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“That mark on your neck..” he began “No one, must know about the bond between us.” Adina looked at him, startled. “W-what?” “You will cover your neck everyday. You will live as you have and you will never speak of what happened yesterday. I will never acknowledge you as my mate. Never.” Her eyes glistened with unshed tears. “Why? Why did you mark me if you didn’t want me?” “If I had a choice, I wouldn’t even look at you.” He stepped closer, the cold in his eyes crueler than anything she’d ever seen. “Do you really think I’d choose you? A murderer?” His lip curled. “You killed your Alpha’s heir. Do you think anyone would want that as a mate?” ~~~~~ Framed for killing her Alpha’s pup. Adina is stripped off her title, and sold as a slave. Adina was once Luna of her pack, now she’s chained and sent to the most feared ruler in the realm. Thorne Vargan Rhukor, the cursed Lycan King. A beast whispered about in nightmares. A killer who murdered his own mate and fed her remains to vultures. But when their eyes meet, everything changes. A forgotten bond ignites. A prophecy stirs. And the King who vowed to never love again… wants her. In a world of beasts, bargains, and betrayal… how much is a soul really worth?

"Why are you shy?" Charles's husky voice sounded after I quickly pulled on my robe. "It's not like I haven't seen you naked before." His breath was warm against my ear. I closed my eyes and tried to control my raging hormones. How could I tell him that I was shy because I was his brother's girlfriend? When did he get so close? "You should never be shy, Cara." His lips brushed my ear. "You should let me worship you." ******** I just wanted to play a little prank. Now I'm playing with fire. After an embarrassing fall, I wake up in the hospital with my boyfriend's brother by my side instead of my boyfriend. So I do what any sensible girl would do: I claim I've lost my memory. How was I supposed to know my boyfriend was waiting for an excuse to parade my best friend around as his true love? Now I'm stuck. I can't remember "my boyfriend," so I can't confront Edward. What is most baffling, is his older brother. My no-nonsense, Icy veined boss, Charles has decided to play along. He's acting as my boyfriend, and he's taking the role very seriously. Too seriously. His hands linger. His eyes follow me. Knowing what I know, why does his attention feel so good? Why am I starting to wish I actually lost my memory?

Cheng Xiao has worked for Xu Kai as his secretary for 7 years, but lately she feels that she has moved away from her goal. Applied for a designing position but was hired as his secretary. She decides that it is time to follow her dream and plans to quit, but Mr. Xu has gotten too used and won't allow her to leave him. He realizes that he has been in love with her and plans to make her his.

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.

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.

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.

[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

I woke up as an extra in a famous novel. Before I could even panic, a system window appeared. [Mission: Confess to Myles Cortez.] [Favorability: -10] [Time Remaining: 30 minutes] [Penalty: Death] Myles Cortez, the final villain of the story. Apparently, if I want to live, I have to seduce him. Easy, right? ... Wrong. "You think you can back out now?" His fingers tightened behind my head, eyes dark. "Blake, you confessed to me every day with that smile." ...I may have seduced him a little too well.

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.”

Framed for poisoning Lila (her sister) at the full-moon feast, Elena lost everything in one night. Her name, her pack, her future. The Shadowpine alphas sentenced her to death by exile. They chained her and shipped her north as tribute to the Blackthorn brothers; three feral lycan kings whose wolves had already started turning rogue. Darius, Kane, and Rylan Blackthorn rule the Frostfang territories with blood on their hands. Twenty years ago their father raped a witch’s daughter. The curse that followed branded the brothers: without a true fated mate their wolves would drive them mad in six months and force them to slaughter every living thing in the North. Elena is that mate. The second she steps into their hall the bond snaps tight. They knot her that same night, hard and without mercy, because the curse leaves them no choice. What starts as captivity turns into something darker. Elena carries latent alpha blood her pack hid from her. The bond wakes it. She learns to shift just enough to command their wolves when they lose control. She learns to want the violence they offer. She stops fighting the heat and starts using it. She walks back into Shadowpine with the brothers at her back and slits her father’s throat herself. ============================ The witch returns demanding Elena’s firstborn as payment. Pregnancy nearly kills her. Rival packs smell weakness and march north. Through it all the three alphas stay possessive, brutal, and unapologetic. They never soften into safe men. Elena never asks them to. She chooses them because they are the only ones strong enough to stand beside the queen she becomes. Knotted by the Three Feral Alphas is dark reverse-harem lycan romance that stays dark. No redemption arcs that erase the teeth. Just one woman who rises from chained prisoner to ruler of the frozen North while three cursed kings knot her, fight for her, and burn the world that tried to break her. WARNING!! MATURE AND 18+ CONTENT! THIS BOOK CONTAINS BRAVE NUDITY AND VOILENCE! VIEWER DESCRIPTION IS ADVISED!!! This book contains mature and potentially distressing scenes which are intended for adult readers only. It is not suitable for person under the age of 18. You will come across depictions of Graphic sexual content, Knotting, psychological manipulation and emotional abuse, grief, trauma and PTSD. Power imbalance and captivity, Domestic abuse These scenes are intentionally created and are necessary to the characters' journeys.

[WARNING: Host 'Ryker' Compatibility detected at 0.00%.] ​“A zero? Then what am I supposed to do when the world ends?” “Die, I suppose.” ​The System branded Ryker as absolute trash. But a 0.00% compatibility didn't mean he was weak it just meant he wasn’t meant to play this game as a human. ​To survive the initial slaughter, Ryker steals the persona of his charismatic best friend, wearing his kindness like a mask. It fools everyone except ...Cassian ,his friend's legendary older brother. One of the wealthiest, most stunningly beautiful elites in the city, Cassian has a magnetic aura that effortlessly draws the world to him. ​But Cassian is brilliant at reading people. The moment he catches a glitch in Ryker's stolen warmth, a disturbing suspicion takes root. Sensing an unexplainable, hidden evil, Cassian grows wary of the boy who shouldn't even be alive. Yet, the closer Cassian tries to look through the mask, the deeper Ryker traps him in a web of dark, toxic obsession. ​Let the humans fight for their levels. Ryker’s true evolution only triggers once his heart stops beating. He will mimic the living, command the dead, and rewrite the rules of the game from his throne. ​The human era is over. Let the Evolution begin.

"Oh... Daddy..." I moaned in loss, while he monitored my body's reaction with terrifying focus. He leaned his head toward my ear and whispered with a voice full of promise: "Do you think you're finished, Julie? Tonight, I'm going to make you scream my name until your voice loses the ability to come out... I'm going to teach you what it means to belong to me." His fingers moved inside me with devilish skill; he inserted two fingers together deep into my pussy, opening them and moving them with a delicious cruelty, while his thumb ground my clit in fast, frantic circular motions. "Daddy... I'm going to squirt again... please!" I screamed in a daze, feeling the fourth ecstasy exploding from the depths of my womb and crawling toward my limbs like a wildfire. Robert didn't ease the pressure; instead, he increased the speed of his fingers inside me until the fourth shudder hit me like a hurricane. My body stiffened completely, my back arching until I almost broke, and I let out a long, resounding scream as I began to squirt my fluids profusely like never before. My fluids were gushing out, drenching his hand and the marble of the vanity, while his fingers were still inside me, increasing the violence of the ecstasy and making it last even longer. I was panting like a madwoman, my eyes clouded and seeing nothing, while Robert watched my collapse with a cold, triumphant smile. He didn't withdraw his fingers immediately; instead, he let me shudder as I reached my peak. Then, he leaned toward me and whispered in my ear in a husky voice: "Four times, Julie... and your body is still begging for more from Daddy, isn't it?" ___________________ I'm Julie Michael I went with my father to a luxurious restaurant in New York, but I never left with him.My father sold me to a mafia king who owns a VIP club that rents out girls only to politicians and celebrities. On a lower floor of a world that doesn’t exist on any map, The girls are imprisoned in royal suites, prepared solely to please the clients, with no hope of escape. I was sold to Robert Cross, a billionaire who buys people for the joy of breaking them.But I refuse to break under his hands. In Robert Cross’s world, everything has a price tag. I was his most expensive purchase, and I intend to be his most dangerous mistake. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~ - "You bought my body, but you will not buy my submission," Julie spat. Robert leaned in, his voice a dark hiss: "Commodities don't need to like their masters, Julie... It’s enough that I took a liking to you and bought you, sweetheart." ______________ Adult content only Dark Romance Twisted

The mad vampire has broken countless humans. He never expected one to break him back. Hiln never meant to catch a vampire lord's attention. Disguised as a servant, and working in the shadows of a castle filled with monsters, all she wanted was to survive long enough to save her dying father. It almost works, until she is discovered by none other than the one Lord no one dares to cross. But Hiln is more than she appears. And when he pushes her to the edge of despair, an ancient force in her veins chains the most feared vampire in the realm to her will. Now he is bound to her, and the craving he feels for her blood, her body, and the woman who should be his victim, is slowly driving him mad. In a world built on power and cruelty, two enemies are about to discover that the line between hatred and desire is thin. She was supposed to be his prey. Instead, she became his obsession. More tags include: #grovellingML #obsessedML #yearningML #agegap #powercouple #fantasy #psychological #horror #adventure #magic #smut #darkromance

‘’Fuck, Vivi.’’ Roman cursed under his breath, his pupil dilating as he inched closer to me. ‘’Look at me.’’ He commanded, gripping my chin upwards till I was staring into his ocean blue eyes, my vision blurry. ‘’Roman I—‘’ A sharp gasp escaped my lips as Maddox hand slid into my opening. I moaned, arching my chest forward as Cassian and Rhys each took my boobs in their mouth, licking, suckling and biting at the tip of my nipples. My breath hung in my throat, my body trembling uncontrollably. Roman’s lips were suddenly on my ear, his breath fanning my neck. ‘’Say it, Vivi.’’ I shut my eyes tight, shame, embarrassment and desperation clawing at my chest. ‘’Say it.’’ Roman pressed. ‘’Say—‘’ ‘’Fuck me!’’ I blurted out, my voice barely a whisper. ‘’I want to be fucked by all four of you, Please…’’ ————— Vivienne Thorne thought sexual deprivation was the worst her marriage could offer. Then her husband, Alpha Roman Thorne, demanded an open marriage. When she refused, he brought in his triplet brothers. Overbearing. Infuriating. Impossible to ignore. She hates them to the core. Unfortunately, her body doesn’t. Every glance, every brush of skin, sends heat she can’t control. But the Crescent Moon Pack is under attack, and the Moon Goddess has other plans. Vivienne is about to learn why she was made Luna and why resisting the Thorne brothers might cost her everything.

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. "Be my mate." DISCLAIMER: The cover does not belong to me, if you would like it to be taken down, a simple request will suffice.

Five years ago, Nina Hale lost everything… her family, her reputation, and the man she once loved. Betrayed by her own sister and abandoned by those she trusted most, she disappeared without a trace. Now she’s back. With a new identity and a burning determination, Nina is ready to reclaim her life and chase the dream she once gave up: becoming a star actress. But her return awakens old enemies, and her scheming sister Lydia is determined to ruin her again. Just when Nina thinks things can’t get worse, she’s caught in another trap… and unexpectedly crosses paths with a quiet, lonely little boy. Ethan Grant hasn’t spoken in years. Feeling responsible for him, Nina agrees to stay and help the child come out of his shell. But she didn’t expect Ethan’s dangerously charming father, Lucas Grant, to enter the picture. Cold, powerful, and impossible to read, Lucas slowly finds himself drawn to the woman who brightens his son’s world. What begins as a simple act of kindness soon turns into something far more complicated, because Nina came back for revenge. She never planned to fall in love. ********** “I shouldn’t be here,” Nina whispered, even as she stayed rooted in place. Lucas stepped closer, slow and deliberate, his presence closing the distance between them. “Then why are you?” Her breath hitched when his fingers brushed hers—light, almost accidental, but it lingered. “This isn’t part of the deal.” “Maybe it should be.” His gaze dropped to her lips, dark and intent. “You don’t even like me,” she said, though her voice softened. “That’s not the problem.” “Then what is?” He leaned in, close enough for his voice to turn low, intimate. “That I want you anyway.” “Lucas…” Her hand pressed lightly against his chest, but she didn’t push him away. His eyes held hers, unwavering. “Use me, Nina.”

[Mature Content. Dark Romance. Drama.] What would you do if your loving husband returned home with his secret second family? That is exactly what happens to Claudia Hoffman. Her happily married life is torn asunder when she comes home to her husband's mistress, her abusive half-sister Clarissa and their daughter. Claudia's own daughter, Aurora, is then pushed down the stairs, and Claudia is framed for the attempted murder of her own daughter. Desperate to clear her name and protect her comatose daughter, Claudia is forced to seek help from the psychiatrist assigned to her case—her devil of an ex, Ray Gatlin, the man she left on bitter terms. Ray is cold, calculating, and dangerously powerful, a certified sociopath with immense wealth, influence, and a decade-old grudge against the woman who once humiliated him. He agrees to help her, but only if she signs a “pet contract” that binds her to him, granting the devil complete control, even over her own body. With no other choice, Claudia signs that insane contract . Now trapped in a dangerous bargain with the man she once loved, she must navigate a twisted game of revenge, obsession, and lingering desire. But as old emotions resurface and buried truths unravel, she discovers something far more terrifying: Ray may have had a hand in her downfall. Can she thaw the heart of a devil and prove her innocence,
Or will she lose herself to the contract she signs? * Commissioned cover art by @durudara Follow and contact me on Instagram: @foreverpupa *

One night. One betrayal. One ruthless savior. In a single night, Evelyn Meyers went from the city’s Golden Heiress to a homeless outcast. Her fiancé didn’t just break her heart, he shattered her world. Framed by her best friend and waking up in the bed of a cold-blooded stranger, Evelyn’s nightmare was only beginning. Her grandmother is dead. Her father is behind bars. And the only man who can save her is the one she should fear most. "Sign the contract, Evelyn. Become my wife, and I will give you the heads of everyone who wronged you." The deal is simple: Vengeance in exchange for her freedom. He offers her a throne built on the ruins of her enemies,. He is ruthless. He is possessive. And he is the only one who can help her burn the world down. But as Evelyn navigates the path of revenge, she discovers that her husband’s love might be more dangerous than her enemies’ hate.

★DARK ROMANCE★ ^WARNING 18+,^ In a world dominated by organized crime and ruthless power struggles, a tangled web of trauma, revenge, and forbidden passion unfolds. Katya Volkov, the stunning but vulnerable daughter of the Russian Mafia's feared right-hand man, has endured a childhood of unrelenting brutality and neglect. Growing up, Katya was repeatedly tormented by her father's resentment, leaving her emotionally shattered and unloved. However, Katya's life was about to take a much darker turn. Romeo Salvatore, a name that was both feared and respected, emerged from the shadows. His traumatic past has left an indelible mark on his soul, rendering him cold and detached. Seeking retribution, Romeo launches a daring invasion of the Volkov's heavily guarded estate. He captures both Katya and her abusive father, subjecting them to merciless torture. Convinced of Katya's complicity in her father's heinous crimes, Romeo executes her father and condemns Katya to a life of hellish slavery. Yet, as time passes, the boundaries between captor and captive begin to blur. Katya and Romeo find themselves inexorably drawn into a forbidden bond, igniting a fiery passion that threatens to consume them both. Torn between his thirst for revenge and his burgeoning desire for Katya, Romeo is forced to confront the darkness within himself, would he be consumed by lust, passion and possibly love or would he stay loyal with his beliefs. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~This story is an enemies to lover type so don't expect all fluff and rainbows. ~Weak to strong female ~ML is ruthless, don't expect him to be a saint. ~No rape ~humours, laugher, tears and blush. ~ And lastly, this story is not for the weak hearted~