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[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.

To escape a poisonous snake, Milo Hartley must beg a lion to save him. “Milo, crawl here. Show him who you belong to!” _Nero Hartley “Well, stay still. Be a big boy, for once. Tell him who you will choose.” _Salvatore Portello, looking at Milo, who sat on his lap, his large hand gripping Milo’s hip possessively. *** Milo is cursed. Since he was seven years old, he has seen the exact day people will die. After his family died in an accident he predicted, he was sold to the Hartley family as an omen of bad luck. For thirteen years, he lived as a toy for the sadistic Nero Hartley, enduring constant humiliation. Now, Nero is trading him to Salvatore Portello, a ruthless Mafia boss who just killed his own uncle to take the throne. To escape Nero’s obsession, Milo risks everything. He kneels before Salvatore and begs for protection. Milo doesn’t know which is more dangerous: the snake or the lion. But now, both have claimed him. One with a dark obsession, the other with a lethal protection. ⚠️ Warning ⚠️ What to expect: -R18+ -Graphic violence and humiliation in the early chapters and recur throughout the story. -Sweet and dark romance between our leads. -Kink: BDSM play mostly consensual. -Smut, explicit adult content that is part to the plot.

“For years I have tried to tell you I was innocent, and what did you do?” “Briar, please,” Cassian tried to say. “It’s not like that―” “Like what?” I spat. “Not like you’ve tormented me my whole life? Not like you’ve used me and tried to have me killed?” “There was a reason for it,” Rowan tried to say. His eyebrows were furrowed together tightly as he took a step forward. He reached for my hand, and I quickly stepped back. Hurt flashed across his eyes. “We didn’t know―” “Of course you didn’t,” I said with a humorless laugh. “All you did was listen to the lies Violet told you. Even though I am your fated mate, you’ve ignored all my pleas to just listen to what I had to say.” “Briar, please listen to us,” Soren said. His eyes were red with desperation. “Please give us another chance.” “No,” I said, shaking my head. “I’m done waiting. I’m done hurting.” I met their gaze, mustering all the strength I had. I ignored the way their mark on my neck burned in protest. “You’ve made your bed,” I said. “Now it’s time to lie in it.” *** Briar Argyris was born into power, the youngest daughter of the revered Beta family of the Shadowclaw Pack―until the day she vanished. Kidnapped as a child and presumed dead, Briar returned years later, broken and bloodied at the border of her homeland. But her family had already moved on. Her sister, Willow, had grown into a prodigal daughter. As such, there was no room for the forgotten daughter. From the moment she came home, Briar was treated like a curse. Her presence seemed to poison Willow, and as such, Briar was forced to stay far away from her―in the omegas’ quarters. When Willow supposedly died, Briar's fate was sealed. The pack believed she was the murderer, and no one was willing to listen to her pleas. Until the Moon Goddess intervened. Right before her execution―her 18th birthday―Briar's destiny was revealed. She was the fated mate of not one, but three Alphas. Rowan. Soren. Cassian Hadeon. Childhood friends of Willow. Heirs of the Shadowclaw Pack. And her greatest tormentors. They wanted nothing to do with her―convinced she had destroyed the girl they loved, and fueled by the lies of Violet, Willow’s best friend. To them, Briar was nothing but a cruel joke of fate. Trapped in a bond she didn’t choose, hated by the men fate bound her to, Briar is determined to survive―even if her heart shatters in the process. Because the truth is still buried. And when it finally surfaces, the Alphas will learn that the girl they rejected is not only their true mate―she’s the key to everything they thought they lost. But will Briar still want them back after everything they've done? After all, the moon shines brighter outside the Shadowclaw Pack. Just because the triplets are dumb enough to let their fated mate go, doesn't mean that others will do the same... *** Updates 2-4 times a week for the month of April. Daily updates starting in May. Thank you for your support!

This book has two volumes. VOLUME ONE: Derek & Kira's story VOLUME TWO: Kai & Jessica's story Kira has spent her life believing she's cursed - a wolfless embarrassment her father barely tolerates. But when she's forced into a contract marriage with the cold and terrifying Lycan King, she learns the truth is far more deadly. *** Derek Wolfe didn't ask for a wife, just a womb for his heir. Emotionless, merciless, and built entirely from brooding muscle and trauma, the Lycan King intends to use her, then send her back where she came from. But when an assassination attempt exposes the lies surrounding her birth, he realises he's married something far more dangerous than a powerless girl. P.S: This is a slow-burn love story.

I woke up as an extra in a famous novel. Before I could even panic, a system window appeared. [Mission: Confess to Myles Cortez.] [Favorability: -10] [Time Remaining: 30 minutes] [Penalty: Death] Myles Cortez, the final villain of the story. Apparently, if I want to live, I have to seduce him. Easy, right? ... Wrong. "You think you can back out now?" His fingers tightened behind my head, eyes dark. "Blake, you confessed to me every day with that smile." ...I may have seduced him a little too well.

WARNING: This story contains intense emotions, brutal betrayals, slow-burn obsession, and a female lead who doesn't know how to stay dead. Proceed with caution... and snacks. SIDE EFFECTS MAY INCLUDE: screaming at your screen, falling for fictional men, and yelling “JUST KISS ALREADY.”...Get ready for this neverending rollercoaster of excitement!!! She was known as Qin mu, the organization’s deadliest sword. Feared and ruthless, everything dead or alive shuddered at the mention of her name. Until one night, they turned on her. Framed by the people she trusted, she was labeled as a traitor and was electrocuted to death on an electric chair. Qin mu awakens in the body of Shen mu, an ordinary girl who was relentlessly bullied… and who looks exactly like her. With a strange centipede-long scar now marking her face and fragments of her past creeping in, Qin mu begins to piece together the truth behind the betrayal that shattered her world. Then she meets Huo yunxiao , the cold, enigmatic young master of the powerful Huo family. His gaze unsettles her and His presence stirs something deeper. But as vengeance calls and shadows whisper secrets long buried, she must make a choice. Will her thirst for revenge and the mystery of her past destroy the chance at the love she never knew she needed? Or will she place her aching heart in the hands of this god-like man and the promise of a peaceful future?

"Oh... Daddy..." I moaned in loss, while he monitored my body's reaction with terrifying focus. He leaned his head toward my ear and whispered with a voice full of promise: "Do you think you're finished, Julie? Tonight, I'm going to make you scream my name until your voice loses the ability to come out... I'm going to teach you what it means to belong to me." His fingers moved inside me with devilish skill; he inserted two fingers together deep into my pussy, opening them and moving them with a delicious cruelty, while his thumb ground my clit in fast, frantic circular motions. "Daddy... I'm going to squirt again... please!" I screamed in a daze, feeling the fourth ecstasy exploding from the depths of my womb and crawling toward my limbs like a wildfire. Robert didn't ease the pressure; instead, he increased the speed of his fingers inside me until the fourth shudder hit me like a hurricane. My body stiffened completely, my back arching until I almost broke, and I let out a long, resounding scream as I began to squirt my fluids profusely like never before. My fluids were gushing out, drenching his hand and the marble of the vanity, while his fingers were still inside me, increasing the violence of the ecstasy and making it last even longer. I was panting like a madwoman, my eyes clouded and seeing nothing, while Robert watched my collapse with a cold, triumphant smile. He didn't withdraw his fingers immediately; instead, he let me shudder as I reached my peak. Then, he leaned toward me and whispered in my ear in a husky voice: "Four times, Julie... and your body is still begging for more from Daddy, isn't it?" ___________________ 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

  “You were mine once,” Aiden murmured, pinning her to the wall. “And you will be mine again.”   Alina laughed softly, even as tears burned her eyes. “You chose another woman, Aiden. Now you don’t get to touch what you abandoned.”   Three years of silence. Three years of cold sheets. Three years of being the "Placeholder Luna."   Alina knew the terms: marry the powerful Alpha Aiden, provide an heir, and disappear when the contract expired. She played her part perfectly. But when Aiden’s childhood sweetheart returns to claim her throne, the rejection isn't just a formality—it’s a betrayal that leaves Alina shattered and exiled to the pack’s dangerous fringes.   Then, an accident comes that almost claims her life. Instead of death, she finds a savior: a scarred rogue, hunted by every pack in the territory. Where Aiden saw a contract, this stranger sees a Queen. Where Aiden saw a wolfless Omega, he sees a mate.   As the Rogue’s obsession with Alina grows, so does the danger. But back at the palace, Aiden is realizing that breaking the bond didn't stop the hunger. He wants his wife back. He wants his son home.   But the Rogue doesn't play by pack rules, and he has no intention of letting his rescued treasure go back to the man who threw her away.   The Alpha wants his legacy. The Rogue wants her soul. And Alina? She’s done playing by everyone else’s rules.

Alicia Sinclair has been in an arranged marriage with Alexander Blackwood for two years. When she finally thought their marriage was unbreakable, Alexander returned with his model ex-girlfriend and asked for a divorce. Alicia's world crumbled, and after multiple failed attempts to make him change his mind, she decided to leave with her unborn child… just for Alexander to be the one begging her to stay. “If we had a child, would you still want a divorce?” “There are no what-ifs,” she replied coldly. But does she really not have feelings anymore? Especially for the man she loved for six years?

Was the body a person—or the soul itself? Since the day Lìngxiāo was born, he carries a strange condition that never lets him show pain or anger. As an independent exorcist with no controler clan above him, He roams the land with two burning aims: to save the common people from darkness, and to clear his own name—from his own father's murder. was he even killed or just another betrayal of the eyes? One day his hometown Yún Xi, calls him back. A town haunted by a Red Robe Ghost—where no exorcist has survived. Or were they simply removed Carefully? But when Lìngxiāo arrives, silent surprise was waiting. He finds a ghost who knows him. A ghost who wants him—someone who is not quite dead at all. A mystery not older than the town this time. Yet no one knows it—except the ones who plotted it, sitting among them all along. within his discovery, he realized: the ghost did not stumbled upon him. It used every single way to make him return to this land. Most importantly—there was more then one mastermind behind all. The unknown one seems above the main other too. Now he must find the secret buried in Yún Xi's soil, and the ghost's history which is the reason of everyone's hunting death. He came to kill the spirit but stayed to make it his Groom. Author's Note: Extremely sorry for being irregular before. But now I will try my best to give you chapters that feel satisfying and seen. Two per day. Do support us. Something big is waiting♡. This is a side novel—a thread in the larger Tearstone world. It stands alone, but it also carries the echo of something bigger. I hope you enjoy the journey.♡

My father sold me to settle a gambling debt. I didn't know until the man I'd been serving coffee to for two months pulled out my chair at a brunch table in Vail — with an engagement clause that had my name on it. Signed eight weeks ago. Without my knowledge. Without my consent. My father couldn't look at me. Cole Ashford couldn't stop looking. Cole is the CEO of Palisade and the leader of the 303 — an organization that controls more of Colorado than anyone is supposed to know about. He bought my father's debt in one night, told him the clause was worthless before the ink dried, and let him sign it anyway. He knows my lease. My roasters. My routines. He broke into my apartment while I was in Vail and left a cup of coffee brewed exactly the way I brew it — still warm when I walked through the door. I hated him. I hated more the way my body wouldn't agree. His voice landed behind my ribs and spread where it had no business spreading. His gaze dropped to my mouth and I felt it on my skin for hours. The most dangerous man in Denver looked at me like I was the only thing his empire couldn't buy. I built Treeline from three years of tips and a lease in Union Station. Now I'm discovering the ground beneath everything I built belongs to a man who doesn't take what he wants — he builds a world where what he wants walks in on its own. Every touch he takes gives him nothing. Granite and ice. Every touch I choose to give him changes everything. He thinks he claimed me. He's wrong. The only version of me worth having walks in on her own. And I haven't decided yet. ⸻ Slow burn · Enemies to lovers · He falls first · She decides last · Arranged marriage · Possessive hero · Strong female lead · Mafia · CEO

My life took yet another turn when my mind was broken into dust. I was mended by a veritable miracle that granted my Damon to get back. Number four was now the whole new version of him. Our life, as perfect as it seems, showed me cruelty when three of my cubs died. Pack had lost something. Destiny took us apart only to get together in the new way of life.

In her past life, Su Yaoguang bought Xiao Yanci, supported his education, and helped him rise to great heights. She became his wife. Everyone praised him for never abandoning the farm girl who funded his rise. Su Yaoguang also believed she had found a good man. Unexpectedly, when she was seriously ill, she saw Xiao Yanci bring his first love and a child who resembled them both to her bedside. "Dad, mom, when will this person die?" the child asked, holding Xiao Yanci's hand. Xiao Yanci responded, "Soon, just wait a bit longer." That was the moment she realized: she had wasted her entire life on the wrong man. Returning to the age of fifteen, Su Yaoguang pointed at the bloody young boy: "I want him." In her past life, no matter what she gave Xiao Yanci, she only received a cold expression. This time, the young boy, like a wolf cub, dropped his guard; everything Sister gifted was the best. Sweet as milk. Devoted beyond reason. He melted her completely. Until one day, the young boy took a high position. Not wanting history to repeat itself, Su Yaoguang packed her things and slipped away at night, only to run into a man as noble and unattainable as a deity. "I've heard you call us siblings everywhere. Good sister, shouldn't we change what we call each other?"

Wen Qian's silver gradient cat turned into an 188 cm tall, handsome man. Soft ears, a thick, long tail, and bright eyes, but it seems he hasn't gained sentience yet; he doesn't listen to anything Wen Qian says, only knowing to imitate the way Wen Qian used to treat him by hugging and petting her. He holds her hand to trim her nails, pats her head, and rubs her belly. Wen Qian was about to cry. Every day after getting home from work, the silver gradient would grasp the scruff of her neck, lean in, and nuzzle and kiss her neck. Until that day, after "petting" the human, the man revealed a satisfied smile: "Qianqian, why is your face so red? Is it because you like it so much?" ...... A black-bellied and noble young master, a sunny and naively sweet boy, a tsundere and stunningly beautiful male star, a dark-skinned tough guy as loyal as a dog, a hot-tempered yet simple big boy... Wait, you're telling me they are ALL Beastmen?! Only children make choices; adults decide to have them all!

"This is the first time—and the last." That's what Asher Keating told her, cold-faced and buttoning his shirt, after one night he never should have had. Leah Sinclair was no one. A broke college student buried in debt after her grandmother's surgery, selling her evenings at a high-end escort club just to survive. She wasn't supposed to end up in his bed. He wasn't supposed to come back. But he did. After the second time and the third, Leah cursed viciously in her heart: "Damn man! You really can't trust a word men say." Many years later, Asher looked at Leah sleeping beside him and sighed to himself: "Sure enough, you shouldn't be with the same woman more than three times, or you'll really be in for it." Was it possession... or affection? A choice that began as a transaction but became true love, with only the wish... to never forget their original intentions.

Stella Sterling, born into wealth, had always followed the rules. Jaded by the hypocrisy of high society, she suddenly had a whim one day to have an ordinary romance. Thus, a fabricated rumor that Stella Sterling had spent a fortune to hire a Matchmaker from a dating site to find her a partner quickly spread through her circles. Those on good terms with her teased and watched the fun. Those on bad terms with her waited to see her become a joke. Later, an employee from the dating website revealed, "The company was acquired with an investment from a Vicenzan tycoon, and the profile of a certain female member with the surname Sterling was hidden overnight." The public speculated wildly about the identities of the Vicenzan tycoon and the female member with the surname Sterling. - Later on, a candid street photo that was accidentally captured went viral. In the dense night of The Spire on Vesper Island— Beside a Benz, a handsome, composed, and dignified man lifted a striking beauty in a red dress with one arm, pressing her against the car door and lowering his head for a deep kiss. In the faint light and shadow, the woman's flowing hair was swept by the wind, wrapping around the man's finger, which wore a pinky ring. Like a footnote to a romance, and even more like a vintage film frame etched into the axis of time. Someone immediately dug up the man's identity based on clues from the photo. The eldest son of Vicenza's Rhodes Family—low-profile and inscrutable, cold and untamable, and also the powerful contemporary authority of The Vesper Circle. And the alluring, glamorous belle by his side was none other than Stella Sterling. When the street photo spread to the mainland, everyone excitedly exclaimed: "The case is solved, the case is solved—"

Three years ago— Georgia Thorne had just been accepted into Portmire University, and just as she was looking forward to her future life, a bolt of lightning shattered all her beautiful dreams...

"And now for our final auction item!" Inside the underground auction house, the host's impassioned voice rang out, the entire venue suddenly went dark, a moment later...

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.

Amara, a wealthy aristocrat's well-bred daughter with a secret to hide, is thrown into despair when her world is suddenly shattered after discovering she isn’t the Caldwells' biological daughter. It was incredibly convenient for her father to discard years of love, devotion, and family ties, quickly sending her as a marriage tribute to a Werewolf Prince after receiving an invitation that, according to the Peace Treaty between Werewolves and Humans, required one of his daughters. It no longer mattered that she wasn’t truly a Caldwell, nor that she was already in love with someone else. So, on the night of her planned elopement with her lover, her fate with the monster was ruthlessly sealed. Forget that the Alpha Prince is a cursed monster—yet, why is he always in her face, treating her like his perfect plaything to pass the time? But most importantly, if he truly doesn't care about her, why do those who cross her suddenly disappear or get punished? — Excerpt: Amara could feel the tension in the way Alexander stood before her—the restraint in his silence, the weight of his attention pressing against her body. He shouldn’t be this close to her after cornering her against a tree. “Do you know what happens when I want something?” he asked, his voice dangerously controlled. Her breath trembled, but she shook her head. “I—I don’t know.” “I take it.” Amara inhaled sharply as she lifted her gaze to meet his dark, conflicted eyes, burning with something that made her heart stutter. “Then why haven’t you?” she whispered. His gaze dropped briefly to her lips. “Because if I cross that line,” he said, “I won’t stop.” “Then cross it.” Her voice was barely audible. Instantly, the restraint in Alexander’s eyes shattered. He lowered his head and claimed her mouth in a desperate, hungry kiss.