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Bound to My Dragon Boss

“Your pussy is weeping for me, Amara... It’s making a mess of my rug. Be a good girl and let me lick you clean before I stretch you open.” “I… I didn’t mean to... aakkkhhh..." Darien’s hand snakes under her skirt, his fingers finding her center, already soaked and swollen for him. He circles the sensitive heat of her clit with a cruel, possessive smirk tugging at his lips as she whimpers. “You don’t call me 'Sir' when you’re this wet for me. Say my name.” His free hand lunged for her, his large palm engulfing her breast through her blouse. He squeezed it with a brutal, possessive strength, his thumb and forefinger finding her nipple and rolling it with agonizing pressure until she was sobbing his name. "God, yes... I'm a mess because of you, Darien!" she gasped, arching her back until her breasts pressed against his suit. “I’m so fucking wet I’m soaking your hand. Now stop teasing me and give me what this bond is screaming for.” He leans in, his golden eyes glowing with a beast's hunger, his voice dropping to a vibration against her ear. “See? Your walls are twitching for me, aren't they? They’re hungry for my cock.” He pulls his hand back, his fingers dripping with her sweet juices. His gaze never leaves hers as he brings them to his mouth, his tongue swiping across his skin with a slow, agonizingly sensual lick. “Sweet,” he growls, tasting her surrender. “And I’m going to devour every last drop of you.” *** Amara Hayes thought she was just another cleaning lady at Ispire Inc., until one awkward, clumsy night completely flipped her life upside down. It was supposed to be just another boring shift. Clean the office. Mop the floors. Avoid the insanely hot, terrifyingly gorgeous boss. Instead, she tripped, fell… and accidentally kissed him. She figured she’d be getting a termination letter, not a pair of horns, scales, and wings?! Her “strict but ridiculously hot” boss, Darien Dravik? Turns out he’s not just some kind of billionaire. He’s a beastmen from dragon race, and apparently, she’s his mate. Now, Amara’s stuck in a bond with a guy who growls when other men look at her and calls her “mine” like it’s his favorite hobby. Darien might be one of the most powerful and wanted men in the city, but under that expensive suit, there’s a dragon who’s totally lost control around her. And if she tries to walk away? Well… it could cost her a lot more than just her job. It could cost her life. In a world where peace between humans and beastmen is a fragile illusion, their bond could set everything on fire. But Darien? He swears he’ll protect her, even if it means burning the whole world down.
seohyangchen · 77.3k Views

Umamusume: It All Started When I Got Sent Flying Ten Meters

Years later, when he would finally hold the “Lifetime Achievement Award” in his hands, Makoto Yasui would recall one very specific afternoon—the afternoon he was sent flying ten whole meters… By a horse girl. At the time, he had only recently gotten his Central Trainer’s license. Unfortunately, his lack of experience was obvious, and many horse girls turned him down without a second thought. And so, after being rejected yet again, maybe his mind wandered a bit too much. While waiting to cross at a red light, he spotted a child nearly step into oncoming traffic. His body moved before his brain could catch up. The kid was fine. He was not. Because he got hit. Not by a car, but by a horse girl. She had black hair, red eyes, and a matching black tail. And she slammed into him at full sprint. Thanks to years of quiet self-training—secretly guided by memories from a past life—he managed to twist midair and land without too much damage. Still, getting launched like that wasn’t exactly part of his daily routine. The horse girl, on the other hand, was completely panicking. “I-I’m so sorry! Are you hurt?! A-are you okay?!” “I-I'm Kitasan Black! A first-year at Tracen Academy! Pleased to meet you—wait, no, that’s not what I should say right now!” “I—I mean—I’ll take responsibility! I’ll take full responsibility for this!!” That’s how it all began. The girl’s name was Kitasan Black. And this was the start of everything. = = = = Note: Some character backgrounds and settings have been reworked for narrative purposes. This version expands the world while staying faithful to the spirit of the original. New readers can enjoy it as a mix of sports drama and school life.
Medusa_Fic · 219.5k Views

Bloodbound Souls: The World Ends Every Time We Fall in Love

Every time they fall in love… the world dies. He remembers every timeline. Every life. Every world that collapsed because of their bond. Seventeen timelines have already been erased. Bloodbound Souls: Every Time We Love, the World Ends Every time we fall in love… one of us dies. And the world begins again. She has no memory of him. But the moment their eyes meet, her heart reacts like it has loved him for a lifetime. He looks at her the way a survivor looks at a disaster he has already lived through. Not with hatred. Not even with anger. With exhaustion. Because he remembers everything. He remembers every life where they met. Every life where they fell in love. Every life where the world paid the price. He says she loved him once. He says she betrayed him. He says she killed him. And the terrifying part is… something inside her heart believes him. Bound by matching scars neither of them can explain, they are drawn together by a connection that feels less like fate and more like a curse. The closer they grow, the more fragments of a forgotten past begin to surface — memories of war, sacrifice, betrayal, and a love powerful enough to shake the foundations of reality. But their reunion is not an accident. Someone is watching them. Someone who remembers every timeline where their love began… and how each one ended in catastrophe. Because long ago, in the very first world that ever existed, their love awakened something ancient — a power so overwhelming that reality itself began to collapse. To save existence, the universe created a cruel solution. A cycle. Every time they come too close… one of them dies. And the world resets. Again. And again. And again. But now something is changing. The cycle is breaking. Memories are returning. The force that kept them apart is weakening. And for the first time in countless lifetimes, the choice may finally be theirs. Save the world… or choose each other and watch reality burn. Because some souls are not meant to live happily ever after. Some souls are meant to destroy the world together. And every time they fall in love… the world ends. If this story pulled you into its world even for a moment, consider adding it to your library. Your support tells me the story deserves to continue—and trust me, the next chapters will only get darker.
ISHIRA_CHATTERJEE · 3.5k Views

The Quietest Knife

Willow wakes in a hospital bed injured, medicated, and alone. She is informed that her life, as she understood it, ended weeks earlier. Her fiancé is there. Calm. Controlled. He explains that they broke up before the accident and that the separation was mutual. He says he remained by her side only out of decency. He is already involved with someone else, his boss’s daughter, and speaks as though this version of events has always been established fact. No one in the room challenges him. The doctors attribute Willow’s disbelief to concussion and trauma. Nurses lower their voices and repeat the same explanation with careful reassurance until it becomes official, documented, and final. Each repetition strips away her certainty, replacing memory with doubt. When Willow looks to the one person who could contradict him, she finds no relief. Her fiancé’s closest friend, a man who has never hidden his dislike for her, says nothing. He offers a brief nod that confirms the narrative without words. With that single gesture, the past is closed. Every detail they present contradicts what Willow knows she lived. Weeks have been erased. Conversations have been rewritten. A relationship has been reassigned without her consent. If she resists, she will be labeled unstable, emotional, and unreliable. She will be the only one insisting that reality has been altered. So Willow stays silent. Within that silence, something colder begins to take shape. She begins to question why her fiancé needed the past rewritten at a moment when she cannot safely object. She begins to wonder why his closest friend chose this precise moment to agree. She begins to realize that decisions were made about her while she lay unconscious and defenseless. The Quietest Knife is a dark psychological romance centered on gaslighting, betrayal, and power disguised as care. It follows a slow, deliberate descent into manipulation, control, and revenge, where harm is inflicted quietly and authority wears the mask of concern. This is not a story about forgetting. It is a story about being rewritten calmly, professionally, and without resistance.
dr_ban99 · 182.7k Views