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Aiman is a quiet anx responsible young man whose entire life revolves a round one person-his younger sister..Aina. After losing thiers family five year ago. Aiman become her protector,guardian and emotional support. unknow to everyone around him,he once recieved a. opportunity to continue his medical studies overseas five year earlier.However,he chose to reject that offer because Aina was only twelve year old at thaf time,and he could not hear to leave her alone. instead,Aiman secretly begins preparing Aina future. He build saving for her education, He arrange her academic pathway, He preparing for her overseas studies All without tellung everyone. meanwhile,two young girls slowly enter Aiman life. Alya brings warmth and emotional comfort. Nadia brings maturity and stability. Niether of them knows that Aiman is already carrying a lifelong responsebility that defines every decisiin he makes. Everything changes...when one day Aiman got a diagnosed result with a seriously illness-a secret knows only to AinaPak cik Malik and Farix chosing to protect the people he loves from pain. Aiman begins distancing himself from botb Alya and Nadia without explanation. On the morning of Eid-al Adha,Alya anx Nadia recieved a massage from Aiman. asking them to come his house. the massage just told "if youre miss to meet me...come to my house tomrrow morning....i will waiting you." they expect answer. instead,they are met with goodbye. After the funeral anx menorial gathering . Aina discover a file left behind by her brother-containing everything he never told anyone. his rejected oveaseas scholarship offer,his education saving for Aina document preparing her future. aboard. his personal diary and two final letter address to Alya and Nadia. Through those letter,they finally understand the truth. Aiman never changed. He was preparing to leave. Day before departing overseas studying medicine-the same dream Aiman once gave up-Aina visit Aiman grave together with Alya and Nadia. standing beside his resting place,she make a promise. she will continue the journey he never had the chance to finish. Because some people leave memories behind. And some people leave a future behind.

The world of Hentai is a Dangerous Place, Especially if Your Best Friend is a Hentai Protagonist and You Are a Trap (MC is a Heroine) (Male-To-Female)

Yeri was once a succubus, a powerful and irresistible seductress who fed on desire. Now reborn as a stunning young woman in the modern world, she must navigate the confusing collision of her human innocence and her demonic memories. One night, fate leads her into the path of Shin Keir, a dangerously magnetic and notorious CEO known for getting everything he wants—except peace. Their accidental encounter sparks an intense, uncontrollable passion, and a single night together changes everything. *** Excerpt: The dream had returned. Same eerie forest. Same surreal woman in the crimson dress. But this time, the setting had changed slightly. She now stood at the edge of a cliff made of jagged, glowing red rocks that resembled oversized rubies. Scarlet butterflies floated around her like living embers. A thick fog blanketed the area like some forbidden realm between worlds. She turned to him, her smile soft, sweet—and somehow tragic. She was heartbreakingly beautiful, ethereal yet forlorn, like a love story written in fading ink. Shin had tried to call out, but the wind swallowed his voice. As he stepped forward, the woman mouthed something. He couldn't hear her. Then, in a horrifying instant, her body tilted, and she plummeted off the cliff. The despair that followed wasn't just a feeling—it was a full-body, soul-tearing scream that never made it past his throat. Without hesitation, Shin leapt after her. He awoke convulsing, drenched in cold sweat. His eyes gleamed with a strange madness, a devil struggling behind the polished CEO exterior. *** Disclaimer- Places and characters are all works of fiction.

[COMPLETED] Although it was only a marriage of convenience, Amelie Ashford was the perfect wife in every aspect. She was intelligent, obedient, and well-respected. She was kind to everyone and devoted to her husband. And she was perfectly content to spend the rest of her life like that, even though she was constantly nagged about getting pregnant. That was until her husband entered their house with a mistress by his side and eventually demanded a divorce. "Very well," Amelie said calmly, "I will divorce you." Richard's eyes shone as he heard his wife utter these words. However, to his surprise, she was not done. "But don't be surprised when you get an invitation to my next wedding." To everyone's shock, Amelie indeed got married again, and to a younger and, as it turned out, richer man! And she made sure that her ex-husband realized what it meant to lose the support of a woman like her. _____ Important: FL is not a Mary Sue. Divorce happens in the second part of the novel so watch out for your blood pressure.

He wants her gone but she refuses to leave. He's a cursed prince and she's his masked bodyguard. A kingdom about to go up in flames and secrets not meant to be revealed. Time is running out, will history repeat itself or will love conquer all evil.

It was never supposed to mean anything. Just late-night talks, shared moments, and a connection that felt a little too real. But somewhere between “just friends” and “something more,” Jessica lost herself in feelings she couldn’t control. He never promised her love… yet he became the reason she believed in it. In the end, will they finally become us—or remain a story of almost?

DELAYED NOT DENIAL: LOVE IN THE SPOTLIGHT Massimo Sterling is control itself—an untouchable heir built on silence, image, and perfection. But behind that carefully maintained empire is Gemini, the one truth he keeps out of sight. Not because he doesn’t matter, but because he matters too much to be seen. Gemini is done being hidden. Every stolen moment, every public step back from Massimo, every erased presence in front of the world has become unbearable. If Massimo won’t acknowledge him openly, Gemini is ready to force the truth into the light—even if it destroys everything between them. Then comes the scandal. A public relationship announcement leaks, placing Massimo beside someone else. The internet erupts not in confusion, but rejection. Because to the world, Massimo only belongs with one person. “MASSIMO ONLY BELONGS WITH GEMINI—THIS IS WRONG!” “BRING BACK MASSIMO AND GEMINI!” “THIS PAIRING FEELS FAKE.” “THEY’RE ERASING GEMINI FROM THE STORY.” What was meant to stabilize his image turns into a global refusal of the narrative. As pressure builds from family, fans, and empire expectations, control begins to collapse. Massimo is forced to choose between the legacy he built and the person he never stopped choosing in silence. Because this was never denial. It was a countdown to truth. And when it breaks open, nothing stays hidden, not love, not consequence, not them.

[Warning: this story contains dark themes] **** Seven years ago, Ruby Emerald believed she had everything: love, stability, a future she could finally trust. On her wedding anniversary, she planned a surprise that would change their lives forever. Instead, her world shattered. She found her husband having sex with his ex, the words that followed cutting deeper than the betrayal itself. He said loving her made him feel small. Empty. The child she carried was her quiet miracle, who never got the chance to be born. Ruby lost her pregnancy on the very day meant to celebrate life, sealing her heartbreak in silence. When grief had barely settled, life demanded more. Her mother’s heart was failing. There was a need for surgery, which was devastatingly expensive. Her father’s debts threatened to swallow the family business whole. Ruby was drowning. Then came the knock on her hospital door. Her ex-husband’s stepfather, Max Byron, stepped inside, immaculate and unreadable, his presence commanding the room before he spoke a single word. A man of power, control, and secrets. “I can solve all your problems,” he said. Hope flared, dangerous and fragile until he finished: “My only condition… is that you marry me.” Trapped between survival and self-respect, Ruby is forced into a marriage built on necessity, not love. But beneath the cold arrangement and unspoken boundaries, something unsettling begins to grow, slow, restrained, impossible to ignore. Because the most dangerous thing about this marriage isn’t the bargain she made— It’s the feelings she never agreed to feel.

Selene Jameson has always been the family stain, unwanted daughter, shadow to the golden children. The night her mother dies saving her life, Selene loses the only person who ever loved her. When Atlas D'Angelo, the boy she gave everything to, betrays her in the cruelest way possible, she vows never to beg for love again. But fate has darker plans. On the night Selene finally tastes freedom, fame, money, a future of her own her family sells her to a supernatural auction. She's thrust into a hidden world ruled by lycans who see humans as nothing more than commodity. Then he buys her. Mikhail Morozov, Wintercrest Alpha and High Alpha of the Onyx Concord. Feared across Nocturna, Lycan Realm. With a shattered past, a missing sister, and a throne built on blood and betrayal, the last thing he needs is a defiant human girl with a sharp tongue and darker humor than his sins. But Selene isn't human. She bears the Crescent, a mark of ancient power that could save the Nocturna or destroy it. When Kustav Volkov, a rival ruthless Alpha, is revealed to be Selene's father, he lays his claim on her. Mikhail offers Selene a choice: marry him in a blood-bound pact that grants her protection under lycan law. But this marriage of convenience will be anything but convenient. *** "And you smell good," I interrupted, words tumbling out before I could stop them. "Really good. Like winter but not the terrifying kind. The beautiful kind. With snow and—" I scrunched my nose, grasping for the description. "Those delicate frost patterns that appear on glass." Mikhail produced a sound deep in his chest that could've been a growl or a chuckle or something caught between. "Why are there two staircases?" I blurted suddenly, fixating on the duplicated grand stairway looming before us. "Is this intentional? Seems ridiculously excessive." "There's only one staircase, moya." "Are you certain? Because I'm definitely seeing two. Perhaps you require vision correction. Do lycans need glasses? That would be hilarious. Tiny spectacles perched on a massive terrifying wolf—" "Selene." His voice emerged strained, taut in a manner that penetrated even through my fog. "You need to stop talking." I peered up at him, hurt piercing through the pleasant haze. "Why? Am I irritating you? I'm sorry. I'll stay quiet." "No." The word escaped sharp, nearly anguished. "You're not irritating me. You're—" He severed the sentence, jaw clenching so viciously I witnessed the muscle twitch. "Just... rest." But I didn't want rest. I wanted to comprehend why his expression appeared like that—all rigid and ravenous and something else I couldn't identify. "Are you alright?" I asked, raising my hand toward his jaw. He intercepted my wrist before contact, his hold gentle yet unyielding. "Don't." "Why not?" "Because I'm barely maintaining control as it is, and if you touch me right now—" He halted abruptly, eyes compressing shut momentarily. "Just don't." That should've frightened me. The ferocity in his tone, the way his restraint appeared to unravel at the seams. But intoxicated-me simply smiled, inexplicably pleased. Then I caught the way his gaze dropped. Just for a fraction of a heartbeat. To my mouth. Heat bloomed through my chest, spreading like wildfire. "You want to kiss me," I breathed, the revelation making me giddy. His eyes snapped back to mine, glacial blue turned predatory. "Kissing," he said slowly, voice dropping an octave, "doesn't even begin to scratch the surface of what I want to do to you." The air left my lungs. His grip on my wrist shifted, thumb finding my pulse point. Pressing there. Feeling the frantic rhythm he'd caused. "Kissing is gentle," he continued, leaning in just enough that his breath ghosted across my lips. Close enough to take. Close enough to claim. But he didn't. "Kissing is sweet. What I want?" His eyes dragged down my face, my throat, lower then back up with deliberate slowness. "There's nothing gentle about it."

The day after her wedding, Amari's world shatters. A phone call tells her that Kaelen, the kind truck driver she married just yesterday, is dead. But when she rushes to identify his body, she doesn't find a corpse. She finds Talon Blackwood—a monster wearing her husband's face—the Alpha's own nephew. He grabs her, threatens her family, and reveals a truth that changes everything. The truth? She isn't married to him. She never was. Her real husband is Kaelen Blackwood, the Alpha of River Pack. One of the most dangerous wolves alive. And he has no idea she exists. Now Amari must play the bride for an Alpha who doesn't remember marrying her, while the man who destroyed her life watches her every move. One wrong word and her family dies. One slip and the Alpha will discover he's been deceived. But when the Alpha's eyes meet hers for the first time, something impossible happens. His wolf recognizes her. And claims her. Now Amari faces an even more terrifying question: What happens when the king discovers his accidental bride is his fated mate—and she's been lying to him since the moment they met?

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?

(trigger warning. This book contains mature themes) ****** "I can't..." she gasped between broken moans, her voice trembling somewhere between pain and pleasure. Every thrust seemed to blur the line between surrender and defiance. Then she whispered a name between her sweet cries ...it wasn’t mine. I froze. A slow, humorless smile curved my lips as the sound of his name filled the space between us. “Raph…” she breathed. I leaned in, my mouth brushing her ear. Feeling her tremble from touch until my teeth nibbled her earlobes hard enough to make her whimper and her fold to clench around my fingers. “Wrong name, Lynn.” I hissed, withdrawing from the warmth of her insides. I felt her body tense. She clawed at my shoulders, a desperate plea in every touch. “Don’t…” she whimpered. Those jade-like eyes unravelled me that moment. I could feel the ache in my trousers. A troublesome little viper. A cruel smile traced my lips hiding my emotions. “You called the wrong name,” I murmured, my voice low, dangerous. “And bad girls deserve to be punished.” Her glossy eyes met mine... so full of confusion, want, and power she didn’t yet understand. If she only knew how close I was to breaking. Because the only name she should be calling… was mine. Lucien. I craved it as badly as the air I breathe. ****** For better or for worse, till death do us part. That was their vows at the altar, but her husband broke them first.. He claims an open marriage is the solution to their childless marriage and that it's to protect her own interests. But all Braelyn sees is a prison built from guilt and lies. One heartbroken night, she stumbles into a karaoke bar and into the arms of Lucien. A man shrouded in mystery, rebellion, and danger. His very presence tells her to run but it also gives her the solace she craved. She never expected to see him again after she ran, forgetting his sinful existence, but life wasn't done making a joke out of her. Lucien isn't just any man, but one who can destroy everything she believes in. The man she was never meant to meet. Her husband's uncle The black sheep of the Volkov dynasty. A man whose desire will ruin her. Lucien knows she can't be his, but he was never a man who respected social norms. He doesn't care about anything but her every sin and touch. All he wants… is her, no matter how sinful it gets.

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.

Three years ago, the Zahryssar Empire saved the Northern Kingdom of Thalryn from absolute annihilation. In gratitude—and desperation—Duke Veyrhold of Thalryn swore a vow to the Coiled Throne: he would send a bride to the Serpent Emperor. But gratitude soon turned to fear. The ruler of Zahryssar, Zeramet Karash, Prime Alpha of a bloodline, was rumored to be a monster—the Serpent King who wiped out his own bloodline, a ruler no consort had ever survived, and a sovereign who could erase a person’s very identity. No omega stepped forward and the promise remained unfulfilled. Until Zahryssar demanded payment. “If I could save your kingdom,” the Emperor declared, “I can erase it just as easily.” With war threatening once more and innocent lives at stake, the Duke made a final choice to send his own omega daughter—only to be refused by her; she chose death over being sent to a monster. And then, his son stepped forward. Levin Veyrhold, Alpha heir of House Veyrhold—warrior, future heir of Veyrhold—offered himself instead. No Omega could survive the Serpent Emperor… but perhaps an Alpha could. In a world where vows are law, power is biology, and love is the most dangerous defiance of all, can Levin Veyrhold survive the serpent emperor?

Asher was brilliant, resilient, and trusted him with everything. He was powerful, wealthy, and commanding, but Fred Morren couldn’t protect her from betrayal, nor himself from the mistakes that would shatter their world. When lies, manipulation, and Sandra DeVille’s ruthless schemes tore Asher from her family, she lost everything: her home, her dignity, and the child she never knew she could hold. Years later, fate brings her back into a world she thought she’d left behind. Stronger, wiser, and unyielding, she’s ready to reclaim what was stolen, but the past isn’t done with her yet. Elliot, the son she lost, grows up in the shadows of deceit, unknowingly shaping a path that will reunite them and expose the truths that others tried to bury. With love, loyalty, and vengeance colliding, Asher must decide if forgiveness is possible or if some wounds are too deep to heal.

It was never a bright idea to deceive a vampire. Yet, she did it anyway. Human enslavement at the hands of vampires has long been abolished — in name, at least. Desperate and out of options, with her father dying, she slips into the castle of the highest-ranking vampire nobles, and hides in plain sight as a servant. It almost works. Until she’s noticed. Not by just anyone, but by the one Lord no one dares to cross. He doesn't kill her. He does something far worse. Claimed as his pet, Hiln is dragged into a world where control is currency, desire is dangerous, and survival means learning the rules of a monster who seems far too interested in breaking her. Because in a court built on blood and power, a mad vampire's interest might be far worse than death. ⚠️Content warning: This story contains dark themes including sex, abuse, violence, and morally grey characters. Reader discretion advised.

TRIGGER WARNING! This story contains graphic depictions of gun violence and murder, mafia-related threats and organized crime elements, sexual content, kidnapping, alcohol use, betrayal and emotional manipulation. Reader discretion is advised. — “Is there no other way?” I asked, totally subdued by the fact that this nightmare marriage was the only solution. “No, there isn’t,” he said coldly. “I can’t afford to lose my son and have you turned into a sex slave by the Romanovs.” “Your son?” I scoffed, the memory of him taking my virginity and vanishing without a trace slicing my heart. “You seem to have forgotten that you never intended on taking things further with me. God, you’re no different from the Romanovs!” He assessed me coolly with those dark eyes and then said with a note of finality, “He’s my son, Niamh, and you’ll have to become my wife.” My father was killed. My uncle sold me to the Russian mafia syndicate. And now, the man I hid my son from for five years—Massimo Valentino—is forcing me to be his wife. My survival and the safety of Matteo depend on this hated forced marriage. But the situation is worse than I thought: I am the key to a hidden vault that the Texas underworld is willing to kill for. With the war raging outside and a major betrayal brewing inside the Italian mafia syndicate, my safety depends entirely on Massimo. I have to forgive and trust the man who ruined me, or lose everything. This is the first installment in The Valentino Princes Series.

MATURE CONTENT WARNING: 18+ Only. Smuts, Possessive. Silas Vane is thirty years old, a lethal "Ghost" for the Vane Mafia family, and a rare, strong Omega who refuses to be tamed. His mission was simple: break into the Royal Palace, steal the King’s secrets, and disappear. But Silas didn't count on Prince Alaric. At twenty-five, the Crown Prince is a predator—a dominant Alpha with a hunger for power and a sharp eye for rebellion. When he catches Silas in the act, a high-stakes chase ends in a devastating fall. Silas wakes up in the royal infirmary with a fractured skull and a blank mind. Or does he? Desperate to survive, Silas plays the only card he has: he pretends to have Amnesia. He plans to act the part of a victim until he can escape. But Alaric is a master of games, and he sees through the thief's mask. Instead of throwing Silas in a dungeon, the Prince whispers a golden lie: "You aren't a criminal, Silas. You are my fiancé. We were supposed to be married tomorrow." Now, trapped in a web of fake romance and possessive touches, the 30-year-old killer must play the "loving mate" to a 25-year-old King who knows exactly who he is. In a palace built on secrets, who is the real prisoner? And what happens when the "Mate" starts to forget that his love... was supposed to be a lie?

“This world is built on lies. If you want to keep it alive, make sure none of them are exposed. They must never reach his ears.” As long as Shuu could remember, these words had governed his life. Abandoned at the grand temple and forsaken by the gods, Shuu grew up powerless in a world that valued nothing else. Survival was never guaranteed, especially for someone like him. Yet he had one talent-he could read fortunes, and he never got them wrong. His future was decided early. He would serve the temple until his debt was paid, then fade away. But during the Hero’s fortune reading, Shuu made a single mistake. One moment was enough to strip him of his place and throw him into exile-only to be taken in by the very Hero who caused it, a man whose presence turns Shuu’s life completely off course. And as Shuu is pulled deeper into the Hero’s path, he begins to realize that something about the Hero and his companions is deeply wrong-something he cannot yet name, but cannot ignore. __________ Please leave a review. Also warning, will have Mpreg (around ch 70ish) . If it's not your cup of tea, just be careful