possessive

Eira thought there could be nothing worse than being abducted by she-wolf traffickers, abused, tormented, and ultimately sold off to five powerful Alphas as nothing more than a breeder. She was wrong. The worst was yet to come. She was sold to the same five alphas who had ruined her life and were the reason for every torment she had gone through over the past six years. The Alphas were just as stunned to see her, yet they had no choice but to accept her for the sake of their pack’s future. Because pureblood she-wolves were rare, nearly extinct. Only they could bear the offspring of powerful Alphas, and ensure the survival and strength of the next generation. She hated them with every broken piece of her soul. And they hated her in return. The hatred was mutual. So what now? Eira made a silent vow. She will make them feel every brutal torment she had suffered. Every scar, every tear, every cry in the dark, they will taste it all. But the Alphas had plans of their own. They will use her. Breed her. And when she was no longer of use… they will kill her. But what will they do when the mysteries from the past start to uncover and lines of hatred start to fade into something else? Was it too late to regret?

mora has always been alone in her world, hiding behind walls of attitude and silence. One ordinary day at the city mall changes everything. A glance, a collision, and two strangers—skdkkv and suuk—enter her life, pulling her into chaos she never expected. Will she let them in, or stay locked in her safe, lonely world? A story of secrets, choices, and unexpected connections begins."

Twenty‑one‑year‑old Sorrel only wanted a normal night out. Instead, her date turns dangerous—too fast, too suddenly—and she runs for her life into the one place no human should ever enter: the Veilwood. The forest should have rejected her. Its boundaries have been sealed for a century, swallowing anyone who tries to cross. But Sorrel’s terror awakens something ancient inside her. Her dormant Sovereign Arcana flares to life, opening the Veilwood’s barrier just long enough for her to slip through. The forest senses her fear… and chooses her. Crossing the threshold triggers the Sevenfold Binding, tethering Sorrel to seven powerful men whose magic answers hers: a storm‑touched warrior, a shadow‑born spy, a wildfire mage, a gentle healer rooted in earth, a silver‑tongued illusionist, a moon‑blessed seer, and the boundary‑breaker who should not exist. Their fates are now tied to her survival. Their instincts sharpen around her. And the Veilwood itself begins to wake. Hunted by the prince who destroyed her family, Sorrel must learn why the forest opened for her—and why the Arcana has returned after a century of silence. But the deeper her bond with the Seven grows, the more dangerous her destiny becomes. The Veilwood did not choose lightly. And Sorrel is no one’s pawn. To survive, she must decide whether to run from the power inside her… or rise as the Sovereign the realm has been waiting for.

I watched through hooded eyes as she pulled her hand away and stood up slowly. I liked that she towered over me, each click of her heel sounding like a timer about to go off. She stopped in front of me, then put her knee down on my seat, between my thighs. She maintained eye contact as she pushed closer, spreading my legs apart.  “Ms. Duval…” My voice was hoarse, my hips arching off the seat, seeking the pressure she so willingly gave.  Her thumb was back on my lip. “My pathetic little girl…” She pushed her thumb into my warm mouth and I sucked on it like it was communion and I was a disgraced sinner. “Good girl,” she muttered, pressing her knee closer. I knew she could feel the heat from my pulsating center.  I let my hands run up her legs and looked up at her. “I need you…” I sounded like a broken record. “I’ve always needed you.” . . . . . She died running from the truth and woke up inside the story she wrote to survive it. Mary was never meant to exist. Found half-dead in a ditch and admitted to a secluded Catholic girls’ school that should not have taken her, Mary slowly realizes the impossible: this world, this school, this life—she created it. Every rule, every punishment, every prayer was once hers on the page. The only thing she didn’t write was Sister Madeleine. Calm, distant, and unnervingly attentive, Madeleine is both Mary’s literature teacher and therapist—and the one person who seems to see through her. When Mary insists she doesn’t belong to this world and begs for help to return home, Madeleine agrees to “help”… in ways that feel less like rescue and more like confinement. As Mary uncovers truths she should not know—about the school, a girl who died, and the hunger Madeleine refuses to name—the story begins to change. Pages no longer obey her memory. The ending is no longer hers to control. In a place built on silence, obedience, and confession, Mary must decide what is more dangerous: Escaping the world she wrote— or staying in the care of a woman who refuses to let her go.

Gianna is kidnapped while on a study trip. Sera receives a video of her sister bound and terrified, with a demand for $200,000 in 30 days or Gianna disappears into the sex trade forever. The police can't help without risking Gianna's life. Sera has $3,000 in savings. She's completely desperate and out of options.

Shen Yi moved closer with a sponge, dipped it into the water, and was just about to start cleaning him when Jiang Qi grabbed his wrist. “What now?” Shen Yi asked, already bracing for more nonsense. “Why don’t you... join me? Mm?” Jiang Qi said with a grin so bright it could power a small city. Shen Yi blinked slowly and replied without hesitation, “No.” He dipped the sponge again and began scrubbing Jiang Qi’s chest. Just as the sponge touched skin, Jiang Qi groaned, a strange sound, halfway between a sigh and something far less innocent. “You sure you don’t want to join me?” he asked, lips curling mischievously. “I’m sure,” Shen Yi answered flatly, continuing his task. But Jiang Qi didn’t stop. Every time the sponge moved across his chest, he let out a new noise, some more dramatic than others. “Oh... there,” he said, eyes fluttering. “Careful, I’m sensitive.” Shen Yi paused mid-scrub and stared at him in disbelief. “Stop... making those sounds.” “I can’t help it,” Jiang Qi replied, smirking. “Your touch does things to me.” Shen Yi rolled his eyes and resumed scrubbing, silently promising himself he wouldn’t fall into this man’s chaos. But Jiang Qi only leaned back in the tub like he was in a spa, letting out another exaggerated moan that echoed through the bathroom. Honestly, if someone were passing by at that moment, they’d probably call the cops. ***** Shen Yi is a black-market assassin who undergoes a memory wipe after every job. He is clean, professional, and impossible to trace,until one day, he is assigned to kill the heir of the Jiang Mafia clan, Jiang Qi, and fails. Instead of dying, Jiang Qi captures Shen Yi and discovers something impossible. Why does this man, who has tried to kill him six times, look so much like the boy who saved him seven years ago? Not just that, why does he seem to remember nothing? Absolutely nothing, including the several times he has tried to kill him. What will happen when a man with no memories and a man who refuses to forget are bound together by blood and obsession?

In just twenty-four hours, Cassia Marcelli’s not-so-perfect life turned one hundred and eighty degrees worse. Her father—the Don—was assassinated. She was betrayed from within her own family and thrown into a private blood auction, sold like spoils of war to the highest bidder. There, she was bought by the most powerful man in the underworld. And that man… was none other than her first love. The boy she believed to be dead. He offers her a deal: stay and play the part of his mistress in the public eye to secure his claim as the new Don or be sent back to the auction block. Cassia has no choice. It’s either him or the savages who were ready to claim her. Kairos Moreau returned from the dead to exact revenge on his enemies and claim his rightful place as king of the underworld. But the first thing he did was reclaim what he lost five years ago. Cassia Marcelli. The only woman he ever wanted but could never have. She hates him. Kairos doesn’t care. He is determined to burn that hatred out of her—until it turns into something far more dangerous they both cannot resist. something more consuming like the desire he has for her. But behind his icy threats lie obsession, guilt, desire and secrets he refuses to confess. And as enemies close in and the truth behind her father’s death begins to unravel, Cassia starts to wonder: Did Kairos save her Or was he the one who destroyed everything she loved?

I was sold to the most dangerous man in Italy. Not for love. Not for protection. But for peace. Luca De Santis doesn’t believe in mercy. He rules Verona with blood-stained hands and a heart carved from stone. I was meant to be collateral. Instead, I became his obsession.

“Do not expect a husband, Woman. I have no room in my chest for a heart– only the King’s law.” I flinched, my eyes filling with fresh tears at the cruelty of his words. "My Lord, I only-" “Be silent,” he spat, not even looking at me. "You are no wife. Only a burden I must now carry across the kingdom.” He gripped my upper arm with a painful force, his strength bruising and indifferent, as he dragged me toward the towering, battle-scarred warhorse. “If you have any dignity left in you, stay downwind and out of my sight. Looking at you is a chore I no longer wish to endure."

~In a world ruled by blood and power, love is the most dangerous move of all.~ Isabella Moretti has spent her life knowing two things. Loyalty is everything, and the Romano family is the enemy. Especially Dante Romano. He always seemed cold, sharp and untouchable.The kind of man who doesn’t look at girls like her even when they shared the same halls, the same classrooms, the same stolen glances she swore he never noticed. Then he disappeared. Five years later, he returns not as the boy she once knew but as something far more dangerous. And when Isabelle's world falls apart, the last person she expects to claim her is Dante. Not to save her. Not to comfort her. But to possess her and no one is allowed to touch what he claims. He tells himself she’s just leverage, a necessary move in a deadly game of power. Keeping her close ensures the enemy cannot touch her… or use her. But proximity is a dangerous thing. Because Isabella has always known the fire beneath his ice. And Dante is about to discover that the girl he once ignored is no longer a naive school crush. She’s sharp, fearless, and far too intoxicating to keep at arm’s length. ~Isabella is supposed to be a leverage, a strategic move in a ruthless war. Instead, she becomes his weakness.~

Five years ago, on the day she was meant to come of age, Soraya lost everything. She moved from being the revered daughter of the famed Beta to a mere Omega. Well, it didn't matter because she still had her love. He had promised her the world. Unfortunately for her, all her hopes were dashed when even her beloved betrayed her and ripped her heart into shreds. She was rejected. Her baby was killed. Her dignity was destroyed. Even her friend fucks her over and she is shoved to be the sacrificial lamb for the Blood Moon Hunt, a fate that always lead to imminent death. This was the end of everything? Not in the slightest. Barely minutes into the hunt, Soraya suddenly finds herself being hunted down but... Wait!!! Why the hell was the feared hunters not at all like she imagined? They were breathtakingly handsome and left her gasping and gaping. Yes. "They" Because the monster in the woods was not one but three strikingly handsome men who were staring at her with so much fire that she kept trembling. As if that's not baffling enough, she finds herself mated to these men. All three of them at once!!! Soraya has only one thought after this. What in the actual hell is happening? But she's about to see that this was not going to be the most shocking event of her life after this. Instead, she was in for a very crazy ride.

Liora Vale entered the entertainment industry with a single purpose revenge. Fame was only a weapon. Love was never part of the plan. But everything changes the night she wins her first acting award… and finds three powerful men waiting for her backstage. A cold superstar who watches her too closely. A dangerous billionaire producer who refuses to let her go. A gentle idol who loves her with a heart too pure for secrets. As scandals rise and the past she buried begins to surface, Liora is forced to face a truth more terrifying than revenge her feelings are real. When the world demands she choose only one man, the three of them make a decision no one expects. Because some loves are forbidden… and some destinies refuse to be divided. In a game of fame, secrets, and desire who will survive when the truth finally comes to light?

In the heart of a powerful dukedom, two sisters grow beneath the gaze of nobility and royalty. Ophelia, the eldest, is the embodiment of grace — gentle, radiant, beloved by all. Yet behind her warm smiles lies a secret known only to her family: a mysterious illness slowly consuming her fragile body. Selara, the youngest, is her opposite — fierce, sharp, and destined for the battlefield. Trained as a knight, she lives not for courtly elegance but for strength and honor. Though deeply devoted to Ophelia, Selara harbors a quiet resentment toward the crown prince, whose presence steadily steals her sister’s time and affection. When Ophelia marries the crown prince and ascends the throne as queen, joy seems to bless the kingdom. She gives birth to twins — a boy and a girl — while Selara marches to war, carving her name into legend through blood and steel. But even warriors are not spared from heartbreak. Amidst the brutality of war, Selara finds love in the arms of a gentle medical soldier. For the first time, she allows herself dreams beyond battle — dreams of peace, of family, of a child growing beneath her heart. Yet fate proves cruel. She loses both her unborn daughter and the man she loves, claimed by the merciless tides of war. Grief hardens Selara. Victory follows her like a shadow. Then tragedy strikes once more. Ophelia dies under mysterious circumstances, leaving behind a blind daughter — a child blamed for the queen’s death. Neglected, scorned, and hidden away within the cold northern wing of the castle, the girl grows in loneliness while the kingdom mourns its fallen queen. Upon hearing of her sister’s death, Selara’s sorrow erupts into fury. On the battlefield, she becomes something terrifying — sweeping through enemies with a vengeance so relentless it earns her a feared and whispered name. Five years later, the war ends. Selara is summoned back to the capital — not as a celebrated knight, but as a bride. Bound by duty, she is commanded to marry her sister’s widower, the king himself. Yet within the gilded halls of the palace, Selara uncovers a cruelty far greater than war. Her niece — Ophelia’s forgotten daughter — has been shunned, blamed, and cast aside, while another child, born from envy and deceit, is cherished in her place. Now, Selara must navigate a court steeped in secrets and betrayal. Haunted by loss, bound by duty, and torn by a forbidden, slow-burning romance with the king, she rises not merely as a queen — but as a protector. For vengeance may shape kingdoms. But a mother’s embrace… Can rewrite destiny.

WARNING: (MATURE CONTENT) R18+ Excerpt: "I wouldn't mind helping you strip if you aren't going to do it yourself?" He said his voice did not sound like a request but as a demanding command and Elowen flew her hands to her zip and suddenly paused at her action. Elowen watched the man in front of her. If it wasn't Emily who recommended him to her, she swore she would have lashes out and ordered him out and stopped this shit with him. She was supposed to be the one commanding and him obeying her rule, not the other way around. However, the way those very eyes pinned her to the spot, she found herself obeying every single command he made. She saw herself blinking several times as she recalled that she had told herself she wouldn't follow this process. She had only had in mind to be done in just one minute and not this sudden romantic process. There was nothing to be romantic about with a stranger when she was betraying herself. Was he even... Her breath hitched as her thought paused noticing his hand now tracing the line of her smooth thigh making it's under her skirt. Her eyes flew wide as she felt his fingers on the strip of her little piece of cloth being suddenly torn from underneath her skirt, sending the warm biting air in without notice. Her hands were now finding their way on his neck in an attempt to get a hold of herself when she felt something wet on her lip and next a sudden poke from between where her leg involuntarily welcomed the motion. She was surprised at her own actions. She wasn't supposed to be feeling this moment of betrayal but this strange one-night stand was making her feel it. Making her do things more than she wanted to do. Before she could count minutes every piece of her clothing was undone. "This can be a one-night stand, but don't worry, I will make sure to make it a memorable one," Owen whispered into her ear, and before she could think of speaking, he was controlling every motion, every inch of her body.

Eloise thought her first heartbreak would end in tears. She was wrong. It ended in gasoline and a match. ​For two years, she’d loved him with a naive belief in "forever." He was her safe place—until she found the truth buried in his trash. Used condoms, the scent of betrayal still fresh. Then came the final blow: a call from a friend who’d spotted him at a restaurant with someone else. ​Eloise didn't just walk away; she crashed his dinner. She emptied a glass of wine over his face, slapped him until her palm burned, and threw the evidence of his infidelity at his chest. ​But heartbreak demanded a higher price. That night, her agony took the shape of a flickering flame. She watched his estate burn, waiting for the satisfaction to kick in. ​It never did. Because the house didn’t belong to her ex. ​It belonged to Luciano Solis De la Vega. ​A man whose name is whispered in the city's darkest corners. Ruthless. Powerful. Terrifyingly composed. Luciano doesn’t believe in mercy or insurance claims; he believes in collateral. And now, Eloise is the only asset he intends to collect. ​She is his debt. His punishment. His. ​Luciano is a master of control, a man who breaks beautiful things just to see them bend. But Eloise refuses to shatter. Every defiant glance and every tremor of fury awakens a dangerous obsession within him. ​Their nights are a war zone where hate collides with heat and punishment blurs into desire. But as the smoke clears, Eloise realizes the fire she started was only the beginning. Between jealous lovers and enemies disguised as friends, she is trapped in a world where even loyalty has teeth. ​When two broken souls collide, they don’t heal. They incinerate. ​From the ashes of betrayal, a new kind of love is written—not in promises, but in ruins.

Ethan's life was going well... sort of. With three months to his wedding and almost enough savings to finally quit his stripping job, everything seemed almost perfect… Till his fiancé suddenly dumps him, and he loses everything he's ever built... in the span of one week. Standing at the edge of a storybuilding, he's about to throw himself off to end the suffocating pain when he suddenly gets a call... for an interview with a high-ranking company he never applied to. A company under the renowned Alpha Aurelian Vale. The S-tier Alpha who would change his life forever, and just may be tied to Ethan's present and past in more ways than he could even begin to imagine. The Alpha he THINKS he doesn't know. ******* "Why should I trust you? Isn't playing games the core of your business? Everything is a game to you. Even this... "He says, and I step closer to him... pushing myself against him, as I see fear return to his eyes. "You don't know me, Ethan. "I remind him, and I watch the anger in his eyes melt into stubbornness. "And you also don't know me, Mr. Aurelian! "He retorts, and I smirk. That's the Ethan I like. Feisty. "But I do know you. "I say, and he visibly gulps as beads of sweat begin to form across his forehead. "You're impulsive, stubborn, and daring. You are broken and hurting inside, but you mask all that pain with a smile. Never really healing from them, but burying them. Praying the day doesn't come when they rise from their graves. Your humour is your defence mechanism. It makes you feel stronger when you're intimidated or scared. "I continue, and his jaw drops as he gawks at me. I lean in closer to him, enjoying the heat of the proximity, as I drop low enough for my lips to brush against his ear, and his delicate orchid scent fills my lungs. "Am I wrong? "I question him, and he just blinks back. Visibly stunned by my words. I smile in satisfaction at him before stepping away from him, and once again I hit the emergency stop button. "I know you better than you think, Ethan. The sooner you understand this, the better. "I add before reaching for a cigar in my breast pocket and lighting it. I know it's against the rules, but I don't care. "You might want to cover that. "I say, pointing at the bulge in his pants, and he immediately turns red as he tries to drag his shirt down to cover it. Just then, the elevator doors open, and I smirk as people pour into the elevator, looking between Ethan and me. I see the stink eyes I get because of the cigar in my hand, but I only step out of the elevator because of the infant I see a mother carrying. As I leave Ethan behind, I send him a text. *Meet me in the car.*

revenge and justice

"It would be better to die than live such a fucked up life." Xie Fang thought death would finally end the torture he had suffered for years. Instead, he woke up in the same rotten room—facing a cold system that called itself the Protector of the Universe. This time, he was given a choice. The "things" that tortured him were intruders—beings from other worlds that should not exist. They broke the rules of reality and fed on people like him. To erase them, the Protector offered Xie Fang a contract: travel through different worlds, take on new bodies, and hunt down the intruders hiding among humans. In return, he would get his revenge. Xie Fang agreed without hesitation. World after world, he completed his missions with a calm mind and sharp intelligence. He learned how to play his roles perfectly, how to deceive others, and how to kill without being seen. What Xie Fang didn’t know was that someone had been watching him from the very beginning. "I'll find you," a voice whispered. "No matter the world. No matter the life." Across every world, the same presence appeared—dangerous, possessive, and terrifyingly familiar. It helped him when it pleased. It cornered him when it wanted. No matter how far Xie Fang ran, it was always there, as if he had never been allowed to leave. The darkness following him does not want to destroy him. It wants to claim him. As Xie Fang uncovers the truth behind the intruders, the system, and his own past, he realizes his revenge is only the beginning. In a game of lies and survival, he must decide how far he is willing to go. Arc Lists: 1) [Modern World]: Young Master X Pervert Doctor (Complete ) 2) [Historical World]: Crown Prince X Regent (ongoing) 3) [Beastman World]: Rabbit Female X Black Panther Protector (on the way) _ _ _ _ P.S. I do not own the cover Image. If the orginal owner/artist want me to remove it please contact below: Gmail: [email protected] Discord: Coffee_bubble Or comment on this book. I'll immediately change it.

“Let me go Henry,” I said coldly. “I am not yours, not anymore.” Henry scoffed. “You will always be mine. I was your first mate.” “And yet you rejected me. I don’t need you anymore, I have-” “Who do you have, Nyssa? Him?” He laughed humorlessly. “You don’t even know who he is.” Rowan growled, a low warning sound. “Shut the fuck up!” “Why?” Henry shot back. “Tell her what you’re hiding, Rowan, let’s see if she still loves you after.” ********************* Nyssa was once the beloved of the pack—the Beta’s daughter, mated to the Alpha. But once her parents died, and she was unable to shift, her life began to crumble until she was finally rejected by her mate, Henry. It was hard enough that he left her for her best friend, but as the Beta’s daughter, she was forced to remain with him until an attack leaves their pack vulnerable and they have to seek help for the lycans. What was meant to be a diplomatic trip turned into chaos when Nyssa realizes she is mated to Rowan—the lycan king. Lycans and wolves don’t get along, and there is a lot of history between the three of them. To Nyssa, the angel she doesn’t know is better than the devil she knows, But what happens when that angel is just another devil in disguise? After all, Rowan is hiding some dark secrets of his own, the kind that threatens their already fragile bond. Would she be able to handle the pressure? Or will she go back to Henry who may have never gotten over her in the first place?

SYNOPSIS °-° ZAYN HASHMI is a master at playing two parts. To everyone else, he’s just a guy who’s always in control calm, distant, and impossible to rattle. But that’s just the mask. In reality, he’s built a secret mafia empire with one goal in mind: making the people who killed his parents pay. ​He doesn’t do "feelings" and he definitely doesn't do second chances. If you cross him, your first warning is also your last. He’s spent years training himself to listen to his head, never his heart, and he couldn't care less about anyone outside his immediate family. For Zayn, life isn't about living; it’s about a debt that needs to be settled in blood MEHER KHAN returns from Scotland hoping to start something of her own, dreaming of a life where she can make her own choices. Instead, her father, Asad Khan, forces her to take charge of the family company, tying her down to responsibilities she never asked for. At the same time, Meher is relentlessly searching for her missing sister the only person who holds answers to truths Meher has been running from for years. Asad Khan, driven by his own ambitions, pushes Meher into a marriage with Zayn Hashmi, unaware of the darkness surrounding him. What begins as a forced union slowly turns into a dangerous connection built on secrets, lies, and unspoken pain. When Zayn’s thirst for revenge collides with Meher’s search for the truth, both are forced to choose between the past they cannot escape and the future they might lose........ .................... *_*...................