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Family is a luxury not everyone can afford. Adelyn learned that the day Clara returned to the Scott family —and she quietly stopped belonging. No one abused her. No one hurt her openly. But the love that was once hers alone became divided. The attention that once chose her … became something she had to borrow. And whenever something precious stood between her and Clara —Adelyn was the one asked to let go. Not once. Not twice. But every single time. Her dreams. Her choices. Her place in the family. Her heart didn’t break in a single moment —it wore down slowly … until nothing remained worth fighting for. So, she erased herself from their world. Not in anger. Not in revenge. But to save what little of herself was left. ————— Seven years later, Adelyn returned. Not for the Scott family. Not for their love. She came back for the dreams she was once forced to abandon —and this time, nothing would be taken from her. No compromises. No sacrifices. Only her life. Her rules. She breathed in freedom. “No family…no shackles.” But just then— Two small arms wrapped around her legs. She stiffened. Looking down, she met a pair of familiar doe eyes staring up at her with unwavering trust. “Mama … Eira waited long for you. Don’t leave again.” …Mama? Before she could understand or react, a tall shadow fell over them. A man stood there —gaze sharp, cold, claiming —looking at her like she had belonged to him. “You dared to show up again?” Adelyn felt clueless. She would have asked him what he meant, however — Before she could speak — the ground vanished beneath her feet. A powerful arm lifted her effortlessly. “Since you dared …” his voice dropped —low, restrained, dangerous. “Don’t think of escaping again.

Zi Han, a researcher with social anxiety, died and transmigrated into a novel titled "The Bossy CEO Wants Me". She became the stepsister of the villain, Ming Ye, whose fate ended horrifically. Her plan was simple: avoid Ming Ye, graduate from high school, go to university abroad, become a researcher, and cut ties with the Ming family completely. But what happens when her stepfather, Ming Chen, forces her to tutor Ming Ye and now, Ming Ye can't seem to let her go? "Sister, are you planning on running away?" Zi Han, who had been secretly packing her bag, looked up. "No, brother. How could I?" The boy with messy brown hair and dark eyes lips curled into a soft, indulgent smile. "Good. Because if you did, I would have no choice but to break your ankles and lock you up." Shiver. A socially anxious, intelligent female lead × a yandere male lead. All characters image are gotten from Pinterest.

a book 4 of AMNSE with jayfer facing difficulties and problems but trying to hold with a fun teses jelousy and collage life and more ita a fanfic book on my opinon

When Bai He wakes up, he realizes he has become the youngest elder of Lingguang Sect. Although he looks weak and carefree, he is bound by a system that forces him to change fate. After taking in a noisy disciple and saving the troubled genius Ye Shiyuan, his quiet life is thrown into chaos. As cultivation deadlines, hidden enemies, and dangerous secrets emerge, Bai He must grow stronger or he will lose everything.

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.

Love. Hate. Revenge. Before she was the High Alpha's daughter, Maya was an orphan named Penelope—and Marcus Keenan was the boy who gave her his locket and promised to marry her... until she was torn from him. Taken by High Alpha Vilhelm, everyone, including Marcus, was told she died. Years later, Marcus returns from the recent war a hero—now Alpha Keenan—with power, lands, and the right to choose any woman as his mate. He takes Maya—the same girl who made his life miserable before he left. He doesn't recognize her as Penelope with the locket long gone. To him, she is cruel, two-faced, and an expert at manipulation. What he doesn't know is that Maya's cruelty was forced, a mask she wore to both protect him and survive. Now trapped in a marriage born of revenge, she must decide. Stay silent and play the part, or reveal who she truly is…before it’s too late. —— Excerpt “This marriage is fake,” Maya said. She should be happy but why did it hurt so much? “Fake?” Keenan frowned and closed the gap between them. He wrapped a palm around her neck, and Maya gasped but no sound left her throat. “Is this another ploy to escape me?” “Isn’t it fake?” Maya whispered, holding his hand, trying to ease his grip. It was getting hard to breathe. Her voice betrayed her, too hopeful even to her own ears. He stared with such hatred, yet a part of her didn’t want it to be fake. Keenan threw his head back and laughed, yet his grip on her neck never wavered. “Woman, surely this must be a joke. You think I would orchestrate a fake marriage with you?” He leaned closer, eyes locked on hers. “You undermine my hatred. I want you bound to me forever. I want you to hate every moment of your life and I will be right here to make sure of it. You can never escape me.” Keenan released her neck. She dropped to the floor, rubbing her throat as she finally drew a full breath. “Fake marriage? Don’t be ridiculous. Even your father couldn’t get you away from me.”

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."

Humans are nothing more than servants in the glittering, cruel society of the winged Seraph. When a human offends them, the punishment is simple: be sold. Evangeline, never thought her own family would betray her. But when her sister committed the unforgivable, offending a seraph, their mother offered Eva in her place- without hesitation. Cast aside like unwanted trash, Eva is paraded before the Seraph nobility to be claimed. No one wants her. Until he appears. The Black Wing. The only Seraph whose feathers are not gold or silver or white, but midnight black. Feared. Cursed. Whispers say every human he has ever taken has perished. And yet, he chooses her. Dragged into his world of shadows, Eva becomes the obsession of a man everyone else fear and despises. He is possessive, merciless, and dangerously seductive. And while her family prays she will be destroyed... Eva begins to wonder if the true danger lies not in his black wings- but in the way her heart betrays her whenever he draws near. Can she ever survive this game of fate? **** The candlelight quivered against the cracked walls of the old inn, shadows twisting like restless spirits. Eva froze as he wasn't suppose to be here! Hades sat in the crimson chair, his presence consuming the air, thick and suffocating, as if the world itself had bowed before him. Swirling the red liquid in his glass, his bright purple eyes never left the shadows, yet he knew she was there before she moved. "Who is it this time?" His voice was a low rasp, curling into the room like smoke, tying her stomach in knots of fear and something darker. Eva forced her pulse to slow, telling herself not to back down. But when his hands rose from the arms of the chair, a shiver ran down her spine. "You aren't supposed to be here," she gasped, as he stood impossibly fast. His black wings unfurled, stretching wide, enveloping her, pressing her to his chest as though he claimed her before she could claim her own breath. "Why?" His lips curled into a wicked, sharp smile. "So I won't discover you running off with that useless boy?" "I didn't—" "Of course, because he's dead." His words cut like a blade, delivered with the certainty of a god reading an open book. Eva stumbled back, pressed to the wall. "You've lost your mind! You didn't kill him—" "Why shouldn't I?" His voice dropped to a growl. A single finger traced the fading red mark on her neck. His eyes snapped with fury; the air itself shivered. He leaned forward, lips brushing her skin, teeth grazing flesh in a possessive bite, erasing another's mark. "He dares," Hades hissed, deadly and low, "he dares touch what belongs to me. A fool. Bold enough to place his lips where mine already mark her." Eva's chest heaved, terror and desire entwined so tightly she could barely breathe. His wings tightened, dark and unyielding, and she realized escape was no longer an option, and perhaps, she didn't even want it. "Don't forget, dear," he murmured, lips grazing her ear, "I've bought you. You're mine now. And I don't like to share."

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 who is 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 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 ;))

[CONTENT WARNING: This story contains explicit sexual content, graphic violence, strong language, and themes of trauma. It is intended for mature audiences (18+) only. Reader discretion is strongly advised.] ------------ “Talk dirty to me,” I whispered. He growled low in his throat. “You want filthy, little bird?” “Yes.” He thrust deeper, harder, and leaned close, his lips brushing my ear. “I am going to fill your fucking cunt with so much cum that you will still be dripping until tomorrow. You will sit at breakfast with my seed soaking through your drawers and smile at Aunt Cornelia like the proper little slut you are.” I moaned. “That is disgusting.” “You asked for it.” “Again.” ------------ Clara Vance had it all. Millions of followers, a beauty empire built on glamour, and a life curated for the camera. But a lost bet with her mother sends her away from a marvelous weekend trip to Mykonos and into the dusty attic of her family’s decaying ancestral manor. The catch was her inheritance. Her task? A dreary clear-out. Her discovery? A centuries-old diary belonging to her great-grandmother, Eleanor Thorne. The ink tells a story of a forgotten history. Eleanor’s forbidden obsession with her guardian and step-uncle, Casimir Guggenheim, a ruthless railroad tycoon with a heart of stone. But when Clara touches the tear-stained pages, the scent of crushed gardenias doesn’t just fill the room, it drags her back to 1879. Trapped in Eleanor’s corseted body, Clara finds herself under the roof of the very man who haunted the diary. To the world, Casimir is a cold, untouchable magnate. To Clara, he’s a puzzle she’s determined to break. The problem? Clara isn’t the timid, fragile girl Casimir remembers. She’s a 21st-century It Girl with no filter, a strategic mind for business, a total lack of respect for Gilded Age propriety and a defiance waiting for trouble to happen. While the original Eleanor was a victim of her station, Clara is ready to burn the cage down. As Clara navigates a world where a single misstep means ruin, scheming relatives see her as a pawn, and a powerful suitor sees her as nothing but a business merger. She realizes the history books were wrong. Rewriting Eleanor’s tragic end is dangerous, especially when she starts falling for the man she was never supposed to have. History says they’re a tragedy. Clara says history is about to get a makeover.

“Unlucky” would be the nice way to describe Lucas’ luck. He wasn’t just down bad. He was practically cursed. As someone who never asked to exist, he’s had to experience medical torture, imprisonment, and eventually death. And that was just his first life. Then, just as he thought of escaping his fate, he transmigrates into the body of the Empire’s most useless Flower Vase. Great, now he should have status, wealth, and beauty, right? Wrong. Because his new body, Young Lord Luca Kyros, was a vegetable. And what’s worse was that no one else seemed to know the truth. To everyone else, he was just your typical rebellious heir. He wouldn’t have minded that. He was used to being called a harlot or similar names for being a defective Guide. But the problem was he woke up right smack in the middle of the Royal Military Academy’s Assessment test. And his double body, the one who should be attending school, perished in an ambush. So now, he’s forced to resolve his existential crisis while attending a school he never even enrolled in. He’ll have to conquer his flimsy body, his brooding roommate, and his picky-eater “dungeon”—all that on top of surviving impending doom. Someone definitely needs a miracle.

I am Alina Graves. My whole life I was taught to be invisible. Omega. Orphan. Servant. I scrubbed floors in Blackthorn Castle while the alphas feasted, and lowered my eyes when they passed by. I knew: survival meant silence. But on the night of the Blood Moon, fate decided otherwise. I was thrust into the sacred circle in place of the ailing bride. And the bond struck—like lightning to the chest. My mate is Kael Blackthorn, the future Alpha King, whose name is whispered with fear across all the lands of England. He did not want an omega on the throne. He publicly rejected me before the entire pack. Called me a mistake. The humiliation burned hotter than fire. But at night, he came. Claimed me as his. Secretly. Cruelly. Without choice. Now, every glance from him is a brand. Every order is a chain. Every whisper in the castle corridors hints that my blood hides an ancient power capable of destroying the entire kingdom. I was meant to remain broken. But if fate made a mistake in choosing me for him—I will make the world bleed for that mistake.

WARNING: This story contains intense emotions, brutal betrayals, slow-burn obsession, and a female lead who doesn't know how to stay dead. Proceed with caution... and snacks. SIDE EFFECTS MAY INCLUDE: screaming at your screen, falling for fictional men, and yelling “JUST KISS ALREADY.”...Get ready for this neverending rollercoaster of excitement!!! She was known as Qin mu, the organization’s deadliest sword. Feared and ruthless, everything dead or alive shuddered at the mention of her name. Until one night, they turned on her. Framed by the people she trusted, she was labeled as a traitor and was electrocuted to death on an electric chair. Qin mu awakens in the body of Shen mu, an ordinary girl who was relentlessly bullied… and who looks exactly like her. With a strange centipede-long scar now marking her face and fragments of her past creeping in, Qin mu begins to piece together the truth behind the betrayal that shattered her world. Then she meets Huo yunxiao , the cold, enigmatic young master of the powerful Huo family. His gaze unsettles her and His presence stirs something deeper. But as vengeance calls and shadows whisper secrets long buried, she must make a choice. Will her thirst for revenge and the mystery of her past destroy the chance at the love she never knew she needed? Or will she place her aching heart in the hands of this god-like man and the promise of a peaceful future?

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.

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.

Leo died in a stupid accident. He wakes up inside a novel he once read — as Viscount Damien Kaelan, a petty villain whose only role in the story is to falsely accuse the powerful Duke of Blackwood… and then die in disgrace. There’s just one problem. He’s already accused the Duke. With debt collectors at his door, his reputation in ruins, and a mysterious system assigning him survival “quests,” Leo has one goal: rewrite his death flag before the plot catches up to him. But the Duke is watching. Cold. Intelligent. Unforgiving. And far more interested in Damien’s sudden transformation than he should be. In a world of nobles, politics, and quiet power struggles, survival isn’t about strength. It’s about knowing which lies to tell… and who’s dangerous enough to see through them.

[Warning: R18+ Content] I thought I was going to die. So I chose to be remembered. One night. One drink. One sin I could never take back. But the men I met at the bar weren’t strangers. They were The Trident… three ruthless heirs of the Corvanni Dynasty, the most feared mafia bloodline alive. Draven. Silent, merciless, a predator cloaked in shadows. Lucian. Calculative, hauntingly beautiful, a devil with a silver tongue. And Azriel. Wild, reckless, dangerously addictive. They don’t ask. They take. And now they want me… completely. Their obsession burns hotter than their empire. Their touch is forbidden, but I can’t resist. Because the deeper I fall, the clearer it becomes… I’m not just their desire. I’m their ruin. Excerpt ********** “Run if you want, Jade.” The nickname rolled off Lucian’s tongue like a promise and a threat, one no one had ever dared call me before. My breath hitched, legs trembling, but before I could take a step, Draven’s hand closed around my wrist… iron, unyielding. “You think you can walk away after tasting us?” His voice was quiet, deadly, sending shivers straight to my core. Azriel leaned in from behind, his lips brushing the shell of my ear as his laughter burned through me. “Sweetheart, we don’t chase what’s already ours. And you, little Jade…” his teeth grazed my skin, “…you belong to the Trident now.” Azriel’s fingers tilted my chin up, his grin sinful, dangerous, carved just for me. “Tell me, Jade,” he purred, voice thick with lust, “what do you want?” Heat scorched my skin, my lips parting, but no words came. My body betrayed me, trembling against the wall of Draven’s chest while Lucian’s hand traced lazy circles on my thigh, teasing, tormenting. Azriel’s laugh was low, filthy. “No, sweetheart. Don’t just tremble for us. Say it.” His thumb brushed my lower lip, slow, taunting. “Say what you want. Say you want our hands, our mouths, our cocks… say it, and I’ll give you everything.” Draven’s breath was at my neck, steady, lethal. “Careful,” he murmured, “once you speak it aloud, there’s no going back.” Lucian’s whisper slid against my ear, silken poison. “And when you do, Jade, you’ll never remember what it felt like to be untouched.” My mouth opened before my brain could reason… “I want you,” I whispered. Draven’s hand tightened, Lucian’s eyes darkened, Azriel laughed as if the world had finally given him his prize. Three bodies pressed in, heat and danger wrapping me like a cage I couldn’t escape. Didn’t want to escape. My heart screamed to run, but my body whispered the truth. I wanted them… All of them. ********** Three men. One woman. A love story carved in blood and obsession.

MalexMale hot hot hot scenes alert!!! Genre: Guide verse, Action, Romance, Smut, R18, LGBT, Boylove Blur: “If you’re a student, then go to school properly. Stop talking about saving the world all day long, even if you’re an S-rank Esper!” Once again, it was a day where I kicked Jo Hyun out of Team 7’s office. The kid wasn’t even eighteen yet, but he kept insisting on becoming an Esper. “But I have to become the strongest Esper. Only then can I become your Partner, Kim Jun-Hyung!” No matter how adorably you look at me with those sparkling eyes, it won’t work. I’m an S-rank Guide who can sleep with anyone I like, but I will absolutely never touch a high school student! “Hyung definitely belongs to me! I’ll never let anyone else touch Hyung!” And this kid has even started demanding exclusive possession of me! Jo Hyun, at the very least, graduated from high school first!!! … “Kim Jun-Hyung, I thought you were just going to let me die…” “Shut up and let your waist do what it’s supposed to do!” “Damn it, don’t bite like you’re a dog!” “Hyung, woof woof!” Tag: Seductive Bottom, Free-spirited Bottom, Older Bottom, Powerful Bottom, Younger Top, Puppy-type Top, Possessive Top, Powerful Top, Guide Verse, Top pursuing Bottom Series: Loving In The Apocalypse Books In the Series (3 more in this year) Obsessed By A Crazy Baby Puppy Esper Taming An Badass SS Rank Esper Involved With A Perverted SS Rank Esper How To Be Loved By A Badly Criminal Esper

Everything shatters in her life when Lenette's father is killed and she finds herself in an underground auction house where she is sold to a mysterious bidder for an exorbitant price. The transaction which throws her into a world of chaos and danger as she used the opportunity to try and find the person who murderd her father while being tied to a man known for his power and ruthlessness.