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Help! All the Male Leads are Obsessed with Me! (BL)

Omegaverse## Kaelith thought his life was over when his machine blinked its last light, his step-sister’s novel still in his hands. Dying while reading a love story: wasn’t that just cruel irony? He never even had the chance to experience love himself. But death wasn’t the end—it was a reset. When Kael opened his eyes, he wasn’t in a hospital or some afterlife. He was inside the world of very book he had just finished, a world ruled by Alphas, where Omegas were expected to submit, and vampires lurked in the shadows of power. And him? He was a nobody. A character that wasn’t meant to exist. But worse than that, he was an Omega, born into a prestigious Alpha family that saw his existence as a stain. Hidden from the world by a father who refused to acknowledge him, protected only by a mother’s desperate pleas. Yet, unlike the character in the novel who lived in quiet submission, Kael refused to let this new life be another cage. He wanted to live. To experience everything he never could. So he went to college. He went to parties. He kissed a stranger at a club. That was his first mistake. Because that stranger? Leonhardt. A ruthless Alpha who never cared for Omegas until Kael’s scent shattered his world. Then came Veyron. The Chaos Bringer. And lastly, Cauis. The sanctuary. A Beta who saw Kael for who he was, but loved him with conditions, and refused to let him go. Kael only wanted to have fun. To finally live. Instead, he found himself at the center of a dangerous game where love, obsession, and power blurred into one. And the scariest part? He didn’t know if he wanted to escape or to fall even deeper. — An Alpha. A Vampire. A Beta. Who would he choose? Would it be Leonhardt, the possessive Alpha who refuses to let him go? Veyron, the enigmatic vampire who tempts him with both danger and pleasure? Or Cauis, the only one who offers him a love with conditions? One heart. Three paths. Which one will he follow? ##Note that it's just the world of the book he entered, so the plot won't follow especially when they are two different characters. He's now a main character in this world, more like writing his own storyline.
Unique_Ideas_ · 340.1k Views

The Alpha’s Unclaimed Mate

"She's stabilizing," the healer calls. "Who marked her?" "I did," both Dexmon and Fin answer. Serena Frostborne is dying between two Alphas. One is the Dragon Prince who has loved her across multiple lifetimes. The other is the youngest Alpha King in Skardos. A man who lost everything once and never expected a second chance. Rewind three months, when Dexmon Drakenfell's wolf says one word: MATE. He carries her home and won’t put her down. For strategic reasons, obviously. His wolf calls bullshit. Aegon: Mate her. Mate her again. Mark her. In that order. Dexmon: Absolutely the fuck not. The bachelor prince who doesn't do feelings caught them all. But Serena has a BIG secret worth killing for. Gold blood. White wolf. An entire pack slaughtered because one father said no. The tyrant who did it hasn’t stopped looking. The bounty for her capture: 1B in gold. If her identity is revealed, every Alpha in Skardos would hand her over to avoid war. That's predictable. What they don't see coming are the knives from within. And this time when she falls, Dexmon is looking the wrong way. The hero who finds her is Fin Shadowclaw, King of North Skardos. His wolf says the impossible: MATE. He already buried his first mate. Alpha venom is the only thing standing between her and death. So he marks her to save her. Two Alphas. One feels like home. The other feels like the home she lost. Neither is willing to step aside. War is coming for her blood. Together they have a shot. Alone, their kingdoms burn and they lose her. Serena has come way too damn far to let history repeat. Born a princess. Sold as a slave. Crowned a queen. She says checkmate.
TheLoneQuill · 310.5k Views

Claimed by the Vengeful Alpha

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.”
GinaStanley · 112.9k Views

Demon of Hearts

A fallen Angels favorite meal is a broken soul... During a siege Upon her Kingdom, Princess Beatrice Victoria strikes a bargain unknowingly with a Demon King, to save her kingdom. She must share his bed every full moon and give him her soul. Princess Beatrice is skeptical but reluctantly agrees.... ******************** Excerpt******************** Even in her dream she couldn't shake her fear or apprehension of him. If anything, it felt magnified. "Tell me, demon, did you send that monster to kill William?" His expression went cold at the mention of the other man's name. "Who is that?" He smirked. She knew by his jealous reaction that it was him who sent the Black Knight, and he in fact, knew who William was. The shock of the truth sunk in. She became angry and started slapping the demon and pounding on his muscular unmoving chest. "How could you! Have you no shame! He could have died!" "Shame? I am the King of Demons, I have no shame in anything I do or with anyone I do it with." She shot him a look because of his overtly sexual connotation. She tried to slap him again, but he caught her by her wrist and pulled her her petite frame up against him, then kissed her hard. She was no match for his weapon. She felt her anger at him dissipating as a warm and fuzzy feeling began to wash over her completely. Her lips, ended up kissing him back and she wanted to taste more and more of him. She didn't know what had gotten into her and chalked it up to her being in a dream. She broke the kiss. His hands gently ran up and down the sides of her body. His hands were exquisite. "Please, demon. You must stop touching me like this," She said. "Why? I like touching you." "Be-because I can't think straight when you do." She confessed. "You don't have to think when you're with me, I will always take care of you... in and out of bed." His lips kissed her clavicle bone. "Please..." She pleaded. His sweet kisses were driving her to sweet agony. "Forget the Knight, Princess Beatrice and be mine. All mine..."
Jay_Ge3 · 212.9k Views

TWTDSTE

A mysterious fog appears without warning- a thin, ten-centimeter wall that splits the world in two. In an instant, millions of people are trapped inside On the other side, the world falls into confusion. Soldiers, scientists, and rescue teams are sent into the fog... but just like the millions before them, none ever return. What exists within this razor-thin barrier? Why does a fog so narrow hold an entire world hostage? And more terrifying- is it growing? Spreading slowly, silently, ready to swallow the earth piece by piece? I'm Indonesian writer. I personally translated this novel myself, not as a professional translator. I’ve done my best to make it fun and easy to read, but it might not be perfect. Thank you so much for your patience, understanding, and support. My other stories that are still in the process of being translated. A Girl For The Beasts My Uncle My Husband Bringing My Wife Back The World That Split The Earth Beast In The Civilization We Married For Them My beautiful and handsome readers... I am very grateful to all of you who have visited to read my novels and took the time to view my profile. I am a fiction writer who actively publishes works across various platforms. My stories explore inner conflicts, human relationships, and the choices that shape character. Professional contact: [email protected] Or, for more information, you can follow my social media account: My Instagram: @wolfayra My YouTube: @wolfynovelauthor My Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=61576589373365 Thank you, happy reading.
Biul_Musang · 10.8k Views

Sold To Be The Alpha’s Mockery

The Alpha who despises me… chose me as his mate?? Waverly was supposed to stay invisible. Just another Omega scraping by in the Outer District. Until the day the Alpha Prince returns with a sketch of his “missing mate.” A girl with her face. Sold into the High-Class world she was never meant to enter, Waverly is forced to play a dangerous game; pretend to be the Prince’s destined mate… or watch her family be destroyed. But Prince Kaeren knows the truth. He created the sketch to secure his inheritance. There was never a mate. So who is the girl standing in front of him? She's a liar. A threat. A mistake he intends to break. He accepts her as his mate… not to love her, but to ruin her. To expose her. To humiliate her. To make her regret ever wearing that face. But the more he tries to destroy her, the more he can’t look away. And the girl he swore to hate might be the only one who can destroy him first. ___ This book drags you through things that aren’t pretty and doesn’t apologize for it. Waverly’s world is messy, dangerous, and unfair in ways that will make your chest tighten in all the worst (and best) ways. You might laugh when you shouldn’t. You might cry without warning. You will probably get angry. And yes—there are R18 scenes. If you’re here for comfort… this isn’t that. If you’re here for feeling something… You might want to stay. Reader discretion is advised (or not. I’m not your mom. Hehe ;))
HeeSha_TA · 28.9k Views

Sold To The Werewolf King

"Love is a sin for me, but for you, I'm willing to carry that sin." Iskandar Linwood is the King of Werewolves. At the age of 12, he gained his Supreme Alpha form and began the conquest to bring all the packs under his rule. No one has seen him fully because of the mask that covers the right side of his face, so that people cannot see the horrendous burn mark present there. Everyone says he is the other name of death. Whoever has tried to go against Iskander's wish, the person goes through the most horrible death. Yohana Arlington belongs to the Night Silver Pack. She was born wolf-less; however, it didn't limit Yohana's true strength from coming out. Two years ago, when Yohana's parents passed away, chaos occurred in her pack. Being wolf-less, she couldn't lead her pack. However, with her strategic planning and smartness, Yohana gains the trust of the elders of the pack and helps her brother become the next alpha of the pack as soon as he turns 18. One thing that Yohana is unaware of is the darkness that has begun lurking over her. Her brother sells her to the vicious Werewolf King, Iskander Linwood, as a slave to save the pack. Yohana has no way but to serve the werewolf King, because if she refuses, he will flood the river of blood in her pack. Can Yohana, who is a slave now, win Iskander's heart filled with only darkness? Will she carve a path for herself to become the Queen of the werewolves by making Iskander fall in love with her?
Kn_star8 · 53.8k Views

Sold To The Frost Alpha

Selene Jameson has always been the family stain, unwanted daughter, shadow to the golden children. The night her mother dies saving her life, Selene loses the only person who ever loved her. When Atlas D'Angelo, the boy she gave everything to, betrays her in the cruelest way possible, she vows never to beg for love again. But fate has darker plans. On the night Selene finally tastes freedom, fame, money, a future of her own her family sells her to a supernatural auction. She's thrust into a hidden world ruled by lycans who see humans as nothing more than commodity. Then he buys her. Mikhail Morozov, Wintercrest Alpha and High Alpha of the Onyx Concord. Feared across Nocturna, Lycan Realm. With a shattered past, a missing sister, and a throne built on blood and betrayal, the last thing he needs is a defiant human girl with a sharp tongue and darker humor than his sins. But Selene isn't human. She bears the Crescent, a mark of ancient power that could save the Nocturna or destroy it. When Kustav Volkov, a rival ruthless Alpha, is revealed to be Selene's father, he lays his claim on her. Mikhail offers Selene a choice: marry him in a blood-bound pact that grants her protection under lycan law. But this marriage of convenience will be anything but convenient. *** "And you smell good," I interrupted, words tumbling out before I could stop them. "Really good. Like winter but not the terrifying kind. The beautiful kind. With snow and—" I scrunched my nose, grasping for the description. "Those delicate frost patterns that appear on glass." Mikhail produced a sound deep in his chest that could've been a growl or a chuckle or something caught between. "Why are there two staircases?" I blurted suddenly, fixating on the duplicated grand stairway looming before us. "Is this intentional? Seems ridiculously excessive." "There's only one staircase, moya." "Are you certain? Because I'm definitely seeing two. Perhaps you require vision correction. Do lycans need glasses? That would be hilarious. Tiny spectacles perched on a massive terrifying wolf—" "Selene." His voice emerged strained, taut in a manner that penetrated even through my fog. "You need to stop talking." I peered up at him, hurt piercing through the pleasant haze. "Why? Am I irritating you? I'm sorry. I'll stay quiet." "No." The word escaped sharp, nearly anguished. "You're not irritating me. You're—" He severed the sentence, jaw clenching so viciously I witnessed the muscle twitch. "Just... rest." But I didn't want rest. I wanted to comprehend why his expression appeared like that—all rigid and ravenous and something else I couldn't identify. "Are you alright?" I asked, raising my hand toward his jaw. He intercepted my wrist before contact, his hold gentle yet unyielding. "Don't." "Why not?" "Because I'm barely maintaining control as it is, and if you touch me right now—" He halted abruptly, eyes compressing shut momentarily. "Just don't." That should've frightened me. The ferocity in his tone, the way his restraint appeared to unravel at the seams. But intoxicated-me simply smiled, inexplicably pleased. Then I caught the way his gaze dropped. Just for a fraction of a heartbeat. To my mouth. Heat bloomed through my chest, spreading like wildfire. "You want to kiss me," I breathed, the revelation making me giddy. His eyes snapped back to mine, glacial blue turned predatory. "Kissing," he said slowly, voice dropping an octave, "doesn't even begin to scratch the surface of what I want to do to you." The air left my lungs. His grip on my wrist shifted, thumb finding my pulse point. Pressing there. Feeling the frantic rhythm he'd caused. "Kissing is gentle," he continued, leaning in just enough that his breath ghosted across my lips. Close enough to take. Close enough to claim. But he didn't. "Kissing is sweet. What I want?" His eyes dragged down my face, my throat, lower then back up with deliberate slowness. "There's nothing gentle about it."
Lilac_Everglade · 106.4k Views