possessive

A girl from Iceland is suddenly pulled into the world of her favorite novel. There, she meets the villain she once only read about… but something about him feels unsettlingly familiar. He looks at her like he has been waiting for her forever. And in a world where the story should already be written, nothing is following the original script anymore. Some stories aren’t meant to be read.

Marriage means different things to different people. For Thalia Kim, it means survival. Five years ago, she died on her wedding night. Not in a dramatic, metaphorical way, but quite literally, with a broken bottle driven straight into her heart. She had only been doing what she always did. Men could never fully handle her, and they rarely stayed conscious after. So when her third husband went still, she assumed he had fainted, just like the others. He hadn’t. He opened his eyes, saw something he shouldn’t have, and panicked. Before her power could take effect, everything went wrong. That was how she lost her first tail. Now she only has eight left, and worse, her core is already starting to break. If it collapses completely, even a year would be considered lucky. So yes, she needs to get married again—not for love, not for happiness, but simply to stay alive long enough to become human. The plan is simple: find someone, get married, survive. It would have worked. If she hadn’t proposed to William Carter. A man her sister is clearly afraid of. A man who does not look like someone she can control. And more importantly, a man who should have refused without a second thought. But he didn’t. He said yes! Just like that, without hesitation, without question, as if the decision had already been made long before she even asked. Now, things are already starting to go wrong. Her ability doesn’t work on him. She doesn’t know what he wants. And he doesn’t seem like the kind of man who makes careless decisions. Which leaves her with one very inconvenient problem... This marriage might keep her alive. Or it might end exactly the way her last one did.

"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.

"One Curse. Two Wolves, who are fated to each other." Adeline Valois was a broken Omega because of a lifetime of abuse. Following her mother’s death, her father’s remarriage introduced a stepmother and stepsister who stripped Adeline of her dignity, forcing her to live as a servant in her own house. When the call for a royal bride arrived, she was discarded, traded like a burden to the one man in Valdaria whose name alone could chill the blood of the bravest warriors. Gideon Knightley, the kingdom’s eldest prince, was the legendary "Golden Alpha." Though his title suggested brilliance, his reputation was one of ruthless wickedness. Yet, a darker secret loomed: Gideon was cursed, and the price of that curse would be paid in blood by the woman who won his heart. No high-ranking family would dare gamble their daughter’s life on his volatile nature, leaving Adeline to be offered up like a sacrificial lamb to a wolf. However, the kingdom’s expectations were shattered the moment they met. A dark, possessive obsession took root in Gideon’s cold heart, transforming the predator into a protector. He vowed to become a mate whose singular devotion would be whispered of for centuries. Adeline, who had spent a lifetime fearing the chains of marriage, found herself falling for a man who did not just offer his hand but surrendered his entire soul to her, demanding nothing in return but her presence. ~~~~ "I am a broken Omega, Prince," she blurted out. "And your mother... She cares for you. She only suggested a way to protect you from whatever curse you carry. I simply saw a chance for the freedom I've never been allowed to have." Gideon spun on his heels with predatory speed. His hand moved to the back of her head, his fingers tangling in her hair as he surged forward, drawing her so close that even the air between them vanished. "No one cares for me," he hissed, his eyes burning with a dark, golden fire. "You think I am a fool, don't you? You placed your trust in the Luna Queen after a single meeting, yet you could not bring yourself to trust my words. Freedom? That is a word you will forget. I am going to show you exactly what happens when you listen to others, especially that woman."

The Alpha who despises me… chose me as his mate?? Waverly was supposed to stay invisible. Just another Omega scraping by in the Outer District.
Until the day the Alpha Prince returns with a sketch of his “missing mate.” A girl with her face. Sold into the High-Class world she was never meant to enter, Waverly is forced to play a dangerous game; pretend to be the Prince’s destined mate… or watch her family be destroyed. But Prince Kaeren knows the truth. He created the sketch to secure his inheritance.
There was never a mate. So the girl standing in front of him? She's a liar. A threat. A mistake he intends to break. He accepts her as his mate… not to love her, but to ruin her. To expose her.
To humiliate her.
To make her regret ever wearing that face. But the more he tries to destroy her, the more he can’t look away. And the girl he swore to hate? Might be the only one who can destroy him first. ___ This book is not gentle. It drags you through things that aren’t pretty and doesn’t apologize for it. Waverly’s world is messy, dangerous, and unfair in ways that will make your chest tighten in all the worst (and best) ways. You might laugh when you shouldn’t. You might cry without warning. You will probably get angry. And yes—there are R18 scenes. If you’re here for comfort… this isn’t that. If you’re here for feeling something… You might want to stay. Reader discretion is advised (or not. I’m not your mom. Hehe ;))

Heiress Sapphire Montgomery is bound by duty to an arranged marriage with Damian Blackwood, a powerfully intimidating CEO whose icy reputation precedes him. With the determination to honor her father’s wishes, she enters the new marriage as a docile, quiet wife, always silent, watchful and very afraid. But when a shocking act of betrayal leads to the brutal death of her best friend, Sapphire’s fragile existence shatters. Refusing to remain a pawn, she uncovers a dark web of lies and secrets surrounding both her new family and her own family. Secrest capable of destroying everything she knew. As danger closes in, the timid girl who was once too afraid to speak without offending someone is forced to evole into a fierce woman willing to risk everything for the truth. Caught between fear and untamable desire, Sapphire and Damian must confront enemies both outside and within their marriage.

CONTENT WARNING: This book is rated +18, it contains HEAVY SMUT, BDSM, GAY/LESBIAN SEX, triggers and explicit scenes of abuse and a dark, obsessive male lead. BOOK ONE OF “FERAL BONDS” SERIES Vael groaned, his breath fanning her skin as he pinned her against the desk. “I swear it, Vessara, you’ll never mate another in this lifetime. You. Are. Mine.” His fangs sank into the sensitive skin at the crook of her neck. Her eyes widened in shock at the realization of what he had done. >>>>>>>>>>>> Alpha Vael’Runn did not rise to power through loyalty or honor; he carved his rule through fear. He learned early that mercy is a weakness and love is a liability. So he swore off it. Until one night changes everything. Vessara is an omega born into cruelty. She has spent her life learning how to survive by staying quiet, by pleasing others, by never asking for more than she’s given. So when she’s sold off like a property to the most feared Alpha in the realm, it becomes a death sentence. Vael is irritated by her constant existence in his life. She’s fragile. She breaks just like the other omegas. But somehow, something unsettles him. Something about Vessara refuses to fade into the background of his world. She awakens something he has buried long ago. Will Vessara become more than a possession? Perhaps a weakness Vael cannot afford? Will she remain silent and survive or risk everything to awaken the man buried beneath the monster?

[Warning: Mature content | Dark romance] Aliana Vanderbilt is the witty, fierce heiress to a multi-billion-dollar empire. She always lived life on her own terms, until one fateful night changed everything. After a brutal accident involving a "lost child" that only she could see, Aliana woke to a terrifying new reality. By day, she is haunted by restless spirits. By night, she is consumed by vivid, steamy dreams of a mysterious man with icy blue eyes. Her search for a solution comes to an abrupt halt when she finally comes face-to-face with Gavriel Valentine. An enigmatic man sitting at the pinnacle of a rival business empire. He is dominating, dangerous, and everything Aliana should avoid. Yet, he alone possesses the power to end her misery. Whenever she is near him, the ghosts vanish. Driven by a desperate need for peace, Aliana bulldozes into Gavriel’s life with a scandalous demand. However, what she does not expect is his counter-offer… that she must marry him. What happens when two strong-headed personalities are tied together in a sacred union? Will they find peace, or will it spell disaster? ..... Excerpt: “I warned you, didn’t I, Aliana?” His deep, masculine voice reverberated through the air like silk. Her name rolled off his sinful lips so seductively that it made her want to roll her eyes in reluctant delight. That thought alone made her brows knit in confusion until she heard him continue, “You step into my world, and I will ruin you in ways you never imagined.” Aliana shivered, not only at the warning he had given her far too many times, but also at the way his icy blue eyes pierced her so intensely that it felt as though she might burn and freeze all at once. Ignoring her thrumming heartbeat, she drew in a sharp breath and replied, “You did… but didn’t I say there is nothing I love more than a challenge? If you’re going to ruin me, Gavriel, at least make sure you’re the only one left standing when the dust settles.” His eyes widened ever so slightly before he rose from his armchair and padded across the carpet to stand right before her. The moment his fingers lifted to touch her chin, a jolt of electricity shot down her spine as he leaned in and said, “You want to play a dangerous game, Aliana…. and make no mistake, this devil loves to play.” Tilting her chin closer to his face, he whispered, “So here’s my offer, Aliana…. marry me.” .... The book cover is mine, don't use it.

Lyra Winters is possessed. A half spirit trapped in a mysterious locket, that belongs to the most powerful Witch known to the mankind and now Lyra possesses half of the Witch's magical power. And the half spirit is filled with the feelings of vengeance—vengeance towards the very man she is attracted to or rather his pack of werewolves. Can Lyra protect the man she loves and his pack or she will loose herself to the possession? Cyrus Grayson and his entire pack is haunted by an age old curse. A curse to never have a forever with their fated mate. A curse that has been challenging the moon goddess herself for thousands of years. And a witch casted it. And the Witch is back again, and this time she has possessed the only girl Cyrus has been madly in love with since the very first time he saw her. Will he save his love or will be killed by the very girl he is trying to protect? ------- WARNING This story is intended for mature readers. It contains dark themes, intense emotional conflict, violence, betrayal, intimacy and supernatural elements that may be uncomfortable or triggering to some audiences. Read it at your own risk.

Elara Khan thought her life was already ruined. Until the night the most dangerous man in Europe kidnapped her. Ares Valentino — billionaire, mafia king, and a man feared by governments. He claims he saved her. She believes he destroyed her life. But when enemies begin hunting her and secrets from her past emerge, Elara realizes one terrifying truth… The devil who captured her might be the only one obsessed enough to protect her.

Omega Male x Female Alpha I was Leon, an elite assassin with a body count higher than my patience, until a rival's blade gutted me mid-job in a rain-slicked alley. One bloody blink later, I'm reborn as Alexander Farrel, the silver-haired crown prince of the sprawling Farrel Empire—a glittering realm of towering obsidian spires, mist-shrouded forests, and cutthroat politics ruled by ABO dynamics. Yes, I liked to read novels. Can't an assassin read novels if he wants? Don't be judge me, okay? Picture this—I am scripted to become an alpha, be the best alpha—I mean, 'male lead' of the world, claim the heroine, seal our fated bond after defeating the villainess, and then lead the whole empire after becoming the emperor. Yeah, right. Cue the cosmic prank. During the lavish Awakening Ceremony—I turned into an omega, flooding the hall with an embarrassingly sweet omega bouquet—ripe peaches and warm vanilla, like a dessert cart crashed into a flower garden. What was the verdict? I'm the 'Veiled Omega,' a one-in-a-million royal, who is destined to become the first omega emperor. Then, the novel's plot implodes spectacularly when the heroine unmasks as a cunning alpha imposter, her doe eyes hiding razor ambition sharper than my old knives. As for the villainess, my fiancée—she turned into an alpha during her ceremony. What happened? Well, I wasn't able to break the marriage contract, and was forced to marry her. "Who are you talking to, dear?" "Ahh! No one!" "No one? Oh my, you must be feeling very energetic, aren't you? Wait until, I am done with you." "Wait!!! Ahhhh!!" Will someone please control my alpha wife-slash-husband? Extra Tags:- Male Protagonist, Omega Protagonist, Bottom Protagonist, Yandere, Male Pregnancy Disclaimer: It’s just a novel—don’t be serious. As the author of this novel, I would like to say that—all the characters are from my imagination—they don't have any sort of existence in the real world. Nah! Nope, they don’t. Trust me—this is just a novel. So, there are themes in the story that might be disturbing. But let me tell you—I condone them, and I suggest you to take everything as fictitious storytelling. There is no need to think over it. And if you find it very disturbing then, I request you to not read this novel any further. Also, I would like to apologize to anyone who might get hurt by this novel. Remember—it's just a novel, and I don't encourage any of my characters' absurd 'decisions.' Thank you. P.S: All the images are AI generated.

They said she didn’t belong. In the Grimridge Pack, your mate is your proof of worth. Sable has none. Scentless. Defective. A flaw the pack refuses to accept. When Adrian reaches for her, she believes—just for a moment—that she’s finally been chosen. Until he rejects her. Publicly. But while the pack turns its back on her, someone else has been watching. Cassian. Ruthless. Untouchable. The most feared Alpha in the territory. He doesn’t reject her. He claims her.

The weakest girl in the apocalypse accidentally became the obsession of multiple apex predators. Unfortunately for them, predators don’t share easily. Felicity was supposed to die on the first day of the apocalypse. Zombies devour the weak. Beastmen rule the ruins of human cities. Strength decides everything now. Felicity has none. Small, soft spoken, and completely unsuited for a world like this, she survives only because Victor finds her first. Victor is a winged apex predator feared by every beastman who crosses his path. He does not protect strangers. But once he chooses something… he does not let it go. Unfortunately for him, other predators have started noticing her too. A wolf who watches too quietly. A snake whose patience feels dangerous. A lion who refuses to leave her side. Predators who should never share anything. Except her. Because something about Felicity is changing them. And in a beast ruled apocalypse, predators were never meant to share. Unfortunately for them, Felicity might be worth learning how. ___________ 30 golden tickets = 3 extra chapters 50 golden tickets = 5 extra chapters + bonus smut 80 golden tickets = 8 extra chapters + bonus smut 100 golden tickets = 10 extra chapters + bonus smut dragon gift = 1 bonus chapter + you become a npc castle gift = the above rewards if hit, + 2 smut + npc spacecraft gift = above rewards if hit + 5 extra smuts + npc gachapon gift = above rewards if hit + 5 extra smuts + become a important side character, and all week i post 3 chapters a day instead of 2

I died once. Got stoned to death by a mob because a pretty girl with a heroine halo got jealous of my usefulness. Last thing I heard was her confession...she was the one who opened the gates to let the zombies in and pinned it on me. It was real touching stuff. The next thing I knew, I woke up in silk pajamas with a second chance. Here's the thing about knowing the apocalypse is coming: you prepare. I emptied grocery stores, stole weapons, filled a spatial storage with enough supplies to outlast the end of the world. I also learned my lesson about powers—they drain your life force, and I'm not dying twice for the privilege of throwing vines around. So I stayed home in the mansion I shared with my guardian and his head of security. But I decided to take the last bit of advice I had been given in my previous life: 'Stay home.' Done. I'm not going anywhere and no one is going to be able to move me if I don't want. Unfortunately for me, I stole the wrong thing in this life, and now I have another two men in my house who think that I don't know what I am doing. Four men...a billionaire guardian, his head of security, a weapons dealer, and his quiet enforcer...they all tried to convince me to evacuate. When that didn't work, they tried to leave without me. Funny how that works out when you realize the only stable thing in a collapsing world won't budge. Suddenly, their evacuation plans don't matter anymore. Suddenly, they're staying too. I'm not here to save anyone. I'm not the hero. I'm just a woman who's already survived this once, and I'm not interested in repeating my mistakes. But survival? That's my specialty. And apparently, I'm everyone else's, whether I like it or not. Author's Note: This is in a completely different world from my previous ones. This is a fresh start but with all the things you come to expect from me. There will be no crossovers (Gasp... I know!) The particulars: MFMMM No MM Age gap Zombies

Some stories start off like a fairytale. Some start off mediocre. Phoebe's started with tragedies. He was a boy raised by wealth and power. He became a man of danger and obsession. Her fire, her spite, her strength, her beauty. It was a trap and he fell right in. Consumed by need and desperation. He’d burn the world for her. He’d tear down empires. Rip through Earth. He would have her or no one else would. *** ~Phoebe "Get away." I growled. The closer they moved, the angrier I got. I yanked on my ties. He grabbed my face pinching my cheeks hard and went to lean in for a kiss, but I moved quick, he wasn't prepared and his grip slipped, giving me the opening so, I slammed my forehead into his hard. "Ow, fuck, you cunt." he punched me hard, hitting me in the eye and then again on the other side in the cheek. My face ached. But I won't break. "Hand me my knife." The man said. He began slicing up my hoodie. I screamed. The cold air of the room crept up my exposed skin. "You're fucking tits are nice." He licked his lips and just as his hand reached for my breast, a loud bang echoed through the room. "Fuck what was that? Jung, go check it out." The man ordered his friend. I screamed again. Loud and angry, I needed whoever was up there to hear me. I let all the rage out in one loud roar. The man slapped me and then back handed me across the face. I felt dizzy after the last one. The world spun a little more, and nausea swirled in the pit of my belly. The door is busted open and in walks a group of men and that's when I spot him. Kim Taeyung. He was standing in the doorway. I was so happy to see him and then realization struck. He could see me. My body exposed to him. I was in a daze. I couldn't hear what was being said. But he was standing there. He looked mad. So mad. I've never seen anyone look that enraged. All of a sudden, a fight broke out, bats and pipes went flying. Blood splashed all of the place, like the room was getting a new paint job. My eyes kept moving around the room at everything going on that I didn't notice Taeyung was now standing by my side and cutting off my restraints. The man who took me charged at him. Fear ran up my spine, and I tried to untie my rope, but the rope kept moving and my hands wouldn't do what I wanted them to do. What was going on with me? It was like I couldn't control my own body; everything was off. I lost consciousness for a moment. *** ~Taeyung~ Phoebe was on a bed; she had rope tied around her wrists and ankles and tied to the bed posts. Her hoodie had been cut to shreds. Her hair was disheveled and her face red and bloodied and bruised. Yet she didn’t look broken. She looked like an animal ready to snap and devour a man whole. “Who the fuck are you? What are you doing here?” a man yelled. “Was this your brilliant idea?” I asked him. My eyes narrow, my face burning with rage. A murderous intent was pooling off me. I wanted to fucking put a bullet between his eyes right now. “So, what if it was, what are you going to do?” He snapped back at me. I looked at his men there was about five of them in the room, I’m assuming they were the known associates listed in Mr. Jin’s text to me. I looked to the men with me and nodded. They spread out from behind me and moved through the room holding their weapons. Taunting them. “Your buddies won’t be leaving this room alive, and you, I’ll be seeing you later.” The minute I took a step forward my men jumped. Blood splattering everywhere. “I’m going to leave my woman now.” “The fuck, you think you can just walk in here and take what you want?” Jeong Youngjoon charged at me with a knife. But I stepped to the side, grabbed his wrist and twisted it hard. His bone snapped and shattered. “That was stupid.” “Fuck you, I’m not scared of you.” He spit at me. I laughed loudly. “You will be...”

In a fog-drenched London studio, renowned artist David Vane completes his final masterpiece: Zoya. But Zoya is not just a painting; she is a living enigma, unaware of her own origins or why David’s touch feels like a command. Zoya soon discovers a terrifying truth—she is the result of a forbidden experiment, a "masterpiece" crafted in a laboratory of shadows. As she uncovers the dark history of Blackwood Manor and the creator obsessed with immortality, she finds herself trapped in a war between human soul and digital control. With a hive-mind threatening to erase humanity and David’s own secrets hanging in the balance, Zoya must decide: Is she a puppet destined to be a ghost in the machine, or can she forge a soul of her own? In a world of stolen memories and dark obsessions, one masterpiece is about to break the frame. Are you ready to witness the truth behind the canvas?

"You will cum when you earn it, slut," He spat, slapping my cunt again. "You absolute, depraved BASTARD, I was so close!" "That filthy mouth." He watched me writhe with cold burning satisfaction in those eyes and leaned closer to whisper. "It keeps mouthing off. Let's give that dirty, filthy mouth something to do." His hand fisted in my hair, letting go of my legs and dragged me off the bench to my knees. He was about to fuck me! ** ** ** ** ** ** Have you ever fucked a stranger in an airplane bathroom on Valentine's Day after having the worst day of your life? Yeah. Me neither. Until my boyfriend decided to give me the plot twist of the century on the most romantic day of the year—cheating on me with half of New York in our bed. So I threw caution to the wind and let a masked stranger bend me over in a cramped airplane bathroom and fuck me until I saw the stars. No faces. No names. Just the best orgasm of my life and a silent agreement we'd never see each other again. Except four weeks later, I'm starting fresh as Executive Assistant to Finnegan Wolfe — billionaire CEO, certified control freak, and the most infuriatingly gorgeous man I've ever had the misfortune of working for. And my new boss is the stranger who wrecked me. He just doesn't know it yet. Now I'm navigating a job I desperately need, a past I'm desperately hiding, and a man who makes me forget every reason I'm supposed to stay professional. The only question is — what happens when he finally remembers? This is a steamy office romance with secrets, lies, and enough sexual tension to melt your Kindle. EXPECT PROMISING ORGASMS AND INTENSE, RAW, HARDCORE, SMUTTY, DIRTY, NASTY SCENES. Rated 19. Here, your fantasies will come alive. PARTICIPATING IN WSA 2026 — I'M COUNTING ON YOUR SUPPORT!

MATURE CONTENT WARNING: 18+ Only. Smuts, Possessive Themes, Obsession, and Dominance.] In the cold, unforgiving heart of Moscow, power is the only currency that matters—and Julius is a man who owns it all. At thirty-five, Julius is a feared and untouchable Alpha, a titan of the business world who has built his empire on iron-clad control. Locked into a cold, strategic engagement to a woman that secures his family’s legacy, he believes his path is set. He is independent, proud, and certain of one thing: no one owns his heart. No one ever will. Until the night he meets Harrison. Harrison is the Enigma—a thirty-year-old prodigy of the Russian underworld. He is more dangerous and more powerful than any man Julius has ever faced. He is a mafia king who doesn’t ask for what he wants, and he doesn’t chase his prey... he simply takes. What begins as a clash of egos in a dimly lit club turns into something far darker when Harrison leaves his mark on Julius, binding their fates in a primal way that neither can ignore. Possessive. Ruthless. Unyielding. Harrison doesn’t care about Julius’s business deals or his fiancée. He wants to own the Alpha forever. But Julius was born to lead, not to follow, and he will not bow easily—even to a man who holds his soul in his hands. In a world where desire meets domination, a war has begun. And in this battle for control, only one man can truly stand at the top.

(This is a love story disguised with abuse!) "Mia Lowder is just a waste!" "Mia Lowder is too vicious, she framed her sister and even hit her own mother." "A person like her should just get out of Falwood." At a banquet, everyone surrounded Mia Lowder, who was sitting in a wheelchair, and cursed her. Suddenly, the cold and ruthless Mr. Grant appeared, protecting her in his arms, "She is my wife, damn it! Anyone who dares to touch her, try it!" Four years ago, she became crippled because of him and left Falwood in despair. Four years later, she insists on marrying him. Everyone was waiting for Benjamin Grant to abandon her again, but no one knew that Mr. Grant had set a trap for a full four years, just so she could return to his side. Soon after, he spoiled Mia Lowder to the extreme, to the point of obsession. Only then did the people of Falwood realize that Mr. Grant was unwell, and pampered his wife recklessly!

Once, Mu Anhan walked out on the man who loved her to madness—only to die and discover the price. Reborn, she clings to Gu Xiaozhan’s sleeve and whispers, “One more baby?” The tabloids sneer: “She’s nothing but a baby-maker, soon to be dumped.” Then her masks fall—perfume empress, top hacker, miracle doctor, AI genius, design prodigy. Now Nobel laureates queue at her gate. At night she curls in his arms, red lips teasing. Gu Xiaozhan lifts an eyebrow, voice low and scalding: “Ready for round three?”