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The Scorned Luna

Trigger Warning: This story contains dark themes, including abuse, non-consensual situations, emotional trauma, humiliation, and violence. Reader discretion is advised. •••••••••••••• Sofia was considered a burden and was never loved because she weighed a few pounds more than what was considered the perfect slender figure. Her younger sister, Lola, was the apple of everyone’s eye—the complete opposite of Sofia. Lola had it all: a beautiful face, a slim body, and she was even dating Damien, the soon-to-be Alpha. Everyone believed Lola was destined to be his mate. The future Luna. The perfect choice. Then fate turned cruel. Lola died, and Sofia was condemned for murder when a damning video showed her pushing Lola to her death. Overnight, she became a murderer in everyone’s eyes—even to Damien, the Alpha heir she secretly loved. On the day of her execution, Sofia is offered a choice. Die… Or live as a sex slave to the Alpha heir who hates her. Soon, word spread. Everyone heard about the famous Alpha Damien’s sex slave. Powerful men began to come forward—Alphas, Betas, and allies of the pack. Some were curious. Some wanted a taste of her. Others wanted to prove their strength by claiming what Damien despised. And with each passing day, the line of men grew longer. But what none of them knew was that a prophecy had long been whispered about Sofia. A prophecy spoken years ago. It said that the girl marked by fate would not only possess a rare and dangerous gift, but that kings, Alphas, and powerful men would one day fight each other for the right to claim her. A woman whose existence would ignite wars. A woman powerful enough to change the fate of packs. And Sofia… was the girl in that prophecy. Then came the real trouble. Damien’s uncle stepped into the picture. A respected Alpha. Calm. Influential. A man no one ever questioned. From the moment he saw Sofia, his interest was clear. He wanted her—and unlike the others, he had the power to challenge Damien. Soon, Damien was no longer the only one laying claim to her. For the first time, he had a real rival. And neither of them yet realized that the prophecy had only just begun to unfold.
Sugarlitics · 303k Views

Unspoken Love: Thousands unspoken words

Unspoken Love — Thousands Unspoken words Some loves are never confessed… they live in silence, in memories, in the spaces between two people who were never truly strangers. Once, in the quiet neighborhood of Shanghai, Song Jia and Ye Xiao were just children—carefree, inseparable, and unknowingly in love. In each other, they found a home the world could never give them. Until one day… she left. Seventeen years later, fate brings them back together. But they are no longer those children. Ye Xiao, now 30, has returned to China as the cold and formidable heir of the Ye Group. Behind his composed exterior lies a man shaped by loss, betrayal, and a relentless obsession—uncovering the truth behind his brother’s suspicious death. Song Jia, now 27, is a woman built from broken pieces. Behind her calm and distant exterior lies a heart scarred by a love that shattered her. Haunted by fear, betrayal, and memories she cannot escape, she no longer believes in love… especially not her own. To the world, she is composed and untouchable. To the world, she is nothing more than a refined socialite and heiress of Song family. In secret, she is “L”—the hidden designer and a brilliant mind behind a global fashion empire. Their reunion was never meant to be complicated. But it is. Because the closer they get, the more their past and present begin to collide. Song Jia is searching for the truth behind her mother’s death—unaware that her own family is built on lies, hidden identities, and dangerous secrets. Ye Xiao is chasing answers about his brother’s accident—only to find that her world and his are deeply connected in ways neither of them expected. And then… there’s the past she cannot forget. —Standing between them… Lu Lucas— the man who broke her heart to protect her. The man who left without giving her the truth. The man who still lingers in the shadows of her life. But Ye Xiao is different. He no longer the boy who watches from afar. He refuses to be just another memory. This time, he stays. He steps forward. Not to walk away. Not to lose her again. But to heal her… even if it means stepping into her darkness. He doesn’t force his way into her life. He doesn’t ask for her love. He simply stays. Quietly. Patiently. Unwavering. As if loving her… was never a choice. But when the past resurfaces and truths threaten to destroy everything, one question remains— If what they felt before was never love… then what is this now? And will they finally have the courage to name it? Or will it remain— an unspoken love. Or will their story remain what it has always been— an unspoken love… lost between what was, what is, and what could have been.
RO_ · 183 Views

Elara's Echo: A Love Reimagined

She spent years dreaming of the perfect love — passionate, electrifying, a thunderclap that would shake the world. Then she met him. And he was everything she wanted. But the man who had always been there, quiet and steady as the sunrise, was the one her heart had been waiting for all along. ____ Elara has always believed in a love written in the stars — a destined, soul-deep connection that would arrive like a lightning bolt and change everything. When the magnetic and dangerous Jude Sterling walks into her life, she is certain she has found it. He is the brooding artist she always dreamed of: intense, captivating, and utterly consuming. But Jude's passion burns hot and bright — and hollow. Beneath the charm lies manipulation, pressure, and a love that demands she shrink to fit his world. Roman Knight has always been there. Childhood friend. Silent guardian. The boy who untangled kites and walked her home and brought chicken soup when she was sick. She filed him away as a brother, a comfort, a constant — never a lover. As Jude's illusion shatters, Elara begins to see what has been in front of her all along. Love, she discovers, is not always a thunderclap. Sometimes it is the steady glow of the moon — quiet, enduring, and always pointing home. Elara's Echo is a deeply emotional coming-of-age romance about unlearning false ideals of love, recognizing the difference between infatuation and devotion, and finding the courage to embrace a love that is real — even when it doesn't look like what you imagined. ____ "She chased the storm. She never saw the lighthouse until the night it saved her."
TenThousandSage · 8.4k Views

What Still Burns Between Us

Warning: Only read, if you have a real appetite for the dark. It’s been six years since Danny and Rain last saw each other. Six years since best friends blurred into almost lovers. Since childhood affection ignited into something reckless, consuming, impossible to name. Then after one glorious night, Danny disappeared. No explanation. No goodbye. Just absence and the wreckage he left behind. Rain rebuilt herself on distance and control, convincing herself the spark had finally burned out. She was wrong. Now Danny is back. Harder. Colder. Hotter. Carrying a past he refuses to explain and a violence that clings to him like a second skin. The boy she loved, the boy who cooked for her is gone , replaced by a man tangled in blood, secrets, and enemies who don’t stay buried. Rain doesn’t just cross paths with him again. She’s pulled into his world. A world of ritualistic killings, whispered threats and blood-curdling violence. Every step closer to Danny drags her further from the life she fought to build , and deeper into a fire she knows will change everything. Their connection reignites fast and furious, desire burning like wildfire. But love isn’t enough to save them from what’s coming. The spark between them was never extinguished. It was only buried. And now it’s about to set everything ablaze. Will the fire consume them both , or will they survive loving each other in a world built to tear them apart? Guaranteed HEA and toe-curling smut;) Excerpt: “ Do you not want me?" I whisper, the question trembling right against his lips. His jaw tightens. His eyes darken. "You don't understand how much I want you," his voice comes out raspy. "How much I want from you." My pulse stumbles. "Then what's stopping you?" I breathe, pushing my chest forward without thinking, nipples tightening under the cool air, awareness pulsing through me. "I'm a greedy man, Rain." He holds my gaze. There's heat there. But there's fear too , both in equal measure. "I will take everything out of you. Everything." His voice carries a dark unmistakable hunger. His hands slide lower, deliberate and possessive. His fingers squeeze my ass hard, then settle there, pulling me closer into the hard line of his hips. "Everything. Until the only thing that remains in you is me." The words land low inside me, hot, aching. My sex throbs in answer, needy, traitorous. "And I will let you," I tell him, voice steady, eyes locked on his. "Only if I get to do the same to you." Silence stretches. His breath skims my cheek. His fingers tightening and then gone. Something flickers across his face hunger, and something I can't begin to understand. And then he looks down in defeat, knowing that he cannot give me what I want. Something fragile cracks between us. Whatever this is looms between us, darkening every moment , a shadow neither of us will name, stretching and stretching until it's all I can feel Contains intense slow-burn heat, emotional angst, and consensual light BDSM. "I'm going to do something," he says, voice low, deliberate, "And I need you to trust me. Do you trust me, Rain?" My mind is drifting somewhere far away — hazy, floating — but my body knows the answer instinctively. Yes. Yes. Yes. I nod slowly. "Yes." "Good," he murmurs against my warm skin. He kisses both my knees one last time, then pushes them up, pinning them tightly against my chest, spreading me completely open for him. Like I'm offering myself to him. His hand slides down, rubbing my pussy in slow, deliberate circles, like he's learning every response and cataloging it . He looks at me — really looks — eyes dark, hungry, ruined. "I'm going to spank you right here," he says, still stroking, like he's soothing me into obedience. "Right where you're swollen for me." All I can do is shiver. "You're going to count," he continues, calm and merciless. "Five."
Davina33 · 65.4k Views