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When the Bad Boy Claims the Belle

Aria Chen has lived in Ethan Park's shadow since kindergarten. He's the golden boy—student council president, varsity captain, heir to Park Industries. She's the scholarship student who tutored him through calculus, covered for his mistakes, and let everyone believe they were practically dating because it made him look good. For six years, Aria accepted being his "almost girlfriend"—the girl he'd hold hands with at fundraisers but never kiss, the one he'd call at 2 AM for advice but never ask on an actual date. She told herself being close to him was enough. Until transfer student Isabella Laurent arrived from Paris. Suddenly, Ethan had no time for Aria. The gentle teasing turned vicious. He "joked" about Aria's secondhand uniforms in front of their friends. He excluded her from study groups. And when Aria won the National Merit Scholarship—the one thing that would guarantee her escape to an Ivy League school—Ethan publicly demanded she give it up. "Isabella's family lost everything in a business scandal," Ethan announced at the scholarship ceremony, his arm around Isabella's waist. "She needs this more than you do, Aria. You're smart—you'll get financial aid anywhere. Be a good person for once and step aside." Two hundred students watched. Waiting for Aria to be selfless. To be small. To disappear. Before Aria could respond, Kai Winters—the tattooed, motorcycle-riding delinquent everyone feared—grabbed the microphone. "If Park doesn't want the school belle, I'll gladly claim her instead," Kai announced, his dark eyes locked on Aria. "She's brilliant, she's gorgeous, and she's mine now. Anyone got a problem with that?" The auditorium exploded. Aria stood frozen as Kai pulled her off stage, away from Ethan's shocked face and Isabella's smirk. "What are you doing?" Aria hissed once they were alone. "Saving you from wasting yourself on someone who never deserved you," Kai replied. Then he made her an offer: fake date him for the rest of senior year. He'd give her the space to heal and the armor to face Ethan. In return, she'd help him maintain the minimum GPA needed to keep his own secret scholarship. Aria knew accepting meant war with Ethan and social suicide. But as Kai's hand found hers, warm and certain, she realized something: maybe it was time to stop being the good girl everyone took for granted. What Aria doesn't know is that Kai has watched her for years, memorizing every smile she wasted on Ethan, every tear she hid in the library. He's not faking anything—and he'll burn down anyone who tries to hurt her again.
emmanuelafordia · 583 Views

VIPERS ,VOWS AND VENGEENCE

On her wedding day, Kristen discovers Finn’s infidelity and decisively calls off the marriage. Finn sneers, “Kristen, do you really think you can survive in showbiz without me? Don’t be naive.” Kristen still blocks his WeChat, phone number, and every other contact. Finn waits carelessly for Kristen to come crawling back—until he realizes… Luxury endorsements, hit variety shows, invitations from top directors—Kristen’s resources soar so high that haters spread rumors she’s latched onto a powerful man, even that she’s had a secret child. At last Finn can’t sit still and goes to confront her—only to run into his good brother, Jason. Jason, president of the Jin City Group, a towering figure in the Capital’s circle and a business titan, keeps a low profile for years, yet online chatter about him never stops. More importantly, he and Finn have been friends for many years. Late at night, the two men meet at her apartment door—and come to blows. Eyes red, Finn grits out, “Jason, she’s my fiancée!” Jason straightens his collar with lazy precision and reminds him, “She used to be.” Finn moves to swing again when the tightly shut door opens. Kristen leans there, languid. “Finished? Come in and help me peel a pomegranate.” Finn’s face lights up. “Kris, I knew you wouldn’t—” Before he can finish, Jason has already stepped inside ahead of him, changing into a pair of black house slippers identical to the ones on Kristen’s feet. Before the door closes, Jason’s voice drops a frosty line: “Next time we meet, remember to call her sister-in-law.” Once the door clicks shut, Jason pins Kristen against it in a heated kiss, fingertips brushing the tear mole at her eye as his voice turns hoarse. “Tell me—him or me?”
SHETTY23 · 38.4k Views

Falling for my Enemy’s Brother

[ MATURE CONTENT ] "Craig," she whispered, breath shivering, "please…" It didn't matter what she was asking for…more, less, everything. The plea alone made them press hard against each other, like their bodies were trying to make up for all the time they'd been apart, like they could consume each other if they touched harder. And still, she ached. For all of him. And he did too. She could tell by the way his grip on her thighs tightened, his fingers digging into her skin like he was holding on for dear life. His breath warm and uneven against her neck, as her hips rolled again, slower this time, more deliberate. Then he groaned, head falling to her shoulder as his body pressed in, hard and hungry. "Shit," he whispered, voice ragged. "Merlina," And just like that, his mouth was gone. She blinked, dazed, lips swollen, skin tingling everywhere he'd touched. He stepped back, slow and heavy with restraint, hands gripping the edge of the sink on either side of her, like he needed to hold something that wasn't her. Her voice came out in a whisper. "Why'd you stop?" His eyes met hers, dark and wrecked. But then, he smirked. "Not with your siblings next door." She stared, barely able to think. He leaned in like he might kiss her again, then stopped just short, brushing his thumb over swollen bottom lip, "PG-13 remember?" SYNOPSIS: At an elite college, falling for the cold, narcissistic son of a bi-llionaire wasn’t part of the plan, especially when his brother is tied to her mother’s mysterious death. But from the moment Merlina steps into campus, the chemistry is undeniable. He’s detached, arrogant, and everything she should stay away from. Yet no matter how hard she tries, she can’t ignore the pull. She’s here for a degree, but her real mission is uncovering the secrets of her mother’s past at this very school. As sparks fly between her and the guy she should keep her distance from, she’s torn between two things: exposing the truth and protecting her heart from falling for him. The deeper she digs, the more dangerous things get. Anonymous threats, dark secrets, and a guy who’s starting to think her obsession with the past could ruin everything. TikTok | @officialffmeb
teanuh · 171k Views

My Stepbrother Wants Me

He’s her stepbrother, her sin and her biggest mistake waiting to happen. Catherine Brown thought moving in with her mother’s new husband couldn’t be harder until she met the cold, arrogant and sinfully attractive Julian Vaughn, her stepbrother. He hates her, teases her and gets under her skin everyday. He’s everything she should stay away from, off-limits and untouchable. But when his anger turns into something darker and hungrier, when he looks at her like he wants to ruin her innocence, Catherine realizes danger has a new name. And no matter how hard she tries, she can’t stop wanting the one man she’s not supposed to have. When hate turns to desire, who’s really in control? EXCERPT✨ “You’ve never had sex before?” Julian asked, disbelief flickering in his eyes. Catherine hesitated, then nodded, staring at the floor instead of him. He bit his lower lip, trying to rein in the thoughts crowding his mind. Goodness, she was too innocent for her own good. “So all you did with your previous boyfriends were just kisses and smooches?” She immediately stood, her cheeks flushed. “There are no boyfriends,” she blurted. “I’ve never even been kissed. Please don’t laugh at me.” Laugh? Hell no. Julian wasn’t laughing. He was fighting the urge to pull her close. Knowing she’d never been touched only made his hunger worse. She didn’t realize he’d moved until his breath brushed her ear, his voice dropping low and dangerous. “Catherine, just say the word and I’ll show you what it means to be touched by a man.” Her heart stuttered in her chest and he could hear every beat.
Read_me_with_love · 81.5k Views

The Undead's Personal Slave

Samantha never expected to find magic in her hometown, let alone in a dimly lit bar on a rainy Tuesday night. Yet here she was, perched on a barstool at the Black Swan, her world about to tilt on its axis. The air thrummed with an otherworldly energy she couldn't quite place. Ethereal dancers moved like smoke across the floor, their bodies fluid and mesmerizing. As Samantha nursed her drink, she felt the weight of curious stares prickling her skin. That's when she saw him. Marcus. A name she didn't know yet, but one that would soon be etched into her very soul. Their eyes locked across the crowded room, and Samantha's breath caught in her throat. He moved with predatory grace, all lean muscle and barely restrained power. Their first interaction was as intoxicating as it was bewildering. One moment, he was her gallant protector, rescuing her from an overly aggressive drunk. The next, his eyes hardened to chips of ice as he snarled, "Stupid girl," before melting into the shadows. Samantha's mind reeled, but her body hummed with an excitement she couldn't explain. Little did she know, this encounter was merely the first step into a world beyond her wildest fantasies – a realm where vampires ruled the night and pain blurred exquisitely with pleasure. As she delved deeper into this hidden society, Samantha found herself drawn to the intoxicating blend of power, submission, and supernatural allure. The crack of a whip, the whisper of leather, the exquisite sting of fangs – each sensation pushed her boundaries and ignited desires she never knew existed. But with every ecstatic high came the sobering reality of danger. Vampire politics were as deadly as they were intricate, and Samantha soon realized she was a pawn in a game where the stakes were life, death, and eternal servitude. As she left the Black Swan that night, Samantha couldn't shake the feeling that she stood on the precipice of something life-changing. She had no idea how right she was, or how deeply she would fall into a passionate, dangerous dance with forces beyond her imagination. The real question was: in this world where pleasure and peril intertwined so intimately, would she emerge empowered... or lose herself completely?
rach_sales · 216.2k Views

OFF THE RECORD | Labyrinth of the Youth

Dylan has everything—wealth, a name, and a future planned by his powerful CEO father. But as the only son, he feels like an heir to expectations, not a person with choices. Feeling trapped, he runs away and transfers to a public school to live life on his own terms. There, he meets Flynn—the only son of a commoner. Flynn is sharp-tongued, stubborn, and unlike anyone Dylan has ever met. At first, they clash, full of pride and misunderstandings. But when Dylan sees the hidden struggles Flynn carries, something in him changes. He starts to care—quietly, fiercely, and more deeply than he realized was possible. Flynn, who has never been cared for like this, doesn't know what to do with Dylan's attention—or the growing feeling in his own heart that he can no longer ignore. Between rivalry and tenderness, denial and desire, Dylan and Flynn navigate their complicated youth—where the most important truths are the hardest to say aloud, and the most unforgettable stories are the ones left unspoken. "Some feelings are too real to say out loud. Some stories are too true to tell." This is theirs—OFF THE RECORD. ---------------------------------------------------- PROLOGUE "Do you know Flynn?" Dylan asked. "Flynn?" Nicole echoed, raising an eyebrow. "Yeah... Flynn Amaro Luz." "Oh, the handsome guy from the Regular Department. Who doesn't know him? He's not just good-looking — he's smart, too. Most of the professors know him, and I heard some seniors from the Star Department even tried to recruit him, but he refused. Why do you ask?" "I think... I like him," Dylan said quietly. Nicole blinked. "So the rumors are true?" "Rumors? What rumors?" Dylan asked, frowning slightly. "Well... it's not exactly a rumor, but a lot of girls have been fantasizing you two together since Foundation Week. I just have to ask—are you gay, Dylan?" "I'm not," he replied after a pause. "I don't feel this way about any other guy... just him. And honestly, I'm confused too." "But... don't you have a girlfriend?" Nicole asked. "We're not together anymore," Dylan said simply. "So you broke up because of Flynn?" "No... not exactly. But... maybe it has something to do with him," Dylan admitted with a small shrug. "Have you told him how you feel?" "No. I don't think I can." "Because he's a guy?" Nicole asked softly. "It's not that," Dylan said, shaking his head. "I know he's a guy — but I'm confused by how he acts around me. I try to be caring, sometimes even clingy, and he always stops me. But if he really didn't feel anything, shouldn't he have pushed me away completely?" "Well... only you can find out," Nicole said after a pause. "I don't know him personally, so I can't judge." Dylan looked out the window, his expression uncertain but determined. "Actually... I'm planning to confess tonight. After his performance." Nicole laughed softly. "You're something else, Dylan. Who would've thought that a guy who looks so rebellious could be tamed... by another guy?"
jycphhh · 19.1k Views

THE CEO AND HIS LITTLE ANGEL

Anastasia Morello had turned out to be a completely different person she couldn't even recognize herself anymore. She had built an empire. She had taken advantage of every opportunity that had come her way and giving her last name it helped her a lot. She was no longer the weak insecure woman she was when she met Vincenzo. She looked at him and wondered what he was thinking of at the moment. He considered her a rival and that was how she wanted it to be. She had tried to be his pay er but all he ever did was make her look like a fool. He had stomped on her and showed her the worst of disrespect and she was supposed to stay with him? She heard the elevator ding and knew that her lawyer had arrived. She wanted to finish this business once and for all. "Are you sure this is what you want ?", Vincenzo asked her. He was sure that was what she wanted him just hoping that he was wrong. He still wanted her. He couldn't believe how much of a fool he was. "The door to her office opened and she was a bit disappointed to see it can't be her lawyer. It was Dylan Harrington instead. "Hello ", he said as he went to where she was seated and kissed her on the cheek. "Hello ", she said as he sat down next to Vincenzo. "Isn't the lawyer still here?", Dylan asked her. "Not yet ", Anna said and immediately there was a knock on the door. "Come on in ", she said. The door opened and her lawyer came in. He smiled and chuckled once he saw the two men in the office. "I didn't know both your husbands were gonna be here ", he said chuckling. "I wanted to finalize both divorces on the same day being a busy woman ", Anna said as she sat upright. "Okay then let's get to it ", the lawyer said as he took a seat.
zigginah · 142.3k Views