possessive

She owns an empire but feels nothing. He owns nothing but cooks like every dish is a confession. When a chance encounter binds a numb heiress to a broken chef, obsession blooms in the space between hunger and fear. But her world is built on war, and his life is scarred by loss. As threats rise and loyalties fracture, love becomes their most dangerous gamble. Because once you taste something real… you can’t go back to empty.

~In a world ruled by blood and power, love is the most dangerous move of all.~ Isabella Moretti has spent her life knowing two things. Loyalty is everything, and the Romano family is the enemy. Especially Dante Romano. He always seemed cold, sharp and untouchable.The kind of man who doesn’t look at girls like her even when they shared the same halls, the same classrooms, the same stolen glances she swore he never noticed. Then he disappeared. Five years later, he returns not as the boy she once knew but as something far more dangerous. And when Isabelle's world falls apart, the last person she expects to claim her is Dante. Not to save her. Not to comfort her. But to possess her and no one is allowed to touch what he claims. He tells himself she’s just leverage, a necessary move in a deadly game of power. Keeping her close ensures the enemy cannot touch her… or use her. But proximity is a dangerous thing. Because Isabella has always known the fire beneath his ice. And Dante is about to discover that the girl he once ignored is no longer a naive school crush. She’s sharp, fearless, and far too intoxicating to keep at arm’s length. ~Isabella is supposed to be a leverage, a strategic move in a ruthless war. Instead, she becomes his weakness.~

Amira Zahra, a fiercely independent young Malaysian woman, is unexpectedly transported to a realm of opulent palaces, mystical fire magic, and dangerous secrets. There she encounters Sultan Kael, a magnetic, ruthless ruler whose flames reflect the intensity of his desire. Captured against her will, Amira’s survival depends on navigating palace intrigue, rival factions, and magical threats, all while contending with a passion that is both intoxicating and forbidden. As Amira discovers her latent magical powers and her destiny intertwined with the Sultan’s realm, the line between captivity and consent blurs, igniting a dark, irresistible romance. Betrayals cut deep, alliances shift, and every choice could either save or destroy them. Between seduction, danger, and mystical fire, Amira and Sultan Kael’s connection becomes a consuming blaze—one that threatens to engulf kingdoms and hearts alike.

“Damian Sinclair, you said you wouldn’t touch me, wouldn't like me, and wouldn’t marry me!” “Darling, you must be mistaken. I clearly want to sleep with you, like you a lot, and hold a certificate of marriage!” “You...you're shameless, going back on your word!” “Be good, husband can do something even more shameless.” The book is also called "The CEO Is Too Fierce, Baby Feels Square" and "Beast, Let Go of That Soft Cutie, Let Me Come."

After dumping the Obsessive Tyrant, I was entangled ###### [Sickly Obsessive Maxim Sinclair VS Cunning Little Fox Summer Lowell] President of Sinclair Group, Maxim Sinclair, is ruthless, unfeeling, and notoriously uninterested in women, never rumored to be with any woman. However, only he knows that the woman bold enough to come undercover beside him, achieving her goal before fleeing, has haunted his sleepless nights for an entire year! Until that day, she unexpectedly returns to the country, parachuting in as the design director of a rival company... "Director Lowell, you used me and threw me away. Did I agree to this?" "Feelings fade, naturally things end. Why must President Sinclair pursue relentlessly?" "Summer Lowell, let me tell you, even if I have to go to hell, I will take you with me!" ... People gasp in sympathy, assuming this reckless woman is doomed to a fate worse than death. Little do they know, he has long laid an inescapable net, waiting for her to walk right into it. "I will trap you in a place where only I can see you, forever!" ——— [The Heroine is Career-Oriented, The Hero is Pathologically Obsessive, Known as the Jealous King of the Demon Capital!]

"Ruan Ruan, don’t think about leaving me." The cold lips landed on the corner of her eye, and Su Ruan finally realized she had truly been reborn... In her previous life, she believed the scumbag man and cheap woman, and was ultimately pushed to the Insect Race, dying a miserable death. However, the man she always despised remained devoted, loving her broken body even after her death. In this life: "Ruan Ruan, is someone harming you? Then I'll kill them all." "Ruan Ruan, you can only be mine." "Ruan Ruan, I beg you, don’t leave me..." The Federation Empire's highest Commander, Lu Shinian, does everything possible to keep her by his side. Having thought that after being reborn, this Commander addicted to paranoia would only offer a cold hand to hold. Who could tell her that the "big dog" with fluffy wolf ears whimpering by her side every night is really Lu Shinian, the highest interstellar Commander? "Ruan Ruan, I want a kiss." "Ruan Ruan, hug me." "Ruan Ruan, why are you ignoring me again, boo hoo." In the interstellar era, strength is revered, and the 3S Lu Shinian is a strongman among strongmen. But he is ironically shackled by an atavistic phenomenon that uncontrollably appears every so often. Wolf ears that suddenly spring up, an extra tail, all do not match Commander Lu’s image. From then on, to maintain his cold and towering image, Su Ruan covers Commander Lu's little ears, continuously working hard! Star Network spread that Su Ruan publicly jilted Lu Shinian, embarrassing him, and she would surely be hated and despised by him. But later, at a certain graduation ceremony, someone saw the always abstinent and aloof Commander Lu pin Su Ruan against the wall, corners of his eyes red, his voice aggrieved, "Ruan Ruan, kiss me."

"Even in death, you won't escape from me." His voice was terrifying, but his deep blue eyes held affection and obsession. In this second chance at life, Selena Kensington was determined to break free from her past destiny. So, she willingly became the 'wife of a monster.' Rumor had it that the eldest grandson of the Norwood family was ruthless and violent, with countless murders attributed to him. He was said to be obsessively possessive and would go to great lengths to get anything he set his sights on. But Selena Kensington wasn't afraid of him, as she had seen the most terrifying side of him at her own grave. That man had stood by her grave, his eyes filled with emotions she couldn't comprehend as he said, "We were destined to be involved with each other." After her rebirth, at a banquet hosted by the Norwood family, the cold and noble man naturally bent down in front of his wife, gently massaging her slightly swollen heels, indulgently saying, "She's delicate and cares a lot about her appearance."

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

Ravencrest High looks like a prestigious boarding school, but the truth is far from that. Hidden from humans, it is a training ground for young vampires to master self-control. Humans are enrolled alongside them, because they think it’s just an elite academic program. In reality, their presence keeps the vampires in check, providing occasional feeding opportunities under strict supervision. With the humans completely unaware. Lyra Hale is a new transfer student, hoping for nothing more than a fresh start. She expected a normal school environment. Instead, she finds herself surrounded by students who are weird and secretive. Kieran Black is everything Ravencrest warns against. A high-ranking vampire from one of the oldest bloodlines, he doesn’t believe in the rules meant to keep vampires in line. He sees the humans not as protected guests, but as tempting puzzles, and he can’t resist the effect Lyra has on him from the first moment he notices her. Lyra doesn’t know the truth about the school, the vampires, or Kieran. While she tries to survive in the school, Kieran is drawn to her in ways he can’t fully control. With the school having so much unbendable rules, even the authority can’t be trusted. And the most dangerous person on campus might also be the only one willing to protect her. At Ravencrest, temptation is constant, and love may be the most dangerous mistake of all. `•`•`•|`•`•`•|`•`•`•|`•`•`• [Excerpt] Lyra was halfway down the east corridor, Ravencrest always felt different at night. She hugged her books closer to her chest and stopped when she turned a corner, someone stood at the end of the hall. One foot was propped up behind him, hands in his pockets, head slightly tilted. His eyes locked onto hers, dark and intense, like he had been waiting for her. The hallway suddenly felt smaller and tighter. “Kieran.” “You’re really good at pretending I don’t exist.” “Maybe because you keep showing up where you’re not supposed to be.” His eyes dropped to her lips for half a second before going back to her face. She took a step back as he stepped closer and she froze the second his hand closed over her wrist. Then just as her heart threatened to leap out of her chest, his thumb brushed against the delicate skin of her wrist. His touch sent a shock of warmth through her, a feeling she couldn’t quite figure out no matter how hard she tried. She tried to pull back, but before she could, he tugged her closer and suddenly, the space between them disappeared. Every instinct screamed to push him away, to step back, but she couldn’t. He was just too close. “Kieran…” she whispered, voice trembling. The faintest smirk tugging at the corner of his lips, and those enticing grey eyes that she felt drawn in every second she look at him, like gravity itself had shifted. The way he held her wrist and the way his thumb brushed against them, it was everything but safe. "What are you doing?" "I could kiss you." ***** Cover art is not mine. Full credit goes to the original creator.

One morning, Gu Tiantian wakes up to find her innocence gone—and her temper flaring. Every time she glares at him, cheeks flushed with outrage, Bai Chenyao cocks an eyebrow. “You don’t want this?” he asks, voice cool. “I never did!” she snaps. His only rule: her consent is optional; his desire is not. Cue Gu Tiantian’s inner scream: Then why even ask, you iceberg?! PS: A genius CEO with zero EQ VS. a lovable, scatter-brained clerk. He thinks courtship is a hostile takeover; she thinks love shouldn’t come with fine print. Sparks fly, clothes vanish, and the “free pie” she never ordered keeps biting back—hilariously, endlessly, deliciously.

After finishing a tragic novel where the villain is betrayed and killed by his own beast husbands, Li Wei does what any reasonable reader would do. He rants about the ending. Then he gets hit by a car. When he opens his eyes again, Li Wei finds himself inside that very novel, reborn as Su Ningyan, the future villain destined to walk a path of madness, war, and blood. Ten years before his fall. Ten years before his death. In the original story, Su Ningyan’s unstable phoenix beast core drives him toward forbidden power, turning him into a feared villain who ultimately dies at the hands of the men he loved most. This time, Li Wei refuses that fate. He will avoid the villian arc. He will heal his beast core. And he will stay far away from the four terrifying beast princes who will one day become his husbands. Unfortunately, fate has other plans. The academy meant to heal him becomes a battlefield of tension, rivalry, and instinctual bonds. The beast princes notice him far too early, and the more Su Ningyan tries to escape the plot, the tighter destiny coils around him. Because in a world ruled by beast bloodlines and ancient bonds, some connections cannot be severed only delayed. And the husbands who once killed him… may not be willing to let him go again. **** Excerpt Su Ningyan didn’t know where he was. At first, he thought he was dreaming. His body felt warm... too warm... and the scent in the air was unfamiliar, sharp and clean, like lightning after rain. He turned onto his side. And froze. A pair of golden dragon eyes stared back at him from inches away. The man was breathtaking. Long black hair spread across silk pillows, sharp features sculpted as if carved from jade. His presence alone pressed down on Su Ningyan’s chest, heavy and suffocating. His face went pale. “What the—” “You’re awake.” The man smiled faintly. Jun Haoxuan. Azure Dragon Clan. Future Beast King. And, according to the book, one of the men who would eventually become his husband. “Did you sleep well?” Jun Haoxuan asked calmly. Su Ningyan’s eye twitched. He was supposed to be avoiding them. So why was he waking up in the dragon prince’s bed?

Ashley Bloom was born into blood and power. As the only daughter of Matthias Bloom, the most powerful kingpin in the underworld, she grew up surrounded by loyalty, danger, and the unspoken rule that weakness meant death. But when her father is betrayed by his most trusted aide and assassinated in cold blood, Ashley’s world collapses overnight. The empire her father built begins to crumble. Rival families close in. Allies turn silent. Enemies circle like vultures. Now hunted and alone, Ashley has two choices: run… or rise. Determined to reclaim her father’s throne and expose the traitor who destroyed her family, she steps into a world that never believed she would lead. But she knows she cannot win a war this big on her own. There is only one man powerful enough to help her rebuild the Bloom empire. Terrence Walters. Young. Ruthless. Brilliant. Feared across the underworld. And her father’s greatest enemy. For years, Terrence and Matthias Bloom fought a silent war for dominance. Their names were never spoken in the same room without tension. But now fate forces Ashley to stand before the one man her father despised. When she proposes an alliance, Terrence studies her with cold amusement. “I can help you,” he says calmly. “But on one condition.”

[Warning: Mature Content R-18+] Ren, a world-class chef with a low tolerance for idiots, didn't plan on dying. She definitely didn't plan on waking up in a jungle where the men have ears, tails, and absolutely zero concept of personal space. Welcome to the Beast World, where "courtship" usually involves a dead carcass at your feet and a very direct sniff of your behind. Ren’s goal? Survival. The Beastmen’s goal? Breeding. Armed only with a cast-iron skillet and a Gourmet Hunter System that trolls her as much as it helps, Ren realizes she has a unique problem. Her cooking is so good it cures the beasts' "Feral Madness." The side effect? It makes them incredibly… frustrated. Now, she’s stuck with four apex predators who look at her like she’s the main course. Ren just wants to open a restaurant and introduce civilization to these savages. Unfortunately, they’re more interested in glazing her buns than the ones in the oven. Warning: Contains heavy comedy, shameless flirting, accidental flashing, and a slow burn that will leave you as thirsty as the male leads. ----- Excerpt: "Put that down!" Ren shrieked, wielding her spatula like a sword. Kael, the massive White Tiger beastman, froze. He was currently naked, gloriously muscular, and holding her lace underwear between two sharp claws like it was a delicate flower. "This," Kael grumbled, sniffing the fabric deeply, "smells like you. But why is it so small? It covers nothing. Is this a courting gift?" "It’s a thong, you over-sized house cat! Give it back!" "No," Kael growled low in his throat, his golden eyes darkening with heat as he stepped closer, backing her into the kitchen counter. "If you want it back, you’ll have to take it from me. Preferably with your teeth." [System Notification: The Target 'Kael' has entered Mating Heat. Recommended Action: Run... or appease the beast.] Ren looked at the system screen, then at the eight-pack abs in front of her. "I hate this world." ** Let's Connect: Instagram: dolly_.roma Discord: DollyRoma#7887

In 2026, Rynessa Hale is human. Or so she believes. Who would have guessed a casual girl’s trip would lead her to a forbidden antique mirror etched with an inscription no one dared to read out loud? The moment she does, her life shatters. She awakens chained in a prison that breathes magic, trapped in a world not of the past nor the future, but a realm erased from human history. AETHERIS. Like they called it. A world ruled by power, hierarchy and bloodline. Every being had a rank. Every being…except Aethryn Veylthorn . Feared, outcast and exiled, Aethryn is a solitary force of destruction whose magic bends reality itself. His hair and eyes shift with emotions, and his power defies classification. His domain, avoided even by gods. Rynessa wasn’t supposed to exist in his world, yet the ancient mirror responded to her blood. Her arrival awakens dormant forces, shatters ancient seals, and pulls Aethryn into a fate he has spent centuries resisting. Their bond is forbidden. Their attraction is dangerous. And together, they could either save Aetheris…or bring doom to it.

Kayla is busy thinking for a way to make herself powerful. That way she could return to the Winter Clans who by the way is waiting for her arrival. She's minding her own business when suddenly, a man, who seems to be her age, appeared out of nowhere and called her his. She gave him a confuse look. The handsome stranger just chuckle and gave her a wink. This made Kayla stand up, roll her eyes, and walk away to the tavern. 'Great, now I'll have to find another place to eat.' "Eh? Hey wait! Please! I have something to say!" the stranger called out as he chased after her.

(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.

There are no women left in the werewolf world. At least, that's what the packs tell themselves. The world is ruled by wolves. And wolves have no queens. Female werewolves are extinct—erased by time, war, or something worse. No one dares to speak of them. No one remembers how they looked. No one *survived* them. Except her. Raised as a mistake. Hidden like a curse. She bound her chest in bloody cloth and learned to walk with a limp so they wouldn't see her hips. She spoke in growls and spit like the boys. She pissed in the dirt and pretended not to bleed. Her grandfather called her deformed. Said she was sick. A freak. Told her if the pack ever found out what she really was, they’d rip her to shreds. And she believed him. Until the night of her first shift—when her bones broke and reformed into something unmistakably *female*. Now, the secret she was told would kill her becomes the reason she's sold. Five alphas. Five monsters in human skin. Rulers of a vicious, dying pack. They've been waiting their entire lives for something like her. Something to fuck. Something to breed. Something to chain. Now exposed as the only living female werewolf, she is captured and sold like livestock—delivered to five ruthless alphas who rule by claw and blood. Five rivals who see her as salvation and property. A walking womb to breed a new generation. Their personal apocalypse in fragile flesh. But they made one mistake. They thought she was prey. But she is not fragile. She is fire. She is hunger. She is vengeance wrapped in curves and teeth. They want her on her knees. She’ll bring them to theirs. By the time their lust turns lethal and their unity rots into war, she’ll have made them hers—or burned them to the fucking ground. She’ll let them fight over her. She’ll let them touch, taste, even claim her. She’ll feed their obsession until it rots into madness. Then she’ll twist their lust into rage—and tear their precious pack apart from the inside. One kiss at a time. One betrayal at a time. One body at a time. She was born to be their ruin.

Ananya lives in silence, Aarav carries broken dreams— two strangers meeting at the same point of pain. This is a love story that understands silence before words. A love that breaks the heart first… and then teaches it how to live.

"Since you already know my secret, why don't you be my mate for the season? And I'll fulfill all your wildest desires." The alluring, and tempting words coming from that handsome man sounded like a once-in-a-lifetime offer. Too bad they came from the one man she couldn't stand... her boss! He was the same man who had stolen her promotion and was giving her a headache. So when she heard such insane words, Isabelle Han couldn’t help but wonder if he had a few loose screws in his head. Not that that would be the strangest thing about him. Not after she discovered his 'secret'. She looked at him... the flush on his face, and the infatuation he suddenly held towards her... And she frowned. "I think I'm better off exposing your little secret." She hated him. **** Isabelle Han worked her whole life for a promotion, only to watch it get snatched by a smug, mysterious, and handsome newcomer who thinks he's above the rules. He's her new boss and an infuriatingly perfect guy. But after one late-night argument and an accidental kiss… he suddenly got fox ears and she discovered his secret. He wants her silence and she wants her promotion. But when office politics turn personal and sparks start flying, Isabelle realizes that keeping her cool around her 'beast' of a boss might be the hardest assignment she's ever had. Now bound to a fox beastman who claims she’s his destined mate, Isabelle swears she won’t fall for him. But in a world ruled by power, pride, and desire… even beauty might not be able to resist her beast.

-No rape.- The Alpha King was meant to produce a male heir. An alpha destined to be crowned the next ruler of Lunareth, the true Alpha of the Royal Pack. Instead, he had a daughter. From the moment she could understand it, Lynsandra knew her fate was never to rule, only to be given away. No matter her efforts, no matter her worth, she was not what the pack needed. So she left. She fled the Royal Pack, her father’s shadow, and the life chosen for her—only to learn that the world beyond was no kinder. Betrayed by the man she believed loved her, Lynsandra learned firsthand how easily devotion is taken for granted, and how little protection love truly offers. “Just look at you! You’re so dull, so boring! No man would want someone like you!” Lynsandra scoffed. “Watch me.” Two years later, the Royal Pack announces an Alpha Selection. Men from across the continent arrive with one goal: Lynsandra. To stand at her side, they must submit to an unconventional final trial. One that binds them not as suitors, but as something far more dangerous. The Luna’s Harem. Some come to dominate her. Some come driven by greed and ambition. Others enter for reasons of their own. None of them are prepared for what it truly means to stand beside her. In a world that never believed a she-wolf could be an alpha, Lynsandra is done proving herself and fully prepared to show them what power truly looks like.