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[+18| Adult Content | Dark | Erotic Mafia Romance] In Central City, everyone knows the name Marcone. It’s a name whispered in fear, a name synonymous with blood, shadows, and an empire built on the broken bones of anyone who dared to cross them. Adrian Grayson is a ghost. A widower frozen in three years of grief, he lives for his art and nothing else. He doesn't care about the city's monsters, until he accidentally crashes into the most dangerous one of all. Twice in one night, the cold, lethal Matteo Marcone saves Adrian’s life. Adrian hates to owe anyone, especially a devil. But when he asks how to settle the debt, the answer isn't money or blood. "Climb into my bed if you want to repay me," Matteo rumbles. "Or remain forever in my debt." Adrian is straight. He is a man of honor. But in a fortress of stone and iron, trapped by a man who refuses to let him go, Adrian realizes that the Devil doesn't just want his body, he wants to consume his very soul. Will Adrian pay the price, or will he discover that some debts can only be paid in skin? A/N: This story is entirely fictional. All characters, names, locations, and events are products of the author’s imagination. Any similarity to real people, living or deceased, or actual events is purely coincidental.

18+ MATURE CONTENT BE WARNED!!! WARNING: sexual content, excessive violence, graphic violence, torture AND disturbing scenes. Eli Thorne was once Spector Zero. The government's most successful experiment and the world's deadliest assassin. After he had proved to be way more useful dead than alive, the government attempted to extract his genes to clone others like him. So, he blew up the underground lab that raised him...and died with it. Unexpectedly, when he opened his eyes again, he was no longer Spectre Zero but a weak, bullied, and completely ordinary seventeen-year-old high school student. In this new life, Eli only wanted one thing: To live a normal life. But in a twist of fate, he caught the attention of Roman Vale. The high school bully, rumoured to be the Heir to the Vale Mercenary Group. An organisation with both hands in the government and the underworld. Roman was never supposed to notice someone like Eli. Yet the moment he did, he couldn’t look away.

WARNING: 18+ Omegaverse ◇ Explicit knotting • Heat/rut ◇ Possessive Alpha • Alpha×Omega • Public risk,Enigma×Omega• Alpha ×Alpha Lirien fled his home to escape a forced marriage, believing freedom was finally within reach. But his escape takes a dangerous turn when he sneaks aboard a luxury spaceship where Omegas are forbidden by law. His plan is simple: stay hidden and survive. Then Captain Vael finds him. Known across the galaxy as a ruthless and feared Alpha, Vael should report Lirien immediately. Instead, one scent changes everything. When Lirien unexpectedly goes into heat, the Captain faces an impossible choice—follow the law or protect the Omega who is quickly becoming impossible to ignore. Hidden in the shadows of a ship filled with dangerous Alphas, Lirien must rely on the one man who could destroy him with a single command. But the longer they stay close, the harder it becomes to resist the growing attraction between them. As secrets unravel and forbidden desires grow stronger, Lirien discovers a terrifying truth: the greatest danger on the ship may not be the crew hunting him... It may be falling for Captain Vael. “I know,” Lirien said, voice shaking. “We just met… and part of me is scared. But the heat… it’s so strong. All I can think about is how empty I feel. I just want… I need something inside me. Please.” Will Vael ruin him? Or will their dangerous secret set the stars on fire?

[Trigger Warning: This semi dark fantasy romance contains few mature themes.] SYNOPSIS: •A WORLD BUILT ON LIES• Long ago, humans lived unaware of the supernatural beings hidden among them—werewolves with their primal instincts, witches whispering spells in the dark, and elves with their ancient, watchful eyes. For centuries, they coexisted in fragile silence. Then, everything shattered. Near the shadow-drenced woods of the Shadow pack kingdom, human traveler stumbled upon a gruesome scene: an old woman’s lifeless body, her skin ashen, her wounds gaping like accusations. A few paces away lay a dead werewolf, its throat ripped open, its muzzle still flecked with blood. The truth was undeniable—monsters walked among them. Fear ignited war. Humans, armed with fire and steel, hunted the supernatural races. Witches and elves were dragged into the slaughter, their homes burned, their people butchered. The bloodshed raged until King Alfred V of the Amethyst Kingdom stood before the four Werewolf Kings—Silverhowl, Crimsonheart, Shadow, and Atlassian —and offered a deal drenched in poison. A sacrifice for peace. Every twenty years, each human family would surrender a daughter to the werewolves. And in return, the future Alpha Kings must wed a human—or the war would reignite. The werewolves agreed. The witches and elves retreated, their hatred festering like an open wound. The world remained fractured, its peace a fragile lie. --- •THE PROPHECY OF FIRE• In the hidden Blaze Tribe, where crimson eyes burned like embers, the seer Prophetia foresaw annihilation. "Our people will fall," she rasped, her voice trembling. "But from the ashes, a girl will rise—the one who will bring true peace… and the one they will slaughter for it." The tribe made a desperate pact. They would cast a spell—a curse of forgotten memory—erasing their existence from the world’s mind. Their souls would be the price, but their legacy would live on in Ovelia, the child of prophecy. The night the Blaze Tribe fell, Ovelia’s parents hid her in the whispering forest, their hands shaking as they sealed a goddess—Firera—inside her infant body. Then, they turned to face their doom. --- •FATE’S CRUEL WHISPER• Ace Draven—half-werewolf, half-witch prince of Silverhowl—had never believed in destiny. Until he found a crying infant in the forest. His wolf, Fenrir, howled in recognition. A crimson thread shimmered between them—mates. But Firera, watching from within Ovelia’s soul, snarled. "She’s a child. This is too soon." With a flick of her wrist and spell, she tore the memory from Ace’s mind, leaving only an empty ache in his chest. --- •TWENTY YEARS LATER: A SACRIFICE IGNITES• Ovelia has spent her life as a slave, raised by the cruel mayor of Timberline Village—a man who would gladly sacrifice her to spare his own daughter. The night of the sacrifice, the air reeks of damp earth and iron. Torches flicker as the werewolves emerge from the shadows. And then—Ace Draven steps forward. Their eyes meet. Fenrir *howls*. Ace’s claws unsheathe, his breath ragged. He doesn’t understand why his wolf is clawing at his ribs, why his pulse hammers at the sight of this stranger. But the bond between them burns hotter than vengeance. Ovelia doesn’t know him. He doesn’t recognize her. And yet, their souls scream in unison.

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!

She was never chosen to save the world — she was forged to survive it. Etani is a half-fae assassin who understands the rules of survival: power is taken, mercy is punished, and every victory has a cost. She was never meant to be a heroine — only a weapon. When fate drags her from the shadows into the heart of political and divine conflict, Etani is stripped of her power, betrayed by courts and gods alike, and forced into leadership she never wanted. Each battle reshapes her. Each choice costs her something she cannot replace. As assassinations give way to crowns, and kingdoms become bargaining chips for gods, Etani must navigate brutal power struggles, shifting alliances, and enemies who would rather break her than kill her. Survival demands sacrifice. Power demands blood. And destiny does not care who it destroys along the way. This is a dark epic fantasy of ruthless survival, morally complex choices, and a female lead who does not seek redemption — only control over the chaos determined to consume her. For readers who enjoy dark fantasy, morally grey protagonists, and stories where power is both weapon and curse, Etani is a completed 12-book saga of transformation, vengeance, and the thin line between predator and prey. Content Warning: This series contains graphic violence, sexual content, torture, murder, cannibalism, domestic and sexual abuse, mental illness (including depression and suicidality), abortion, and miscarriage.

When Rosalind follows her father to a grand banquet in the kingdom of Eryndor, she expects nothing but humiliation as her father intends to pawn her off to settle his gambling debts. Rosalind is fiercely unwilling to be controlled and is definitely unprepared for the attention of King Alaric, the kingdom’s feared tyrant whose dangerous charm and ruthless reputation make the bravest men tremble and women weak in their knees. Intrigued by her defiance, Alaric claims Rosalind as his own, and suddenly she is trapped in his castle, under the scrutiny of his watchful eyes, sinful tongue, and burning touch. Desperate to escape, she discovers a secret ally in a mysterious servant, one whose true identity shocks her and forces her to question everything she thought was real, with the fact that her father hadn't been in debt at all but had handed her to the malicious king with evil intentions. Rosalind finds herself caught between two men: the controlling, prideful king who desires her completely, and the enigmatic servant who sees her as more than a prize. In a palace where deception is law and freedom is impossible, can Rosalind survive and who will truly claim her heart?

On a quiet, sunny morning in Australia, Selene rushed through the city, clutching her worn-out folder. Today was supposed to be the most important day of her life—an interview for her dream job. But arriving late cost her the opportunity. Heartbroken, Selene returned home, only to be pushed into something she dreaded even more—a blind date with a complete stranger. Reluctant but with little choice, she agreed. But the moment she stepped into the restaurant and saw the man waiting for her, her heart stopped. It was him. The stern, commanding man she had bumped into that very morning. Was it a coincidence… or was fate bringing them together for a reason?

"I stayed..and left to save you. Because I was afraid."— My zhù fù. --- Since the day Lìngxiāo was born, he has carried a strange condition that never lets him show pain or anger. As an independent exorcist with no controlling 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. But was he even killed? Or was it 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. Silently. Without a trace. When Lìngxiāo arrives, a silent surprise awaits him. The veil was one, but the souls were nineteen. The history held the deaths of twenty legendary family members. But wasn't it supposed to be only one ghost—the one hunting the very heir of the clan in nightmares? Chóng Fēi. Within his discovery, he realizes: the ghosts weren't just villains. They were victims of another villain too. Now, roaming with no tongues to speak, they use every way they can to communicate with him. During his investigation—through a ballad of needles and fear, all for the sake of keeping the heir alive—the one-sided puppy love of Chóng Fēi grows into deep longing and love. It becomes his reason to walk slower. To share belongings. To share feelings. A mystery not older than the town itself. Yet no one knows it—except the ones who plotted it, sitting among them all along. There was more than one mastermind. The unknown one seems above the main other too. Can someone who roots for power and legacy move for the song bird whose nature is flying around, singing quietly from a corner of a tree, searching for his origin? --- Fall Of The Royal Blue: [BONE SIDE NOVEL: Coming after the whole series of Shades Of The Exorcist's Smile] Trying to make someone permanent against the rules was always one of the biggest mistakes anyone could ever make. At the time of 5AD, there were five gods who ruled the universe: Earth, Emotion, Death, Life, and Fate. The Lord of Earth was the highest of them all. Fate was the fifth-ranked god—known as Xiǎo Jiǎng. At his peak, his followers outnumbered the other three classes combined. His kindness was so overflowing that the afterlife became unbalanced: Heaven was full, and Hell was nearly empty. But during his era of greatest glory, while visiting a distant land in disguise, he met a young boy named Kagetsu—a boy who did not belong to that world. As time passed, Xiǎo Jiǎng fell for him. The boy melted his icy yet gentle heart. The Lord of Earth saw everything. Knew everything. But nothing showed in his gaze more than the vibrant leaf-green dimmed with something heavier. Until— Xiǎo Jiǎng broke the ultimate rule: he made a human immortal so they could stay together forever. And that was when he fell. The Lord of Earth ensured they would stay together and die together—until Xiǎo Jiǎng himself let go. And this life was the sum of all of it. A curse followed him into every timeline. Even this 33rd one, preparing for the right time to break all of them. This is the tale of a man's longest 33rd life. A man who kept falling, kept running—until it ends, or begins, into someone else's epic— Black Peacock's Tearstone Cultivation. --- Welcome to the most polished and complete world of System Tearstone! This is the second half of the Bone Side Novel series—a slow burn centered around Lìngxiāo's journey. And if you ever wish to read what was before today's polished jade—the original System Tearstone is open always, which requires nothing but your extra care. [Chapters in 15 hours] Our cutie package: ◆ 1 Universe, 3 Stories — All connected (BPTC) Notice for Artists: I don't have the means to pay upfront. But I have a world, a story, and readers who care. If you believe in this work, I'm offering a true partnership—50% of any profits, full credit, and the chance to bring something alive.

Gloria Vance fled New York for London, running from Luca, her bully, and the shadows that chased her family. She thought she could disappear into a new school, but her professor, Ilian Valevsky, has other plans. The man who burned down the empire meant to be his now watches her with an obsession she can’t name, and won’t escape. Her family is hiding secrets, his past is made of blood, and both of them are caught in a web that tightens with every step. But when the solution becomes a marriage neither of them asked for, Gloria must decide if Ilian is her greatest danger…or the only one who can keep her alive. *** The empire he ran away from, bent at his feet, not because of his bloodline, but because even devils knew better than to challenge him.

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.

[18+, nsfw, mature content, sensitive content] *Finally finished! the side story for Zion/Suga is still going. Thanks for the support~* "From the tips of his hair to his lips and eyes—everything about him is red. His entire being screams 'walking red flag.' And yet, he treats me differently... or is it just my imagination?" After the death of his parents in a car accident, Akagi Suga sold his parents' house and moved to unknown apartment in Shinjuku. He raised his younger brother alone, their life didn't go smoothly but at least as long as Suga lived with his younger brother, their life was always pleasant. Until finally people from IHPS (International Human Protection Squad) approached him, making Akagi Suga remember again that his father was a former instructor of that 'neutral' special forces. He didn't want to get involved with people from an organization created by elites under the guise of ‘military’, an organization filled with crazy people, but when Nakajima Yuki, his childhood friend asked Suga to join IHPS, at first Suga refused, however— "It wasn't an accident, both your parents were killed." He already had this suspicion for a long time. 'Will going to IHPS make it easier for me to find out which organization killed my parents?' And why did a madman named Zion Hughes always make it difficult for him to find out about the organization? — (additional: mpreg focused chapters in vol. 2 after Egotistic/sides)

Some stories start off like a fairytale. Some start off mediocre. Phoebe's started with untold tragedies. With a burning desire for freedom. A father who hates her. Where she’s taught neglect and abuse is love. She will stop at nothing to escape and reach her dreams. Taeyung was a boy raised to be a monster. A man with a deadly obsession. Where power through fear and blood became a second language. Her fire, her bite, her strength. It was a trap and he fell right in. Consumed by a desperation to own her. He’d burn the world for her. Tear down empires. Nothing will stop him. He would have her or no one else would. —————————————————— *This is a slow burn, enemies to lovers, Cinderella story with a kick ass female lead, who breaks through your typical narrative. The male lead is toxic and has a lot of growth to make but he does grow! So give him a chance, he may impress you* ~Please Check Auxiliary Chapters for Trigger Warnings, Photos, and Terms to know~

"Take me instead." Three words. Guinevere Lunaris trades herself and saves 300 lives. Tied. Gagged. Underestimated by a mile. They chain her to a tree in the snow. Mistake. While running for her life, she meets a stranger in the dark and tells him to hide so he isn’t killed. Twelve hours later, he walks into her father's hall wearing a crown. The man she just told to hide in a hole is Maddox Drakencrest, High King of Velkaris. Ruler of an entire continent. Maddox hears his dragon say ‘mate’ right away. But her wolf is silent. More and more Alpha Kings enter the hall. She catches the tail end of her father’s toast and chokes on her wine. "—leave here with a virgin bride." An auction for her hand turns into a full-out bidding war. Maddox wins. 750 million in gold, three dragon fleets, and an urn full of the bastard who chained her the day before. Every force in Velkaris is betting against a wolf on a dragon throne. The Elders say the queen must be a dragon rider, which is impossible for a woman without dragon blood. The king's half-brother agrees with them, but his solution is a civil war and taking the crown for himself. If his brother’s rebellion wins, Maddox dies and she belongs to him. If the elders win, she goes back to the father who sold her. Neither is happening. Her wolf calls Velkaris home. She's not giving it up. They expect Guinevere to behave like a good little wolf princess and play along with their political games. She says bet.

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?"

The Keaton Family of Veridia, possessing a fortune of hundreds of billions, controls the economic lifeblood of the entire city. Preston Keaton, the head of the Keaton Family, is a refined and gentle man, self-restrained and courteous, exuding an extraordinary noble air with every move—a perfect gentleman. Evelyn Grant had once seen him from a distance at a banquet. The man was surrounded by a crowd, his features handsome and refined, his demeanor cultured and elegant—he was like the unattainable moon in the sky. She never imagined he would notice someone like her. She certainly never imagined being cornered by him, trapped like prey with nowhere to run. Panicked and helpless, she said, "I have someone I like!" The man lowered his gaze, trapping her in his embrace with a faint, soft laugh. "I know, but..." "So what." —— Evelyn knew the truth from the start. A woman of her status had no future with Preston Keaton. So when she finally decided to leave, she was calm. But she was blocked at the door by Preston. The man forced her back step by step, his smiling expression sending a chill through Evelyn's entire body. An intimate kiss landed on her forehead, his voice chillingly cold, "I'm sorry, babe." His smile vanished completely, replaced by a suffocating sense of pressure and loss of control. "You can't leave."

"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.

"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...

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...