possessive

The Return of the Cold King After years of self-imposed exile in Paris, Kang Ha-joon returns to Seoul to take his place as the heir to the JS Group. Hardened by a childhood tragedy and a mother who treats business like war, Ha-joon has no room for sentiment—until he meets his match in his own office. The Fearless Troublemaker Kim Han-eun is a spirited, hardworking employee who lives by one rule: never let the "sharks" see you blink. But after one too many drinks at a company dinner, she accidentally leaves a scathing voicemail for her terrifying boss, calling him a "Grumpy Kangaroo" and criticizing his lack of a heart. A Fragment of the Past Instead of firing her, Ha-joon becomes obsessed. In Han-eun’s fiery eyes, he sees Hanu, the girl from his childhood who was ripped away from him after a mysterious "accident"—a past his mother claimed never existed. As he draws Han-eun closer to uncover the truth, he realizes she has no memory of him or their shared trauma. The Shadow Protector The stakes rise when Lee Min-juh, a brilliant venture capitalist and Ha-joon’s fiercest rival, enters the fray. Min-juh has been Han-eun’s silent guardian for years, and he knows exactly what Ha-joon’s mother did to erase Han-eun’s memories. To protect her, he is willing to dismantle Ha-joon’s empire piece by piece. The Ultimate Choice As corporate secrets and suppressed memories collide, Han-eun must decide: is Ha-joon the monster her boss appears to be, or the boy who has been searching for her for twenty years? In a world where love is a liability, only one man can win her heart—and the other might just burn everything down to stop him.

When a Luna turns cold, her heart begins to lose interest. How disappointing that truth is. “You’re my mate. My Luna and it is your duty to give me an heir.” “But I no longer want to be your Luna.” I respond and Immediately, his eyes goes dark. The man I once chased, the man I once thought was my forever. Now, I feel nothing but exhaustion. My wolf, Kira, is quiet and withdrawn from the mate bond. “I’m tired, Mateo,” I say. “Tired of pretending this bond still means anything.”

Xiao Shou transmigrates into a cultivation world and discovers he is only a minor supporting character destined to be used and discarded in the main plot. To survive, he awakens a special ability called Absolute Fusion, which lets him combine items to upgrade them into higher-level treasures. Avoiding the dangerous main storyline involving the heroine and a transmigrator, he quietly cultivates in a hidden location. By fusing spirit stones, pills, techniques, and rare treasures, he grows stronger at an incredible speed. As powerful cultivators and fate itself begin to close in, Xiao Shou refuses to become cannon fodder. He will use his fusion ability to rise step by step and change his destined ending, becoming strong enough to control his own fate.

A former police officer dies and is longing for a quiet and peaceful life away from the chaos. Reborn in a new world, he must navigate strange lands, unexpected challenges, and a chance at the slow life he always dreamed of, if he can survive long enough to enjoy it.

What are the chances an orphan goes from scrubbing floors to becoming a Duchess in forty-eight hours? 100%— I would know because it happened to me. Only I wish I had a choice. Because the man I'm supposed to call "father," Baron Tobias Fletcher, sold me off like livestock the moment he found me. Nineteen years of wondering where I came from, and this is how it ends? Not with a family. Not with answers. With a wedding contract and a husband who never removes his mask. The Duke of Wellspring. Nevan Wilder. Every fiancée before me? Dead. Mad. Or gone — vanished like they never existed. They say he kills his brides the night they see what's underneath. So shame on me for thinking meeting my father would finally end my misery. And shame on me twice because when the Duke took my hand in that ballroom, his touch ice-cold and impossibly gentle, I didn't feel fear. I felt something worse. I felt safe. Now I'm trapped in his estate, married to a man the whole kingdom fears, and the more I uncover, the less anything makes sense. Because if Nevan truly kills his brides, why is he trying so desperately to keep me alive? And whatever he's hiding beneath that mask? It's not the thing I should be afraid of.

Warning: 17++++ This story involves Bdsm, a sadistic pervert Alpha boss and his cute pouty step brother omega who loves him just as he comes. *** Ambitious young designer Kang Ye Jun joins Choi Advertising brimming with dreams, only to run headfirst into a tyrannical superior, Choi Si woo. No weekends off, constant availability around the clock, endless overtime that drains every ounce of energy no social life whatsoever, that's already brutal; the absolute worst part is that no matter how hard he tries, in the eyes of this hyper-critical director, everything he creates is flawed and unacceptable! After swallowing endless humiliation, Ye jun finally snaps: "Just because I stay quiet doesn't mean I'm some harmless pushover! I’m done! I quit!" What?! Quitting triggers a massive penalty clause worth millions?! That's insane! Can't we just separate on good terms? Since resignation isn't an option, Kang Ye jun decides to gamble everything and pull off the one move no subordinate would ever dare, seduce and sleep with the devil himself! Choi Si woo, creative director at Seohan Advertising, is a legendary figure in the industry and an untouchable elite bachelor. His professional brilliance is unmatched, but his personality is pure poison, earning him the infamous moniker "The Ice-Cold Devil in a Tailored Suit." Yet beneath that aloof, ruthless exterior lies a deeply buried, unspeakable kink he guards fiercely. When this explosive secret gets uncovered by his sharp-eyed subordinate Kang, what fate awaits the once-impenetrable Choi?

“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.

[MATURE BL OMEGAVERSE] Griffin Mafia, the strongest group among the other mafias in Dormania. A country famous for having 60% of its population belonging to the mafia. Their leader is known to be quite mysterious and intelligent, Alastair Vale. Not many people have ever seen the dominant Alpha. But they are certain that he is a terrified cold hearted man who will get whatever he wants. At the same time, Alastair finds himself drawn to an Omega he often sees standing near a bus stop not far from a university, Noel Ashford. The only Omega who doesn't seem afraid of him at all and instead appears bold enough to answer his every word. "You think I'm weak just because I'm an Omega? Let me tell you something, Mr. Vale..." "Feisty Omega." 'Fuck, he turns me on.' A smirk appeared on the Alpha's face every time the Omega defied his words. Although love eventually blossomed between the Alpha and the Omega, reality would never allow them to live peacefully behind the gunfire. "I won't let you see Vale again! You will never be allowed to leave this mansion for any reason, let alone to see him. Not now and not ever!" "He's not as bad as you think! He's just—" Regis, Noel's older brother, glared at him with a sharp gaze and a face flushed with anger. "ALASTAIR IS A MURDERER!"

Amara, a wealthy aristocrat's well-bred daughter with a secret to hide, is thrown into despair when her world is suddenly shattered after discovering she isn’t the Caldwells' biological daughter. It was incredibly convenient for her father to discard years of love, devotion, and family ties, quickly sending her as a marriage tribute to a Werewolf Prince after receiving an invitation that, according to the Peace Treaty between Werewolves and Humans, required one of his daughters. It no longer mattered that she wasn’t truly a Caldwell, nor that she was already in love with someone else. So, on the night of her planned elopement with her lover, her fate with the monster was ruthlessly sealed. Forget that the Alpha Prince is a cursed monster—yet, why is he always in her face, treating her like his perfect plaything to pass the time? But most importantly, if he truly doesn't care about her, why do those who cross her suddenly disappear or get punished? — Excerpt: Amara could feel the tension in the way Alexander stood before her—the restraint in his silence, the weight of his attention pressing against her body. He shouldn’t be this close to her after cornering her against a tree. “Do you know what happens when I want something?” he asked, his voice dangerously controlled. Her breath trembled, but she shook her head. “I—I don’t know.” “I take it.” Amara inhaled sharply as she lifted her gaze to meet his dark, conflicted eyes, burning with something that made her heart stutter. “Then why haven’t you?” she whispered. His gaze dropped briefly to her lips. “Because if I cross that line,” he said, “I won’t stop.” “Then cross it.” Her voice was barely audible. Instantly, the restraint in Alexander’s eyes shattered. He lowered his head and claimed her mouth in a desperate, hungry kiss.

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."

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?

The story follows Avery, a young woman who was seeking shelter from the rain, who accidentally bumps into the infamous Alexander Gibson- a handsome billionaire playboy, who happens to be a mafia Lord. This chance encounter sets off a series of events that lead to a forced marriage between Avery and Alex. As Avery navigates her new life, she faces betrayal, confronts violent challenges and discovers unexpected friendships, all while dealing with the complexity of being married to a powerful and dangerous man. The novel combines the elements of romance, drama and suspense.

#Cannon Fodder, Second Chance, Male lead fall in love first, Bloodline Awakening, Possessive ML, Weak to Strong FL, Business World# In a world with a clear hierarchy between powerful Awakened bloodlines and weak humans, Severine Vale never believed in miracles. That is, until a sudden series of dreamlike memories forces her to awaken to a truth she was never meant to know: She is living inside a novel. Her Awakened dorm-mate, Alina Hart, is the protagonist. Meanwhile, Damien Rhodes, the Wolf Awakener, is the male lead—whose story begins with “I bully you because I hate you” and ends with “I bully you because I love you.” And Severine? She’s nothing more than cannon fodder—a side character who dies five years later under the male lead’s 'revenge'. Realising the truth, Severine avoids the original plot at all costs—only to discover that even the smallest flutter of her actions sends the entire story spiraling off course. The main characters begin knocking on her door one by one. Worst of all, fate pushes her into a moment that never existed in the novel. One night, Severine barges into a forbidden room… and straight into the territory of a Villain—Killian Rhett King, a person so ruthless that even Damien fears him. Severine only wanted to stay far from the story. But how is she supposed to escape when crazy leads' presence in her supposedly peaceful life keeps growing… and growing?

With a serial killer on the loose—melting the wealthy with sulfuric acid—fear grips the city. But Sarima’s greatest danger isn’t just the killer… it’s the man who’s been silently eliminating every man her father tries to marry her off to. A secret stalker who watches her from the shadows—and seems to want her all to himself. After being adopted eight years ago, Sarima thought she had finally found a place to belong. Instead, she is caught between her father’s desperate ambition, a deadly game of power, and a dangerous attraction she can’t explain. As bodies fall and secrets unravel, Sarima must face one terrifying truth: Is she being protected… or hunted? And who really severed her father’s head from his body?

[Mature Content R18+] [Slow-Burn Dark Romance] Two days before my wedding, my fiancé told me he would marry my twin sister, because it was her dying wish. My family, his family, everyone dear to me, turned me into a villain for being defiant. The decision was final. The bride had changed. They forced me into a golden cage, waiting for my turn to be another substitute. Then he came. The man who should have been my enemy offered his hand. Led us into one wild night. "Be my wife. Six years. Let's have a contract for exactly that long." "You lost your mind. You promised-" "And I'll give you five years. You can be free. Do whatever you want with the Kingston name. I promised that." "Wh... what?" "But you must promise me, you will be back, and let's live like we burn for each other in that last year." "Rafael... what are you planning to?" "Get things back to their right place." I was tired of being anyone's pawn. So, I play my own game. Five years later, I am back. Revenge is an understatement. The price for my suffering is due. My children keep asking for their father. They'll meet him soon, but there's a problem:  I’m not sure who the real father is. "Viona... I never stop loving you. Tell me they are my flesh, right? I want you back. I want us back." My ex-fiancé shamelessly pleaded before me. "They are mine. The four of them are mine." And there he was, my contracted husband declared with a glare that was ready to burn the whole society down. This should be a simple game of power. But love always meddles between the players. ====== Author's Note: This Novel is a character-driven plot with slow-burn smut. Every character has their own motivation and is layered. Every choice has no easy way out. If you enjoy slow burn, this might be to your liking. Please read all the free chapters before you decide to continue or not. Thank you for giving this story a chance.

Sera, an assassin known as the Angel of Death, was on her way to live a normal life—a life without killing. But suddenly, she is magically transported to a strange land ruled by Azron Mort, a ruthless lord and warrior who has claimed thousands of lives. To survive in this unfamiliar place, Sera pretends to be mute, hides her assassin skills, and does everything she can to avoid angering Azron Mort. But how can she stay out of his way when she is living under his roof with no chance to escape? And worst of all… she has caught the warlord’s attention. Chaos seems to follow her everywhere, leaving her no choice but to unleash her hidden skills to protect the people who have become important to her. A story of two people from different worlds, each forced to kill in order to survive, whose lives become intertwined in ways neither expected. Excerpt: Sera looked at Azron, noticing immediately that his face held no satisfaction from the fight. If anything, it unsettled her. There was a lingering sharpness in his gaze—curiosity, deep and probing. He wasn't done. Not even close. He wanted to see more… to see her true capacity. Across the arena, General Jidu moved to join the other generals, but Sera barely spared it a glance. The atmosphere had shifted—tight, heavy, almost suffocating. Sera started to climb down the arena. One step. Then— Azron suddenly grabbed a bow and arrow. The movement was swift. Precise. He pointed it at Sera. She immediately stopped midway. Silence struck the arena. The four generals were visibly shocked, their bodies tensing as if they had all felt the same invisible blade press against their throats. Without warning—Azron released two arrows shot toward Sera. Fast and unforgiving. Sera reacted instantly, her sword slicing through the air—clang, clang—striking both arrows cleanly. They dropped to the ground at her feet. She didn't even have time to settle. Azron had already taken another set. Three arrows drawn and released. Azron was a sharp shooter. His arrows always hit their mark—always—no matter how many he fired at once. He's really testing me. Sera stepped back, her breathing controlled, her eyes locked onto him. She moved with precision—intercepting, deflecting, cutting through the incoming arrows with her sword. Each impact sent vibrations up her arms, but she didn't falter. He didn't stop.He kept shooting again and again. Until— Twenty arrows lay scattered on the ground. All around her. A silent ring of intent. Sera stood in the center of the arena, unmoving. Her sword pointed toward the ground. But her gaze— It lifted to Azron. Steady and burning. She knew that he wasn't done testing her. Her glare sharpened—no longer guarded, no longer cautious. It was a challenge now. Raw. Undeniable.

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 ;))

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.”

The moment she opened her door to him, her life changed forever. In the blossoming empire of Liandel where predators lurk not only in the shadows but also in broad daylight, Elain must pretend to be the sickly niece of a lord while hiding her true identity. She had been an expert at avoiding trouble, keeping a low profile and obeying every rule set for her. Until that one rainy night, when she tended to a wounded man during her vacation in the countryside. When they meet again in the city, she realizes he’s someone she should fear and never dare approach, so she keeps her distance. But he’s a vicious spider, always pulling her into his dangerous web. And perhaps it’s his mischievous nature, or his silver eyes that constantly challenge her, but in his presence, the mask she has worn for so long begins to slip, and she finds herself saying the wrong words or acting far too boldly for her own good. She fears the darkness. He rules it. He is everything she has always warned herself to avoid and yet she finds herself drawn to him all the same. And when corruption takes root, how can her fragile heart survive? Warning: Mature content

Cornered by humans in the dwindling vampiric population, Dulce Monteserrat simply wants a companion. One that wouldn't betray his trust and turn him to the human guards ever on his heels, and one that would live longer than the average human. So he decides to summon a hound from the hells, a loyal beast to sit with him by the warm hearth. Only things don't go quite as planned, the first, second, and third time over... He finally gets his Hellhound but now he is surrounded by dangerous Demons he can't seem to get rid off. The noble Fiend he summoned no longer seem as eager to leave despite his pretenses and the Shadow Demon on a mission is starting to take things easy. At each other's necks from their first meeting, don't put the Vampire in the middle! The suave Incubus made his stance clear from the start, he had no intentions to leave, willing to fulfill Dulce's request of companionship, however that includes employee benefits - This Incubus needs to eat! And his precious Hellhound who had brought him so much trouble is dissatisfied with simply being a pet. "Can I be Master's mate?" DISCLAIMER: The cover does not belong to me, if you would like it to be taken down, a simple request will suffice.