me, and called me unworthy are now bound to me. My mates. The same men who watched me fall now want me at their side. Obsessed. Possessive. Desperate for forgiveness they don’t deserve. Do they think I’ll forgive them? No. I didn’t return to heal wounds. I returned to burn everything down.

IMPORTANT NOTE: Please be known that this book wouldn't have made it this far without the support my dear writing buddy Rachel E. Canton who is a great writer of SINS OF THE SERAPHIM - https://www.webnovel.com/book/sins-of-the-seraphim_26438336605116805 and Derek J. Perna To Rachel & Derek, Thank you for everything! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ When the last heir of Ardel lost everything, fate would bring her to her rightful protector. Anna Adhemar, the forgotten princess, found herself betrayed by the Regent. Hunted by the Bargesians and the ruthless slave traders, she desperately fled for her life. Rescued by a mysterious man, her newfound safety was short-lived as she succumbed to a potent aphrodisiac. Then, she awoke in the arms of the fearsome Knight Commander of Gerhard, stripped bare, in a foreign kingdom. Fear, confusion, and a sense of profound devastation enveloped her. But the man before her declared, "I am your husband. I married you last night." Then, with unwavering determination, he vowed, " You're my woman now. No one can hurt my woman." --- Kyren Raychard, the Crown Prince who had chosen to forsake the throne and become celibate, led the Knights of Gerhard to safeguard his kingdom’s border from slave trading activities. Outside his camp, he found Anna poisoned and delirious. The healer informed him of the only cure, of which he must race against time to give and honour her. For the first time, he felt an overwhelming instinct to protect and claim her as his own. Unaware of his deepening affection, he belatedly realised his feelings as he stood on the brink of losing her. Bound by a soul-binding spell, their fates intertwined…

Rating: 18+ | Contains strong emotional themes, mature situations, and graphic descriptions of grief and trauma. Camilla Gray is an orphan who believed her years of loneliness were finally over. After a lifetime of quiet sorrow, she finds a family in the Harts and a fierce, consuming love in their son, Bran. Their wedding day is a dream—soft, sunlit, and full of tender promises. But the dream shatters on their wedding night. In the midst of their first, frantic, and painfully inexperienced intimacy, Bran collapses. He dies in her arms, his secret heart condition—a debilitating fear of his own heartbeat called cardiophobia—never revealed to her. Camilla is left utterly alone. Years have passed, but Camilla is not healing. She is barely surviving. Bran’s family, having lost their fortune, now lives in her small cottage—the house she and Bran built together. They eat the food she buys, turn up the heat she pays for, and look at her with eyes full of blame. They call her a curse. They whisper that she killed their son with her body, that her innocence was a weapon. And Camilla, haunted by the raw, painful memory of sex that ended in death, believes them. Did her love actually kill him? This is a story about the cost of secrets, the weight of blame, and the brutal journey of a woman who must clean up the wreckage of a life that ended just as hers was supposed to begin. Will she ever love again… or hate herself forever? You do not want to miss this story. Start reading, and it will capture you.

Yun has always felt like something was missing. Fragments of unfamiliar dreams haunt his sleep—rain-soaked stone floors, trembling hands, a voice calling his name with unbearable devotion. Yet no matter how hard he tries, he cannot remember a past that feels far too real to be imagination. Everything changes the day he meets him. The man knows Yun’s habits, his fears, even the way his heart hesitates before trusting. His gaze is warm, patient… and terrifyingly familiar. To Yun, he is a stranger. To the man, Yun is a love he has waited lifetimes to reclaim. In a past life, Yun tried to leave. In this one, he doesn’t remember why. But the love that followed him through death has no intention of letting him go again. Bound by fate, memory, and an obsession that never faded, Yun is drawn into a romance that feels inevitable—one where love is gentle, consuming, and impossible to escape. This time… will Yun stay?

Synopsis – The Devil in St. Lumina He wasn’t supposed to want her. She wasn’t supposed to touch him. But the moment they meet… temptation becomes destiny. Marcelline enters St. Lumina University with a body made of curves and a smile made of sin— a breathtaking danger wrapped in silk and secrets. She move like a sin slipped into human skin— dangerously beautiful, wickedly confident, and born to ruin the self-control of every man who looks too long. Maximilian Brooks, The ruthless CEO with a voice made of command and a stare sharp enough to cut is used to bending entire industries to his will. But one smirk from Marcelline—and he forgets how to breathe and loses every rule he ever lived by. She pushes him. He pins her with a stare that feels like a kiss. Their tension is the kind that ruins sleep and shreds morality. Every time she gets close enough to whisper, he imagines dragging her even closer. Every time he steps toward her, she looks at him like she wants to undress him with just her thoughts. Their chemistry is not innocent. It’s molten. Addictive. Dangerous. Detonation. Every glance is a challenge. Every word is a provocation. Every accidental touch feels like a promise neither of them should ever make. But Marcelline isn’t human. The power inside her coils like a lover’s hand—hot, wild, and barely controlled. It leaks into the world, twisting Eleanor into something monstrous… and drawing the attention of a dark entity hungry for Marcelline’s power. Maximilian should stay away. He knows she’s a walking disaster. He knows touching her could shatter everything he’s built. Yet every time she smirks… every time she challenges him… every time she breathes his name like a promise— he forgets the consequences. He just wants her. All of her. Every sinful, forbidden part. Their connection is passion sharpened into a weapon, desire strong enough to scorch reality, and danger wrapped in velvet. Because nothing about Marcelline is safe. Not her lips. Not her secrets. Not the way she looks at him like she could ruin him… and he’d let her. This is a story of dark desire, supernatural temptation, and two powerful beings discovering that obsession can be far more dangerous than love. --------------- ◇ CONTENT WARNING ◇ This story is intended for mature audiences (18+) --> [NO RAPE] It contains themes, scenes, and dynamics not suitable for younger readers, including: • Sensual & Intense Romantic Content • Slow&fast burn and high-heat chemistry •Seductive tension •Sensual scenes, intimate moments, and adult situations •Dominant / possessive energy between leads ( explicit graphic details.) ◇Dark & Supernatural Elements •Occult energy, entity possession •Psychological tension •mild & more horror elements •Characters with dangerous, unnatural powers ◇ Emotional & Power Dynamics •Characters with morally gray intentions •High-intensity emotional tension •Moments of obsession, jealousy, and dominance •Flirtation with dangerous consequences ◇ Reader Discretion is Advised If you enjoy: Dark romance Supernatural seduction High-tension chemistry Magnetic, powerful leads Forbidden desire and danger woven together —then you’re in the right place. Prepare for a story filled with sinful smirks, heated glances, dangerous secrets, desires burning in passion and a connection that could destroy them both. ---

Cassandra was rejected by her mate, the new Alpha. After Smith was crowned the new alpha, he decided to show his cruel behaviour, which he had been hiding from his dad waiting to be crowned the new alpha. He was certainly a badass king. After he found his mate, he rejected her because she was nothing but an ordinary powerless omegas, as if the pain of rejection was not enough for her. He used her as his s*x slave along with other ladies he uses for his pleasure. but unknown to him, the rejected omega was more powerful than he thought, and belonged to someone else in the dark forest. ******* I felt breathless and choking. Holding my neck, he gripped me against the metal wall of his enormous room. " Don't think I accepted you as my mate! You are just a s*x slave to me!" he twisted my neck. Suddenly, I felt myself being lifted from the floor and dropped roughly. " Ahh! " I groaned out in pain, landing my back on the floor. I was rejected as if that wasn't enough. He used me as his s*x slave. You disgust me, weakling! He spat at me. "My father should have left you alone to die in the woods, instead of bringing you to the orphanage home in the park! " I felt my heart ripped apart like it was pricked by a needle. I'm Cassandra, a girl who lost her parents at 9 months old.

One minute, I'm Emily, a totally normal girl scrolling Webnovel in the middle of the night. The next? I wake up mid-escape, chained, soaked in rain, running for my life from slave traders. Turns out, I've been isekai'd into the body of Roxanne Valtoria, the illegitimate princess of the Crysvale Empire. Hidden bloodline? Check. Doomed to be framed as the empire's greatest villainess. Double check. And the cherry on top: executed by the cold, untouchable Duke who "saves" me first. In the novel I obsessed over, Roxanne is manipulated into cruelty by her jealous stepsister, Princess Arabella, the real schemer hiding behind sweet smiles and fake innocence. Blamed for deadly mana reductions, betrayed by everyone, and beheaded for treason. But I'm not going down like that. Armed with plot knowledge and zero chill, I'll flip the script: expose the true villain, awaken my imperial power, and survive the duke's icy gaze. Who knew changing a death flag could come with a groveling duke, endless pampering, and a throne I never asked for?

Meet Riven: a foul-mouthed teenage delinquent with an angelic face that could charm even the devil himself. Sure, his peers stayed clear off him, adults gave him the stink eye, and his parents were in a constant state of, “Where did we go wrong with you?” But hey, you could never accuse our troublemaker of having a dull life. Not until a freak accident gave him an all-expenses-paid trip to the afterlife, that is! All hope was not lost yet though, because just when Riven thought he was off to a permanent dirt nap, BAM! He’s yanked into an alternate Earth and reincarnated as the son of an overachieving Duke, who’s got high hopes for his only offspring. Can things get any crazier? Oh yes, it can! In this alternate earth, Riven has a mission to fulfill the wish of the Duke's real son: make the Duke proud and Riven gets to live. That should be an easy task, right? Except Riven doesn't have the freakiest idea how to do that! And, oh! Did I mention that there’s a secret crush involved? No? Oh, okay then! A secret crush he’s got to track down and impress in this freaking bizarre, superhuman world! So, how on Earth—or rather, an alternate one—is Riven supposed to find this crush while juggling all this drama? Anyhow! Buckle up, because this ride is about to get dangerously chaotic!

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

Willow wakes in a hospital bed injured, medicated, and alone. She is informed that her life, as she understood it, ended weeks earlier. Her fiancé is there. Calm. Controlled. He explains that they broke up before the accident and that the separation was mutual. He says he remained by her side only out of decency. He is already involved with someone else, his boss’s daughter, and speaks as though this version of events has always been established fact. No one in the room challenges him. The doctors attribute Willow’s disbelief to concussion and trauma. Nurses lower their voices and repeat the same explanation with careful reassurance until it becomes official, documented, and final. Each repetition strips away her certainty, replacing memory with doubt. When Willow looks to the one person who could contradict him, she finds no relief. Her fiancé’s closest friend, a man who has never hidden his dislike for her, says nothing. He offers a brief nod that confirms the narrative without words. With that single gesture, the past is closed. Every detail they present contradicts what Willow knows she lived. Weeks have been erased. Conversations have been rewritten. A relationship has been reassigned without her consent. If she resists, she will be labeled unstable, emotional, and unreliable. She will be the only one insisting that reality has been altered. So Willow stays silent. Within that silence, something colder begins to take shape. She begins to question why her fiancé needed the past rewritten at a moment when she cannot safely object. She begins to wonder why his closest friend chose this precise moment to agree. She begins to realize that decisions were made about her while she lay unconscious and defenseless. The Quietest Knife is a dark psychological romance centered on gaslighting, betrayal, and power disguised as care. It follows a slow, deliberate descent into manipulation, control, and revenge, where harm is inflicted quietly and authority wears the mask of concern. This is not a story about forgetting. It is a story about being rewritten calmly, professionally, and without resistance.

Asher grew up knowing one rule: Ziven was never his brother. Ziven never said it out loud but he proved it in every way that mattered. The distance. The silence. The way his gaze lingered too long and then looked away first. Years later, when they’re adults and trapped under the same roof again, Asher realizes the truth is far worse than rejection. Ziven didn’t keep his distance because he didn’t care. He did it because he cared too much. Now every step closer feels like a mistake. Every breath shared feels like a line being crossed. And the most dangerous thing of all? Ziven has never stopped watching him.