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My Pet Fox Is Actually A Demon Prince

Just when Kyva believed her life could not sink any lower, she is auctioned off in a brothel as a sex slave. Refusing to surrender the only dignity she had left, she escapes. Wounded, hunted, and with absolutely nowhere to go, Kyva flees into the wilderness to escape from her captors. There, she stumbles upon an injured white fox caught in a hunter's snare. Despite her own desperate situation, she could not bring herself to ignore the creature's suffering. So she frees it, and against all reason, takes it with her. But after nursing the fox back to health, Kyva expects it to return to the wild where it belongs. But it doesn't. Instead, it continues to follow her. “Little fox,” she tells it one evening, exhaustion heavy in her voice as she prepares to move again. “I don't have food. I don't even have a place to sleep. I'm being hunted by slave traders. We should go our separate ways.” —-- Minutes later, Kyva wakes up after collapsing from exhaustion. To her surprise, she finds fresh fruits, good clothes and clean water laid carefully beside her. The white fox sits nearby, watching her with unsettling intelligence. 'Obviously, you need me more than I need you,' the fox thinks coldly, tail swishing in mild disdain. 'If not for the inconvenience of you being my mate, I would have left you to starve in the wild.' While Kyva believes she rescued a helpless creature, she may have unknowingly bound herself to something far more dangerous. As she journeys deeper into an unfamiliar land inhabited by beast men and women, Kyva begins to carve out a fragile new life for herself. The more she learns about this strange world, the more her mysterious fox companion refuses to leave her side, and seems determined to drive away anyone who gets too close.
Sky_8457 · 131k Views

MY RUIN: In Love With My Step-Uncle

[CONTENT WARNING: This story contains explicit sexual content, graphic violence, strong language, and themes of trauma. It is intended for mature audiences (18+) only. Reader discretion is strongly advised.] ------------ “Talk dirty to me,” I whispered. He growled low in his throat. “You want filthy, little bird?” “Yes.” He thrust deeper, harder, and leaned close, his lips brushing my ear. “I am going to fill your fucking cunt with so much cum that you will still be dripping until tomorrow. You will sit at breakfast with my seed soaking through your drawers and smile at Aunt Cornelia like the proper little slut you are.” I moaned. “That is disgusting.” “You asked for it.” “Again.” ------------ Clara Vance had it all. Millions of followers, a beauty empire built on glamour, and a life curated for the camera. But a lost bet with her mother sends her away from a marvelous weekend trip to Mykonos and into the dusty attic of her family’s decaying ancestral manor. The catch was her inheritance. Her task? A dreary clear-out. Her discovery? A centuries-old diary belonging to her great-grandmother, Eleanor Thorne. The ink tells a story of a forgotten history. Eleanor’s forbidden obsession with her guardian and step-uncle, Casimir Guggenheim, a ruthless railroad tycoon with a heart of stone. But when Clara touches the tear-stained pages, the scent of crushed gardenias doesn’t just fill the room, it drags her back to 1879. Trapped in Eleanor’s corseted body, Clara finds herself under the roof of the very man who haunted the diary. To the world, Casimir is a cold, untouchable magnate. To Clara, he’s a puzzle she’s determined to break. The problem? Clara isn’t the timid, fragile girl Casimir remembers. She’s a 21st-century It Girl with no filter, a strategic mind for business, a total lack of respect for Gilded Age propriety and a defiance waiting for trouble to happen. While the original Eleanor was a victim of her station, Clara is ready to burn the cage down. As Clara navigates a world where a single misstep means ruin, scheming relatives see her as a pawn, and a powerful suitor sees her as nothing but a business merger. She realizes the history books were wrong. Rewriting Eleanor’s tragic end is dangerous, especially when she starts falling for the man she was never supposed to have. History says they’re a tragedy. Clara says history is about to get a makeover.
Luna_Primrose · 116k Views

How Did I End Up Protecting the Virgin Heiress Who Wants to Chase Me?

***IN REVISION PROCESS!!! Thank you for your patience while I update and revise this story!*** ONE LIST. SEVEN DAYS. ZERO REGRETS. Heiress Marissa Vanderson has lived her entire life behind velvet ropes and gilded gates, longing for something real. With a childhood list of “normal” adventures in hand, she breaks free from her family’s suffocating protection and heads to Ash City. But running away isn’t as easy as it sounds, especially for someone whose wildest rebellion so far has been sneaking extra dessert. Enter Dane Sinclair: gruff bartender, reluctant hero, and the only man in Ash City willing to play bodyguard to a clueless debutante with the world's most boring to-do list. As Marissa chases ordinary experiences and Dane tries desperately to keep her out of trouble (and out of his heart), sparks fly, secrets unravel, and “falling in love” threatens to become the wildest adventure of all. ***|***|*** ASH CITY BILLIONAIRES Love is the ultimate power play. ***|***|*** *****Check out all the Ash City Billionaires stories!***** Reborn to Love My Obsessed CEO Billionaire Husband (Completed - 141 Episodes) Reborn Heiress: Escaping My Contract Marriage with the Cold CEO (Completed - 100 Episodes) The Secret Billionaire's Guide to Winning a Wife (Completed - 63 Episodes) How Did I End Up Protecting the Virgin Heiress Who Wants to Chase Me? (Completed - 80 Episodes) ***|***|*** WELCOME TO ASH CITY It sits on the bay, built on the ashes of an ancient royal mecca. From the shore, the crescent shape of Tian Tian Island is visible, a golden scythe that slices into the inky ocean. Beyond Ash City, the snow-capped Cinnabar Mountains gleam like fresh blood, the largest peak a now extinct volcano called Red Ghost Crater. In the city itself, modern mirrored buildings glint in the sunshine, and among them, other much older structures, deep red, dark blue, bright yellow, brilliant green, ancient and imposing, from when Ash City was a sprawling imperial metropolis. In Ash City, the wealthy elite make the rules. Everyone else follows them.
Michele_Bardsley · 48.2k Views