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My Husband Died in Every Life Except This One

She has died for him nine times. In every past life, Seol Areum loved the same man — cold, brilliant, and utterly unreachable. A crown prince. A warlord. A nameless soldier. A ruthless CEO. Different faces, same soul. And in every single life, she watched him die in her arms... or worse, watched him forget her entirely. Now she's back. Again. Reincarnated into the body of a disgraced noble's daughter in a kingdom on the brink of war — and he is here too. Prince Kaien. The most feared man in the empire, with eyes like winter and a heart locked behind walls she's spent nine lifetimes trying to break. He doesn't remember her. He never does. But this time, something is different. Because this time — he's looking at her first. And this time, Seol Areum isn't going to cry, sacrifice herself, or let fate win. She's going to be selfish. She's going to be ruthless. She's going to make him fall so deeply that even death won't be able to take him from her. But the closer she gets to breaking his walls... the more she realizes the truth behind all nine of her deaths. It was never fate. Someone has been killing her — on purpose. "I have loved you across nine lives and watched you forget me every time. This is the last time I will be the one to break. In this life, I choose myself — until the moment you choose me too." — A story about love that transcends lives, a woman who refuses to be a sacrifice, and a man slowly remembering a soul he was never meant to forget.
Silver_Rain_ · 28.2k Views

Rebirth: Beasts Bound

[Warning: Mature content R - 18+) "You want us Master?” Ryker murmured, his voice low and dangerous as he stepped closer. Azrael’s fingers trailed fire up my exposed thighs, slow and deliberate. I exhaled sharply, my cheeks burning under their combined heat. Veyra’s lips brushed teasing kisses along the edges of mine, soft yet claiming. I arched instinctively as Thyrian’s hand slid to my nape, his mouth pressing gentle, reverent bites that sent shivers racing down my spine. “Who’s your favorite?” they demanded in unison, voices thick with hunger. I moaned softly, words trembling out: “I love all of you.” ****************** I walked in on my fiancée fucking my stepsister. I demanded answers, but instead was met by a blade to the heart. Death should have been the end. Instead, I woke up trapped inside the novel I’d devoured, reincarnated as the villainess doomed to die at the hands of her four ruthless male consorts. Ryker (fox). Azrael (Demon). Veyra (succubus). Thyrian (Merman). Powerful. Possessive. Lethal. Each one helped orchestrate her execution in the original story. Now the rules are clear if I want to survive this twisted world: Make my consorts fall desperately in love with me. Never draw the attention of the untouchable female lead. But stealing their hearts means claiming everything that was hers power, devotion, desire. She’s divine, adored, invincible. I’m hunted, despised, clinging to the lowest rank. Every touch ignites obsession. Every kiss hides a threat. Every whispered “mine” could be my salvation… or my undoing. Can a villainess rewrite her fate and keep four dangerous men wrapped around her finger? Or will their love consume me before I even survive the first season? == Strictly reverse harem, so Female lead gets all of them CONNECT WITH ME ON INSTAGRAM @beckybee293.
Becky_b · 131.4k Views

Pregnant With The Mafia Lord's Heir After One Night

{MATURE. DARK ROMANCE, MAFIA, YOU KNOW WHAT TO EXPECT IN MAFIA! BLOOD, GORE, ASSUALT. THE ROMANCE ISN'T DARK BUT THE THEME IS DARK. BE WARNED!} His hand pressed flat against the door before I could pull it open, and the warmth of him at my back made every nerve in my body go completely still. "You are the mother of my child and you belong to me," he murmured against my ear, his voice so quiet that made me shiver, "and every breath you take on this island exists because I allow it." His hand moved from the door to my jaw, tilting my face up toward his with a gentleness that made me gulp. "So tell me, my beautiful wife — where exactly do you think you're going?" I had no answer and a knowing smile pulled on his lips. *** Elsie Miller’s simple life unravels the moment she discovers she is pregnant with no memory of how it happened. In a small town where reputation is worth more than truth, her parents choose to erase the scandal the only way they know how—by selling her to a man old enough to be her grandfather to settle a crushing debt she never knew they had. She had accepted her fate and was ready to endure the wedding, but before the vows could be spoken, the church doors burst open and Salvatore Vitale—the most feared Mafia Lord in the underworld, known only as The Saint—strode in, put a bullet in her groom’s head without breaking his stride, and told the priest to continue the ceremony. Then his dark eyes found hers across the blood-soaked aisle, and he spoke the words that rewrote her entire future. "I’ve been searching for you. Mother of my child." Taken to Salvatore’s private island, Elsie is thrust into a brutal empire built on blood oaths and ruthless power. To his enemies, The Saint is a whispered legend. To his empire, he is untouchable. But to Elsie, he is the stranger tied to a night she cannot remember, the father of her unborn child, and the dangerously possessive man who has claimed her as his own. Surrounded by those who see her as unworthy and a discarded fiancée who will stop at nothing to reclaim what she believes is rightfully hers, Elsie quickly learns that mercy does not exist in Salvatore’s world. Power is law, loyalty is enforced, and weakness is hunted without hesitation. force marriage Possessive mmc Captivity Pregnancy
Um_Royhan · 21.9k Views

Be The Anchor To My Striker

After a simple extraction mission, Kenneth makes a dire mistake that wipes out his entire team. Left alone and bleeding out, Kenneth has no choice but to pray to a higher being in hopes of getting a second chance at life. Luckily for him, his prayers are answered as he finds himself in the body of a man who has the same name as him! Now, faced with a strange world he is unfamiliar with, all he can do is follow the previous owners' wishes to enter the infamous military academy Toleran and become a renowned Anchor. The problem is finding a Striker to pair with. In comes Lucien Saint-James, the captain of the third division and a high-class Striker with whom he has the highest compatibility. The problem is, whenever Lucien is around, he gets this uncontrollable urge to bring him to his knees, not to mention that he doesn’t care for his arrogant attitude either. Now, Kenneth faces a dilemma. If he ever hopes to make it out of this academy alive and realize the dreams of the original Kenneth, he will have to suck up his pride and learn to hide his urges if he wants to make it out in one piece. Oh, and did he mention he had to deal with monsters and mystical beasts too?! ****************************************** Excerpt: “Kiss me.” Kenneth blinked. “What—“ “You heard me. Do it. Now.” Anger flashed in his eyes yet his body moved before his brain could tell him to stop. He reached for the Striker and their lips met. Kenneth poured his energy into Lucien, filling the barren pit inside his mind, giving him enough juice to keep going. The two pulled away, and Lucien’s steely eyes met his, holding him in place. “You always look like you hate anchoring me, but then you get that blissful look on your face that screams ‘I want more’. It’s cute.” Kenneth felt an unbearable urge to slap the smug smile off his face. But since now wasn’t the time to commit acts of violence against his pair. He held himself back. He would deal with him properly later. “Eat shit, captain.” Was all he said before sending him off. ****** A guideverse story with a little twist, hot and cold romance with a whole lot of slow burn (emphasis on burn because the MC refuses to admit his feelings, the stubborn fool). TW: Trauma, survival’s guilt, and violence
NSCHAN · 415.5k Views