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Cruel Obsession: Married To The Prince, Desired By The King

Have you ever felt someone watching you… so closely, that it feels as if your very soul belongs to them? Someone who would snap a man’s neck with his bare hands, just because of a whisper of disrespect and lay his head at your feet… smiling, as if it were the sweetest gift you could ever receive? Yes, that exactly is my fate. I am Adeline, a dying village girl with no crown, no power, and barely a month left to live. Yet fate had other plans. A royal decree summoned all eligible women to the prince’s bride‑selection ball. I had no desire to go. I had no desire to live beyond my pain. But my mother… wanted me to taste a life brighter than the one she was forced to endure. I did not expect to be chosen. I did not expect to survive the deadly trials. I am now married to Prince Nathan, he treats me as if I am nothing. His cruelty knows no bounds, his arrogance cutting into every corner of my new life. He treats me like a stray dog dragged into the palace by mistake. Whispers follow me everywhere. The guards and maids do not even bother to hide their disdain or disrespect. Yet… I am not alone. Because every night, in my dreams, he comes to me. My terror… My guarding angel. The man whose whispers curl through my veins and leave me trembling before I even wake. The man who touches me without ever truly taking me, yet makes me ache as if he already owns every part of me. And then there is my father‑in‑law. The vampire king. The most bloodthirsty and ruthless man alive. A king whose presence alone makes my heart race the same way it does in my dreams. A man whose gaze lingers too long… as if he has always known me. Could the monster who haunts my dreams truly be the same man who rules this palace or am I only imagining a connection that was never meant to exist? And if he is real… am I his prey, or something far more dangerous to desire? Because what does it mean… when a monster becomes obsessed with you?
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Claimed by the Prince of Darkness

Eighteen-year-old Ruelle Belmont has learned to be useful and grateful, because in her family love is given only to those who earn it. When her father’s debts grow beyond saving, she is sent to Sexton, a prestigious vampire institution that accepts one human from every household. But Sexton is no place for a human. Inside its halls, humans are not students. They are Groundlings, valued for their blood and how easily they can be broken. Favour is currency and cruelty is entertainment. And failure means being sold. Ruelle soon discovers that the cold and dangerous pureblood she once crossed paths with is here as well. Worse, she is forced to share a room with him when she is hunted by a couple of vampiresses.  Lucian Slater watches her too closely for a man who claims to despise humans. Yet when Sexton’s predators begin to circle, he is the one who steps in to help her. And for the first time in her life, Ruelle is learning something she was never meant to believe. That she may be worth wanting. And in Sexton, being wanted is the most dangerous thing of all. ——————— The clock struck midnight when Ruelle heard the echo of footsteps. She tensed, the fine hairs on the back of her neck standing on end in the cool night air. "You shouldn't be here," Ruelle whispered, her voice a breathless murmur. The silhouette finally came to stand under the moonlight, his dark red eyes watching her and his inky black hair ruffling. "Shouldn't I?" His voice was a dark caress, and she stood there captivated by the danger he exuded like perfume. "I haven’t seen you for the last two days," his tone low. His hand reached out, fingers brushing against the silk of her nightgown, tracing the trembling outline of her collarbone. "Tell me, were you avoiding me, or perhaps... entertaining other offers?" Ruelle’s heart raced, her breaths shallow. She declared, "I don't belong to anyone.” "A bold claim," he murmured, his breath a tantalising chill against her skin as he leaned in. "Yet here you are, pulse racing, your body tensed as if in anticipation of my touch." His fingers gripped her chin, tilting her face towards his. The moonlight caught his eyes, revealing a glint of predatory intent. "Or must I remind you whose touch you truly crave?"
ash_knight17 · 1.7m Views

Transmigrated Into A Demon Academy; Demon King! Have Mercy!

One minute he is Valentine Reynolds, the most honourable man and a true hero in his world, and the next minute he is the trash of another world. ‎ ‎Cast to the bottom of the food chain where shame was his daily bread and bullying his normal life, he struggled. How did this happen? HE TRANSMIGRATED. Wait... But how did he become the weakest demon in an academy where only the strong survived? An academy where only the most atrocious things happen! (Slavery, Pimping, Killing, Sedating, Torture, Rape, Sodomy). Sodomy? SODOMY??? What exactly about his past life was so wrong to be so heartlessly cursed with such severe punishment? Valentine Reynolds was highly HOMOPHOBIC!! ... But Val's predicament was nothing compared to the actual craft of this world. Here, you will see seven princes of hell wage war against themselves. Here, you will see the true nature of their abilities. Here, you will see them wrestle with other entities, weak or strong just to get to the throne. Here, you will see them mess with their weakness and prey on the weak. Here, you will see what happens in an academy where everyone is ruthless. Here, you get to see what it means for the Ruler of Hell to fall in love. Here, you get to see what happens when the one whom Hell bows to crumble his world to protect his heart. Here, you WILL see what happens when you mess with Hell himself. What? You want to see this happen? Then swipe open the chapters already! ------- NOTE: This book is slow paced. ~~~~ Releases on Monday, Tuesday, Wednesdays and Fridays. Mass Releases on Saturdays and Sundays.
Twilight_Fog · 12.7k Views

A Scandal By Any Other Name

BOOK TWO OF THE HAMILTON SERIES WARNING: A Regency Era novel. Adult content with detailed smut…Read at you own risk⚠️⛔️ Genre: Historical Romance / Smut / Enemies-to-Lovers / Mystery / Comedy [Book Two of the Hamilton Series. Can be read as a standalone, but better enjoyed after Lady Ines’ Scandalous Hobby.] To the world, Duke Rowan Hamilton is the perfect gentleman. But in the bedroom, he is a man possessed. Rowan Hamilton has it all: a Ducal title, the face of a fallen angel, and a smile that makes debutantes faint. He is the "Golden Duke"—charming, responsible, and utterly adored by society. But it’s all a lie. Beneath the coats and polite manners, Rowan is a man haunted by a ghost. For three years, he has remained faithful to the memory of a masked woman who stole a kiss, bested him at a game of chance, and vanished into the night. He doesn't want any one as his wife; he wants her. When his domineering aunt tires of his bachelorhood, she hires London’s most notorious underground matchmaker to force the issue. Enter Miss Delaney Kingsley. She is sharp-tongued, infuriatingly competent, and entirely unimpressed by his title. Her mission? To drag Rowan to the altar with the season’s "Diamond," Lady Celine, within three months to collect the juicy payment Rowan’s aunt had to offer. Rowan intends to fire the meddlesome woman. But when Delaney looks at him with those hazel, intelligent eyes and orders him around like a young lad, he feels the first spark of life he’s felt in years. He decides to play her game. He will let her find him a wife. But he has no intention of choosing anyone even Lady Celine. "You were hired to find me a Duchess, Miss Kingsley. But the only person I want in my duchy and in my bed... is you." As mysteries turn into forbidden nights and the bickering turns into scorching passion, Rowan begins to suspect that his matchmaker is hiding a secret of her own. She moves like a shadow, handles a rifle like a soldier, and tastes exactly like the ghost he’s been hunting for three years. What to Expect: * High Stake Mystery: They try to untangle themselves from the Farrington’s trap. * The Golden Retriever Duke: Who turns into a possessive Alpha behind closed doors. * The Matchmaker Trope: She’s trying to marry him off; he’s trying to take her clothes off. * High Heat: Slow burn that explodes into intense smut. * Competence Kink: He falls harder every time she bosses him around. * Cameos: Featuring the chaotic domestic life of Duchess Ines and Duke Carcel (and their baby Harry!). Excerpt: "Your Grace, please focus," Delaney snapped, adjusting his cravat with efficient, gloved hands. "Lady Celine is waiting in the ballroom. You must look at her as if she is the only woman in the world." Rowan caught her wrist, stopping her movements. He stepped into her space, backing her against the heavy oak door of the study, his "Golden Boy" mask slipping to reveal the hunger beneath. "And how, exactly, does one do that, Miss Kingsley?" he whispered, his voice rough. "Show me." "I—I cannot show you, It I s not in my place to—" "Then teach me," he growled, lowering his head until his lips brushed the sensitive skin of her neck. "Teach me how to pretend I am not burning alive every time you walk into a room."
Cameron_Rose_8326 · 445.2k Views

The Alpha’s Unclaimed Mate

Her blood was liquid gold. The moment it hit the basin, the scent slammed into Prince Dexmon like a charging bull.  A primal urge to mate with her followed, obliterating any concern for timing, place, or consequence.  His heart thundered, caught somewhere between hunger and outright panic. His wolf surged.  Aegon: Mate her. Mate her again. Mark her. In that order.  Dexmon: Absolutely the fuck not.  It took every ounce of control he possessed to hold back.  Meanwhile, she stood there, calm, oblivious to him coming apart at the seams.  The Moon Goddess, it seemed, truly had a twisted sense of humor.   ✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦ [Synopsis] Mate. He knows it instantly. She has no idea. After a year in silver chains, Serena Silverveil's wolf is silent. She escaped Viremont with nothing — no pack, no title, no wolf. Just a sharp mind, a lethal wit, and a refusal to die. A stranger saves her life. She returns the favor without knowing he's the Crown Prince of Drakenfell. But Dexmon is betrothed to Princess Agnes — the daughter of the very tyrant who kept Serena collared. So he stays silent. Agnes will stop at nothing to keep him. Murder, poisonings, dark magic, abductions, and starting a literal war. She ensures everyone in Drakenfell believes Serena is a whore and illiterate. Serena enters the royal ball on another man's arm, wearing the boldest gown in Drakenfell. Dexmon's restraint snaps. But he's not the only one watching. Fin Shadowclaw, the youngest and most powerful Alpha King in Skardos also hears "Mate" when he sees Serena. He marks her. Dexmon's wolf shoves him off and marks over his mark. Two rival Alpha Kings. One mark. And a woman who already had her heart destroyed, now torn between them. Love triangles don't usually involve mass murder. ✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦ Content Warning: This novel contains dark themes, dubcon, abuse, smut, explicit scenes, and morally gray characters. Reader discretion advised.  Tags: love triangle, matebond, war, royal family, betrayal, shifter, queen, underestimated, alpha king, luna
TheLoneQuill · 118k Views

The Lunar Curse: A Second Chance With Alpha Draven

Meredith Carter was once the pride of her pack—until the Lunar Curse marked her as wolfless, unwanted, and a disgrace. Humiliated, abandoned, and rejected by her fated mate, she thought the Moon Goddess had forsaken her. But her curse came with a cruel side effect—wild, uncontrollable pheromones that drove men insane with desire and disgust. A scent so intoxicating, it made her a target. The night she was cast aside when her pheromones spiralled beyond control, Alpha Draven Oatrun—the most feared and untouchable Alpha in the kingdom—claimed her instead. But Draven doesn’t want love. He doesn’t even want her. His reasons for marrying her have nothing to do with fate. Thrust into a world of ruthless politics, deadly enemies, and a mate who sees her as nothing more than a pawn, Meredith must fight to survive, reclaim her dignity, and uncover the secrets behind her curse. Because something is awakening inside her. Something powerful. Something… ancient. And when the truth is revealed, not even Alpha Draven will be able to resist what she becomes. Rejected. Cursed. Desired. Chosen. Will Meredith break free from her fate? Above all, what is this mystical force pushing her to start a war? — Excerpt: "You may have claimed me," Meredith whispered, her violet eyes burning with defiance, "but you will never own me." Draven exhaled a low, dangerous laugh. His golden eyes gleamed as he caged her in, his presence suffocating. "Own you?" His voice was velvet and steel. "Little wolf, I don’t need to own you." He brushed a strand of silver-white hair behind her ear—a touch so light, yet it sent shivers down her spine. "Because whether you like it or not…" His breath ghosted against her skin. "Your body already responds to me." Meredith clenched her jaw, ignoring the traitorous warmth pooling deep inside her. It was the pheromones. It had to be. "I hate you," she forced out. “Good,” Draven smirked. Because hate was just another form of obsession.
Paschalinelily · 2.5m Views