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Between Empires and Our Echoes: Her Majesty's Revenge

    When her father, emperor Baron Reyes, gets murdered by an unknown killer, Zeya Reyes, his outlawed daughter, was immediately set to be the next heir to the throne as the Empress of Stygia, the land of everlasting shadows. Once back in her home nation, Zeya finally sees with her own eyes of the terror this monster has caused and sets out to put an end to it as her last promise to her late father. In order to do this however, Zeya has no choice but to rekindle her relationship with a particular Kaxarene named Varen Edevane, the infamous emperor of Stygia's neighboring nation, Exousia, known for his ruthlessness both on and off the battlefield.     However, as much as is it against the princess's wishes, Varen too needs her help to resolve the same issue happening in his own empire, with countless innocent people unjustly murdered by the very same monster responsible for Baron's death.     As the mayhem caused by this mysterious creature continue to grow larger, Zeya and Varen have no choice but to set aside their differences and work together to bring back the peace their nations fought so hard to keep after the war. Throughout their journey, ancient and uncovered secrets will reveal itself as the pair band together to defeat their common enemy, causing massive shifts in their perspectives of one another. Can love between these two individuals be rekindled even after the hurt, loss, and betrayal they've caused one another? Will they be able to put an end to this monster's wrath successfully, or will their lengthy past be too compelling of an obstacle to do so?
_waffleman_man_720 · 152.2k Views

Dear Murderer, From Your Stalker! [BL]

What could possibly go wrong with falling in love with a killer? Nothing... right? . . "You've been staring at me again," Lucien said, his voice soft enough to make Adrian's pulse trip. Adrian kept his head down, feigning blindness. "I can't stare. I'm blind, remember?" "Blind?" Lucien's laugh was low, close to his ear. "Then how do you always know where I am?" Adrian's breath hitched when fingers brushed his chin, tilting it upward. Their faces were too close... he could feel Lucien's warm breath, could see the shape of his lips. He almost leaned forward before snapping out of it. "Maybe," Adrian whispered, "...I'm familiar with the sound of your footsteps." Lucien smiled... the kind that ruined men like Adrian. His body pressed against Adrian's, heat and danger rolling off him. "Then you should know," he murmured, lips near his ear, "I only take a step closer when I want something." . . Adrian lives quietly in the academy. Covered from head to toe, pretending to be blind, he's the strange student no one dares to talk to. But behind his dark glasses and calm voice, he hides something darker... he's a stalker, a habit born from old trauma. Adrian knows everything about everyone. Until one night... while following his pretty little crush... he sees Lucien Vale, the school's perfect student, kill her. And he does it beautifully. His obsession shifts from her... to him. Lucien shouldn't have noticed him. But he did. Curious about the blind nobody, Lucien becomes his new roommate... just to keep him close. The same man who smiled while taking a life now smiles at Adrian every morning. Adrian knows what Lucien is. Lucien suspects what Adrian saw. What starts as fear turns into curiosity. What starts as silence turns into tension. But when obsession begins to sound like love, who will break first... the murderer or his stalker?
Nightmare_001 · 14.9k Views

Help! Five Beast Alphas Want To Breed Me!!(BL)

“I want to do it. “   “What!? “I reply in panic as I begin to struggle against his hold, but he tightens his grip around me. I’m afraid of getting caught, but why is a part of me suddenly excited by this? By the way he’s holding…pulling me close… not letting go. Why do I like it even though I know getting caught could be disastrous? “H… hey, please. Not here… I… I … “I begin, but he cuts me off as he moves a leg between mine and begins to press against my bulge. “Your body tells another story… “He says as he runs his tongue over the marks he created on my neck last night and I shiver in his arms. I feel him smirk against my neck, and I curse myself for how easy it is for him to get a reaction out of me. “But… This is a public space… “I struggle to complete my sentence as he begins to massage my bulge with his thigh. “You’re all I care about right now. “He replies as he reaches for and starts undoing my belt, and I reach down to hold onto it in fear. “What are you saying? Your reputation… “I begin, and he finally pulls away from me. “It would be just fine. “He cuts me off, and I gulp. “Are you ashamed of me? “He suddenly questions, and my eyes widen. “Of course not! It’s just… “I begin, but he doesn’t let me finish. “You’re the one who wanted my attention. “ “Not like this! “   “This is how I want to give it. “He replies, and I stare at him with wide eyes. This is bad. If we're caught fucking here, it'll be chaos. and he doesn't seem to mind that. These brothers are insane!! ***** Five Alphas. One innocent Omega. And a heat no one’s ready for. ******* Known as a misfit with a weird feature(Red eyes), his whole life, everything hit rock bottom when his parents disowned and kicked him out of his home for being attracted to men. One accident later, he wakes up in another world, groggy, naked… and on display at a beastmen auction. They called him rare. Valuable. Breedable. Twenty thousand golden bars later, he’s sold... to not one, but five Alpha brothers. All beastmen. All dangerously possessive. Each one hotter...and crazier...than the last. They’re fighting over who gets to breed him first. And Elián? He’s never even kissed anyone before. Alpha Koda, the calmest of the five brothers, promises Elián will be safe. But nothing about this new world feels safe to Elián. Not the way the Alphas look at him. Not the way his body responds to them. And definitely not that word they keep calling him. Omega. Elián is a man. Men aren’t supposed to have babies. But somehow… every Alpha wants to breed him. Because Elián might just be the key to a generation of powerful beastmen. Now, five ruthless brothers are ready to give Elián everything he could ever want... Including unending love... If he’ll let one of them put a baby in him. How will he react to all this? Especially when he has no idea what it feels like to be loved.
Blue_Bird_4500 · 751k Views

Married To The Mad Vampire Lord

His lips hovered near her ear, his voice a dark whisper against her skin. "You may fear me, little bride, but I will teach your body to crave me… to need me, until I am all you ever want." --- Belle was never meant to be the bride. But when her parents cried to her about how her beautiful sister could not be married to such a man, she was forced to take her sister’s place. To prevent war between the two worlds of humans and vampires, the kings decided to sign a peace treaty with a marriage, but the only man they could offer for this marriage was a vampire said to be mad and completely heartless. When they said heartless, they meant really heartless, but Belle, being a naive girl her whole life, had no idea what she was stepping into by agreeing to this marriage. At first, he appeared innocent, a man completely opposite to all the rumors around him, until she slowly began to realize every single thing said about the mad vampire was true, or perhaps even worse! He was a man who walked in the path of darkness. He knew no light and showed no mercy, even to those who were not his enemies. He had no heart to love, no emotions but dark ones to feel for anything or anyone. But all of a sudden, when he set his eyes on her, he decided he wanted to keep her, and Belle's naive world began to take a different turn because the mad vampire was hellbent on tainting her innocent soul. Expect "Now, can we forget this happened and enjoy the night?" He arched an amused brow at her, making Belle's heart drop to her stomach as she recalled the so-called wedding night. She hurriedly pulled away from him, her face flaming with embarrassment. From everything she had heard about this night, she was not ready to experience it with this man. The women whispering about it in Mr. Marchant's shop had said one would hate their husband's presence after it and be disgusted by the act. It was not an act meant for pleasure for any woman but torture. Now that she realized her husband would do the same with her, she swallowed hard and nervously clutched her dress. "I...I am not feeling well, My Lord, I—" "Rohan," he cut her off with a tone of amusement. "Use my name when you address me, sweetheart. You looked quite energetic when you tried to go after the ring for someone who isn't feeling well, but," he sighed softly, "I've always been a generous man. I won't let you stress yourself tonight." Belle began to sigh in relief and smile in her mind that he wouldn't push her for the wedding night ceremony. She was even about to part her lips and agree that he was indeed generous and even offer him a thank you when he continued to speak, causing the momentary relief to be replaced by dread. "I will pamper you tonight, and you won’t have to lift a hand. I will give you all the pleasure since you are feeling unwell. Take it as the first lesson in my plan to make you forget love and welcome lust." "...!" "Lie on the bed for me, Isa." Belle felt her throat go dry at that strict command. "I...I..." She began but could not find any words to say to make him spare her tonight. What had she got herself into? Belle thought as a pit seemed to form in her stomach, a deep, gnawing dread. "Do you need me to carry you to the bed, or would you rather walk there yourself?" Rohan questioned with dark mirth in his voice and eyes as he watched her like a hawk. He could tell she was nervous, but what to do? She had brought herself into his world. Belle began to walk slowly to the bed at a snail’s pace, as if delaying it would help prevent the dreadful act from happening tonight. She could feel him following closely behind her. When she reached the bed, she used her shaky hands to move the drapes aside and carefully sat at the edge of it, her hands folded nervously on her lap. She felt his piercing gaze on her, but she dared not look up at him. "Lie down," he ordered softly. MATURE CONTENT, NO RAPE!!
Ash20 · 1.2m Views

IN LOVE WITH MY STEPSON

I didn’t plan it. I didn’t expect it. And I definitely wasn’t supposed to fall in love with him. My name is Leah, and my story begins the night I signed the divorce papers that freed me from my cheating husband, Frank — the man who traded our marriage for his “therapist,” Vivian. I went to a bar searching for distraction, revenge, or maybe just a man who could make me forget the years I wasted. Then I saw him. A man so devastatingly handsome he stole the breath from my lungs. A man I kissed before I even learned his name. A man I took home with me because his touch felt like fire, because he made me moan like my body had been waiting for him all my life. His name was Edward. Our night together was the kind of passion you don’t forget — the kind that ruins you for anyone else. So I asked him to be my contracted lover, and he agreed. No strings. No emotions. Just pleasure. But God, we broke every rule. The shock of my life came when my ex-husband walked into a restaurant, saw me with Edward, and said the words that shattered my world: “Son, what are you doing here?” Edward. Was. His. Son. I ran. I tried to cut him off. I tried to erase him from my heart. But how do you forget a man whose kiss has already claimed every piece of you? Days later, during a storm, he appeared at my door — soaked, breathless, and begging me not to push him away. One kiss and all my resistance melted. One night and I knew it wasn’t lust anymore. It was love. Forbidden, dangerous, intoxicating love. We fought for each other, even when his father tried to destroy us. Even when his arranged fiancée showed up to pull him away from me. Even when the world called it wrong. But love doesn’t follow rules. Love doesn’t care about titles, names, or history. Love only knows who makes your heart race… Who makes your body tremble… Who makes your soul feel alive. And for me, that man will always be Edward — my ex-husband’s son… and the only man I will ever belong to.
Boma_moses · 1.1k Views