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Bound By Eternity

She never believed in fate… until the moment a stranger literally fell into her life. An immortal who has walked the earth for centuries, hiding in plain sight, bound by a past that refuses to release him. And now, Xinyue holds the key to his eternity — whether he wants to admit it or not. Xinyue’s life had always been ordinary: university, quiet streets, and the kind of routine that made the world predictable. That is, until the night of the thunderstorm. Lightning split the sky, rain drenching the city streets, and she slipped on the slick pavement — only to collide with a figure who seemed to absorb the storm around him. Zhenwei. His presence was impossible to ignore: the air around him felt heavier, colder, yet intoxicating. His eyes glinted with centuries of secrets, and even drenched in rain, he moved with the precision of someone who had never once stumbled in a thousand years. “Are you always this reckless?” His voice was a whisper, yet it carried a weight that pressed against her chest. Before she could answer, the ground cracked, and a surge of energy from somewhere unknown knocked them both off their feet — but Zhenwei caught her with a grip so firm it was terrifying, yet strangely warm. In that moment, the world around her seemed to blur: ordinary life fading into shadows of something greater, something eternal. Xinyue couldn’t explain it, but she knew one thing: her life was no longer her own. Bound by a thread she could not see, Xinyue is swept into a destiny she never asked for. She must survive, obey, and uncover the truth of her own past — and the immortal Zhenwei, who cannot stop loving her. Will she awaken the humanity he has long buried? Or will their love shatter across the ages, leaving nothing but echoes of eternity? get ready for a Fantasy, Romance, Supernatural, Immortal, Slow Burn, Past Life, Fated Love, Drama.
Tillybooks · 2.1k 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 · 241.1k Views

Sold To Mafia Don

Isabella Martinez’s life shatters in one night. Dragged from her waitress job by loan sharks, she’s thrown onto an auction stage and sold like property to pay her father’s five-million-dollar gambling debt. Terrified and powerless, she watches as wealthy men bid on her future until HE walks in. Dante Moretti. The most dangerous man in New York. A billionaire mafia don who built a twelve-billion-dollar empire on blood and fear. When his cold grey eyes lock on hers, everything changes. He bids ten million dollars without hesitation, buying her in front of everyone. Bella expects horror. Expects to become his slave, his toy, his victim. Instead, she discovers something far more dangerous: Dante Moretti has a code. He protects women and children. He kills traitors without mercy but honors loyalty above all. And despite his brutality, despite the violence she witnesses, despite every reason she should run she’s falling for the devil who bought her. But loving a mafia king comes with deadly consequences. The Russian mob wants revenge. A traitor within Dante’s own family wants him dead. And Bella now seen as his greatest weakness becomes the target of every enemy he’s ever made. Forced to choose between the innocent girl she was and the warrior she needs to become, Bella must learn to fight, to kill, and to embrace the darkness. Because in Dante’s world, there are only two options: become the mafia queen who stands beside him… Or die. From sold at auction to ruling an empire. From victim to queen. From captive to the most dangerous woman in the underworld. This is the story of a girl who was bought for five million dollars and became worth five billion. Welcome to the mafia. Welcome to love. Welcome to war.
Bestbabe · 13.3k Views

Glitch in the Mafia's Love Story.

Maeve Thompson got an acceptance letter for a live-in maid job she never applied for. The pay was insane—enough to clear her debts and then some—so she figured the universe was finally throwing her a bone. She packed a bag, hopped on the bus, and showed up at the address. The gate alone made her stomach drop. Black iron wrought like thorns. Marble driveway stretching forever. The name on the plaque: Moretti Estate. Exactly like the over-the-top mafia mansion from that trashy romance novel she’d been roasting online for weeks. She laughed it off at first. Coincidence. Weird branding. Then she pulled the letter out again to double-check the details. Handwritten envelope. No company logo. Just her name in sharp black ink. Inside, one single line: “You said you could write a better story. Then write it.” Signed: the author’s pen name...Isabella Rossi the same one Maeve had been dragging in every snarky comment section. Before she could turn and run, the gates clanged shut behind her. Now she’s inside Bound by the Blade, dressed in the maid uniform, holding a bucket, watching Dante Moretti and Isabella Rossi glide past with those stupid golden spotlights haloing their heads like they’re the only characters who matter. Everyone else is background. Disposable. And Maeve? She’s the snarky extra who was never supposed to last past chapter ten. She knows how this book ends for people like her: stray bullet, poisoned tea, convenient “accident” to raise the stakes for the main couple. The writer’s challenge hangs over her like a guillotine. Fix the story. Rewrite the clichés. Survive the plot.
Bubble_GuM · 2.2k Views

The Quietest Knife

Willow wakes in a hospital bed broken, medicated, and alone. She is told her life ended weeks ago. Her fiancé stands beside her and calmly explains that they broke up before the accident. That the separation was mutual. That he stayed only out of decency. He is already with someone else, his boss’s daughter, and he speaks as if this has always been the truth. The room accepts it. Doctors attribute Willow’s disbelief to concussion. Nurses soften their voices. The same explanation is repeated with quiet confidence until it begins to sound official. Documented. Settled. Then Willow looks to the one person who might contradict him. He does not. Her fiancé’s closest friend who despises her, says nothing. He simply nods once. A small, controlled gesture that confirms everything without saying a word. With that, the past closes. Every detail they recount contradicts what Willow knows she lived. Weeks erased. Conversations rewritten. A relationship reassigned without her consent. If she protests, she will be the only one insisting that reality has been altered. She will sound unstable. Emotional. Confused. So she stays silent. And in that silence, something colder begins to form. Why would her fiancé need the past rewritten now, when she cannot safely object. Why would his closest friend choose this moment to agree. And what was decided about her while she lay unconscious. This is not a story about forgetting. It is a story about being rewritten calmly, professionally, and without resistance. Some knives do not need to be seen. They cut because no one hears them move.
dr_ban99 · 79.2k Views

The Arundel Heir’s Fake Bride

Mira Collins’ life turns upside down the day she is offered one million dollars to become the rental wife of Eirian Dawn Arundel—the man she hates for all the right reasons. Eirian Arundel is the sole reason Mira’s life fell apart. Once the pride of her parents and a brilliant law student, Mira’s future was destroyed by a single lie Eirian chose to stay silent about. That silence cost her everything—her education, her reputation, and her family’s trust. As punishment for a crime she never committed, Mira was forced into an arranged marriage with a stranger, the son of her father’s old friend. With no other way out, Mira fled to New York, abandoning her past in search of freedom. But survival in the city was brutal. Rejection after rejection pushed her to the edge—until she finally secured a job at Arundel Enterprises, unaware that fate was leading her straight back to the man who ruined her life. When Mira comes face-to-face with Eirian again, years of buried resentment resurface. He is still powerful, still arrogant—and now desperate. “Wait!” I yelled, grabbing his arm. He stopped, turning back, his cold gray eyes flicking to my hand before lifting to my face. I let go instantly, my heart pounding. “Would you just listen to me?” I pleaded. He sighed, impatience etched into his expression. “Let’s make a deal.” “A deal?” he asked. “A favor for a favor.” Cornered by a high-profile custody battle and a damaged public image, Eirian needs a woman by his side—a fiancée, a future wife, a lie convincing enough to fool the world. Mira is the perfect choice. She knows him. She hates him. And she has nothing left to lose. Bound by a contract and forced into a marriage neither of them wants, Mira and Eirian must play the roles of a loving couple while clashing behind closed doors. But as resentment slowly gives way to understanding, and hatred blurs into something dangerously close to desire, Mira is forced to confront the one question she never wanted to ask: Can she trust the man who once destroyed her life— or will loving Eirian Dawn Arundel cost her everything again?
Julia_Macron · 225 Views