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In just twenty-four hours, Cassia Marcelli’s not-so-perfect life turned one hundred and eighty degrees worse. Her father—the Don—was assassinated. She was betrayed from within her own family and thrown into a private blood auction, sold like spoils of war to the highest bidder. There, she was bought by the most powerful man in the underworld. And that man… was none other than her first love. The boy she believed to be dead. He offers her a deal: stay and play the part of his mistress in the public eye to secure his claim as the new Don or be sent back to the auction block. Cassia has no choice. It’s either him or the savages who were ready to claim her. Kairos Moreau returned from the dead to exact revenge on his enemies and claim his rightful place as king of the underworld. But the first thing he did was reclaim what he lost five years ago. Cassia Marcelli. The only woman he ever wanted but could never have. She hates him. Kairos doesn’t care. He is determined to burn that hatred out of her—until it turns into something far more dangerous they both cannot resist. But behind his icy threats lie obsession, guilt, desire and secrets he refuses to confess. And as enemies close in and the truth behind her father’s death begins to unravel, Cassia starts to wonder: Did Kairos save her Or was he the one who destroyed everything she loved?

Valoria was the omega who couldn't shift — the pack freak no one wanted. Her fated mate chose her sister on the altar. Her father's solution? Hand her over as a spare bride to Lycan King Azrael — the most feared, most ruthless lycan alive. A beast who doesn't love, doesn't feel, and doesn't show mercy. He didn't want her either. But he kept her — not as a wife, not as a mate. As a toy. Something pretty to break when he's bored. "You're mine until I decide you're not, little mouse. And I haven't decided yet." He tortures her, taunts her, watches her break and smiles like it's art. But somewhere between the cruelty and the madness, his hands learned her body before his heart learned her name. He doesn't want to love her — he wants to own her, tame her, ruin her so completely that no one else will ever want what's left. And the damning part? She's starting to crave it. But there is a little secret that Azrael doesn't know. This is not Valoria's first rodeo in life. He doesn't know the Moon Goddess ripped her from death with one mission; to seduce him, tame him, and end his reign. One hundred days. That's all she has before he kills her or she kills him. The only thing the goddess didn't warn her about was the thin chance of falling for the monster she's supposed to destroy WARNINGS: This is a DARK romance. Azrael is not your soft misunderstood hero. He is brutal, possessive, morally corrupt, addictive, and utterly unhinged. Expect 18+ smutty content, dubcon, PLOT TWISTS, and a monster who might either steal or crush your heart. Proceed at your own risk (of addiction, lmao).

•⋅⊰∙∘☽✼☾∘∙⊱⋅• Senior year was supposed to be Noah Valentine's glow-up. New wardrobe. New reputation. This was finally his chance to prove he wasn't the same awkward boy bullies could easily prey on. Then his mom got remarried... And his new stepbrother turned out to be Adrien Fell. Rich. Arrogant. Straight. Gorgeous of course, is determined to ruin his year all over again-except when he's glaring at his dates, interfering with his plans, or (annoyingly) acting like he actually cares. Enemies? Definitely. Step-siblings? Unfortunately. Attraction? ...Yeah, that's the goddamn problem. Between jealous exes, revenge plots, family secrets and obsessed stalkers, Noah's's "best year ever" is spiraling out of control. But maybe-just maybe-the boy he was never supposed to want is the one who's been waiting for him all along. [MATURE CONTENT, EVENTUAL SMUT] (What to expect) •Family murder mystery •Enemies to lovers •Forced proximity •Yandere stalker •Eventual smut (very graphic) •Taboo relationship •GL side couple •Love triangle •Extremely slow burn •⋅⊰READER CHALLENGE⊱⋅• sorry, guys...I had to take this down because I'm running out of stockpile chapters and I'm currently too sick to create more...but I'll put it back up when I get enough chapters... thank you for the support.

[The Death Sentence] In the Age of Ash, a kiss is not a promise. It is a death sentence. Elara is the last Silver Kyuubi—a mythic predator who thrives on the souls of the wicked. She doesn't hunt with steel; she hunts with her body. One night of ecstasy, one touch of her silk-silver skin, and your life essence is hers to devour. To the warlords of the world, she is the ultimate prize. To their corpses, she is the last thing they ever loved. [The Hunter’s Obsession] Draven Blackwood is the law of the North. A ruthless Warlord and the High Exorcist, he has spent a thousand years scrubbing her kind from the earth. He knows her scent. He knows her lies. He should have burned her the moment she crawled into his camp seeking "refuge." Instead, he pins her to the cold stone of his war-chamber, his calloused hand tightening around her throat. "I heard you kill in your sleep, little Fox," Draven growls, his eyes burning with the golden heat of a holy executioner. "So tell me... are you here to take my life in my bed, or are you going to beg me for yours?" [The Heart of the Lie] She needs his soul to stay human. He needs her foxfire to win a war. But as Elara weaves her web of sin, she uncovers a truth more dangerous than any curse: The man sworn to destroy her is the only one she cannot kill. Because the missing piece of her own shattered heart has been beating inside the Hunter’s chest for a thousand years. "Run, little Fox. If I see your tails tonight, I’ll be forced to skin you." "Then do it, Warlord... or are you afraid you’ll die of a broken heart?" #EnemiesToLovers #DarkRomance #R18 #Smut #PossessiveWarlord #ForcedProximity #Reincarnation #TouchHerAndYouDie #SymbioticBond

[FREE 100 Chapters till the end of February, after that some chapters will be locked for premium] What if the tragic story you once mocked… becomes the world you were thrown into? Xiao Zhi spent her life mocking bad endings. As an editor, she tore apart manuscripts for their cliche plots and tragic endings... until she woke up in one of them. Now, she is the Princess destined to die. But Xiao Zhi isn't following the script. She’s using every trick she knows to outsmart the plot and stay alive. The terrifying part? The story is fighting back. Every time she tries to change her fate, the world pulls her closer to the end she’s running from. How do you escape a death that has already been written?

He tilted her chin up with two fingers, forcing her to look at him while the entire throne room watched. “Run,” the Devil King murmured softly, almost tenderly. “I like it when you run. Isn't that what you're good at?” Her pulse jumped, but she refused to blink. “And I like it when you bleed, loser.” A slow smile curved his mouth. The Elders moved uneasily. No one got to speak to him that way. No one survived it. He leaned closer, his voice lowering to something only she can hear. “You will be my bride, Firefly.” “Over my dead body.” His thumb brushed the mark on her wrist. “Exactly.” * When a forgotten girl is dragged before a tyrant king in search of a bride, she expects execution not recognition. But the man who rules the kingdom has been haunting her dreams for years. He calls her Firefly. He calls her his. And now he wants a crown on her head. Feared by his court, worshipped by his people, merciless to his enemies. But devoted only to her. As series of dark events unfold, she realizes that she was never chosen. She was claimed. The Devil’s Pet — a dark fantasy romance where obsession overrules love and running only makes the Devil chase harder.

Kısmet is not just a love story — it is a collision of faith, fate, and fire. Iliana Mohammadi lives for purpose. Devoted to curing cancer and protecting the vulnerable, she believes faith is strength, not weakness. Jungkook grows up believing in nothing but power, wealth, and control. Where she sees divine order, he sees coincidence. Where she kneels in prayer, he laughs in disbelief. Their first meeting is not romance — it is war. But when a dangerous conspiracy begins eliminating those who attempt to find a cure for incurable diseases, Iliana becomes a target. Her parents are murdered. The research is threatened. And to survive — she fakes her death. Jungkook is left shattered. Loss becomes his turning point. Grief strips away his arrogance, forcing him to confront the emptiness inside him. In the ruins of heartbreak, he finds faith — not for her, but for himself. Jungkook dies with his disbelief, and Syed Adan is born. Meanwhile, darkness grows elsewhere. Elvin Wahida Khatun — a criminal lawyer with a secret life in the underworld — wages war against drug networks and the monsters who ruined her childhood. Ayaan, a surgeon devoted to saving lives, finds himself loving a woman built from violence and survival. Their love burns bright — and ends in sacrifice. When Iliana returns, alive but changed, she meets not the arrogant atheist she once knew, but a man rebuilt by belief. Some love stories reunite. Some end in graves. And some are written long before the characters ever meet. Kısmet is about loss, redemption, hidden wars, and the kind of destiny that cannot be outrun — only accepted. Because what is written for you will find you… even after death.

Han Seorin’s first life ended in betrayal and blood on the day she was meant to marry the crown prince. Reborn six years later, fully aware of the lies that stole her happiness, she returns stronger, sharper, and determined to protect her family and reclaim her life. With months to the day she once died, Seorin uncovers the cousin who betrayed her and carefully begins weaving a web of revenge. Every smile, every word, and every observation is part of her plan to expose the lies, manipulate the palace, and ensure that those who wronged her pay for their treachery. Her parents’ honor and her younger brother’s safety drive her every move, and nothing—not whispers, not deception, not betrayal—will go unnoticed. As her revenge unfolds, Seorin’s careful strategies lead to confrontations, revelations, and the gradual unraveling of those who plotted against her. She transforms from the naive girl of her first life into a force the palace cannot ignore, proving that even the deepest betrayal cannot break a will sharpened by death and rebirth. But even as she claims her victories, the past is only the beginning. Every step brings her closer to a destiny she has yet to understand—a fate written before birth that will challenge everything she thought she knew. A Fate Written Before Birth is a gripping tale of rebirth, revenge, and resilience, following one woman who refuses to be broken and will stop at nothing to protect those she loves and reclaim her life.

Being a royal, you must give up the dream to choose your partner. When plague and war wipe out the imperial heirs of Solanir, sixteen-year-old Orion von Solanir is forced onto a throne he was never meant to inherit. Crowned too young, burdened too soon, and being the most imbelic young man a lady can ever withstand. marriage. Enter Selina von Marcelline, daughter of the duke of a rival kingdom and a living clause in a fragile treaty. Sent to Solanir as a political offering, she is expected to become the empire’s perfect crown princess—graceful, obedient, and silent. She fails spectacularly. as every single thing here test's her patience and sanity. Their first meeting ends with insults, blood signatures, and Orion being thrown out of a window—literally. What begins as open hostility quickly turns into a vicious battle of words, pride, and bruised egos. To the court, they are a blessed union meant to stabilize the continent. In private, they are sworn enemies sharing a crown. But hatred is rarely simple. Orion’s cruelty hides a deeper wound—one born from betrayal within his own family, where power, desire, and silence destroyed what little innocence he had left. Selina, sharp-tongued and observant, begins to notice the cracks beneath his arrogance- and simply that's not her problem to deal with. Meanwhile, Selina carries her own scars. Abandoned by her father, bound by blood treaties, and surrounded by a royal family riddled with secrets, she learns that Solanir’s court is far more dangerous than the battlefield ever was. Allies wear smiles. Apologies come too late. And even family can be the sharpest blade. As festivals turn into threats, treaties into traps, and enemies into reluctant partners, Selina and Orion are forced into proximity they never wanted—sharing lessons, public appearances, and a future neither chose. In a court where loyalty is performative, love is political, and survival demands cruelty, one question remains: Can two broken heirs learn to trust each other before the empire tears them apart? Or will their marriage become just another royal tragedy written in blood?

In the era of the Old World, there walked women who did not merely cast magic, but breathed life into the world. They were the weavers of Black Magic, more commonly known as Witches. For thousands of years, the earth has been barren of them. For a Witch is not born; she is wrought. The scholars of the Old World claimed three conditions unlock this forbidden power: First, there must be the Drowning of the Heart. The woman must be pushed past the breaking point of human sorrow. Grief must become the water that drowns her humanity. Second, there must be the Sharpening of the Will. Hate must become the steel of her spine. She must choose not to weep, but to burn. Third, and most rare, there must be the Anchor of the Beast. A Witch without a tether is but a storm that consumes itself. She requires a devotion that rivals her own: a dragon who would trade his divinity to stand in the shadow of her thorns. When these three tides collide, the mage dies, and the Witch awakens. It is said that when the Witch returns, the mountains will breathe again. The dead woods will scream, and the kingdoms of men will be reclaimed by a garden that never sleeps.

There was something unholy about the way he looked at me. I saw it the day my father remarried and brought him home. He stood beside his mother—quiet, watchful, with eyes too cold for a boy. When our gazes met, something sparked between us. Wrong. Forbidden. Dangerous. From that moment on, we were at silent war. My father trusted him. Trained him. Favored him. They all whispered the same thing—that he would become the heir. But I was the blood daughter and in the mafia world, only winners survive. So I did what I had to do. I lied. I made sure he was whipped, beaten and sent away. Years later, my father is dead. Our empire is collapsing. And I’m standing on an auction stage, about to be sold to strangers. Then the final bid is called. I’ve been bought. And when I finally see the man who owns me, my heart stops. It’s my brother. Now the most feared Don in the city. Relief came first. Then fear. Because I know his mother had something to do with my father’s death. And the way he looks at me now—slow, dark, dangerous—tells me one thing. This isn’t a rescue. It’s revenge. *Excerpt* “You don’t have to be afraid,” he murmurs, closing the distance between us. His fingers tilt my chin up, forcing me to meet his eyes. “I didn’t spend that much money to let anyone else touch you” His voice low and dangerous. “By the time I’m done with you, it’ll be worth it!”

“Alpha Troy! Over here!” I yelled, raising my hand for help. I was under attack by a monster while saving my mates. The four of them heard me cry out as the creature clawed me and slammed me against the wall. “Help me!” I gasped, but their attention shifted when a soft cry came from the other side. It was Oriana, the gentle princess and a warrior, a combination most men lusted after. But not my mates. They were in my troupe, my friends, my lovers. We shared a bed, a bond. I knew they would save me. “Ohhh! I’m going to die,” she whimpered again, though she could have stood up easily. The monster’s focus was on me. “Yorick!” I screamed, reaching for another of my mates, struggling to escape, my leg tangled in silver chains. My mates looked at me and then at her—and I saw it. The shine of love in their eyes. In a heartbeat, they ran to her. My heart slowed. Tears welled up. Oriana had warned me: when it came down to it, they would choose her. She told me they only used me to pass time in the dorm room because I agreed for gangbang while other she-wolves did not. And now, right before my eyes, they were leaping into battle—for her. “We’ll come back for you, don’t worry,” Haiden shouted, as if that erased the betrayal. At that moment, the monster turned back to me. And I knew there would be no saving me. So I prayed they’d live long enough to regret their choice. --- Clementine had spent her life as the insufferable daughter of an alpha—tough, rebellious, and uninterested in love, especially in a world where male wolves were allowed multiple mates. Tired of her attitude, her stepmother forced her into an academy built to train fighters against deadly monsters. On her first day, Clementine was shocked to find her roommates were the worst people from her past: -Alpha Yorick, her bitter ex-boyfriend -Alpha Troy, her ex–best friend who believed she betrayed him -Alpha Haiden, the bully who had made her life hell -And Alpha Ian, her former cellmate who thought she manipulated him into punishment They all seemed to want revenge. But when they fought side by side on the battlefield, something strange happened–Clementine felt a mate bond with all of them. At first, things turned steamy. Hatred became desire. Tension turned into passion. But then, Clementine saw the truth: when it came down to it, they would always choose someone else over her. To them, she had only ever been a distraction, a toy to share and throw away.

Dark romance x mature content x slow burn. ****Blurb***** "Look, I have an Escalade, by the way." Fedora's lips folded. He had no idea what to do with that information, but he figured if he just indulged the man's ego, it would end faster. Faster, my foot. Miguel swallowed hard, his voice dropping to a low, predatory whisper as he leaned in. "All my offers, and any other thing you can wish for... I will get it done." He beat his chest softly, his eyes darkening. "If you can just follow me outside. To the back of my comfy Escalade. It's been a long time since I had a bitch served... in my car." He finished the sentence and swiped his tongue across his lips, biting them with a raw, sexual hunger. He waited for the final reply, already getting high on the thought of cupping that tiny waist with one hand and burying himself in that Chanel-scented skin until the boy pleaded his name in parables. Fedora went stoic. He was completely frozen, the world stopping as the shock and bewilderment hit him like a physical blow. He scoffed in disbelief, his jaw practically hitting the floor. 'Back of the Escalade. Bitches served in a car'. "Me! Fedora!! Bitch!!! Served in the back of a car!!! Unto delicacy!!!! Gosh!!!!!" Fedora muttered, the words replaying in his head like a record skip. A dry, hysterical laugh escaped his lips. Oh, this was the height of it. He wasn't going to stand there and let another man disrespect him. Never. Miguel took another step closer, his head hovering over Fedora's, dominant and sure. The boy hadn't said a word; he was definitely giving in, Miguel thought. He leaned in further, waiting for the "yes" but what came next?! It was, by far, the least expected thing any living human being would have the guts to do to him. Behold, it was no other than a hot, non-withheld, redirective, and resounding SLAP!!!! †††††††† **************** Fedora loved him. Miguel loved him too obsessively. Possessively. To the point where devotion blurred into control. Miguel wanted to be involved in everything that touched Fedora’s life, and he proved, time and again, that he would go against his own will, spill blood, even die if it meant keeping Fedora spoiled, protected, and tethered to him. On the surface, Miguel was everything anyone could dream of. Until Fedora fell so deeply in love that he hit rock bottom and realised the darkness there was too suffocating for both his aesthetic and his sanity. He thought he knew Miguel. He was catastrophically wrong. Fedora had been blind to the beast he let into his heart. The truth comes apart slowly, cruelly: Miguel is the reason Fedora has no family. The reason is that there is no life for him beyond Miguel’s shadow. And worst of all, Fedora had chosen him anyway, his memories erased not by force, but by misplaced devotion. “Pick a gun and empty it into his brain.” The solution sounds simple. It isn’t. Fedora doesn’t know what’s real anymore. He can’t tell if what he shared with Miguel, the man he once humiliated in a bar, the man who later became his lover, was genuine love or a carefully staged performance fueled by manipulation, guilt, and obsession. The cruel irony? Miguel is wrapped around Fedora’s fingers, tight as a rosary around a nun’s hand. And yet, Fedora is still the one trapped. Now he must decide. Will he avenge his family? Will love survive the truth? And if Miguel dies, will it be swift… or slow enough to satisfy the damage left behind? This isn’t a romance. It’s a beautifully brutal descent into love, control, and consequence. Enter at your own risk. ********* . warning!!! Some statements, scenes, and incidents in this book may not sit well with religious readers. [Everything is fictional and not intended to harm or coerce your mind in any way]

The most unlucky woman in the world vs The most mysterious man in the world. A piece of paper declaring a marriage alliance between two enemy families was not her business. Because she would never be picked as the bride anyway. Officer Tai Liwu's bad luck was not just broken heels, exploding cars or birds pooping on her head. It also extended to her dating life--which did not exist. She had resigned herself to a lifetime of arresting bad guys and surviving death with zero romance. But when her sister has a panic attack before walking down the aisle, Tai Liwu is shoved into the bridal hall and told to smile. On the other side of the aisle, City Lord Shen Weijun was dealing with his own disaster: his brother, the intended groom had drugged him, put him in the grooms clothes and bolted! Forced to step in under a false identity, Weijun expects nothing more than a political farce. After all, their families are sworn enemies and this wedding is supposed to be a ceasefire, not a love story. But trouble brews when Weijun finds himself falling for the sharp-tongued police officer who can arrest a pickpocket with one hand and chase after her hat with the other. Pretty soon, he is more interested in kissing her than fearing her bad luck and suspicious intentions. And Liwu, her "bad luck" takes a twist when on her wedding night, she awakens a bad luck system, throwing their lives into chaos.

The synopsis is in the first chapter. This is a translated story, all credits to the author.

To readers who wait too long to grow up and become writers To writers who grow too fast and forget they were once readers Sayaka has broken her back and arms to keep this job. She's hungry? So what? There's a downpour? So what? She's feeling faint and dizzy? So what? "News report, we haven't seen this much snow and wind in over three decades. You could be fined for venturing during this snowstorm." OH! So what? No matter what happens, not even those buses that drive off pretending not to see you, not even the pervy dude in the train, not even GOD would stop Sayaka from calling in sick. Not when she finally got into her dream company. Sayaka, thirty-one year old overachiever virgin has worked her entire life just to squeeze herself into the rigid expectations of her dream company What a proud job to have! Ah- that's what she said 8 years ago after she moved to China from Japan. On her first day at the job, turns out the fancy building was swarming with scummy douchebags. This whole thing was a scam! With little time to herself, Sayaka doesn't even have the energy to spend her money on herself or go out dating. Even the xenophobia was ruining her social life, not that she had one outside of work. "If only I could get a day off" Sayaka softly mumbled. "No, no. Only half a day" She said with a gentle shake of her head "No, an hour" A hot tear slid down her cheek. God- gone were the days of her childhood. What happens when Sayaka is transported to live in a new world and she has the body of an elf. Those creatures that lived up to thousands of years. "Eh, but I just wanted to be over with life" Sayaka said indignantly. "You have a new shot at life" The entity giggled like an eight year old boy. "DON'T BULLSHIT ME" Sayaka bellowed in anger. She could barely survive 30 years, She was so done with working with people, the simple thought of waking up in the morning made her sick to her stomach "When life gives you lemons-" The entity started "Colour them brown and sell them as testicles" Instant profit, Sayaka thought with a smug smirk.

Rival class presidents. Sworn academic enemies. One fake project partnership that forces them to spend every afternoon together. Akira "Ice Prince" Takahashi — top student, cold perfectionist, captain of the debate team — has hated Sora "Chaos Queen" Hayashi since middle school. She’s loud, reckless, always challenging him, and somehow always one point behind him in rankings. Sora thinks Akira is an arrogant robot who needs to loosen up. He thinks she’s a walking disaster who ruins everything with her impulsive ideas. When their school announces a mandatory joint cultural festival project between the top two students of the senior class… guess who gets paired up? Forced to plan the main stage performance together for three months, every meeting explodes into arguments, petty sabotage, and accidental moments of vulnerability. But as deadlines loom, late-night practices reveal hidden sides — his quiet protectiveness, her genuine kindness beneath the chaos — the line between hate and something dangerously close to love starts to blur. Can two people who’ve spent years trying to destroy each other actually build something real… or will their final performance end in total disaster?

In her first life, Evelina Vance was the "Saint of the North"a gentle soul who loved her husband, the terrifying Duke of Ruin, despite his coldness. Her reward? His black blade through her heart and her family’s blood on the palace marble. "In the next life," Caspian Thorne had whispered over her dying body, "try to be less loud." Now, Evelina is back. She’s three years younger, twice as bitter, and she’s brought a [Retribution System] with her. The catch? The System only grants her power when she provokes the man who murdered her. To survive the Emperor’s schemes and save her clan, Evelina must become the ultimate villainess. She hacks off her golden hair, trades her healing magic for dark shadows, and walks straight back into the Duke’s lair with a smirk on her face. She’s ready to make him hate her. She’s ready to make him scream. But as the "God of Ruin" grows obsessed with the woman who dares to defy him, Evelina realizes the truth behind her death is darker than the Void itself. "You wanted me quiet, Caspian? Too bad. I’m about to become your loudest nightmare."

What happens when a mafia princess has to beg a man from the deadliest mafia clan to save her clan when her father dies suddenly? Zara, a naive mafia princess, is pampered until her father dies, then things go sour. Sagan, a man she had known twelve years ago when he was warm and friendly, now cold and ruthless. She thinks she stands a chance to soften his heart. Is she wrong or utterly mistaken?

Warning? This novel is full of *Desire* *Dark romance* *Smut* *Revenge* {FATAL TROUBLE} ;) welcome to the family(^_-) Sora Kim, the youngest son of the powerful Kim family and a dominant omega, wakes up disturbed by a recurring, intimate dream that leaves him shaken and confused. He doesn’t understand why the same unknown person keeps appearing in his dreams. At school, his friends notice he looks pale and exhausted. While distracted by thoughts of the dream, Sora heads to the washroom to clear his mind. There, he hears a familiar voice and meets a striking young man named Ren Joon, a dominant alpha from the influential Joon family. Ren speaks to Sora as if they already know each other, calling him “baby” and claiming Sora tried to run away from him. Ren releases his pheromones, overwhelming Sora physically and emotionally. Sora realizes Ren is the same person from his dreams. Unable to resist due to their omega–alpha compatibility and his approaching heat, Sora collapses, and Ren takes control of the situation. Meanwhile, Sora’s friends worry about him, realizing his heat cycle is near and that he may be in danger. Ren takes the unconscious Sora home, where both families are already discussing an arranged engagement between them. Ignoring everyone, Ren carries Sora upstairs, revealing his obsessive and unstable behavior and hinting that he intends to claim Sora when his heat begins.