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Fated To Not Just One, But Three

I let out a bitter laugh. “It’s ironic, isn’t it? You spent years making my life a living hell, and now you look at me like I’m the very air you breathe.” Lennox’s face fell. “Olivia, it wasn’t supposed to be like this—” I cut him off, my eyes blazing with anger. “Oh, but it was. You wanted me broken. You wanted me to suffer. And I did.” I paused, my voice trembling. “But not anymore.” Louis, who had been silent, spoke softly. “Olivia, we—” I shook my head and took a step back, putting distance between us. “No. Whatever you think you feel, it doesn’t matter. It’s too late. You had a choice. And every single time, you chose her. Over and over again, you chose Anita.” Levi shook his head. “We were wrong.” I met their gazes. “Yes, you were. And now, you’ll have to live with it.” With that, I turned away, refusing to let them see the tears burning in my eyes. •••••••• Olivia Parker was once the cherished daughter of a respected Gamma—until betrayal shattered her world. Branded the daughter of a traitor, she was stripped of her title, her dignity, and the life she had known, forced to serve as an Omega among those who once respected her. But fate wasn’t done with her yet. On the night of the mating ceremony, Olivia discovered the cruelest twist of all—she wasn’t fated to just one mate, but three. And not just any three. Alpha Lennox, Alpha Louis, and Alpha Levi—the ruthless triplet Alphas who had spent years tormenting her. Bound to a marriage they never wanted, the triplets made her life a waking nightmare. They paraded their lover, Anita, before her, ensuring she never forgot her place, never forgot that they would never want her. But fate has a way of playing its own game. As secrets unravel and buried truths come to light, the triplets begin to see Olivia for who she truly is—not just a Luna in title, but the woman they never realized they needed. Only now, she’s done waiting.
Sugarlitics · 5.6m Views

Bound to the enemy Alpha

Warning Mature content - Rated 18+ I was born cursed—an omega in a world that worships strength. My pack despises me. My stepmother and stepsister humiliate me. The only one who’s ever shown me love is my father… but even his power couldn’t stop the treaty that bound me to enemy territory. To survive, I must attend Noctos Dominium Academy, a prestigious school ruled by the most dangerous pack in the region. And at its heart is him— Damien Blackwood, the enemy Alpha’s son. Cold. Ruthless. Tattooed sin wrapped in grey eyes that burn with violence. On my first day, he pulled me out of my car, slammed me against the hood, and promised he’d break me. I should hate him. And I do. But hatred has a taste, a burn in the veins that feels too much like desire. And no matter how much I fight it, his presence sparks something I can’t control. As tensions rise between our packs, more threats surface—hidden enemies, dark secrets, and shadows that want me dead. Three new boys enter my life: Kieran Vale – the golden rebel with a sharp tongue and dangerous smile. Flirtatious, reckless, yet with secrets buried deep. Malakai Draven – quiet, haunting, a genius with a tragic past. His intensity draws me in even when I try to resist. Lucien Thalor – A cold, mysterious prince with silver eyes and hidden depths. Each of them offers a different kind of danger, a different kind of temptation. Yet all roads lead back to Damien—the one I should never want, the one who embodies everything I was raised to despise. Trapped between duty and desire, love and hate, betrayal and loyalty, and an unknown enemy threatening the lands, I have to decide: Will I burn for the enemy Alpha, or will his hatred consume me whole? This isn’t just school. This is war. And I am the prize at the center of it all
Fawn_Vixen · 37.6k Views

The Quietest Knife

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.
dr_ban99 · 107.5k Views

Surviving A Novel I Don't Remember: A Tutor's Guide To Staying Alive

"If I can just stay under the radar, I might survive the final chapter." Kim Jowoon woke up in a novel world as the illegitimate fourth son of a marquis, Julian Von Astrea, and it looked like every single character hated him. It was a world where everyone looked like a protagonist—shining eyes, tragic backstories, destiny practically dripping off them. Everyone except him. He didn't even get a script. Then the Affection System popped up and crushed his hopes in one clean line of text: every so-called “hero” in the capital had a solid 0% interest in his continued existence. Naturally, Julian did the most reasonable thing possible—he ran. Straight into the safest job he could think of: tutoring the young son of the Empire's most reclusive (and famously cold) Duke. The plan was foolproof. Win over the kid, stay invisible, collect a fat paycheck, and live long enough to die of old age instead of plot relevance. It didn't go smoothly at first. The child barely spoke, the Duke barely appeared, and Julian briefly wondered if he'd chosen the wrong kind of death. But somehow… it worked. The Duke's son slowly warmed up to him. Lessons became warm conversations, and silence turned into trust. And even stranger, the Duke's affection level didn't just rise—it skyrocketed into something Julian absolutely had not planned for. For the first time since transmigrating, he felt safe. Then the Empire started falling apart. A masked criminal began tearing through the capital, and Julian started waking up with missing memories and an unsettling sense of déjà vu. No wounds. No explanations. Just the feeling that something had happened—and that he was better off not remembering it. He had thought he was the one being hunted. But the higher the Duke's affection climbed, the more frequent the blackouts became, and the more a terrifying possibility took shape. He came here to survive the story. Now, he was starting to suspect the Duke wasn't protecting him from the plot at all… He was protecting the plot from him.
Byul_Byre · 17.7k Views

The Widow's smile

Everyone mourned the decorated police officer who died in a failed raid against the underworld. Everyone—except his younger brother. To the world, Yuren is just an innocent college boy with soft smiles and gentle eyes, quietly dating the city’s most untouchable man: Kairav Voss, the billionaire CEO rumored to freeze rooms with a glance. A man the media calls The Cold King. A man the underworld knows as its silent executioner. What no one knows is that Yuren stepped into Kairav’s arms with a single purpose: revenge. His brother didn’t die in a mission. He was executed. As Yuren sinks deeper into Kairav’s glass-and-blood empire, mafia partners begin to die—one by one—each death cleaner, quieter, more impossible than the last. No witnesses. No suspects. Only whispers of a ghost moving through the underworld. All the while, Kairav’s heart—long believed to be incapable of love—melts for the boy who feels like salvation. But obsession twists both ways. Kairav doesn’t see the monster growing beside him. Yuren doesn’t expect to fall so deeply into the arms of the very man he plans to destroy. Love turns into possession. Trust becomes a weapon. And the truth—when it finally surfaces—shatters everything they believe. Because the real villain was never hiding in the shadows. He was smiling sweetly in lecture halls. Sleeping beside the king of the underworld. Kissing him like a promise. In the final, unforgivable twist, the truth is revealed: the hand that killed the police officer… belongs to the one Kairav loves most. And for love—true, obsessive, ruinous love— the Cold King dies by his boyfriend’s hand. A story of betrayal disguised as devotion, of innocence that masks annihilation, and of a love so absolute it chooses destruction over mercy. Some hearts don’t break. They burn the world instead.
_Lyra_34 · 341 Views