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One-Shot Transmigration: Sorry I'm Here To Ruin Your Happy Ever After

[Mass release November 1st] Kim Min-jae thought he was just borrowing his sister’s new gothic romance novel. Instead, he wakes up as Kaizar Amagi, the man who ruins everything for the novel’s beloved heroine. In the original story, Kaizar is a ruthless schemer who marries Duke Meical Vukasin, the heroine’s destined partner, purely to destroy her. He dies hated and alone. But Min-jae isn’t planning to die for anyone’s plot. If he’s stuck as the homewrecker, he’s going to be the best damn homewrecker this world has ever seen. He plays his part flawlessly: charming Meical, dismantling the heroine’s plans, and smiling sweetly as she loses everything she holds dear. What he doesn’t expect is for Meical to fall for him for real or for the story to reveal a hidden BL route that was never in the book his sister read. Now, in a world of revenge, lies, and dangerous passion, Kaizar isn’t just ruining the heroine’s fairytale ending… he’s rewriting the entire story as his own. Weekly Challenge: 60 PS = 1 Bonus Chapter 110 PS = 2 Bonus Chapters 150 PS = 3 Bonus Chapters 200 PS = 5 Bonus Chapters Gifts: Luxury Car = 1 Extra Chapter Dragon = 2 Extra Chapters Magic Castle = 5 Extra Chapters Monthly: 100 GT = 2 Bonus Chapters 200 GT = 5 Bonus Chapters More tags #Mpreg #MarriedForRevengeStayedForLove #TooGayToDiePlot #WifumaterialWithViolence #HesGotABigBick #TouchHimAndDieEnergy #GayAndPlotting
Scone_ · 219.9k Views

Claimed By My Ex-Boyfriend's Mom (GL)

BOOK WARNING: EXTREMELY EXPLICIT - 18+ ONLY THERE IS; HIGH-HEAT LESBIAN SMUT CONTAINED, FREQUENT AND GRAPHICALLY DETAILED SEX SCENE "Who does this pussy belong to, baby?" Riley's body was on fire, heat slicking down her thigh as she tried to answer but Valentine's tongue was sucking hard on her clit, "Say it!" Valentine grunt, sliding a third finger in Riley as she kept on sucking hard on her clit. "Ahh," Riley moaned, fisting a palm on her hair as she arched her back so bad that it hurts. "You mommy," she sobs, Valentine fingering and sucking her clean, "This pussy belongs only to mommy," she cried out, her body on fire as Valentine tongue was ruining her pussy lips, ~~~~~ One betrayal. One nightclub. One look from the most dangerous woman alive and Riley's life wasn't the same. When Riley Harper, the shy college freshman, catches her boyfriend in bed with her little sister, she runs straight into an exclusive club, and straight into the arms of Valentine Sloane; her Ex- Boyfriend's Mother. Valentine doesn't seduce, she claims and when Riley walks straight into her, she stakes her claim on her. One moment Riley is broken and lost, the next moment she’s on her knees in a penthouse worth more than her entire life, whispering “yes, mummy,” like it’s the only word she was ever meant to say. But what happens when the ex husband, the tabloids and the entire world tries to tear them apart? Will Riley run away or let Valentine consume her soul forever. NOTE: If you want soft or Vanilla this is not for you. Remember; detailed oral, fingering, strap play, power exchange, orgasm control, etc.) • Extreme possessive/obsessive behavior.
Nannynanny · 4.6k Views

I was Kidnapped for Revenge by a Ruthless Alpha

[MATURE CONTENT] SEXUALLY EXPLICIT CONTENT. Eighteen years ago, blood stained the halls of the Full Moon Gala. The Vampires came slaughtering nearly every wolf shifter at the gala, including the visiting royal family. Blood drenched the earth, and when the carnage ended. Prince Ambrose, soaked in the screams of his people, he rose from the ashes with a single vow: Blood for blood. Eighteen years later, Ambrose is now Alpha King, ruthless, unyielding, and revered by his pack. But his thirst for vengeance never dulled. His target? Princess Odette. Odette isn’t a delicate doll. She’s fire wrapped in silk. Born of power, and unafraid to destroy. Raised by the very monsters that broke him. Ambrose wants to break her. But this princess doesn't break easily. Captured. Kidnapped. Claimed. The girl he wanted to destroy becomes the woman he can’t stop watching. Touching. Needing. Their bond is dangerous. Twisted. Forbidden. Can love be born of vengeance? What if a terrifying and dangerous threat rises from the shadows? Can a millennia long blood feud be overcome or will they destroy themselves before the enemy even has a chance? Ex: “I missed how you talked back. I can smell the fire burning inside you. Your arousal. It’s strong. Now be a good girl and lie still.” He requested with what sounded like a polite tone but was really just a cover for his sick twisted thrill. “You don’t smell shit from me.” I was getting angry. I know he probably has armed my collar again or I’d throw him across the room and untie myself, give him a piece of my mind. But another part of me. Some twisted sick masochist piece of me wanted to find out how the game was played. He quickly closed the distance between us, reaching to tie the blindfold over me. The minute my vision darkened alarms rang in my head. Every sense was heightened. It was intense and overpowering. “Ever been touched here, by man?” I shook my heads no. He lifted his hand from my skin, and that’s when I realized I’d been holding my breath. He moved to my stomach. “How about here?” I shook my head no. he was driving me crazy, my skin was screaming for more, despite my better judgement, I also wanted more. His warm gentle touch sent a ripple of heat rolling down my back. I desperately wanted to know what yes would mean. My heart was thundering. The pit in my stomach became and ache between my legs. And then hot, soft lips crashed into mine, stealing my breath, it was anything but gentle. It was violent, all consuming, and possessive. Something twisted in me, I opened my mouth like a weak idiot and let him in. Let his tongue explore my mouth. I gave in completely surrendering to him. “You taste far better than I expected.” He sounded almost as breathless as me. I could hear his heart pounding just like mine. He touched my neck next. I nodded yes. Not just because it was true, but because I wanted it. I shouldn’t want it, but I did. Desperately. I wanted to feel the touch of his lips again. And my wish was granted. He bit into my neck softly first and started sucking and kissing on me. A moan escaped me, one I didn’t see coming. The bite at first hurt, but the sucking on my neck eased the pain, sending a jolt of pleasure through me. ***Authors Note: I am not quitting the book, updates our sporadic as I settle in to my new home, check comments in new chapters for updated pictures of our new safe home!***
devonany · 282.4k Views

Rule No 1: Don't fall for the Alpha

“Ride,” he rasped, the command guttural, his voice edged with something more beast than man. I obeyed—or maybe I didn’t have a choice. My body jolted as he held me steady and forced me to bounce, his cock hitting me harder with every brutal shift. If we hadn’t been clothed, I would’ve been lost—driven completely mad. Each thrust stole my breath, my moans turning ragged, torn from me like confessions I couldn’t control. I no longer cared who caught us. Then his mouth claimed my neck, teeth grazing first—almost tender—before they sharpened into something inhuman. I felt the sting, the pressure, the puncture. Pain lanced hot and merciless, colliding with pleasure until I couldn’t tell where one ended and the other began. Soon, I couldn’t tell pain from pleasure. I cried out, my scream breaking raw into the night. “Stop!” I gasped, but he didn’t stop—he sank deeper, his bite tightening, his cock grinding harder, as if my protest only fed the hunger thrumming through him. And then—suddenly—the night split open with a sound so raw, so otherworldly, it froze me in place. It came again. A howl. Long. Piercing. Primal. Dangerous. Damning. It shattered everything. The heat in my veins froze. My body stiffened in his arms. The sound wasn’t human-made—it couldn’t be. It echoed through the garage, bouncing off the concrete, vibrating in my bones. Lucien stilled too, his teeth pulling from my skin, his gaze shifting toward the darkness. Another howl cut through the silence, sharper, louder, haunting. My breath hitched. My chest locked so tight I could barely draw air. I’d never heard anything like it in this city—except that night at Lucien’s home. But then, the howl had been gentler. Now, they sounded close to madness, half agony, half fury. This wasn’t my imagination. I knew it with chilling certainty.
Miraharlson · 1.1m Views