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“You can't force me to be your wife”sera said aloud in a confident tone “And who said am asking,you will be mine” he replied with a wicked smirk on his face . Dr. Seraphina Quinn never expected herself to get caught up in this type of entanglement,not only that her quiet lifestyle is being ruined, she is also getting bullied which is very unlike her. Her life,her career is being used for a dangerous inheritance game,which she will gladly pull out from,but this dangerously handsome stranger does not know how to take a “no” for an answer.

Rumors say that if you ever come across an extremely handsome man in a doctor's coat twirling a shiny scalpel between his fingers with an alluring smile on his lips that takes your breath away… Run. For he is the devil. *** Yang Mingshen’s existence screams of six adjectives - Handsome, wealthy, talented, narcissist, arrogant and evil. He is an unrivaled doctor from one of the most affluent and prestigious Underworld families, who sees only medicine and his own interests. Until a desire consumes him - to have a woman’s heart. That woman, Song Jia, continues to put all the wrongs to right as a capable police officer. She, whose life was once saved by the devil doctor, refuses to bend to his tempting seduction. “I will just take your heart and put it in somebody else's chest. It won't hurt at all, I promise~” “Yes because I will be dead to feel anything.” But the bad news comes knocking when Yang Mingshen becomes the lead forensic investigator to assist in her cases. With a devil now clinging to her, she comes across a deep, dark and cruel web of conspiracies stained with blood, love, hatred, revenge, politics and much more. Treading into dangerous territories, will they be able to uncover the net of lies and deceit? And maybe find love along the way? *EXCERPT* “I am not the weak patient anymore. You try to grab my neck and I will break your wrist,” Jia threw him a death glare. Mingshen leaned in closer, chuckling devilishly. "I told you before, Spicy. I have saved your life. I have touched your heart quite literally. So that heart beating in your chest right now belongs to Yang Mingshen. If I want it, I will have it.”

“I will break you,” Kael swore, his dark eyes locking onto mine. “And when I do, you will beg for me.” My gaze dropped to the ground, fear tightening my chest while my fists slowly clenched. His fingers tucked my hair behind my ears before he leaned closer, his breath brushing against my skin. “You are a slave here,” he whispered. “Once I am done with you, my brothers will have their turn.” My body went stiff. He said it like he meant it. “And the best part?” His voice turned colder. “You will enjoy every second of it and beg for more.” ⸻ Right before the truck hit her, after seeing her fiancé cheating on her, Tori Hale begged for a second chance. She got one but it was not the life she remembered. Instead, she woke in a brutal world ruled by the powerful Blackthorne brothers, where survival is decided through deadly games and only the strongest girls escape alive. Forty girls were selected and they were all seen as slaves. And Kael Blackthorne had already decided one thing the moment he set eyes on her. She was different. His desire for her was clear and she soon realized the other brothers were watching her too. They all wanted her in one way or another. And Kael would either break her or break her! There was no other option.

Having grown up as the bastard child of the Duke of North Ulbria and Kensingham , Edeana has only seen her father twice in her life. Once when she was three years old, her father visited the grounds of Leighton to introduce his new wife, and the second time was when summoned her at eighteen to tell her that she must take her sister's place in marrying a penniless servant to save her sister from having to live in poverty for the rest of her life. Little does she know that the penniless servant was actually the crown prince himself who was sent to the Kensingham estate to avoid assassination attempts on his life. Caught in an impossible situation, Prince Archibald Devlin Percival Wulfuric must get married to avoid blowing his cover. Will this nightmare ever end? Determined now more than ever to find the person responsible, Devlin enlists the help of his new reluctant wife. Suddenly, Edeana finds herself in world of steamy seduction, dangerous plots, tests of loyalty, and overwhelming love.

Eight years ago, a fifty-dollar bet destroyed three lives. Today, a million-dollar contract will force them back together. Nobutoshi "Nobu" Zeigler, the Iron Prince of a steel empire, and Josh Alexander were best friends harboring a desperate, secret romance. But when the suffocating pressure of Nobu's corporate destiny pushed them to a breaking point, a toxic challenge was issued in the heat of the moment. To protect his secret and prove his dominance, Nobu seduced their best friend, Rosaria "Sari" Leighton, only to publicly humiliate her the next day to save face. The brutal betrayal shattered Sari, drove Josh away in absolute disgust, and left Nobu to rule an empire built on crushing guilt. Eight years later, Zeigler Industries is bleeding out. To save his dying legacy, Nobu's father invokes an archaic, 25-year-old Mutual Preservation Pact, cornering the Leighton family and forcing an arranged marriage between Nobu and Sari. If they refuse, the financial penalties will bankrupt both of their bloodlines. But Sari is no longer the vulnerable girl they broke. She has forged herself into the "Tech Queen"—a brilliant, ruthless, and untouchable systems architect who treats intimacy like a security breach. Forced to walk down the aisle and share a home with the man she despises, Sari plans to keep her firewalls raised forever. Yet, during an isolated, off-grid honeymoon in the freezing mountains of Hokkaido, the corporate armor begins to crack. Stripped of their titles and their audiences, Sari discovers the haunted, deeply devoted man hiding beneath the Iron Prince's mask, igniting a feral, all-consuming passion that neither can deny. Just as Nobu and Sari begin to heal, the ghost of their third piece returns. Josh Alexander is now a battle-hardened FBI agent investigating a lethal cyber-terrorism plot aimed directly at Zeigler Industries. When his case brings him crashing back into their lives, the unresolved, suffocating tension between Josh and Nobu threatens to detonate. The two men have spent a decade starving for each other, paralyzed by historical guilt and duty. But Sari is no longer a pawn; she is a Matriarch. Instead of letting the past tear them apart again, she decides to rewrite the rules. She challenges the two most formidable men she knows to drop their defenses, stop running, and finally claim what belongs to them. Book 1 of the Oregon Series As corporate sabotage escalates into life-threatening violence, Nobu, Josh, and Sari must confront the demons of their youth and fight for their future. In a world defined by ruthless boardroom politics and unforgiving legacies, they will forge an unbreakable M/M/F triad built on brutal honesty, fierce protection, and a love that defies all expectations.

Luke hated beastmen books with burning passion they were tacky, over-the-top garbage, nothing but “an unrealistic perversion of furries” for lonely nerds. one day after another overwhelming over night shift, life decided to show its hands in the most gruesome way possible. lights, screeches bang! everything faded to black. His life was over… right? Yes and no. The second he closed his eyes, he opened them again and everything felt wrong he was smaller, softer, snow-white hair tumbling over his shoulders, long velvety ears twitching atop his head, and a fluffy white tail puffing behind him. “Wait… why am I still alive?” It hit like a second truck. He’d reincarnated as a goddamn bunny beastman in the exact kind of world he used to mock. “How unbecoming!” he hissed, ears flattening. “Kill me now. I refuse to be a walking furry fetish..” The universe laughed in his face. His bunny mother scooped him up, nuzzling him into warm fur. “My precious little snowflake~ Look at those perfect ears! You’re going to be the prettiest of the litter!” Then his fifty chaotic siblings piled on in one giant cuddle heap, tugging his ears and chanting “Bunny-bro! Lucky Luke!” Something traitorously soft cracked open in his chest. He grew up loving it. Hating it. Loving it again. The kingdom didn’t love beastmen back. “Cute at best, vermin at worst.” Racist and fetish whispers followed him everywhere.. “Fluffy little breeder,” “Hop away, rabbit.” Luke clenched his tiny fists, trained in secret, and swore he’d prove them wrong. Years later he stood in gleaming royal knight armor, cape fluttering, ears tucked under his helmet, tail hidden in his armour he was Overjoyed. “Finally,” he whispered to his reflection, cheeks pink. “No more ‘cute bunny’ bullshit. I’m going to be the best damn knight this kingdom has ever seen” But the rebellion changed everything. They called him the Crimson Shadow...General Rax, the fox beastman warlord. Towering, rust-red furred tail and ears gleaming like blood under moonlight, sharp golden eyes that pinned you in place, his bushy tail lashing like a whip. Raw, feral, unapologetically beastly. And winning. As opposing forces their first meeting was supposed to be on the battlefield. It wasn’t. It was in the moonlit ruins of an abandoned watchtower after a brutal ambush. Luke was the only survivor—bleeding, armor cracked—when a shadow dropped from the battlements. Rax landed in front of him, all predator heat and wicked grin. “Well, well,” the fox rumbled, voice low and smoky, fangs flashing. “A royal knight… and a bunny at that. Didn’t know the king sent his mascots to die for him.” Golden eyes dragged down Luke’s smaller frame. “Cute ears. Shame they’re gonna get blood on them.” Luke’s heart slammed. He drew his sword with shaking hands. “Stay back, rebel scum! I’ll skewer that smug fox snout right off your face!” Rax laughed, deep and rich, stepping closer until his massive body made Luke’s tail puff in betrayal. “Skewer me? With those soft little paws?” He leaned in, breath hot against Luke’s twitching ear. “You’re trembling, knight. Scared… or is that something else?” "oh! don't look at me that way i will ruin you" Smoke, steel, and raw musk flooded Luke’s senses. His knees buckled. The world narrowed to that wicked smile and eyes that already looked like they owned him. Luke hated how badly he wanted to find out exactly what kind of ruin the fox had planned. Because in that moment...trapped between duty and the overwhelming pull of a beast who saw him as already claimed..he realized two things: One, he was never going back to hating beastmen books. Two, this bunny knight was about to get thoroughly, knotting-ly ruined by the enemy general… and he was going to love every second of it. ** slice of life? nahh! think again (after the first few chapters ofcourse)

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

*Title Change Coming Soon* Some stories start off like a fairytale. Some start off mediocre. Phoebe's started with tragedies. He was a boy raised by wealth and power. He became a man of danger and obsession. Her fire, her spite, her strength, her beauty. It was a trap and he fell right in. Consumed by need and desperation. He’d burn the world for her. He’d tear down empires. Rip through Earth. He would have her or no one else would. *** ~Phoebe "Get away." I growled. The closer the kidnappers moved, the angrier I got. I yanked on my ties. He grabbed my face pinching my cheeks hard and went to lean in for a kiss, but I jerked my head away quick, he wasn't prepared, his grip slipped, giving me the opening so, I slammed my forehead into his, hard. "Ow, fuck, you cunt." he punched me twice, the first hitting me in the eye and the second was across the cheek. My face ached. But I won't break. "Hand me my knife." The man said. He began slicing up my hoodie. I screamed. The cold air of the room crept up my exposed skin. "You're fucking tits are nice." He licked his lips and just as his hand reached for my breast, a loud bang echoed through the room. "Fuck what was that? Jung, go check it out." The man ordered his friend. I screamed again. Loud and angry, I needed whoever was up there to hear me. I let all the rage out in one loud roar. The man slapped me and then back handed me across the face. I felt dizzy after the last one. The world spun a little more, and nausea swirled in the pit of my belly. The door is busted open and in walks a group of men and that's when I spot him. Kim Taeyung. He was standing in the doorway. I was so happy to see him and then realization struck. He could see me. My body exposed to him. I was in a daze. I couldn't hear what was being said. But he was standing there. He looked mad. So mad. I've never seen anyone look that enraged. All of a sudden, a fight broke out, bats and pipes went flying. Blood splashed all of the place, like the room was getting a new paint job. My eyes kept moving around the room at everything going on that I didn't notice Taeyung was now standing by my side and cutting off my restraints. The man who took me charged at him. Fear ran up my spine, and I tried to untie my rope, but the rope kept moving and my hands wouldn't do what I wanted them to do. What was going on with me? It was like I couldn't control my own body; everything was off. I lost consciousness for a moment. *** ~Taeyung~ Phoebe was on a bed; she had rope tied around her wrists and ankles and tied to the bed posts. Her hoodie had been cut to shreds. Her hair was disheveled and her face red and bloodied and bruised. Yet she didn’t look broken. She looked like an animal ready to snap and devour a man whole. “Who the fuck are you? What are you doing here?” a man yelled. “Was this your brilliant idea?” I asked him. My eyes narrow, my face burning with rage. A murderous intent was pooling off me. I wanted to fucking put a bullet between his eyes right now. “So, what if it was, what are you going to do?” He snapped back at me. I looked at his men there was about five of them in the room, I’m assuming they were the known associates listed in Mr. Jin’s text to me. I looked to the men with me and nodded. They spread out from behind me and moved through the room holding their weapons. Taunting them. “Your buddies won’t be leaving this room alive, and you, I’ll be seeing you later.” The minute I took a step forward my men jumped. Blood splattering everywhere. “I’m going to leave my woman now.” “The fuck, you think you can just walk in here and take what you want?” Jeong Youngjoon charged at me with a knife. But I stepped to the side, grabbed his wrist and twisted it hard. His bone snapped and shattered. “That was stupid.” “Fuck you, I’m not scared of you.” He spit at me. I laughed loudly. “You will be...”

|NOVELLA/EPISODE I · 16X FEATURED| After the Beacerika injures her, Rey battles with the Light and Dark sides of the Force while it takes her on a journey like none other-through supernovas and wormholes-right back to Ben Solo. *** Rey remembers the day she and Kylo Ren/Ben Solo fought the Praetorian guards perfectly. Nevertheless, since the battle, something has changed inside her. She is not the Rey she remembers. Her Force abilities are no longer a gift; they are a threat. Everybody, including Rey's friends, fears her power. Rey must sacrifice everything she loves and give herself to the conflicted Supreme Leader to change her fate. Nonetheless, something is hiding in the ashes of the galaxy-the Descendant of Evil. Now, it is up to Rey and Ben to stop this growing threat. As the galaxy crumbles, Rey will face danger like she has never faced before, including a wormhole, a supernova, and a Force-sensitive monster who swears allegiance to her. As she moves closer and closer to her supernova, her friends will try to save her. However, at the end of the day, Rey and Kylo Ren are the only ones who can change the galaxy's fate. They are the only ones to take the name "The Rise of Skywalker". *** Word Count: 30,000-35,000

"He was her past, present, and future. She was his beginning and end." - - - - Luna Harristone brought a blade to the Lycan King’s ball. For his heart. The pack’s wofless outcast. Rejected by her alpha’s mate. Ridiculed for 3years. She should have fled when King Draven claimed her as his bride before the entire pack. Instead, she walked into King Draven Iravnov’s welcome ball with silver hair, amber eyes, and a dagger strapped to her thigh. Because the Alpha of Alphas isn’t just the king who burns packs for sport. He’s the man from her nightmares. The one with red eyes who’s haunted her since she was five. The one she swears murdered her parents. King Draven Iravnov has been searching for 400 years. Not for a bride. For a ghost. Then Luna appears. And he smiles. “Finally.” He is not cruel. He is precise. “You have three breaths to become useful.” “I do not collect debts from strangers.” “You sold me false dawn. So I will give you real onesies until you understand the difference.” He doesn’t rage. He calculates. He doesn’t forgive. He educates. Men count sunrises until they break. Lords learn time is a currency only he spends. And Luna? He looks at her like he’s known her for centuries. Like he’s waited. “I wasn’t done with you,”he murmurs. “My sweet Adeline.” Problem is, Luna doesn’t know Adeline. She doesn’t remember him. She only knows the blade under her gown, the mate who rejected her, and the king who calls murder “administrative work.” Two girls fit the prophecy. Only one walks away. He chose last night. But he won’t say who. And Luna’s about to learn why her soul flinches when he says “Mine.” Will she remember why she loved him before she buries the blade? Or will she become another name in his ledger? *_**_**_* WARNING TRIGGER: MATURE CONTENT. NO RAPE! *#Slowburn #Morally Grey ML #Reincarnation #Prophecy #DarkRomance #Revenge #R18 #Angst Author’s POV: Regency balls, 400-year-old prophecies, and a king who treats torture like afternoon tea. If you like your MLs cold, your FLs with knives, and your romance measured in body counts, welcome to the court. _I promise you’ll check for blades under your own dress._ (;..^~^.;) *_**_**_* *Connect with me:* Discord: Mimidaniels_ Facebook: Author Mimidaniels Instagram: Writer Mimidaniels_ ---

On the day of her half-sister’s wedding, Lyra’s world is torn apart. Daphne, the bride, has vanished, and to appease the ruthless Alpha Kaelen, Lyra is forced to wear the veil. But the sham ceremony backfires when a sacred ritual binds them with a goddess-blessed mate bond—one that can never be broken. Her sacrifice is repaid with the ultimate betrayal. Framed by her own family for stealing her sister’s life, Lyra is dragged to a hostile pack as the Alpha’s despised mate. Humiliated and enraged, Kaelen vows to claim her not for passion, but for punishment. He will own her, break her, and make her regret the day she ever crossed him. But in the shadows of their new life, a darker threat looms—a poison threatening the pack and a conspiracy that runs deeper than their hatred. As an unwanted bond pulls them closer, they will discover the line between burning hatred and searing passion is thin enough to ignite.

[Super Sweet] -------- Upon her return to the homeland, YuXi unexpectedly locks horns with her nemesis, Gu Linhan, setting off a chain of comedic catastrophes. "Mr. Gu, Miss Yu has made a scene at the celebration, and Miss Shen is not unscathed." "Mr. Gu, it seems Miss Yu has inadvertently sold your company..." "Mr. Gu, the family patriarch's prized new robot has fallen victim to Miss Yu's misadventures..." Each incident prompts Gu Linhan to close his eyes, reminding himself with a mix of exasperation and resolve: "The wife I chose, I must love through thick and thin." ------------ YuXi and Gu Linhan are the quintessential odd couple, whose long-standing animosity is challenged by YuXi's unexpected pregnancy. YuXi is determined to terminate the pregnancy and cut ties, but Gu Linhan, despite his protests and gruff demeanor, is deeply smitten.

It always starts with an accident. That’s how all these stories go. One moment, you’re minding your own business, and the next, you wake up in someone else’s body. For Caspian, his accident started earlier than he even knew. Maybe it began when his sister got him into romance novels? Or when he started really sympathizing with the villains at the ends of books? He’d never know. It was too late to worry about it now. For now, he had to find a way to fix this nightmare, or rehabilitate his image, all while trying to free himself from the fate set out for him. All because of the damn "gods" who he'd cut a deal with. These were the only two options he had available, and he wasn’t sure he could succeed at either. The man he had taken over for had been…a true piece of work. And the secret villain of the book he had been reading before he passed. It had been a harem novel. A reverse harem novel. He was trapped in a huge ass CASTLE with a bunch of men who hated him because he was taking affection and time away from their shared wife. All Cass wanted to do was be a good person, not mess around with this poor woman and her far too handsome husbands. But why would no one leave him alone? Was he too suspicious? And why, after going out of his way to avoid them like they had asked, did they keep pestering him? And where did the heroine go? How was he going to manage three, handsome men without the heroine?

When Rosalind follows her father to a grand banquet in the kingdom of Eryndor, she expects nothing but humiliation as her father intends to pawn her off to settle his gambling debts. Rosalind is fiercely unwilling to be controlled and is definitely unprepared for the attention of King Alaric, the kingdom’s feared tyrant whose dangerous charm and ruthless reputation make the bravest men tremble and women weak in their knees. Intrigued by her defiance, Alaric claims Rosalind as his own, and suddenly she is trapped in his castle, under the scrutiny of his watchful eyes, sinful tongue, and burning touch. Desperate to escape, she discovers a secret ally in a mysterious servant, one whose true identity shocks her and forces her to question everything she thought was real, with the fact that her father hadn't been in debt at all but had handed her to the malicious king with evil intentions. Rosalind finds herself caught between two men: the controlling, prideful king who desires her completely, and the enigmatic servant who sees her as more than a prize. In a palace where deception is law and freedom is impossible, can Rosalind survive and who will truly claim her heart?

What are the chances an orphan goes from scrubbing floors to becoming a Duchess in forty-eight hours? 100%— I would know because it happened to me. Only I wish I had a choice. Because the man I'm supposed to call "father," Baron Tobias Fletcher, sold me off like livestock the moment he found me. Nineteen years of wondering where I came from, and this is how it ends? Not with a family. Not with answers. With a wedding contract and a husband who never removes his mask. The Duke of Wellspring. Nevan Wilder. Every fiancée before me? Dead. Mad. Or gone — vanished like they never existed. They say he kills his brides the night they see what's underneath. So shame on me for thinking meeting my father would finally end my misery. And shame on me twice — because when the Duke took my hand in that ballroom, his touch ice-cold and impossibly gentle, I didn't feel fear. I felt something worse. I felt safe. Now I'm trapped in his estate, married to a man the whole kingdom fears, and the more I uncover, the less anything makes sense. Because if Nevan truly kills his brides — why is he trying so desperately to keep me alive? And whatever he's hiding beneath that mask? It's not the thing I should be afraid of.

Chase Sterling always felt like furniture. The kind you don't notice, the kind that's easy to shove in a corner and forget. He was used to it: people looked right through him, brushed him off like lint. But it only takes one phone call to erase a lifetime of being overlooked. When his estranged family meets a tragic end, Chase suddenly finds himself in charge of the sprawling Sterling fortune. Turns out, riches aren't the only thing the family left him. There's a curse running through his blood, warping love into something hungry and dangerous, impossible to escape. Vivian Ashford never set out to blow Chase's life to smithereens. Just one decision (a sharp, ruthless move at graduation) was all it took to set their worlds spinning out of control. While Vivian soaks up the Hollywood limelight and collects red-carpet headlines, Chase slips into his new role as Manhattan's most intimidating heir. But no matter how far they run, something keeps yanking them back together, like a stitch in an old wound that refuses to heal.

It was never a bright idea to deceive a vampire. Yet, she did it anyway. Human enslavement at the hands of vampires has long been abolished — in name, at least. Desperate and out of options, with her father dying, she slips into the castle of the highest-ranking vampire nobles, and hides in plain sight as a servant. It almost works. Until she’s noticed. Not by just anyone, but by the one Lord no one dares to cross. He doesn't kill her. He does something far worse. Claimed as his pet, Hiln is dragged into a world where control is currency, desire is dangerous, and survival means learning the rules of a monster who seems far too interested in breaking her. Because in a court built on blood and power, a mad vampire's interest might be far worse than death. More tags include: #obsessedML #yearningML #agegap #powercouple #fantasy #psychological #horror #adventure #magic #smut Discord Server: https://discord.gg/mcnv69zPv

To the world, he is a fallen Alpha. To his enemies, he is a target. To himself, he is a monster. In a world ruled by S-tier Alphas, Zhou Qixian is a masterpiece of deception. He has convinced the city—and his powerful family—that he is an A-tier Alpha. But beneath the expensive suits and the scent of power lies a toxic secret: he is an S-tier Omega. Zhou Qixian was the "disappointing" son, an S-tier Omega masquerading as an Alpha in a family that only values one. Disowned by his family and hunted by a past he can't escape, S-tier Omega Qixian must hide his lethal pheromones to survive because an omega will always be an omega. But when he finds the twin brother he never knew existed. Qixian entangles himself in Haoran’s world of warmth and healing, the secrets of the Zhou family begin to unravel. But Gu Yichen, the cold-blooded CEO of the city’s strongest empire, is already suspicious. He’s determined to unmask the "Song Qixian" who cries out for mercy in his sleep and reeks of death and spider lilies. Qixian must decide how much of his humanity he’s willing to sacrifice to protect his brother. When the masks finally fall, will the truth set the twins free, or will it destroy the only family Qixian has left? Includes mpreg no smut

Kira has spent her life believing she's cursed - a wolfless embarrassment her father barely tolerates. But when she's forced into a contract marriage with the cold and terrifying Lycan King, she learns the truth is far more deadly. *** Derek Wolfe didn't ask for a wife, just a womb for his heir. Emotionless, merciless, and built entirely from brooding muscle and trauma, the Lycan King intends to use her, then send her back where she came from. But when an assassination attempt exposes the lies surrounding her birth, he realises he's married something far more dangerous than a powerless girl. P.S: This is a slow-burn love story.